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 It was getting more difficult to continue with our group erotic
relationship because of the fear that the Gifford's kids would find out. 
Well, I guess they already knew about it considering Katie actually
witnessed my wife giving her father a blowjob.  We were all concerned that
they or at least Katie would now be suspicious of us every time we got
together thinking that Jean is doing her father.  I guess she would be
close to being right if she thought that.  That is the very reason that I
suggested we go out last weekend rather than fool around in one of our
homes.  If we were over their house, there would be a chance that she could
see us again and if we were in our house, she would be guessing what we
were doing.  I don't think what we ended up doing last week would ever have
entered their young minds.  Christ!  Even I would never have guessed at
what we would end up doing.  I think they would be thinking along the lines
of a movie or a restaurant or something like that.  We would have to
continue clandestine outings if we were to continue down this road at all.
   Judging by the way the girls are talking, I think things will keep going
in the same direction.  All Jean talks about is our adult theater
adventure. We have had more sex since that night than I have had all this
year to date.  She tells me that Mary can't stop talking about it either
and shares her favorite memories with me too.  We all must be in a
perpetual state of sexual arousal.  We have become dyed-in-wool hedonists.
That night of our outing, after we got home, Jean and I went directly to
bed but continued to talk about all that happened at the bookstore.  We got
ourselves to such a fevered pitch that we worked through our entire sexual
repertoire.  It ended again with me eating my cum from her cunt a second
time.  Only this time, her fantasy was that it was Phil who was fucking her
and that I was lapping up his cum (my suspicion was that this was always
her real fantasy).  This made me so hot that I thought I would faint as I
swallowed my own sperm as we pretended that it was Phil's.  God it was hot.
All through our fucking, she was calling out Phil's name and describing how
his huge cock felt as it ripped into her cunt.  The part when she described
how it felt to have all of that cum pumping into her vagina was the kicker.
It was at that point that I finally decided that I had to see her actually
get fucked by him.  I wanted to see it up close and personal.  I wanted to
actually eat his cum out of her sloppy pussy.  I still wasn't sure that she
would do it and I didn't know how I was going to arrange for it to happen
with me there but I was going to try; but what to do about Mary?
   Normally, the thought of fucking Mary would be exciting and I would be
eager to do it but I am so much into this bisexual fantasy that I don't
know how to incorporate her into it.  The thought of her enormous clit is
still titillating but I want to focus only on this one vision.  It only
includes Jean, Phil, and me.  I don't think I have to worry one minute
about what Phil will do but first things first; how do I convince Jean?
   We have had quite a few nights (and days and mornings) of hot steamy sex
with me as a surrogate for Phil and this night was no exception only this
time as we lay there exhausted and with cum all over my face, I said, "I
think you aught to do it!"
   She said, "Do what?"
   "You know...Fuck Phil." I replied.
   There was complete silence.  It was so quiet that I could hear my heart
pounding in my chest in anticipation of what she was going to do.  The
longer the silence went on, the more trouble I thought I was in.
   After an uncomfortably long time, she said, "Only if you stick it in."
   I wasn't sure I heard her right and asked hr to repeat it.
   She confidently said, "Only if you stick his cock in me and hold it
while he fucks me and cums in me, I want you to eat me out like you have
been doing lately.  You know... eat up all of his cum."
   I was thinking this was a trap - she wanted to see if the gay thing
would stop me.  But, would she think that was good that I would do it or
bad.  How did she ever reach this level of perversion?  I thought this was
a male perversion.  Since when do women think like this?  Did Phil
influence her?  I didn't know how to answer her.  I know this is some kind
of test.  Will I pass or fail?  If I agreed, would she think me gay and
turn away from me; but what if she really wanted me to do that stuff.
   "If I agreed, would you do it?" I said with as much authority I could
muster under the circumstances.
   "In a New York minute!" she snapped.
   I was surprised at the forcefulness of her answer but it certainly left
no doubt about what she wanted.  So, with that answer I felt that it was
safe to agree and said, "I'll do it!"
   Now I felt that it was safe to confide in her about my concern about
Mary.  With their close friendship, maybe she could handle it for me.  Now,
how do I phrase it so that it doesn't sound like I have been planning for
this to happen all along?
   "What about Mary?" I said to test the waters.
   "What do you mean?" she asked.
   "What will she be doing?  Do you think she will go along with this? 
What will she be doing if I am tied up with you and Phil?" I asked.
   "I don't know.  You can fuck her; I know she's been wanting that as much
as I want the big one" She replied.
   She added, "Don't worry about it.  I'll talk to her and I'm sure we'll
come up with something."
   I had a hard time getting to sleep that night worrying that I went too
far.  I know deep inside that this is very wrong.  This is so wrong that I
won't even be able to confess it to the priest.  I will certainly burn in
hell for corrupting my beautiful wife.  The innocent girl I married. 
Mulling it over time and time again, I began to doubt that I was the
aggressor and that Eve here might be the ultimate temptress.  She was the
one that actually broke her wedding vow and right before my eyes.  She was
the one that jumped at the opportunity to consummate her relationship with
Phil.  Maybe I'm being manipulated.  Maybe she's the real pervert.  I
tossed and turned all night with these thoughts running through my head.
   I was starting to feel sorry that I got myself into this mess.  It was
sordid and dirty.  I had to put a stop to it.  I then set about finding a
way to put an end to this nasty business.  I wanted to apply the brakes but
was reluctant to bring it up again.  It had been several days since we made
the devil's bargain but she hadn't mentioned it.  Days turned to weeks and
weeks turned to months and still nothing.  In all of that time, we had been
with Mary and Phil and the kids almost every weekend and that usually
included activities starting on Friday night with multiple events through
Sunday.  We were with them all of the time.  A number of those occasions
included our usual ribald couple's nights but nothing rising to the level
of that adult theater night nor was there any mention or action leading to
our private little agreement between Jean and me.  I was happy that the
rate of escalation seemed to have backed off a notch or two.  We were still
playing with fire but managed to restrict ourselves to our own matches.
   Then, one night after coming home from work, Jean said, "It's all set;
we're all going to Vegas."
   I said, "That's a surprise; what brought this on?"
   She replied, "Don't you remember our deal?"
   Thinking about what she obviously meant for a moment I broke into a cold
sweat.  Unable to deal with it I meekly said, "Oh; the deal!"
   Her announcement hit me like a ton of bricks.  Having not heard a peep
about it since our agreement several months ago, I assumed that it was not
real.  During the hiatus I had convinced myself of the filthy disgusting
nature of the proposition and made up my mind not to allow Jean to do it. I
was not going to allow another man to violate my sweet wife.  I will not
allow it to happen!
   My resistance lasted a microsecond.  As soon as the thought of her and
Phil locked in a carnal embrace flashed through my mind I lost my resolve.
An uncontrollable thrill went through my body.  I could feel my cock
beginning to swell as I indulged these pornographic images in my mind. 
Waves of sexual excitement cascaded up and down my torso leaving me
light-headed from the rush.  It was back and I was helpless to do anything
but obey.  I am a cuckold and there is no denying it now.
   As I wallowed in my decrepitude, Jean seized the upper hand in our
relationship again and resumed calling all of the shots.  She made all of
the travel arrangements, which had always been my responsibility in the
past.  She even took control of our everyday activities.  She decided where
we would go and what we would do.  She even started telling me what to
ware. I was becoming her puppy dog.  I got excited every time I saw her and
couldn't keep my hands off of her.  I followed her around just to keep her
in my sight.  I loved the smell of her.  But, I jumped when she said jump
and I cowered away when she got sick of me pawing her.  She would scream,
"Get the hell away from me!" I was back at her as soon as she was
distracted by something else and forgot about my annoying behavior.  I had
never acted like this before and I was disgusted with my own actions.  This
was not me.  Although I try to be polite to people and mindful of other
people's needs and wants, I thought myself as macho and judging by other
peoples reactions in return to me, I think others thought of me in that
way. What is happening to me?  Why do I feel this way?
   My self-loathing continued.  The trip was all planned and confirmed and
everything that Jean and, as it turned out, Mary wanted to do was arranged
and confirmed without any input from me.  I found myself standing at the
flight gate in the airport feeling more like a child with his parents than
as the adult male, husband and professional I am.  I was just following
along with everyone.  I felt like I was being escorted to boarding school
or something rather than going on a vacation.  I was feeling the excitement
of unknown expectation o what was going to happen and the fear of the
unknown at the same time.  I must have looked like the lamb being sent to
slaughter.
   We arrived in Vegas in late morning and went right the Bellagio to check
into our suite.  I was surprised that Jean ordered a single suite for all
of us but then remembered why we were there.  I actually began to shake all
over in anticipation of the event.  There were two bedrooms; one on either
side of a large common seating area replete with a large screen
entertainment center and a fully equipped bar.  I usually took the lead
whenever we traveled but this time, I was the last to enter the room.  The
girls selected their bedrooms and the guy's lugged the suitcases into the
rooms and threw them on the beds.  I could hear the girls describing the
finer features of the suite with admiration.  As they explored the suite, I
busied myself unpacking and loading up the closet and drawers with our
clothing.  At the bottom of Jeans bag was a collection of brand new silk
lingerie.  I became slightly weak in the knees as held up and examined each
and every one of them; picturing her wearing them as she freely offers her
body and soul to this demon whom we will both obediently serve and service
his carnal desires.  I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that she has
been preparing herself for this for some time now.  She must have spent a
lot of time searching for and deciding upon just the right vestment to
exhibit her sensual offering to her god of hedonism.  She has been
pondering techniques for arousal and seduction.
   Knowing her as I do, she was designing and mentally practicing every
aspect of foreplay she will employ leading to the final act of copulation.
The sex act will not end there.  She will extend the ecstasy far beyond
orgasm to a level seldom experienced by mortal men.  She was a master of
the art of lovemaking.  Just her flirting is enough to bring most men to
climax.  This time she will she will use all of her skills that were once
my sole possession and exclusive privilege.  She will no longer be my
exclusive domain.  I know that once this is consummated, she will never be
satisfied with me again.  She will never be satisfied by any one man again.
I fear but am drawn to the succubus I must succor.
   After we settled in to the suite, we decided to explore the town and
casinos.  We went through the shops at the Bellagio and played a few slots.
We strolled along the strip enduring the heat of the afternoon sun.  We
watched the pirate show at Treasure Island and went up in the Stratosphere
Tower and rode that stupid device designed to dump us over the side.  At
least that is what it felt like.  That was enough to make a person shit his
pants.  By early evening, we were hungry and decided on Planet Hollywood
for dinner.  Too tired to walk, we got a cab.  I was wondering how I was
going to last through an evening of gambling and drinking since I was just
about to collapse from all we had done so far.  Dinner was slow in coming
and far from exceptional but they made up for it with sky high prices.  I
couldn't complain since this is Vegas we are talking about.  As we were
sitting there over bitter coffee and dried out cheesecake, this older
couple came over to Jean and gave her a couple of tickets to the Blue Man
Group with apologies for not having enough tickets for all of us.  Jean
thanked them profusely and offered to pay them for the tickets or, at
least, buy them dinner and drinks but they excused themselves to go back to
their rooms saying that they had enough for the day and were too tired to
go to the show and were happy for someone to be able to use the tickets.
   Jean turned back to us and said, "How do we decide who gets these?  The
show doesn't start until ten and it's only 6:30 now."
   I immediately said, "It won't be me because I am following the old farts
back to the hotel; I'm bushed."
   Jean looked very disappointed at my announcement since I know she wanted
to see the show.
   Pointing at me Mary said, "I'm with him.  I can't walk another step."
   Jean said, "Well Phil; Looks like it's you and me tonight."
   Those words made me cringe because I knew that she has other plans for
Phil but they will now have to wait for another night.
   Mary and I hobbled out of the door and grabbed a cab back to the hotel
while Jean and Phil set out for some drinking and gambling before the show.
   My mind was on Jean and what she was doing.  She was now out on a date
with a stud.  She hasn't "dated" in a dozen years and I wondered what she
would do.  I know when we dated; she could really get me worked up.  Just
the way she moved; the way she walked; the cute way she moved her lips when
she talked; the way she smiled; the way she frowned; everything she did was
exciting to watch.  I loved her smell.  Not her perfume but the wonderful
scent of her body and the clean fresh smell of her breath.  I'm sure Phil
is enraptured by her right now.  He is experiencing my Jean while I go back
to the room to rest.  Am I really tired or have I just given up?
   As I leaned back in the seat of the cab, Mary slid close to me and slid
her arm under mine and placed her head on my shoulder.  I haven't had a lot
of physical contact with this beauty and was suddenly feeling remorseful
for it.  I have been so wrapped up in my own circumstance that I had not
considered that Mary was on the same side of the cuckold equation as I. 
She was probably hurting as much as I was.  I don't know how women deal
with these types of things.  For men, it is a binary equation.  Either you
get off on the humiliation or you live in denial.  Women, on the other
hand, are much more complex in their thinking and look at things more
emotionally than sexually.  Take Jean: with all of her feminine wiles, she
held onto me emotionally even when I doubted I could hold on to her.  Even
with what is about to happen, I know she will stay with me.  She can
separate sex and emotion.  I get confused between sex and emotion.  To her,
emotion is her driver and sex is her pleasure.  To me, sex is pleasure and
pleasure is sex.
   I looked into Mary's beautiful but sad eyes and for the first time, felt
her pain.  She looked at me for a long time and said, "Don't you find me
attractive?"
   My heart sank.  At that moment the guilt I felt was almost too much to
endure.  Here was a woman that has been nearly as close to me as my wife
over the past dozen years or so and she doesn't know how I feel about her.
I truly love this woman.  She is the warmest, kindest, gentlest, most
loving person I have ever met.  She is as beautiful and as sexy as my very
own wife.  I was disappointed in myself again because if I were an alpha
male, I would have tried to seduce her long ago.  The penis envy I felt
with her husband took me out of the game and instilled such doubt about my
virility that I did not even show this beautiful creature that I found her
appealing or wanted.  This is not about me, however, this is about someone
I love and cherish dearly.  I must reach out to help her.  I know that
despite her concurrence with what those two are about to do, she clearly is
feeling the same pain of rejection as I.  Only her pain cannot be
alleviated by a vicarious transference that I can enjoy as a cuckold male.
The cuckolded woman feels the pain of loss.  She feels a diminishment in
the emotion she invested in her relationship.  She needs some way of
replenishing it.  She is looking to me for that relief.
   I looked deeply into her loving eyes and said, "Mary, I do find you
attractive.  I find you beautiful.  I love you as much as I love Jean." I
wasn't lying.
   Her eyes immediately began to tier up.  With her lip quivering she said
in a very faint voice, "Thank you."
   With that, tiers came to my eyes also.  As the first tier rolled down my
cheek, I reached around her and brought her close to me and squeezed her
tightly and affectionately to my chest.  She quietly sobbed into my
shoulder.  I held her this way until the doorman at the Bellagio opened the
cab door for us to get out.  I guess this is nothing new to them but it
certainly is new to me.  Mary collected herself as I paid the cabbie and
tipped the doorman and we walked through the casino on the way to our
suite. She was walking barefoot carrying her shoes and I was hobbling along
with what felt like extensive blistering on both of my feet.  She kind of
stumbled getting into the elevator and I grabbed her pulling her tightly to
me.  I thought she had a look of glee on her face but it was probably more
one of gratitude than anything else.  I leaned into her and gave a quick
kiss to her lips holding it just slightly longer than a kiss of greeting
and pulled my head back and our eyes immediately locked in an ardent kind
of embrace.  I got this sudden surge of emotion; something I never felt
with anyone before.  I wasn't sure what it was.  It was intense.  It was
comforting.  It was all consuming.  I could not break our eye contact.  I
surrendered to it with my whole body, mind, and soul.  The elevator stopped
at our floor but we still remained locked soul to soul.  The elevator door
opened and after a brief pause closed again.  Apparently no one had called
for the elevator so we just stopped there with the doors closed.  It was
Mary that said, "We better open the door or we'll end up back in the lobby
again."
   Still holding her gaze, I reached out and pushed the button to open the
door.  I extended my arm to hold it open but we didn't move from where we
were standing.  The door kept trying to close but bounced back away from my
hand repeatedly.  Finally, Mary not breaking the stare asked, "Are we going
to get out of here or stay here all night?" Then, I pulled her tightly to
me again as I leaned back on the door to keep it open and pressed my lips
to hers in a way I haven't done with anyone for many years.  This was a
kiss of pure unselfish love; a kiss to show her that she was truly loved by
me; a kiss with no expectations; a kiss of total commitment.  Our kiss was
joining us soul to soul.  In it I could feel pure emotion building deep in
our hearts.  We were as one; unlike anything I had ever experienced - not
even with Jean.  This union was not sexual, it was purely emotional.  The
threat placed over our heads by our spouses created a hunger in each of our
souls that could only be sated by our ultimate union.  I truly never felt
this good or happy in my entire life and didn't want it to ever stop. 
After all of the years of avoiding physical contact with this woman, I then
emotionally and, yes, spiritually closer to her than any other person in my
life even with Jean.  Our union was only broken when another couple walked
into the elevator right passed us.  We didn't even notice that they were
there until the guy said, "I hate to break things up but wouldn't it be
better to take this into your room?"
   Startled, we nervously laughed with embarrassment and stepped out of the
car.  The other couple disappeared from view as the doors closed and we
were again alone.  I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her to my
side and we walked toward the suite.  Upon reaching the door, I opened it
with the access card and turning to her bent over, reached out and swept
her off of her feet.  She threw her arms around my neck and held me tightly
and pressed her head into my shoulder.  I leaned to her and placed my face
against her shiny hair that had the fragrance of flowers.  I was tempted to
take this into the bedroom but felt that it might be a betrayal of her
trust so I walked over to one of the overstuffed sofas and gently lay her
down along its length.  I took a seat at her feet and took one in my hand
and proceeded to massage it.  She cooed with that and leaned back to enjoy
the relief.  She said, "My feet are filthy but I'm too tired to get up to
wash them and what you're doing feels so good I don't care."
   I laughed and said, "Do you want me to wash them for you?"
   "I would but I can't get up for you to do it." She said in a sigh.
   I stood up, slid my arms under her back and legs and picked her up. 
This time she just put one arm around my neck and leaned back in my arm
with the back of her free hand to her brow like a 1920's femme fatale.  I
carried her into one of the bathrooms and set her on the edge of the
Jacuzzi tub with her feet dangling inside.  I looked around and gather some
supplies and turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.  She leaned
back looking at me while kicking her feet in the little bit of water in the
bottom of the tub an said to me in a teasing voice, "You're going to get
your pants wet."
   I just kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants to the floor, and stepped
out of them and right into the tub.  I knelt down, grabbed one of her
ankles and brought her foot up to kind of tease her.  With that she lost
her balance, grabbed about to find something to hold onto kicking her free
leg out in the process.  The movement was not overly exaggerated and she
stabilized herself quickly chuckling at me for my clumsy move.  As she did
that, my attention was drawn to her crotch and that beautiful cameltoe that
she was exposing brazenly with her newly widened stance.  She looked down
to confirm the target of my eyes and said, "See something you like?"
   I just smiled and went back to the business of washing her feet.  She
has pretty feet.  Her nails were painted a dark red and were buffed to a
bright shine.  The nails on all but her big toe were slightly curved down
at the tips.  The nails on her big toes were perfectly shaped and carefully
trimmed.  You could tell she recently had a pedicure since every nail was
perfect and her feet were smooth and soft.  There wasn't a callous anywhere
on her feet.  I lathered up the foot captured by my left hand and briskly
scrubbed the bottom.  She squirmed and pulled because it tickled so much. I
wouldn't let her go and continued torturing her until the bottom of that
foot was clean.
   I commanded, "Give me the other one."
   She yelped, "No that tickles too much" and tried to swing her free leg
away from me spreading her legs widely in the process.  I could see her
puffy vulva moving under the tight fabric of her shorts.  I was imagining a
lot more than I could see.  I allowed the struggle to continue for a long
time since I was getting the show of a lifetime.  Her moving cloth covered
cunt was a million times more stimulating than any of the pornographic
images I had ever seen.  To add to the excitement, she was watching me
watch her.  She moved her leg in every possible position and I feigned and
attempt to grab it.  At some point, she slowly brought her leg down and I
watched the gap between her legs close and reform to an even deeper
cameltoe as the motion had pulled the fabric deeper into her slot.  I was
transfixed.  I had an ankle in each hand and I was still looking between
her beautiful legs in a deep erotic reverie.
   She said, "Aren't you going to do me?"
   The only thing I could thing of to say was, "In a New York minute!"
   She laughed and said, "I mean my foot."
   I replied, "Yes!  That's what I meant."
   To which she said, "In your dreams."
   I proceeded to repeat the cleaning process on the other foot causing her
the same guffaw.  When her feet were clean, I rubbed them with lotion I got
off of the vanity.  This made her purr.  When I finished, she stepped out
of the tub and stood in the middle of the room stretching and obviously
posing for me.  She said, "I need a shower.  Do you want to wash the rest
of me?" and proceeded to remove her top followed by her bra revealing her
beautiful full breasts.  They were larger than Jeans and swung a little
when released from the bra.  They sloped down with a gentle curve that
still displayed the fullness of youth.  Her nipples were large and dark
brown and hardened as she massaged her breast enjoying the feeling of
freedom from their confinement.  It wasn't easy to divert my attention from
those lovely orbs but I did notice that she had a well defined midsection
that accentuated the size of her breasts.  Next, she unbuttoned her shorts
and pulled down the zipper.  When she bent over to slide the shorts over
her hips, her breasts swayed to adjust to her position.  They were
absolutely amazing because they didn't lose their shape in the least; they
just changed position a little bit.  She adjusted the waste of her French
cut panties and she straighten up which accentuated the deep cleft that
seemed to be clenching the material running between her legs.  Her large
vulva had captured my full attention and I watched its movement as she
worked the material at her waistline.  Then she stuck her thumbs in the
waistband on either side of her hips and quickly pushed her panties down
her thighs as she bent over.  Her vulva was reluctant to release the
material as it grasped and hung on until the panties could stretch no more
and they plucked themselves from the clasp of the gynic grip.  She
gracefully rose to reveal all of her feminine charms to my view.  Despite
my longtime fascination with her cameltoe that was now totally revealed to
me, I could not stop my eyes from inspecting every inch of her sensual
body. Her physical beauty was far greater than I could have ever
anticipated.  Her skin was a very light shade of brown; almost
Mediterranean.  It was perfectly flawless without a single freckle or mole
to mar its beauty.  It encased her frame without forming a wrinkle or
crease.  It was like nothing I had ever seen before.  It was as if God the
almighty finished her off with a celestial air brush before he gently
placed her here among us flawed mortals.  I felt unworthy to gaze upon his
heavenly artistry.
   She slowly turned to show me the entirety of her beauty.  For a moment I
could almost hear the music as Lara in her red gown turned to show her
youthful beauty to Messier Komarovsky in Zhivago.  My consciousness drifted
from appreciation to prurience as I realized her intention.  By the time
she was again facing me her nipples had transformed from the large
perfectly round brown medallions to two prominent chestnut spires
projecting mightily from the ends of those gently sloping bosoms.  This was
probably caused by a chill from the air conditioning but I would rather it
have been her excitement in revealing herself to me.  Her narrow waist
framed an especially taught abdomen with just enough fatty underlayment to
keep the skin smooth as it stretched to cover some very well developed abs.
There wasn't even a hint of childbirth anywhere to be seen.  The only
possible evidence of motherhood could be the little bit of a pooch low on
her abdomen directly over her uterus.  It also looked like the Almighty
carved it to further enhance her allure.  I had briefly forgotten about my
long time fixation but now I had a full view of it framed by the smooth
curving hips that transitioned the hourglass shape above to a pair of
shapely legs with a graceful sweep that extended an invitation to full
access.  Now, as I examined from a distance, I could clearly see her inner
labia having been folded and compressed by her tight panties begin to
unravel and swell.  At the apex of her slit a fleshy hood was hiding her
slowly expanding clitoris.  Once engaged, my eyes seemed permanently locked
on this target.  Somehow I could tell that she was smiling at me.  I must
have looked like a drooling fiend.  She rocked her hips slightly which had
the effect of stiffening her clit and releasing her labia which bloomed
from her like the petals of a rose.  Her clit was now pointing back down
her slit and already larger than any I have seen in person, and that wasn't
too many.  My mind was already comparing it to Jean's which was rather
small compared to this one and this one was just getting started.
   Being tired of standing there, she finally whispered, "Love me."
   Although barely audible, I took it as a command rather than a request.
She wanted to share her beauty with me as a reward for replenishing her
reserve of amorous emotion.  She would never have understood what she has
done so far was more than I would ever have expected.
   Everything from then on was a bonus because the testosterone was taking
over and the emotional empathy drained.  Then it was all hot steamy sex and
as filthy and sleazy as I could coerce.  I stood up to reveal my own
prominence straining the front of my Jockeys.  She gave it a glance and
said, "Please."
   I removed all that I was wearing and stepped out of the tub, walked up
to her and wrapping my arms around her, pulled her tightly to me and kissed
her pouting lips.  She surrendered to lust as totally as had I.  We pressed
our flesh together as if to meld as one.  As we adjusted the grip of our
lips on each other, our bodies also adjusted to achieve maximum contact;
skin to skin.  The pressure; the heat; the movement of her body against
mine caused my penis to release its pre-sex lubricant between us enhancing
the sensation of our connection.  We were as intimate as two people can get
without actual penetration.  Just as we merged with our kiss in the
elevator, we were again soul to soul.  This was a bit disturbing since I
have never reached this level of emotional connection with Jean even though
I know that I truly love her more than anyone else on the face of the
earth. What is happening?  I thought I was never going to have sex with
Mary.  Ours isn't that kind of relationship.  I respect her.  She's Jean's
friend.  She's Pip's and Katie's mother.  She's my friend; that's all...
But, that's not all!  Here we are pressed tightly together and our ultimate
union is now unavoidable.  Neither of us will stop it.  I hope both of us
don't regret it.
   The fleeting thought of regret raced out of my mind to be replaced with
thoughts of excitement and pleasure.  What can I do next that will not
spoil the moment.  It seemed that we were already at some sort of pinnacle
in having intensely passionate feelings like I have never before
experienced.  Phil is the stud, not me.  I was afraid that anything more I
would do could just wreck what we have in this spontaneous tryst of ours.
As I was beginning to doubt myself, Mary started a low moan deep in her
throat.  I could feel the vibrations in the air she expressed it into my
mouth.  We were breathing each others breath, the very same air in perfect
harmony one through the other; from her lungs to mine and mine to hers.  We
were merging.  We were becoming one.  From that point, my brain abandoned
all conscious thinking and reverted to primitive mid-brain control. 
Romance has taken a back seat to passion.  I slid my penis back and forth
across the soft warm skin of her abdomen.  My body was signaling her uterus
to soon expect to be deluged by a flood of seed.  My hands began to roam
over her immaculate skin discovering every curve and crevasse.
   Being almost as tall as me, we were standing nearly face to face.  My
legs, slightly longer than hers placed the length of my penis along her
lower belly with my balls suspended along the crease of her vulva.  I could
feel her wet gash on my scrotum under the slow grinding thrusts of her
pelvis, her fluids below and my fluids above.  They would soon blend in a
solution to lubricate the fated penetration of her body.  Her upper torso
making up the difference in our height gave her large breasts a more
appropriate proportion to with her long slender waist and full hips placing
her nipples just under my Pecs.  I could feel them pressing against my
lower ribs.  She was the first to move, taking her arms from around my neck
and sliding her hands down along the exposed sides of my chest and waist,
sliding between our bodies to capture my staff.  She squeezed it and gently
pumped with both of her hands, exciting an even greater flow of my fluid.
She moved one hand down to caress my balls and pressed the head of my cock
firmly into her belly with the other hand while she rubbed it back and
forth to apply the leakage to as much of her stomach as she could.
   I slid my hands up and down her back in as sensual of manner I could. 
When I reached the mounds of her buttocks, I squeezed them, increasing the
force with every visit.  Eventually, I pulled at her butt cheeks and could
feel her vulva opening as I increased the force.  I could tell that she had
surrendered to me and her passions since the force I was beginning to use
on her ass must have been painful.  She didn't protest or resist.  Instead,
she moaned harder into my mouth and was exhaling harder and harder into my
mouth with each breath.  She abruptly broke our kiss and in one smooth
motion, dropped down to her knees and took my penis into her worm mouth. 
Her groans and moans continued to get louder.  I could now feel their
vibrations around my cock.  The pleasure was so intense that I reflexively
launched the initial volley of sperm right down her throat causing her to
cough and choke.  She continued despite her discomfort and captured every
one of my spurts in her mouth.  I usually completed my climax in three or
four spurts but I was so excited that I pumped out about eight full jets of
sperm into her and could feel the more cum ooze out after my prostate was
too exhausted to pump another.  Mary laved all remnants of my jizz off of
my cock with her spermy tongue after swallowing my full load with a loud
gulp.  She wasted no time in regaining her feet and pressing her slime
covered lips to mine in another passionate kiss.  We shared whatever cum
was left in her mouth is an aggressive exchange of our juices.  I cock
remained erect but not firm enough to perform the ultimate act of union. 
The fervor of her kiss and the taste of cum in my mouth were maintaining my
inflation but the switch thrown in my brain by my release put my cerebrum
back in charge and I was now thinking too much about what we were doing
rather than blindly indulging in the pleasure.  I was losing it.
   Mary, realizing what was happening, again wrapped her arms around my
neck and pressed herself closely to me.  I could barely hear it but I'm
sure she said, "I love you."
   I almost reflexively responded, "I love you too" but my brain was now
back in charge and I knew I was not supposed to say that to anyone but Jean
so I didn't respond.  Funny, but I was fully aware that what we had done
over the past couple of hours was not sex.  It was love!  It was initiated
by, guided by, and caused by pure emotion that made us one.  From and
emotional point of view, I had just gotten closer to Mary than anyone else
in my entire life and that includes Jean.  I love Jean and we have very hot
steamy sex together but I have never felt like our souls had become one
like I just did with Mary.  After the long pause in which I was analyzing
my feelings, I came to a startling realization.  I did love this woman.  I
wasn't sure of what it would all mean to our lives but I was sure that what
I had felt and was now feeling was love.  I put my curled index finger
under Mary's chin, raised her head so that I could look directly into her
eyes and said, "I love you."
   I could feel the love in her eyes but she stayed stone-faced for an
uncomfortable few moments before she spoke.  With our eyes still locked,
she began to speak through trembling lips.  I was afraid, for a moment that
I had misheard her and she didn't say that she loved me.  In my panic, I
was expecting more mortification but that didn't happen.
   Mary's eyes began to fill with tears as she said, "I've been painfully
in love with you for many years.  I couldn't say anything because I know
how much you love Jean and I lover too.  I love my husband too.  I don't
want anything to change in our lives.  I want us all to be happy, but I
have never felt this way with anyone else not even Phil.  I feel pure and
absolute love for you and I feel it equally returned from you."
   Clearly, we were both trapped in something that we didn't intentionally
create but together had to face.  What did this all mean to our not so
normal lives?  It seemed like this was created for us by our spouses who
have already engaged in passionate sex right in front of us and have
somehow coerced and involved us as unwitting participants is their
pre-announced and long anticipated tryst.  As they were out on the town in
Las Vegas going through the preliminaries, we were heavily engaged in an
unplanned carnal affair.  We were going to engage in the act before they
would.  It was cosmic justice for those two for cuckolding us both.
   I again swept her off of her feet and carried her to the bed in which
she and her husband will later spend the night.  We are going to defile
that interim marital bed with our illicit hot sexual union and dishonor
their marriage with a declaration of our love for each other.  The
transitive property of our sin will defile both of our spouses but
cuckolding Philip will bring me the satisfaction I desperately need.
   Mary became very submissive as I laid her down on the bed but not enough
to release her hold on my neck pulling me down with her and forcing me to
awkwardly kneel on the mattress and bounce around until I could work my
body into a comfortable position against her.  We ended up with her on her
back and me on my left side with my right leg crossed over her right leg.
In this position, my now flaccid penis was squashed against her hip. 
Sensing my deflated state, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me
passionately while slowly rocking her hip into my groin.  I took the
advantage of our position to begin my exploration of her body with my
hands. To this point my hands had only felt the curve of her back and the
firm gentle swell of her behind.  Now my right hand was, as a result of my
graceless tumble next to her, my right hand ended up on her abdomen just
above her navel.  My instinct was to dive directly to her cunt that I was
longing to feel but my better judgment told me that the successful journey
to a woman's vagina must always start at her tits.  I know that all of my
attempts at cunt grabbing with out foreplay end up being rejected and
lovemaking abruptly halted.  So, my hand traveled upward to gently caress
the bottom and side of her left breast before I bean fingering her nipple.
I rubbed it and very lightly squeezed it between my index finger and thumb.
Under a slight twisting motion it contracted and hardened into a firm teat
that would satisfy any discerning nursing baby, especially the male ones.
Baby; hell!  What am I talking about every man alive would love to get this
magnificent nipple in their mouth.  So, that is exactly what I did.  I
broke our kiss leaving her lips drenched with our exchange.  I moved my
head swiftly to her breast so as not to crash her mood and trapped her
engorged nipple between my lips and caressed it with my tongue.  This
caused her to shriek loudly and grab the back of my head while she forced
her breast hard to my mouth.  She was getting verbal in her passion and
started voicing her pleasure and directing me to her desires.  She clearly
enjoyed having her nipples sucked; much more than Jean does.  My left arm
was still trapped under her back from our plunge to the bed and it
frustrated me with my sensuous exploration of her body.  I didn't want to
pull it out from under her for fear of breaking the mood and that it would
cause us to separate from this tight embrace.
   My right hand, freed from her breast now dominated by my mouth, seemed
to have a mind of its own as it began its journey down her smooth abdomen,
stopping briefly to explore the cleft of her navel and continue down over
the little mound of baby fat below until I reached the edge of her pubic
hair near the gates of heaven.  I traced the upper edge of her hairy patch
with my fingers before advancing to her crease.  Even though she trimmed
her bush, it covered substantially more of her abdomen than Jean's does. 
The hair felt course and thick beneath my fingers and its slick surface
facilitated a speedy trip to her heated gash.  My fingers could feel the
swell of her cunt the further down they went until plunging into her hot
wet canyon.  Her lips opened in surrender to my invading fingers that were
halted by the enormity of her engorged clit.  Just the light touch of
initial contact sent Mary into violent sexual spasms and screams of
excitement.  She was getting so loud that I briefly worried that we could
be heard by the guests in the other rooms.  But, here noise started to
stimulate me more and more because it was me whom was causing it.  It was
sort of an aural exhibitionism that was very titillating.
   This was something I frequently fantasized but never experienced before;
a massive clit.  My finger could sense the transition from the stretched
clitoral hood to the massive body of the swollen clitoris.  I gently slid
my finger to the tip and could feel it pulsing like a male's penis seeking
full distention.  I couldn't resist grabbing it between my fingers and
thumb and sliding them up and down the shaft.  To my amazement, it got
harder and larger - much larger.  It really felt like a young boy's penis;
if I can remember that far back to my own little cock.  As my fingers
reached the tip, I could clearly feel the formation of a head just like a
penis.  This was thrilling me beyond my wildest sexual dreams and desires.
I had to see this miracle of female genetics.
   I pulled my arm from under Mary and adjusted my position to get a good
close up look at this unusually large clit.  When I finally could see what
I was feeling, I became almost light-headed with sexual excitement.  The
first thing I noticed was that her pudenda were all proportionately large
making the enormous clit, if not normal, comfortable in its complementary
surroundings.  Her very swollen vulva was wedged open by some impressively
large labia that were stilled rolled between the major lips but sticking
out like an overstuffed roast beef Taco.  Her clit stuck out from the top
for at lease two inches and was as thick as my little finger.  It was pink
and slightly curved upward with a striking resemblance to a penis.  Those
large clits I had seen in porn were usually more conically shaped and
thicker rather than longer.  This one stood up in all of its glory
demanding my attention which I did not hesitate in giving it satisfaction.
I leaned in close, extended my tongue and gently grazed the underside of
the shaft thinking that the sensory area would be in the same place as on
my cock.  I quickly lowered my mouth to engulf it and work it with my
tongue.  It seemed that everything I did to stimulate it gave her
tremendous pleasure causing her to scream and moan repeatedly with every
movement of my mouth.  Eventually, I settled in on a blowjob-like movement
giving maximum pressure with my lips as I lightly flicked my tongue against
it with each in and out motion.  After just a few of those, she went into a
full catatonic climax announced by a jarring scream that had to be heard 36
floors below in the casino.  She ended her orgasm with a violent shudder
throughout her body.  Taking my mouth away after she quieted down, I was
greeted by her labia in full bloom with a river of girl cum flowing between
them and down o the bedspread.  I couldn't resist this invitation either
and plunged my face into it full on and began to lick up as much of her
juices that I could.  This opened her up so I could see from her vaginal
opening down to the brown pucker of her asshole.  I ran my tongue across
both of them repeatedly as I moved my mouth up and down her gash trying to
avoid her oversensitive clit until it had a chance to recover.  I inserted
my tongue into the source of all of that fluid causing her to renew her
moaning.  I pressed my tongue forcefully toward hr pucker until it finally
sprang out of her cunt and planted itself firmly over hr asshole.  I
lightly rimmed her hole and pressed into it.  Her asshole was clenched very
tightly to prevent my penetration but finally relented to the onslaught and
released her grip but her hole still would not accept my entry.  She
probably never experienced anal sex considering the size of Phil's cock
would make it impractical or painful.  Y jaw was beginning to ache from the
effort but my perseverance paid off when my tongue finally bust inside to
the obvious surprise of Mary.  She yelled out, "Oh my God!" and screamed
again in a mini-climax similar to the last one causing more of her cum
juice to flow from her pussy to her asshole and flood my imbedded tongue.
   I wasted no time in climbing over her and inserting my penis into her
overheated cunt.  I wasn't at all surprised that I slipped in like a size 9
foot in a size 12 shoe.  It was hot and very wet but there was little
friction between my cock and the walls of her stretched out vagina.  Years
of fucking that horse cock had enlarged this cunt far beyond the usefulness
of a mortal man's primitive cock ability to satisfy.  I could almost detect
hr sense of disappointment but I pressed on as If I had some kind of
mission to fulfill, and I did.  My mission was to plant my flag of conquest
in my rival's realm by sowing my seed in her fertile valley.  This part of
our sin was for me.  I slid into her cunt as far as I could and moved from
side to side to get some kind of friction going.  I then began a fucking
motion that she reacted to with a low moan.  I tried different speeds and
settled in on a moderate one that seemed to elicit the most noise from her
and the most sensation for me.  We fucked like this for quite some time
until the feelings began to well up from my balls telling me that it was
time.  I started to grunt as my climax hit and thrust my cock in deep with
each ejaculation.  My climax seemed to kick hers off and she went into a
wild thrashing orgasm that would have thrown me out of her sloppy quim if
she wasn't pulling me into her by my ass.  I held on for the wildest
orgasmic ride of my life lasting many times longer than anything I was able
to produce with Jean.  I was so grateful to Mary for the intensity of her
reaction to our fuck that I slid down to eat her sperm laden cunt.  She was
king of shocked at what I was doing an attempted to push my face away but I
persisted.  She relented and slowly sunk back down to the bed and to enjoy
the feeling.  Within a few seconds she was there again and broke back into
a hard climax only this one ended in her crying.  I crawled up over her
spent body until we were eye to weeping eye.  Her sobbing was getting
harder and I was at a loss as to what to do.
   I said, "Did I do something to hurt you?"
   Trying to control her stuttering breathing, she said in a very halting
way, "No, you were just wonderful.  I'm crying because that was the first
time I ever felt loved during sex.  That was... You are... You are the best
lover I have ever had.  No one has ever done the things to me that you did.
No one has ever made me feel the way you do."
   I didn't know what to say.  She was clearly confused by what we did and
I think I was too.  Now that the sexual fervor and ardent emotion has
waned, I was again thinking about my true love Jean; Mary obviously has not
gone back to Phil at all.  Her love focus has been reset by all of this and
has formed a new bond with me.  I was flattered and somewhat sympathetic
because I too would have turned that corner if I didn't have to work so
hard to hold on to Jean all of these years.  Mary's infatuation with Phil
was apparently only on his penis whereas my infatuation with Jean was and
remains with the fact that she would even be with me.  She received carnal
pleasure in her relationship with Phil and his big dick and I received a
kind of validation from mine with Jean the beautiful.
   Regardless, we were facing a dilemma.  Would we do anything about these
feelings?
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Chapter 3 - Getting to Know Her