She’d been waiting for this for what seemed like forever. “Life just keeps getting in the way. Well, no more!” she thought to herself. Her resolve was firm. Today is the day.

He arrived home from work a few minutes early. He planned to surprise her. As he walked through the door, he called for her. No answer. Wondering where she might be, he walked from room to room absently looking for any clues.

Not finding her, he headed back to their bedroom. He stepped in the door and her scent filled his nose. A vision of her lying on the bed in a satin gown invaded his mind. He grins, thinking of all the pleasures to give and to be taken. He rubs the growing hardness in his blue jeans. The telephone rings jolting him back to the present.

“Hello?” he says.

In his ear a soft voice says, “I’m waiting for you, service inns and suites, room 604 don’t tell anyone you’re coming.” Then a quiet click and the line went dead.

Well, he had hoped to surprise his wife, but something else came up. Something he couldn’t ignore. He had to go.

A million questions flash in his mind. Pushing all of them aside, he jumps into the shower hoping he can get out of the house before the phone rings. He can’t risk getting ties up with meaningless phone calls. Not now. Using that soap she loves, he washes with reckless abandon.

Attempting to disguise himself, he shaves his moustache off. Wouldn’t want anyone to catch him! Cologne and some clothes. Briefly he wonders what he should wear what would she like? He shakes his head it doesn’t matter what is worn, it will all end up on the floor. Quickly dressed, grabbed the keys and raced off in his car. It was only a short drive to the hotel.

“What the hell was she thinking, getting a room so close to where I live? What if someone saw me? How on earth would I explain going into a hotel in the afternoon only a few minutes from home? Like anyone would believe that it was for a sleep alone!”

Pulling into the parking lot, he pushes all thoughts out of his head. Except her. She fills his mind all day and all night. He can hardly be satisfied with stolen moments of time with her, can he? He thinks of her soft beautiful searching eyes she wants to know if he loves her. Letting out a bit of a laugh, he says softly, “Do I love her??”

It is so much more than that. He thinks of her every waking hour of the day, he dreams of her when he sleeps, he schemes and plans for any excuse to do this just what he is doing now meeting her in a hotel room to take her and to be consumed by her. Their sex is more than he’s ever known. So complete. So uninhibited. His package swells just thinking about their coupling.

He walks in the front door behind a couple holding hands and laughing. He hopes no one recognizes him. Darting past the front desk, and to the elevators. He waits. Finally an elevator opens. It is empty. Relieved for the isolation, he steps inside and presses 6. The door closes. God the bulge in his pants is so uncomfortable! He can’t wait to get out of the constricting clothing! He waits.

Finally he’s there. Sixth floor. His breath catches in his throat, he can’t believe this is happening again, and he is still as nervous and excited as a teenage boy on his first ‘promising’ date.

Cautiously, he walks down the narrow hall and around the corner. There it is. Room 604. She’s in there. He wonders what she is doing, what she’s wearing, what she wants. His engorged cock strains the zipper as he thinks of the possibilities through that door.

*

He knocks softly. He listened. Silence. Then the door opens just a crack. It is so dark in there. He steps inside. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he sees that there is one candle burning. It is on the nightstand beside the bed. He looks around, but doesn’t see her. Briefly, he wonders where she might be.

He takes a moment to experience all of what was being offered to his senses. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Images race through his mind. A rain shower, the rainbow. He listens to the soft hum. The air is cool on his skin.

She is watching him. She can’t help but notice the incredible bulge in his jeans. She thinks of all the pleasures that bulge brings her. She quickly wonders what he is thinking, standing there with his eyes closed and his cock growing so hard. Silently she crosses the room and slips into the warm water in the Jacuzzi. She dripped some sweet smelling bubbles into the water.

He opens his eyes. There she is. In the Jacuzzi. He strains to see what she is wearing. The room is too dark. Her body is hidden in the water and the bubbles that are swirling around her.

“Take off your clothes.”

“But I have nothing to wear in there.” He motions towards the tub.

“Perfect.”

He shrugged off his shirt. Then he turned around to unzip his jeans. He slid them down his muscled thighs.

She watched intently as he removed the last of his clothing. There he stood, naked, his back toward her. “Oh my” she thought. “There is a perfect picture of beauty.”

Hearing her soft whimper, he turned to her. “you like?”

“Oh…” is all she can manage.

He took a step closer to the tub. She reached for him. “Wait your turn.” he instructed her.

A second later he was in the tub with her. The sensation of the rushing water on his engorged cock made him take a deep breath. His body was aching for her.

She watched as he sat next to her. She could feel his body tense.

He reached for her. She wasn’t as naked as he thought she was. Now he could see a matching red bra and g- string. He grasped her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were so hard. Pulling her on to his lap, he reached around her and undid her bra. The wet lace stuck to her. He gently pulled the straps down off her shoulders. With one swift move, her chest was bare. He lowered his lips to her, taking her erect nipples into his warm mouth, giving each the attention it was aching for. His strong hands kneading her enormous tits.

Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her onto his lap. She spread her legs and leaned into him. His hot, swollen shaft was pressed against her. She was near orgasm. She loved the way he loved her breasts. The way he squeezed them gently. The way he rolled her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The way he licked and sucked them like they were his lifeline.

Gently he laid her on her back on top of the water. He supported her ass with his strong arms. He nipped at the insides of her thighs. He kissed the thin strip of red lace that was barely covering her womanhood. She arched her hips pressing against his lips. With his teeth, he pulled the lace away from her nakedness. For a moment, he just looked at her swollen lips. He kissed her gently.

She strained against him. Slowly and deliberately, he slid his hot tongue into her wet pussy. His ears are filled with the sound of her moaning. He licks her soft wetness like it is the only reason he is alive. He is rewarded with her body quivering in his arms. He hears her gasping for breath. His face is soaked in her juices. He pulls her back onto his lap. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his wet lips. She kisses him deep and hard.

With that, she lowers herself to her knees and brings his hips up to meet her. She can see that he is straining his hips. She runs her tongue along the length of his swollen shaft. She lingers for just a second. She rubs his legs and grabs his ass with both hands. Taking his cock into her mouth, she pulls him into her.

They are still. She feels his member throbbing in her throat. She holds him until the throbs subside. Slowly she begins sucking again. She hears his ragged breathing. She knows that he’s close.

He pulls her up to him. He kisses her neck. He feels her tremble under his lips. He takes his time to kiss her again and again. He lets her go.

Once again she takes his full length into her mouth. She moans as she strokes him with her hot mouth. He watches her loving him. Her eyelids flutter as he catches her gaze. She is about to come. He loves how she gets off on sucking his cock. His need for her is urgent.

He moves around her and rubs his swollen member against her throbbing clit. She is wet and ready. He slides his cock into her waiting pussy. God, it feels incredible! Her body is tight around him. He is motionless inside her. He’s enjoying the sensation. He can feel her muscles contract in ecstasy.

He thrusts in and out of her. He’s building to his own climax. As he fucks her he feels her come again. It is too much. He grabs her tits and he pounds hard into her. He feels his muscles tense as his seed fills her.

After, he pulls her to him and kisses her. A silent thank you.

Knowing he must get home, he whispers, “I love you more than I could ever tell you.”

She whispers back, “I know. I love you too.”

He gets out of the tub and towels off. He silently gets dressed. He stops for a few moments and watches her get out of the tub and dry off. He admires her beauty as she dresses.

He kisses her softly and turns to go. He reaches the door and asks, “again soon?”

She says, “as soon as we can.” Both knowing that this doesn’t happen near as often as either of them would like.

*

He takes the long way home. He needs a few minutes to calm his jangling senses. Oh how she affects him.

As he walks in the door, he hears his wife’s favourite music playing on the stereo. “Hi sweetheart, I’m home” he calls.

“I’m in here.” She calls back.

He walks towards her voice. He finds her in the bathroom fixing her hair. He stands there admiring the matching red bra and g-string she’s wearing.

She says, “I thought that maybe we could go out to a movie or something.”

“With you wearing that? How will I ever concentrate on a movie?”

“Who says you have to?” She winks and walks into the bedroom. He watches as she puts on a skirt and his favorite shirt. The one that shows off her great tits. His imagination runs wild with the possibilities of that outfit in a dark theatre.

“A movie sounds great!”

She winks and smiles at him. She finishes dressing and wonders if it will be hotter than it was in the Jacuzzi.

My wife knew more people than I at this extravagant party.

It was all about her people and those with whom she worked. It would have been forgettable but for the fierce storm raging outside, letting loose cracks of thunder which made women jump and squeal, and especially but for the silver-plated bonus of the electric Diana, who may have been one of my wife’s people but who was also at the peak of an illicit, dangerous and thrilling affair with me.

I was at the edge of the big room, leaning my lanky frame indolently against the wall and watching her avidly, and she knew that’s what I was doing as she chatted with a group of people including my wife, because her eyes kept flashing in my direction. I was watching Diana, slim and sexy in her little black dress, when an impossibly bright flash of lightning dragged my eyes to the big windows. Bang. All the lights went out.

Ladies who did not like blackouts, and that means most of them, screamed and moaned. My brain, however, was faster than a lightning bolt and I moved quickly and directly towards the point where Diana had been standing. I groped for and found her hand in the chaos and pulled her clear of the throng and into the corridor. I pressed her against the wall and kissed her urgently but briefly.

“Quick,” I whispered. “We may not have much time.”

Holding her by the wrist and feeling my way via the wall, I dragged her down the corridor. She was obviously blind as a bat because she hung back like an anchor. I opened the first closed door I came across, tugged her inside and shut it. I took her by the shoulders and moved carefully until I felt a bed against the back of my legs. I fell back, pulling her on top of me. Again our lips met and I again I pulled away.

“Too much to do,” I whispered. “Too little time.”

I rolled her over on the bed, sat astride her legs and pushed her dress up her thighs. She wriggled and tried to sit up but I pushed her down. “Hush, my love,” I said softly. “Do nothing, say nothing.”

I slid her panties down and lowered my head between her legs, searching for her. I burrowed into her with my mouth and my tongue, my nose thrusting through her lush and wiry pubic hair. Wait. Hang on. Whoa. Lush and wiry? I stopped and lifted my head into the black night.

“Oh God,” said a deep and husky female voice I did not recognize. “Don’t stop now.”

Who the fuck was this? “Who the fuck are you?” I asked before I could stop myself.

“And who the hell are you?” she responded.

“Holy shit. I thought you were…somebody else.”

“It did occur to me.”

“What do we do now?”

She sat up, found my head and pressed it down. “Continue,” she said.

Right. It seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do. How could I not have known this was not Diana? This woman was completely different. Diana was small and bony. This one was bigger and softer all over. She smelled different. She even tasted different. Objectively, somewhat better. Her hand at my head bunched and clutched at my hair. She was quicker than Diana too. She tugged painfully at my hair and, like the left jab of a lightweight boxer, bumped my nose hard three times in rapid succession with her pubic bone. She groaned and flopped back on the bed. “It’s been a long time since that happened,” she whispered.

“Whoever you are, you know what you’re doing.”

“My pleasure. What’s your name?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Better if we don’t know.”

“What if the lights come back on?”

“If I see your face I’ll have to slap it for taking liberties. Besides, I don’t want to know how ugly you are.” I laughed softly. “I like your style.”

“And I like yours, mister. Do me quick while it’s still dark.”

She was slippery wet, warm and welcoming and I plunged into her with my trousers around my shins. She wasn’t exactly tight but the illicit nature of the event provided all the thrill necessary for a vigorously excited coupling. I groaned and thrashed through ejaculation and I’m not sure what happened to her but it was all pretty feverish.

Only seconds later, not nearly long enough for peaceful contemplation, she nudged me with her elbow. “Off now,” she ordered. “The power may come back at any moment.” I rolled away and dressed quickly. “Leave,” she hissed at me from the bed.

I groped around on the floor for a missing shoe and my hands closed over a lump of cloth. Her panties. On impulse I scooped them up and into my shirt pocket. I opened the door and she hissed again. “Wait,” she said. I froze. “Thanks,” she said. “It was nice.”

I shut the door and groped my way back down the hall. Lights briefly flared through matches and cigarette lighters and just as I passed the kitchen a candle cast a more lasting light. I had time only to get my bearings when the main lights surged back on. The crowd cheered with relief.

The party wound down gradually and Shelley, my wife, made eye signals at me about leaving. She sought out the host, a middle-aged man she worked with. He and his wife were wishing a line of people goodbye. Our turn came and each shook my hand with polite smiles, knowing Shelley but not me. I was thinking about where I’d parked the car when the woman flashed out her hand and smacked me soundly across the face.

Five or six people turned to look at us and I reached up my hand involuntarily to protect myself. The woman looked at me with cool grey eyes which flicked for just a moment at my shirt pocket. The barest hint of a woman’s panties showed over the rim. Unless you knew what it was you wouldn’t know what it was. “You may have had too much to drink, young man,” she said to me loudly and clearly, “but I’ll thank you not to goose me in public.”

“Uh, sorry,” I mumbled, and slid quickly out the front door.

My wife followed hard on my heels.

“What the hell?” she demanded. “Did you pinch Eva Hartmann on the bottom?”

“No,” I said truthfully. “I guess she had me confused with somebody else.”

Shelley laughed. “Wow,” she said. “I can’t imagine anyone ever having the courage to pinch Eva. What a battleaxe.” I mused about it on the way home. The formidable Eva Hartmann, dowager of the charity set, had to be 55 if she was a day. Built like a diva.

That old saying must be true: “They’re all alike in the dark.”

We’ve always liked to use food to enhance our sex ever since we read “Like Water for Chocolate” and that book by Marquez where the wacky dictator puts asparagus into the vaginas of the local towns women. I think that is actually where we got the idea from, sophomore year of college literature class. We passed notes back and forth to each other describing what we were going to eat off of one another and how we would become human sundaes. Jesus we ruined a lot of bed sheets back then. Now we just rip the shower curtain off the rod when we feel like human sundaes.

We were both excited to hear from the Starr Report that Bill Clinton got freaky in the Oval Office just like the wacky dictator in the Marquez book; Clinton just substituted cigars for asparagus. Jenny and I scanned the report for anything good to try, no new food, just some kink.

Our food fucks (as we began to call them) got more elaborate as we got older. We were no longer satisfied with just busting open the Hershey’s syrup and having at it. They began to evolve. Preparation of a meal began to play a larger part.

Foreplay begins at the supermarket. We like to go to the market across town. It’s a touch out of the way but there they always have samples and better quality produce. We go there and play silly pass the grape games, eat mango slices out of each others mouths, lick pineapple juice off of each other and gobble down as many samples as we can. The foreplay begins hours before the table is even set.

After the market trip we come home and change. We went out bought some real chef pants and shirts so we don’t stain our clothes. So far we haven’t gotten any reactions to out fetish wear from our family and friends; we tend to avoid the phone and the answering the door on our fetish days. Jenny never wears a bra under her shirt when we cook, she says it’s one less thing to get stained when I come at her with tomato covered hands.

During the preparation of dinner, I think, is when the best sex occurs. Jenny disagrees; but then again I like the sloppy messy stuff. When we first started going out Jenny had to “teach” me how to kiss. She complained too much saliva and said that I “kissed like a licking dog”. We would lay in bed and she would say to me “kiss me like you mean it”. I would launch at her with my tongue out , she would put her face in the pillow and laugh. Eventually she got me to keep my tongue in my mouth at least for a few seconds. I still attack her like a licking dog every once in a while.

The preparation continues our foreplay; I have actually seen my wife’s nipples dilate while I have been chopping up vegetables. She says it’s the blending of colors, the flashing of the knife, and the danger involved. Finishing up the prep work is usually where our first sex episode comes in. We’ll have been simmering in our lust sense the market trip; our hands covered in sauces, oils and juices, our mouths swimming in various flavors of bites we’ve stolen. During sex our hands leave little flavors all over each others bodies for us to discover later.

Hot peppers are the best sex food. We know to cancel all plans the next day if one of us throws a bag of peppers into the shopping cart. (you see) The oils of the peppers never really wash off your hands no matter how many times you wash them. We discovered this quite by accident one day when I made some “three alarm” chili for a superbowl party and had the oils of seratto pepper all over my hands.

Jenny’s prettier uniformed New England Patriots were losing and she was in need of some attention, so we slid off to the back bedroom. My hands coated in pepper oil went mostly unnoticed until I found her clitoris. Then the beta compounds from the peppers began to give off a warm feeling on her sensitive parts. It didn’t take long for us to figure out what was going on as the heat increased. Jenny moved my hand deeper taking the heat from her cilt to up inside of her. Jenny had orgasms like Hiroshima as she rode my hot pepper oiled hand pushing it further into her spasming pussy.

At the same moment Jenny was pushing me onto the bed and mounting up like a cowgirl, Mike Prior defensive back for the Green Bay Packers was picking off a pass from Jenny’s better uniformed Patriot quarterback. By the time the commercial break was over the beta compounds were working their magic on my sensitive parts. Six minuets and four seconds later as Bret Farve was diving head first into the endzone for the touchdown, I gave one last thrust with my hot pepper cock into Jenny bringing our pelvic bones together. The cheers of the Packer fans almost droned out our pepper induced orgasmic yelps. The sensation of the oils stayed with us for hours keeping us horny well into the next morning.

Discipline is what we have learned while we have gotten older. In college we burned a lot of food, ruined a lot of pots and pans and damn near burned down an apartment complex all while fucking covered in food in the bedroom. We have learned that we have all day to do this. We can boil in our passion along with the soup. We have learned the art of the all day fuck. Discipline, knowing that as Jenny cuts the buttons off my shirt, the soup is on, the lamb was just put back in to the oven reasoned, and we still have a cake to bake. discipline, knowing no matter how freaky Jenny gets with the fresh rosemary (as the buttons from my shirt hit the floor) there’s still a lot more fucking to do.

We usually opt for a nap sometime in the afternoon, sleeping off the wine that we consume after the knives are more or less put away. We try to stay in bed no longer than an hour. The smells coming from the kitchen fueling us , reminding us of the task still at hand. We usually decide on desert in bed. We have learned to keep dessert light. We learned that a few years ago. While it is fun to eat double mocha chocolate cheesecake off of each other, it’s much like that adage about not going into the pool right after you have eaten, you’re going to cramp up and drown. We have learned that if you eat a heavy dessert and have at it on the dining room table you are going to cramp up and bring things to an anti-climatic ending. We like to use whipping cream in our desserts. That’s Jenny’s perfect confection. She likes to experiment with different flavors in the whipping cream. Our favorite is Kiwi, it makes the cream tangy and you can’t beat the green color.

In the early days we liked to get all dressed up in our best clothing. But the dry cleaning bills became formidable. We then tried casual, but that seemed a little silly under candle light. Now we just dine naked. We like to set the table as formal according to the Boston School of Cooking definition of formal. We do like to keep a few pairs of chopsticks around. We’ve found that they are the best for picking up specific items and delicately depositing them in your partners mouth. But nothing beats eating with your fingers. Our Nagouchi Coffee Table is our preferred dining table. Purchased specifically for our “food fucks”, it’s low enough we can lounge around it and the glass top gives us clear view of each other as we dine in the nude. Once dinner is pulled from the oven we throw some pillows around the table, dim the lights, turn the heat up and strip.

Dinner is always a gastronomic extravaganza but every once in a while we sleep to long and we have to call for take-out, however, that has become very rare. Never have we finished all of the food we prepare, there are always leftovers for a few days, but somehow we always leave room for dessert which is shared while we give each other massages. We still haven’t gotten over our habit of breaking things, but we usually expect some casualties.

Shoving the remains from our dessert onto the floor I reach my hands into the bowl of strawberries, take out a handful and press it into Jenny’s naked body running it up from her hips ending by sticking my fingers into her mouth. Which is quickly followed by my tongue. Filling my hands with the blueberry puree I coat the insides of my wife’s thighs with the cool fragrant mixture. Laying back onto the coffee table Jenny wraps a leg around my waist and pulls me tight between her thighs, covering me in puree also. With her hand full of whipping cream Jenny begins to gently stroke my penis as I cover her body with cut up strawberries.

I begin to pluck the strawberries off her stomach and replace them with little nibbles. Spreading Jenny’s legs I begin to lick the blueberry puree from her thighs and move closer to the strawberry that Jenny is holding in her vaginas for me. I gently run my tongue along the outside of her vagina and flick my tongue at the strawberry. Running her hands through my hair, Jenny tells me, “I’m gonna have to try harder than that”. Repositioning myself as Jenny puts her legs over my shoulders I lick her from her anus up to where she is holding the strawberry and push it in a little deeper. I gently swirl my tongue over her clit

Moving Jenny to a medium boil with my tongue I reach down and pluck the strawberry out of her with my teeth and smash it letting the juice and chocolate spill everywhere. Feeling the urgency Jenny reaches down with a hand coated in whipping cream to guide me into her. Pushing into her, I fall forward and give her a very wet chocolate-strawberry flavored kiss as the juice runs down my chin. Jenny holds me tight as our bodies rock in unison atop our table.

Clean up is always left until the next day, Jenny likes to survey the damage and have little memories of our sex smorgasbord as we clean up and attack the mound of dishes in the sink. We have come a long way sense our Hershey’s syrup days and asparagus dipping dictators in books but Jenny and I still manage to bring each other to new orgasmic heights with just the most basic of ingredients.

Crumpling the material into his palm and placing it in his pocket, he was aware of the warm dampness against his skin, evoking memories of other moments when he had been in contact with the most intimate of her lingerie. To know that his mere presence could still excite her was quite gratifying.

They had not seen each other for over a year. Circumstances had conspired to end their affair. His work, his home life, her domestic difficulties. And, suddenly, there she was at the same function.

But only for a moment because, by the time he had recovered himself, she had left his group and disappeared into the crowd of people chatting and schmoozing all around him. Normally he hated these military vs civilian ‘pressing-the-flesh’ events but this one had just become much more interesting.

He brushed his hand across his face and was instantly aware of the musky smell of her arousal that had imprinted itself from the fabric onto his fingers.

He had to find her.

Stopping only momentarily to make smalltalk with each familiar group, he made a circuit of the room, with no sign of her. So he went out into the corridor to avail himself of the facilities. She was coming out of the Ladies Room when he finally spotted her. High heels clicking against the marble floor, hips swaying as she meandered nonchalantly away from him, seemingly unaware of his presence.

Checking his surroundings to ensure there was no one else around, he marched purposefully after her. At the sound of his pursuing footsteps, she paused for a moment and looked over her shoulder. Registering his intent, he heard her audibly catch her breath and try to move away but nowhere near quick enough. Grasping her by the wrist, he dragged her through the nearest door.

The disabled toilet. Hardly the most salubrious meeting place but coherent thought was beyond him. It was a room with a door and a lock and he had to have her.

His hand moved up to her throat, forcing her back into the room and locking the door with the other. Pushing her until she jammed against the support frame around the lavatory, he grasped her hands in one of his and held them above her head before his mouth swooped down to possess hers. Dexterously, he managed to remove the damp thong from his pocket and manipulate her hands until he was able to secure them to the frame with a distinctly un-sailor-like knot.

Then he stood back to survey her. She was far too clothed for his liking and he set about unbuttoning the fastenings at the front of her shirt dress. He would have liked to just rip it open but he had a care for her reputation and was careful to allow her to retain her modesty when she came to leave at the end of the encounter.

As the dress fell open, he had no such compunction about destroying her bra. Ripping at the lace until her breasts were exposed, but allowing her to keep the supporting frame underneath. Naked, but for the wires, her black lace stockings and some impossibly high stilettos, she reclined against the bars and waited.

He watched her as he carefully removed his uniform jacket and hung it from the hook on the back of the door. Loosened his tie and hooked it on top of the jacket. Slowly unbuttoned his starched shirt, before adding it to the accumulating pile against the door. He slipped off his footwear, slid down his trousers and boxers and folded them into a neat pile before turning to face her in complete Full Monty mode.

Standing in just his skin, the tattoo on his arm confirming that the Navy was his first and only mistress, topped by his uniform hat, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, glorying in the soft sigh of pleasure that instantly emanated from her lips.

Looking down, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his shoulders leaving only the soft felt of his khaki hat exposed. The strong leg muscles pulling his mouth tighter against her drenched pussy; his tongue penetrating her to its fullest extent as his nose tickled her clit.

Eating her hungrily for he was starved. It had been too long. He couldn’t remember all the sane reasons that had persuaded him to stay away. He no longer cared. There was only the knowledge that he had to know that she had missed him too. There was no time to fuck her properly but he had to hear the word. His manhood demanded it.

So he attended to the job in hand, licking and sucking, tickling and tracing. Lips, tongue and fingers in, out and over until her legs clenched painfully around his head and his face was soaked with her. Her breath in frantic gasping gulps above him as her body tensed and she exhaled ‘Chiieeeefff’ in one low long moan.

He moved away, adjusted his hat and looked at her. Spent and slumped against the frame. The juice of her satisfaction dribbling down her thighs. His hand grasped his erection and began to pull at it. Within seconds, the semen spurted out in shuddering squirts onto her breasts and belly as he trembled uncontrollably with the ferocity of the explosion.

She smiled up at him as he began to rearrange her clothing. Carefully rebuttoning the frock over the sticky mess beneath and then attending to regaining his own uniform.

He kissed her then. Gently and tenderly as he reached up to release her wrists and chafe the blood back into her hands.

Replacing the thong in his pocket, he lifted his cap in salute, turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

He wondered how he could ever have imagined that this was over.

A melodic hum of Mozart escaped from the office of Dr. Kathy Grey. The furnishings were antiquish; yet bold in an unobtrusive manner, much like the doctor herself. She took the time her secretary had gone to lunch to sit back and get some work done to the soft music. The interior of her office was much like that of any psychiatrist. It had the definitive leather couch, large oak desk and tremendous view.

Kathy sat in her comfortable leather chair with her hand brushing back her soft, blonde hair in a gentle manner. Her long elegant neck was just showing above her high collar blouse. Without the use of cosmetics, she still embodied an elegant European beauty of high cheekbones and mesmerizing eyes. She stopped stroking her soft brown hair and fondled a locket she always wore. It was a simple piece of Indian design.

She checked her watch and smirked because there was just enough time for a walk down to the vending machines where she would take care of her craving for some chocolate. Sometimes she analyzed this need for something sweet, but now she decided that she deserved it. Her inner voice told her, “Just a little chocolate would do you good.”

She stood up swiftly and her long silk skirt twirled around her long legs. She neatly pulled her hair back and pinned it. Kathy set out for the vending machines with a bounce in her elegant, sensuous step.

By the time she had made it back to the office, she devoured the chocolate. She wondered guiltily what Freud would say. With a grin, she entered to see a patient reading a Wall Street Journal and noticed a familiar face with an overwhelming presence.

He nodded affirmatively in a businesslike pose as he folded the newspaper, buttoned his Sport coat, set the newspaper down and followed her into her office gracefully. She gestured for him to sit in a seat, as she sat down at her desk consulting her appointment book.

“Mr. Anderson, I presume?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what can I help you with Mr. Anderson?”

“Please Dr. Grey, call me Scott,” he said without hesitation. His eyes never unglued their mesmerizing hold on Kathy.

“All right, Scott, what is it that you would like to discuss?”

“My sex life.”

“What about it is troubling you, Scott?” She fondled her locket thoughtfully as she waited for him to answer.

“Well,” He said hesitating in order to gather his thoughts. “I seem to be uninterested.”

“And how is that Scott?”

“This is quite hard to talk about. Of course, it’s not that hard and that’s the problem.”

“Please go on, tell me about it, Scott.” she said reassuringly with a slight glint of a friendly smile and a hand on his.

“It all started a couple of months after we got married,” He said.

Kathy nodded her head and breathed a few; uh huh’s, I sees and the ever popular all right. She kept eye contact, which was a crucial part of her therapy. A patient always seemed to respond to the warmth of her smile, her gentle nature, and glinting eyes.

“So, you see, it’s like useless for me to even imagine having sex in the normal way.”

“I think I understand, but what do you think is normal?”

“Well, man on top…you know, the missionary style.”

“Please feel free to use whatever terms you are used to using, Scott. We are both mature adults.”

“Fucking.” He stated defensively.

“I am sorry?” She licked her lips noticing the bulging crotch of his expensive looking trousers.

Almost as if talking about the weather he stated, “Normal is fucking a woman.”

“What do you usually…fuck?” She asked stunned by the news he might be talking about something else.

“Well, I…” He stammered.

Toying coyly with her necklace she asked with curiosity, “Well, yes?”

“I read stories.” He mumbled.

A small charge of electricity ran up her spine as she asked, “What kind of stories?”

“Erotic stories.” He said getting bolder.

“Sex stories?” She said raising an eyebrow. She brushed her hair out of her face in a flirtatious manner. Her breathing started to become ragged with anticipation. “Somehow, erotic hang-ups were so much more fun to talk about than schizophrenia or paranoia.” She thought.

“Yes?”

The thought of a handsome well groomed fellow like Scott sitting at his office desk wanking himself created an erotic image in her mind. Her taste in erotica centered on reading explicit fantasies, stories or poetry. She often thought about her male counterparts masturbating to pictures of naked women instead of using their mind’s to read in order to arouse themselves.

“From an adult publication?” She asked.

“No, from the Internet.” He confided.

“The internet?” She asked unsure if she should let on her to her own fascination with a certain sites. Ever since she had gotten on online with her new computer, she had found various explicit sites to be quite helpful.

“Yes, the internet. Anonymous authors post erotic stories there. Some of them are extremely well written.”

“I see.” Her hand had absent-mindedly fallen to play with the top button of her blouse. All of a sudden, she wondered if he had read some of the same stories she liked to read: “What are these stories about?”

“Oh, there are many different kinds of stories there.”

“What kind do you like to read?”

“Hmm, I like to read about men dominating women, and seductions of young wives, topic such as that.” He said.

Kathy’s heart skipped a beat. Those were her type of stories too. She liked to fantasize about being seduced and dominated by an intelligent, handsome man. She wondered if he read any of the really good authors who post. There were so many but she liked. Of course, she always wanted to thank that wonderful reviewer who found many stories she would never have thought to read. She liked science-fiction stories also. Actually, there are several authors who make Supergirl, Batgirl and Wonder Woman comic book friends do the most amazing things. “Perhaps, that is what he meant” She thought.

“Is that all you read? I mean seduction and domination fantasies?”

“Oh, no, I definitely love all the stories, even the non-explicit ones. Even something like Batman since the movie came out?”

“I see,” she said. “But, how does this stop you from fucking?”

“Well, I just can’t get aroused unless I hear a modem.”

“I am sorry?”

“I mean my dick, er I mean penis, doesn’t get hard unless I hear a modem start.”

“I see, so you’re audibly stimulated by a modem?”

“Yes, I can’t help it. The thought of all those arousing stories out there. I simply have to read them all and by the time I’m done. I find myself exhausted.”

“How does this affect your sex life?”

“What do you mean how does it affect my sex life? I can’t tell my wife to dial my modem every time I wanna screw can I? She would think I’m crazy.”

“It seems to me, that you find the stories on the Internet much more stimulating than your wife?”

“Well, no that’s only part of it.”

“I see.”

“So if you were walking down the street and a woman came up to you naked?”

“I wouldn’t be aroused.”

“I see.”

“Well, have you ever heard about foreplay?”

“Well, of course, I have.” He frowned getting defensive again.

“I am sorry,” she said noticing his frown. “What I meant is have you ever thought of including your wife in your reading? Perhaps, she would find it stimulating too.”

“Oh my, she would never go for that. Women don’t like reading stuff like that.”

Kathy’s eyes flared up in distaste at the silly statement and said, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, it’s only that I never really thought women get into that kind of thing.”

“What about that lady reviewer, and other female authors who post? Not to mention all the women readers who enjoy the newsgroup too. I know for a fact…” She realized her blunder. He had not even mentioned any authors or reviewers. Her secret was out. She looked around the office as if searching for a way to escape from the bewildered stare of her patient; Kathy suddenly found relief in the knowledge her secret was finally out.

“You mean….”

“Yes, of course, I read them.”

“I would have never guessed that you would ever…”

“Why not? I like fantasy as much as any other person, male or female.”

“I mean you don’t seem the type.”

“Oh? And what exactly is the type that reads those stories?” she asked. She crossed her arms and created a superior posture. “Sometimes men are so blind.” She thought.

He just sat there in bewilderment. A whole new world of knowledge seeped into his brain. He finally started to understand where she was heading.

“You think…I should ask my wife to join me? But won’t that make my problem worse.”

“Frankly, I suggest you and your wife first have a little heart to heart. The poor woman must be so frustrated. Then, I think you should have her join you in your sessions. Act out a story, a reasonably safe story please. Soon, just read the stories with her and afterwards both of you should take it to your bedroom. Leave the computer for just foreplay.”

“I am not sure what you mean.”

“What aren’t you sure about?”

“How will I get my wife to actually take me seriously? She will surely laugh in my face.”

“Now, how do you know that? Perhaps your wife will be thrilled to explore your fantasies with you. Communication is the key. I mention communication because I am sure I read a story recently about a wife performing oral sex on a writer while he wrote a story. Even a certain reviewer has mentioned how the stories have become part of her own foreplay with her husband. Do you see where I am heading with this?”

“I should have my wife blow me while I read them?”

“Well, that is one of many possibilities.” She licked her lips.

“Thank you, it is all so clear to me now. The stories aren’t the problem; it’s how I release the tension. My poor wife. You’re right of course. She is very frustrated. I will definitely fix that and soon!”

“Remember the key to a lasting relationship is communication. I think we have made a lot of progress. Perhaps, you should bring your wife next session. I also do marriage counseling.”

“Is our time up?”

“Yes, it is and thank you for coming Mr. Anderson.”

Kathy sat at her desk thinking about what had just transpired. A smirk of pride escaped from her professional face as he closed the door behind him. “It’s just too bad I couldn’t have given him a lesson on foreplay” she thought as she flicked the power on her laptop. The hiss of the modem broke the silence in the room. She relaxed awhile and read the latest gems.

“Hmm, a new story by my favorite author! I LOVE his stories.” She said licking her lips.

As she focused on the growing fire of pleasure, her hips started bucking instinctively dragging her clit up and down his abdomen. The force of her strokes threw him off balance. He stumbled around for a second before backing up against the sink for support; her rhythm never broken. As she drew near the edge, she pulled herself close to him and let a deep moan escape her lips.

“Shhh!” he whispered in her ear, “This is a library.”

Opening her eyes with a start, she looked in the mirror in front of her half surprised at the sight before her. There she was impaled upon this man, her skirt hiked up around her waste, her legs wrapped around his body. She glanced at the reflection of the old toilet in the corner, the paint peeling off the graffiti covered walls, and suddenly could not believe she was doing this….

She had seen the signs on the kiosks for years–”Campus crusade, come, join the club”–but never really paid attention except for wondering how anyone in college could be dumb enough to add that second comma.

This had all changed a week earlier. She was working in the library when she walked by a secluded study room. Something caught her eye through the window of the study room. In a picture on the wall of the study room, she could see the clear reflection of her friend from last semester’s English class. She started to walk in to say hi but quickly stopped as she watched her friend hike her skirt up. She was not wearing any panties!

“What was going on?” she thought to herself. She watched as her friend slid her index and middle fingers up her thigh and plunged them into herself. She then held them out before her. A man stepped forward into the reflection to accept her offering. She quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, turned away from him, and backed onto his cock.

As she watched her friend ground against this guy, she knew she should turn away and get back to work, but she just couldn’t seem to move. An intense warmth and wetness was building in her own pussy as she watched this guy’s cock drive into her friend. Her white ass slammed against the dark, hairy abdomen of her lover. She reached down to part her lips and the man quickly reached around and rubbed her clit and she started to come. She had closed her eyes and imagined that it was her swollen nub being rubbed.

Her eyes popped open as the door opened. “Oh, Hi!” her friend said. She managed a raspy “Hi” in return as she tried to regain her composure. Her friend introduced the man, and then he left the women to catch up. They went into the study room and closed the door so they could talk. The small room smelled strongly of sex, making it even harder for her to concentrate on talking to her friend.

“Well, aren’t you going to ask?” her friend said.

“Ask what?” she replied trying to act ignorant of what she saw. “Oh, come on,” her friend said, “You were rubbing yourself when we walked out. You watched us didn’t you?”

“Well, yes.” she sheepishly replied.

“I don’t mind, you’re a friend. There really is a good explanation though; we wouldn’t normally do that here. You see, we’re trying to join this club called Campus Crusade,” her friend said.

“Campus Crusade!? I thought they’d prefer if you didn’t do it anywhere. Aren’t they just a bunch of Bible toting fundamentalist?”

“Oh no, no. That’s just a front to fool the administration. Its really a group of adventuresome couples who have sex all over campus–bathrooms, study rooms, library desks, elevators, offices, anywhere really.

“Wow!” she said enthusiastically revealing a little more interest than she intended.

“We’re meeting tomorrow. You’re welcome to come.”

She didn’t get much work done the rest of the day. Even after sating her desire in the bathroom at lunch, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d seen or the visions she was dreaming up.

At the meeting the next day she learned the basic rules: you had to take a Polaroid of the act for proof and posterity; and you had to have sex in five different places to complete your first crusade to become a member.

She planned the first stop on her campus crusade for a few days later. When the day arrived, her excitement was overwhelming. On her friend’s advice, she wore a short, sexy skirt and no panties. She had scheduled to meet her boyfriend at a restaurant for lunch with the plan of calling him just before to suggest he meet her at the library. The thought of her plans and the air on her uncovered, shaven lips kept a small fire burning between her legs the entire morning.

When lunch approached, she called him to say she was running late and was finishing up some work in the library. He agreed to meet her where she said she was working. She sat at a desk in the near empty library where he wouldn’t see her and began stroking herself in anticipation and preparation of their meeting.

By the time he arrived, her sex was covered in her wetness and aching to be filled. She snuck up behind him, pressed her body against his, kissed the back of his neck, and placed her wet fingers in front of his nose knowing exactly what this would do to him. His manhood immediately engorged with blood and strained against his shorts. Straining in pain and bewildered by her actions, he ducked into the bathroom to relieve the binds.

As he unzipped his zipper to relieve the pain of his straining cock, the door opened and she stepped in. She grabbed his throbbing cock unable to get her hand around its breadth. With her other hand she lifted her skirt to reveal her aching pussy. Before her lover even knew what was going on, she jumped into his arms impaling herself on his cock. She immediately began pumping as fast as she could up and down his entire length. He stepped toward the window to brace himself against her thrust…

…In the mirror in front of her, she watched her body convulse with pleasure around his as waves of her orgasm shot through her. Set off by her orgasm, his body tensed up and she felt his cock surge inside of her.

As she sat on his body, legs around his waist, she smiled at herself in the mirror. She knew neither of them would ever forget this. She pulled the Polaroid from her purse and clicked a picture of them in the mirror.

“Was that a flash?” he asked.

She smiled. “I didn’t see anything. You must not me getting enough blood to your head.”

“But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best laid schemes of mice an’ men
Gang aft agley”
Burns

Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and turn away. “8:40″ glowed in red on the night stand.

“Shit,” she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white sheet slipped off her bare boobs. “That fucker. He knew I was supposed to meet Karen at eight thirty.” Tracy pulled herself up and turned to sit on the edge of the small bed. She stretched, her arms reaching up until she fell back onto the bed. Twisting her waist, she remembered the night before, the hard mechanical fuck Alan had delivered only to fall asleep atop her, leaving her unsatisfied and stuck spending the night on his thin lumpy mattress. Picking herself up, she scratched her stiff pussy curls. Tracy licked a finger and smiled as she gently rubbed her excitable clit.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured. “I’m done with this place.”

Stepping carefully across Alan’s cluttered floor, Tracy made her way to the bedroom door. Pulling on the knob, she took a step into the hall when the thud in the room beyond made her pause and then realizing she was naked, Tracy retreated back into the bedroom. “Brian’s here,” she thought. Tracy looked around at the piles of dirty laundry for her clothes, but remembered that Alan had pulled them off her when they were on the sofa in the other room.

“Jerry,” a young man’s voice spoke. Tracy squeezed her bare breast without thinking. “Yeah, how things going?”

“Yeah, all right, I guess. I mean, you know. No, it’s just over. It’s better, I guess. At least she called it off before we …. Yeah. No, I guess it’s for the best.”

Tracy held the bedroom door open, just a crack, listening attentively to the phone conversation. She had always wondered what really happened with Brian and Elaine. Alan had just shrugged his broad shoulders when she pried for details. “I dunno,” he’d said. “She dumped him.” Tracy shook her head. Sometimes she thought Alan didn’t understand anything.

“The reason I called is to ask if you still have that cabin? Do you think maybe I could crash there for a …. That would be great. Are you sure? I could pay …. Yeah, that’s no problem. I wish. No, some alone is what I need. No, I really haven’t met anyone, I mean, this whole thing with Elaine has …. I know, but it will take some time. A year, I guess. I know. No, I’m really not hung up …. Really, there is someone I would bring, but …. that’s the reason I want to get away for a while.”

Tracy tickled her curls, fascinated, smiling uncontrollably as she eavesdropped.

“That’s the whole thing. I can’t. No, I mean I can’t. She’s taken. I know, but this would be messy. Too close. She’s a knockout. I mean, really gorgeous. Actually, I’ve known her for a long time, but she’s …. I really like her, and if I don’t get away, it’ll be trouble. Yeah. Remember what happened to Tim and Rick? Exactly. The thing is, I like her and I have to see her with him all the time. Not only that, but she practically lives here on the weekends. Yeah.”

Tracy’s heart suddenly shuddered as a jolt of electricity coursed her veins.

“She’s so casual. Oh, yeah. Mostly naked, anyway. She’s driving me fucking crazy. Panties and t-shirts. Oh, yeah. Real sweet boobs, and half the time I’m trying to steal peeks. I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose, but I don’t want . . . . No, he doesn’t know.”

“Last night, let me tell you, I’ve got to get out of here. I came home early and crashed for a while. I woke up when the door slammed shut and I’d been asleep for a while, so I had to piss. I take three steps into the hallway when I hear them in the front room. There’s this mirror by the front hallway. I look into it and Alan is stripping off her clothes. Hell, I couldn’t help but watch. You should have seen the nipples on these boobs. Just perfect. Then she’s bending over as he pulls her panties down. What an ass! I was going nuts. Beautiful little pussy, dripping wet. Delicious. I took a few steps closer, and watched Tracy suck his cock. She’s so pretty. I’m falling for her and she’s doing my oaf roommate and I can’t stand it.”

Tracy’s fingers moved rythmically between her moist pussy lips, remembering the sex with Alan, and imagining Brian standing in the shadows watching.

“Oh, yeah. I thought about stepping in, but Alan is such a dumb fuck. I knew he’d lose his cool at the idea. I watched until they moved into the bedroom. Then I laid in bed, listening to her moan. I didn’t sleep for hours. The music kept echoing in my head. She was just on the other side of the wall, and she couldn’t have been further away.”

The excitement welled inside Tracy and she bit her lip as the moans, real moans this time, softly escaped her.

“Anyway, I’ve got to get away before something serious happens. No, I don’t want this to go any further. A few weeks will let things cool down, I’ll get some work done and maybe I’ll figure out … I appreciate it, Jerry. I’ll stop by and get the key. All right, after eleven. Great. I’ll see you then.”

The phone fell into the cradle, and Tracy listened, her heart pounding as Brian’s footsteps drew him closer. Impulsively, she let the door swing wide open. As the young man approached, he found Tracy leaning against the frame, one hand squeezing a tight nipple as the other teased her swollen cunt lips.

“Oh, my,” said Brian.

“Hey, Brian,” said Tracy, her voice sultry with lack of breath. “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah, well, not….”

“Can I come with you?” Tracy stepped forward to kiss him.

“I, well, I guess. I didn’t plan….”

Tracy lost herself in his loving kiss. “Plans change,” she whispered.

“Plans change.”

In the kitchen, I find fresh fruit, some honey and eggs; a good start for a delicate fruit omelet. As I prepare the different items, I spoon up a couple of small bowls of honey and vanilla yogurt, as you may let me do little body painting after we eat.

You are still asleep as I enter the bedroom, breakfast tray in hand. Perfect- you are on your side with your face leaning in your pillow and top arm barely drooping over the bed edge. Setting the tray aside, I carefully lean over, lift your hair off of your shoulder and start slowly kissing you on the back of your neck; a small kiss at first, then a nibble, then another kiss. Once I saw a little movement, I would continue kissing and nibbling across your shoulders, then down your slender back, to your tail bone.

Continuing down the back of your thigh, behind your knee, down your calf to your ankle; down lower, kissing a foot – ever so gently, as not to make it feel too ticklish; then to your toes.

I kiss each toe with the tip of my lips then carefully taunt them with my tongue; I pick one to suck on, until you offer a subtle moan.

I move to the other foot, and reverse the order, sucking on a toe, taunting the rest with my tongue, kissing your foot, then ankle; Slowly moving north, over the calf, back of the knee, your thigh.

Then I…

…continue kissing to the base of your back, then up softly, a kiss, the swirl from my tongue; a kiss, then a swirl… repeated until I reached your soft and warm neck. A nibble, then a bite – soft, but solid to let you know how I want you; then slowly around the side of your neck; a kiss, then a nibble…

I place a hand on your shoulder, pulling up slightly, leading you to roll on your side, then your back…

Continuing with a kiss, then a nibble on your neck, up near your earlobe, I softly grab your lobe with my teeth and pull, release, then a kiss…moving down your soft neck, Under your jaw, my nose sweeps your skin, feeling your movements and your jaw tension…

Nuzzling your jaw line until I reach your chin, then a kiss, and another…moving down…

Down to your shoulder line…then moving back and forth, to one shoulder, then to the other…kissing, nibbling softly…

To the middle…then down farther, kissing and nibbling until I reach your cleavage…

You have begun to get hot…I smell the sweet scent on your skin…your lips start to curl and you bite your lips…your body begins to softly tremble with each kiss…

Slowly I move to one side, my nose touching your skin like a feather..farther to the left…my nose touching-seducing your beautiful breast…until I crest your aureola…

Swirling my nose, I feel your aureola begin to tighten, and as I circle in, it gets even harder… finally I feel you can hardly stand it, I kiss the tip of your nipple…once, then again…then a nibble…

You moan as my teeth taste it…your back begins to arch as if to push your breast into my mouth…

I have to be fair, so I move to your right breast…slowly…

You begin to moan as if you lost something, but when I reach your other nipple, and touch it with my tongue, it hardens real fast and you raise your back even farther, to press your breast into my face…

You put your hands around my head, pulling me closer…I give in for a moment, and suck your hard nipple for but a moment…

Then I push back my head, pull your hands back…

First the left, I pull it down and tuck it behind your back…then the other hand, trapping them both behind your body…

Moving down, I start to swirl my nose in your skin, then a soft kiss, then a nibble..to the center of your chest, down to your tummy…a kiss, a nibble, a nuzzle with my nose…

I want you hot…I want to feel your skin tremble…I want to smell your sweet scent…

Farther down I continue… until… I reach your warms soft mound…

Moving side to side, I cover your mound with my nose…then repeat with kissing…

Starting at the top of your now really hot mound, I begin to nibble…back and forth…back and forth…

Your body begins to tremble even more…I can sense when your skin begins to ripple with goose bumps…

As you seem to heighten with pleasure, I repeat this pattern once more, with my tongue… swirling and flicking the tip on your skin…moving down…farther…flicking and swirling…farther…

Farther until i reach the top of your beautiful sweet folds…your treasure…

Flicking my tongue, I swirl around your labia majora…softly I tongue…and your sweet scent…filling my senses…driving my passion to fulfill you even more…you really begin to move – you try to raise your hips, wanting even more, you subtly push your hot wet mound towards me, as if you were begging me to let my tongue explore more….

Your breathing is getting deeper, and heavier with anticipation…I can feel the it in your skin…

My tongue flickers more – around your outer lips…as they begin to swell…around in a circle I move…flicking…moving…then I move outward, and as I do, I push your legs apart slowly…then flick some more, in the soft skin between your lips and leg…I feel the heat, and your sweat…and your scent is driving into more wild passion…

Following the curves, I move down even lower…then back to the center…flicking, I reach your perineum….

I stop flicking and press my tongue on it. I press harder, then back off…pressing again, then back off…

With my hands, I reach up and spread your outer lips slightly, and start flicking again…first on the left, moving up, flicking and tonguing in between your labia – the outer fold, then the inner fold…

Then to the right side, flicking the labia…inner fold, outer fold…

I keep moving up, and reach the top – the hood of your clit – I continue to flick, then swirl my tongue around….

I feel your clit starting to swell, fill up and harden…

I then begin to nibble…nibble your lips…first the outer, then the inner…nibble, nibble….

Finally after reaching full circle, I thrust my tongue up against your swollen clit…I thrust and push… then release the pressure…

Then start to swirl my tongue around, circling your engorged clit, then flicking, and tonguing…then finally surrounding your clit with my lips…slowly sucking as if to help the blood fill it even more…sucking, the flicking….

You are moaning with pleasure, your body is trembling- it is receiving wave after wave of pleasure…goose bumps come and go in waves with each breath you take…

Your sweet scent is getting even stronger…you are hot and wet… you are becoming hotter and wetter then you have been in a long time…and your scent is driving more of my passion to please you…

Finally you pull your hands from behind yourself and reach for my head…

You pull me off your mound and up – your body…I follow, kissing and tonguing on the way…

Pulling me up until our faces meet, and you embrace in a deep kiss….

My eyes tell you I am not through…I reach down with my hands, and spread your leg even farther apart and forward…pushing myself up, bringing my thighs to meet yours, they push your legs up even farther, until your knees are in the air…

Kissing you again I then push back my head, watching your eyes…

My eyes are telling you that I want to give you even more pleasure…

I look straight at you as I pull up my body, pushing your legs up a little farther….then with one solid swift moment, I insert my very swollen hard shaft in you- pressing firm and solid, in your hot wetness….watching your eyes with mine- watching you begin to explode in pleasure…

I pull back till I am almost out, then press in again; this time a little deeper…I want you to feel my shaft inside…

Pulling out again, all the way, then slowly inserting, first my tip, then my head – skin to skin, I want to see in your eyes and I push in, inch by inch…until I am fully entered and my pubic bone touches yours….

Again I repeat this, moving a little faster…

I continue to thrust, as our bodies join in the same motion…faster and faster your body is taunting me…and thrusting faster…

You’re beginning to tremble even more, as you feel my sack slap your inner thighs and perineum…

I feel your hips pushing up with my rhythm, begging me to thrust and push…

Your movements cause my blood to pump faster, and you feel my shard shaft pulse with the rhythm as I thrust in, and fill with more blood, and get harder and deeper, pressing and pounding…and my pubic bone pushes and presses against your engorged clit, pressing and pushing and pounding until our bodies begin to quiver together…and the rhythm continues…continuing until we both reach our peak…together…as we quiver, and our bodies flush with pleasure and goose bumps…

For what seems to be eternity, we try to hold that feeling as long as we can, until we both must take a deep breath…then another…then another….

As we begin to relax and calm down, we pull each other closer together, sweat and the sweet scent of making love…we look at each other, then kiss…

While we embrace the moment, your eyes gaze upon the breakfast tray. You ask what the extra side dishes are for- I whisper softly in your ear “for dessert”.

‘You have been recommended by a close, but anonymous, personal acquaintance to receive this invitation to attend a very exclusive private party. The occasion cannot be discussed at this time. . .except to assure you that any concern or reservation you may have about the legitimacy of this greeting is unwarranted. This is no gimmick or advertisement.

Similarly, any and all expectations you might have about the evening will surely be exceeded. In many respects, this invitation represents the most intimate of opportunities for you as husband and wife.

The party will be held the First Day of May at 8:00 p.m. sharp. Dress is semiformal. Due to the exclusive nature of this invitation, your immediate attention is critical. Please RSVP to the phone number below at your earliest convenience. You will be given additional details at that time. I look forward to the pleasure of your company.

Regards, Your Host’

How mysterious, Beth thought. She turned the card over again a few times trying to find any clues about its origin, but there was nothing. Finally she sighed and put the invitation aside with the intention of discussing it with her husband when he arrived home from work.

Bob and Beth West enjoyed a typical, upper middle-class lifestyle in the suburbs. Both in their thirties, the couple was attractive and outgoing. Beth enjoyed her role as full-time homemaker and mother of two beautiful daughters. Bob’s career as an investment advisor was just starting to take off. And while the family was not wealthy yet, they were certainly very comfortable in their handsome, upscale home in a quiet neighborhood with many families of similar background.

The Wests were friendly and fairly social; but since the girls came along, Bob and Beth remained at home with their kids more often than not — only occasionally going out with a small circle of friends. . .or a rare husband and wife date. In fact, life had settled into a sort of vanilla-flavored routine without much variation. It’s not something that Beth or Bob really noticed or even minded. But, every once-in-a-while, both entertained secret fleeting thoughts that perhaps it would be nice to spice things up a little.

Even in the bedroom the relationship was normal and satisfactory for the married couple. They made love regularly — usually on the weekends — and they both shared devotion and affection for each other. There had never been any major problems or obstacles in the marriage, so there had never been any reason for either to consider infidelity. Still, if you were to ask Bob and Beth to be honest and direct, both would admit that something was missing in their lives — something that neither of them could really identify or explain.

“I have no clue what this is about,” Bob said as he looked over the invitation that evening. “Probably some sales or real estate trap. . .or maybe one of those Amway things. But, no postmark or return address, huh? That’s strange.”

“I know. . .” Beth agreed. “It was in the mailbox with the other mail, though. You think somebody hand-delivered it?”

“Probably. . .I dunno. What do you think? Guess it wouldn’t hurt to at least call and find out what the deal is. I’d like to find out who sent it.”

Beth had been thinking about the card on and off all day. The possibility that the invitation was legitimate had certainly crossed her mind; and, quite honestly, the idea was exciting. It had been ages since they’d attended a real party. An elegant, “exclusive” gathering they could dress up for might be just what the doctor ordered. “Sure, might as well see what it’s about. . .” she finally said.

Bob dialed the number and a deep male voice immediately answered, “Yes. . .?”

“This is Bob West. . .I received an invitation in my mailbox for a party, and. . .”

“Yes, of course Mr. West,” the voice cut him off. “Thank you for your quick response. We sincerely hope you and your wife do not have any conflicts that evening. May I confirm your attendance?”

“Hold up!” Bob shot back, slightly annoyed. “I have a few questions. What is all this about? Who are you and how did you get my name? You should know up front that we are not interested in any sales pitches or time-share opportunities. . .”

“I assure you, Mr. West, that the festivities have absolutely nothing to do with sales or marketing. In fact, nothing will be required of you other than your presence. The pleasure of your company is all that is expected. This is a very exclusive party that you and your wife have been specifically recommended for and invited to attend. You should feel privileged. I’m confident you will thoroughly enjoy the evening.”

“Who are you and who recommended us?”

“I’m afraid that information is confidential, to protect the valued privacy of our guests. I can only say that it is someone you trust.”

“I don’t like surprises. . .” Bob said sharply. “This all sounds a little strange.”

“I understand your trepidation, Mr. West. Please understand that you have nothing to be concerned about. This will be a most enjoyable evening for both or you. . .perhaps the most unique and entertaining experience you will ever have. Now, may I confirm your reservation?”

“Hang on a sec. . .” Bob placed his hand over the mouthpiece and looked over at his wife who had been listening carefully to his side of the conversation. “He says it’s all legit and that we’ll have a great time. But he won’t say who he is or why we were picked to go. I dunno. . .what do you think?”

“Sounds kind of creepy. . .but also sort of intriguing, you know? I guess we could always leave if it’s bogus,” Beth said thoughtfully. “What do we have to lose?”

Bob considered it for a moment, then uncovered the phone. “Yeah, OK, we’ll RSVP. But this better not be a put on. When is it again?”

“May the First at 8 p.m. And may I congratulate you both on your decision. Drinks and dinner will be served, followed by entertainment. Please be prompt. As the invitation suggests, the dress is semiformal. Do you have something to take down the location?”

“Yeah. . .hang on. OK, go ahead.”

“The address is 1591 Peacock Way. Are you familiar with the area?”

Bob immediately recognized a very affluent section of their community. He did have several acquaintances and clients who lived there. “All right, I know where that is.”

“Good. When you arrive, you will be asked for a password. This is simply to insure privacy and to prevent admittance to any uninvited guests. The password is ‘Royal’. Please do not share the information — the password or the address — with anyone. Is this completely understood and agreeable to you?”

“Yes. . .I think so,” Bob answered — a million thoughts swirling in his head. He was still suspicious.

“Fine,” said the voice. “You will be pleased you attended. You and your wife will have a wonderful experience. Again, we look forward to the pleasure of your company. Good evening.” The line went dead.

Bob and Beth discussed the strange events for a long time. Bob was still fairly convinced that the whole thing was some kind of scam. While Beth shared her husband’s hesitancy, she also allowed herself to privately think about the excitement of a lavish night out. It sounded fun and exotic, and she was already making plans to shop for a new outfit.

Everyday life took over and the couple all but forgot about the party. Beth did manage to schedule a babysitter and slip out one day to buy a slinky cocktail dress and a few accessories. When the day finally arrived, the young housewife splurged on a full make over at an upscale spa and salon. She emerged feeling refreshed and pretty — her hair and makeup were styled to perfection and she felt exhilarated about the evening to come.

Bob had been doing some half-hearted investigation about the party, trying to discover anything about who had sent the invitation or which of their friends had recommended them. But he was drawing a blank; nobody knew about it, and finally he resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to find out what was going on when he got there.

Later that evening, Beth stood in front of a full-length mirror getting ready. She had picked up some new under things at Victoria’s Secret — a black satin thong-panty and bra set — which she admired on her petite, trim body. Beth was indeed a beauty: 5′4″ with raven-colored hair cut in a cute page-boy style with soft curls turned under at the ends to frame her pretty face. Tonight her hair was swept up behind her ears to her favorite antique comb clip, then cascading down in a fall past her slender neck to her shoulders. Her eyes were smoldering green and fiery. At 34, Beth kept herself in fantastic shape with lots of exercise and a sensible diet. She had fresh, soft features that made her face look much younger than her years — almost girlish; yet her figure was alluring and womanly with high, firm breasts that strained against the encasement of the shiny bra. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her naturally olive skin glowed with an almost perpetual tan.

Bob came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn’t help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired his wife’s gorgeous features as she dressed — gazing at the twin globes of her taut, round bottom just as she slid her tiny black dress down and over her hips. The dress was tastefully short and showed off her silky-smooth legs with no need for pantyhose. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled seductively. “You like?”

“Yeah. . .something new?”

“Oh. . .just some old rag I found,” she giggled. “Not too expensive.”

“Right. . .” he snickered, knowing very well his wife’s expensive taste. “Well, you’d look fabulous in Goodwill stuff.”

“Sir. . .flattery will get you everywhere!” she laughed as she completed her outfit with a short little sequined black jacket.

After giving the babysitter some final instructions, Bob and Beth headed out to find the address. Soon they were winding through the lush landscaping and manicured lawns of the city’s most exclusive area. The gates and walls got higher and the impressive homes got bigger the farther they traveled up Peacock Way. Finally they found 1591. The sun was setting as they turned through a magnificent iron gate onto a long paved driveway. Slowly they passed the immense grounds of the estate with giant trees, football- field-sized lawns, and almost every kind of flowers, hedges, and shrubbery imaginable.

At the end of the driveway was a truly astonishing house that almost looked like a hotel. The architecture was superb. Outdoor spotlights were already casting a soft glow to the giant structure, and a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway that served as the entrance. A large fountain was positioned directly in front of the house, and there was a circular gravel drive around the fountain forming the parking area. Several expensive cars were already positioned there and a uniformed parking valet waited for Bob and Beth to stop in front of him. “I’ve seen better. . .” Bob joked, but the couple couldn’t help being impressed by the residence.

After giving the keys to the courteous attendant, Bob and his wife made their way up the long walkway to the gigantic front door. Before they could knock, the door swung open and a handsome young man wearing what looked to like a butler’s uniform greeted them with a pleasant smile. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs.’W', may I have the password please?”

Beth and Bob were shocked that this stranger seemed to know them. . .at least by their initial. Bob stared straight into the man’s deep blue eyes as if to size him up for a moment. “Royal,” he finally said firmly.

“Very good. . .thank you. Please follow me.” The man led them into the house and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The Wests followed close behind — gazing at the many fine and expensive furnishings and decor of the mansion. At last they came to a large room that was obviously the library. Each of the walls were stacked from the floor to the high ceiling with a myriad of books neatly arranged in tall oak shelves. Spread throughout the center of the room were groupings of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for lounging and reading. It was quite a comfortable and inviting room.

Several couples were already mingling and chatting softly. A small staff of waiters served cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Bob immediately scanned the gathering to see if he recognized anyone. All of the guests looked very similar in age; they all seemed to be in their mid-thirties, married, attractive, and well-off. There were three or four couples. . .then Bob suddenly spotted someone he knew; it was Dan — a stockbroker friend he often played racquetball with. Dan saw him too and waved with a smile.

But before Bob and Beth could move over to their friend, the butler was in front of them again holding two jewelry boxes. “A gift from your host. Please put these on and wear them throughout the evening. It is like an identification badge. One of the house rules asks guests not to refer to each other by their given names, but instead to use only initials. . .for privacy. I trust you will respect this simple request.”

Again something strange and mysterious. Bob and Beth glanced at each other questioningly as they opened the boxes. Inside were golden medallions engraved with the initials of their first names: ‘B’. The finely-crafted disks were attached to satin ribbons to hang around the neck. Bob’s ribbon was purple and Beth’s was pink. They put the pendants on and made their way toward Dan, or ‘D’ as his medallion identified him.

“Welcome, welcome!” he exclaimed, smiling broadly. “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” D gave both of them a warm hug. “You remember my wife, ‘M’. . .”

The couples exchanged greetings and hugs. “What’s this all about?” Bob finally asked. “Who’s house is this?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you, buddy. . .” D said, “But you and your wife are in for one helluva great time tonight. You don’t have any idea how hard it is to even be considered for one of these things. I had to pull some serious strings.”

“Thanks, I guess. But damn. . .I have so many questions. Who are these people? Bob asked, still confused. “And why is everybody so protective of their privacy? I mean, this only using people’s initials thing is a little bizarre.”

“Trust me,” D chuckled. “All your questions will be answered soon. In the meantime, just relax and enjoy yourselves. Get to know the other guests. Amazing place, huh? You have to admit this is probably not what you were expecting.”

“We didn’t know what to expect. . .” Beth piped up. “But I certainly agree with you. This place is amazing.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet! Enjoy yourselves. . .we’ll keep an eye out for you.” D grinned and his wife winked at Bob as the couple moved off to visit with some of the other guests.

Bob watched them go, secretly enjoying the way Dan’s wife looked in her shiny gold dress. Truth be known, Bob had always considered Mandy to be a “looker”; she was taller than Beth, probably 5-7, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be teasing him whenever they spoke. M had a fantastic figure with big, full breasts and a shapely ass that undulated seductively in her tight gown as she moved away. Bob watched her go until Beth noticed where he was gazing and punched him playfully on the shoulder.

There were only two other couples in the room. Soon Bob and Beth met and visited briefly with both. ‘S’ was a big, ruggedly- handsome man who looked like a former football player. Rock- solid from head to toe, he shook Bob’s hand firmly then surprised Beth by taking her small hand in his huge paw and kissing it lightly. His hazel eyes stared deep into hers as he smiled warmly. Beth liked his friendly, relaxed manner instantly and couldn’t help fixing her gaze on him as he introduced his wife, ‘T’, a lovely, tall redhead. Bob and T chatted for a few minutes, while S turned his attention back to Beth.

“So, this is your first time here, huh? I’m so glad you came,” S said smoothly; everything about him seemed to smile at Beth. She liked the way the soft tan-lines around his eyes wrinkled slightly when he laughed. There was a slight touch of grey at the sides of his full head of sandy-colored hair, but it just made him look that much more distinguished and attractive, Beth thought. He really was a good looking man.

“Yes, we are still kind of trying to figure out how we got here,” she answered. “It’s all kind of mysterious, isn’t it? Do you know the hosts?”

S laughed with delight. “I’m not sure any of us really know each other very well. We’ve been to one or two of these parties, but, like you said . . . it’s all rather mysterious. That’s what makes it all so exciting. Don’t you agree?”

“I suppose, yes, I guess it is kind of exciting. I’m looking forward to finding out what else will happen,” Beth admitted.

“So am I. . .” said S softly, gazing at her again in a way that almost made her knees weak.

The other couple was ‘J’ and ‘V’, a black husband and wife. Like the others at the party they looked like they were in their thirties and very attractive — almost exotic looking. Bob and Beth soon discovered that it was this couple’s first time here too — and they were as mystified as the West’s. J, the husband, was also very solidly built and fairly tall — perhaps 6′5″. Bob thought he must be a former athlete as well. J’s wife, V, was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She wore a beautiful multi-colored dress made from a gauzy material that almost looked like scarves tied together; it accentuated her generous curves extremely well, and she caught the eye of every man in the room as she moved gracefully about.

After about 30 minutes — when the couples had a chance to introduce themselves and sample some of the excellent champagne and appetizers — a man Beth and Bob had not seen before stepped quietly into the library. He was large, muscular, completely bald, and he was wearing a uniform similar to the butler who had met them at the door. The man moved to the middle of the small group and rang a little bell to get their attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, may I offer you warmest greetings and appreciation for attending the party. My name is Mr. Kensington. I have been asked to represent the owner of the estate who sends his deepest regret that he is not able to join you personally tonight. But I have been instructed to extend to you, his dear guests, every courtesy and to provide for your every need while you are with us. Some of you are here for the first time. To you in particular we extend our warmest greetings and sincere wish that you will enjoy a most memorable evening.

In a few moments dinner will be served in the dining room next door. Afterwards, some very special entertainment has been arranged for you in the ballroom. Prior to that, however, I will have some additional information and instructions to share with you. As you enjoy dinner, please remember to respect the request to use only the initials on your medallions as you visit with and refer to one another. Thank you for your cooperation. And now, ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served. . .”

They were ushered into a spacious and ornate dining room where the large table was already set with the first course of a feast that included a vast array of delicious and incredible dishes served by an attentive and courteous staff. The group was seated by their initials at reserved places that separated spouses from each other in order to allow the couples to mix more freely and continue to become acquainted. Beth and Bob were almost at opposite ends of the massive table, but they caught each other’s eye occasionally and silently acknowledged that the food and the company were completely enjoyable. Beth was secretly thrilled that she had been seated next to ‘S’; the handsome broad-shouldered man chatted and laughed with her throughout the meal — making her feel almost as giddy as a schoolgirl.

As they were finishing a delicious dessert, Mr. Kensington appeared at the head of the table and rang his bell again. “I trust that you have enjoyed your meal. Has everything been satisfactory?” Everyone around the table glanced at each other smiling and nodding with approval; the meal was indeed excellent.

“Fine. . .” Kensington continued, “Now, as I mentioned earlier, I have some additional instructions to share with you before we present the evening’s entertainment. Those of you who are first- time guests will want to pay particular attention. You will be escorted into the ballroom where you will be seated together as husband and wife couples. When the entertainment begins, you will kindly stay in your assigned seats until the chime sounds. Ladies, when you hear the chime, please move to the next seating area to your left. . .then continue to move to your left to the next area each time the chime sounds. Gentlemen, please remain seated where you are throughout the performance.

For our new guests, the purpose of this rotating method of seating is to encourage you to become better acquainted with one another. Hopefully you have all had the chance to become familiar enough to enjoy the company of whomever you happen to be seated with.

You will likely find the entertainment stimulating. Feel free to react naturally to what you will see and hear. However, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, please do not hesitate to excuse yourself and leave the room. We would also ask that you respect unconditionally the wishes or the concerns of the other guests. No one shall be required to participate in anything against their will. Is this clearly understood?”

Again the couples looked around at each other and nodded, but this time not quite so enthusiastically. Bob and Beth glanced nervously at each other, as did ‘J’ and ‘V’. They all had similar thoughts about the strange nature of these instructions — especially the idea of “stimulating” entertainment and the possibility that someone may be “uncomfortable” with what was going to happen. All this, coupled with the protected identity of the guests and the mystery surrounding their absent host, made this all seem very surreal. But the other couples who had been there before seemed comfortable with what was happening, so the two “new” couples shrugged and nodded slightly in agreement.

“Very good,” Kensington smiled with satisfaction. “Now, if you will follow me to the ballroom.”

They made their way down the hallway they had entered through and came to a large set of double doors that opened into a modest-sized room that really looked nothing like a ballroom. The room was furnished and decorated splendidly, like the rest of the mansion, but instead of the expected wooden dance floor there was thick, luxurious wall-to-wall carpet. Soft music was playing from unseen speakers somewhere, and an amazing assortment of candles flickered everywhere — providing the only light and casting interesting shadows on every surface.

In the center of the room was a circular platform or stage — perhaps two-feet high and ten-feet across — surrounded floor to ceiling by a closed black velvet curtain. The couples were seated with their mates in four comfortable black-leather love seats positioned closely around the stage in exact North, South, East, and West points facing the curtain.

When everyone was seated, Kensington stepped back to the doorway and rang his bell one more time. “Ladies and gentlemen, please remember the instructions I gave to you earlier. And now, honored guests, we present for your enjoyment. . .The Newlyweds.”

As Kensington stepped back through the doors and closed them behind him, the volume of the pleasant classical music increased and the curtain began to rise. Spotlights rigged above the stage faded up and brightly revealed a king-size bed. As the curtain continued to move upward they saw a pair of shiny black shoes — then tuxedo trousers — and finally a young man seated in a chair by the bed. When the curtain stopped rising the group could also see a lovely young woman seated with her legs curled under her on the bed; she was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress and veil.

The newlywed couple was young — perhaps 19 or 20 — and they were radiant. He was extremely fit and handsome with dazzling blue eyes, stylish blonde hair, tan complexion, and an eager, confident smile. Each of the women in the room felt immediately attracted to him.

The bride was just as fresh and alluring. Her long dark hair hung almost to her waist and it contrasted vividly with the brightness of her gown. She reached up and pulled the veil back over her head to reveal the face of an angel — bright eyes flashing with excitement; full, pouting red lips framing perfect teeth; high cheek bones and cute little dimples flushed with excitement. She gazed longingly at her new husband as her generous, swelling breasts rose and fell noticeably within the confines of her lacy bodice.

As the party guests watched with fascination, the young girl moved gracefully off the bed and stood before the groom. Slowly she began to move her hips back and forth to the music as she took off the veil completely and tossed it on the bed. Then she removed her long white gloves slowly, one at a time, to start what was the beginning of an obvious strip tease. While she continued to sway her shapely hips, she reached back and grasped the zipper of her dress; unhooking it, she turned her back to her new husband and teasingly drew it down.

The young man slumped down in his chair slightly — still grinning from ear to ear. A noticeable bulge was growing in the front of his pants; again something none of the women in the room failed to notice. He watched in a happy daze as the pretty bride continued to dance and strip.

Soon the top of her dress was down around her slender waist revealing the sexy white lingerie underneath. With a giggle, she pushed the dress the rest of the way down and stepped out of it along with several layers of petticoat slips. Now the lovely young girl was dressed only in a shiny white camisole — showing off her enticing cleavage, high-cut satin panties with the dark triangle shadow of her trim bush clearly visible beneath, and a matching lace garter holding up her sleek white stockings.

Still dancing seductively, the bride kicked off her shoes and moved closer to the young man. While he watched her every move, she slowly sank to her knees between his now wide-spread legs. Smiling up at him, she reached out with her dainty hand and ran it up along his thigh until she brushed against the now straining erection in his pants. Everyone in the room held their breath as she traced the outline of his impressive manhood with her fingers — gripping and milking it lightly. A soft groan escaped the back of his throat.

Beth sat watching as if hypnotized. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the provocative scene right in front of her. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. Of course she and Bob both had seen to some pretty steamy soft core movies on cable TV, but certainly nothing that compared to the raw emotion of watching two people being intimate with each other in front of a live audience.

Beth didn’t know how to react. Her conservative religious upbringing should make her feel guilty and offended by what she was watching, but she knew that wasn’t the case. She held her husband’s hand tightly — squeezing it in involuntary response to each exciting tingle that shot through her aroused body. Yes, that was it. . .more than anything else, Beth realized she was highly aroused by what she was seeing. She was already beginning to feel damp between her legs, and she crossed and uncrossed her soft thighs — pressing them together in a reflexive effort to intensify the electrifying pleasure she was feeling.

Bob was having a hard time too — literally.His cock was trying to break free from the confines of his underwear and trousers. With all of the suspicions he had about this party, he certainly hadn’t expected anything like this. He sensed his wife fidgeting next to him as he watched the beautiful young bride on stage slowly unzipping the groom’s fly. Both Bob and Beth shuddered when the girl reached into the opening and withdrew the young man’s naked, throbbing penis. It was a huge fleshy column in her tiny fist. The purple helmet-shaped head seemed to be swollen and glistening in the intense lights.

Slowly the bride began to pump up and down on his shaft. The young man groaned in appreciation — throwing his head back and closing his eyes. A contented smile played across his lips. In response, the girl leaned forward and lightly kissed the slick, bulbous head of his engorged cock. Her bright red lipstick left a slight smudge on his meat as she leaned back and licked her lips as if sampling the taste of him. Then, suddenly, the young woman smiled wickedly and plunged down to engulf his solid shaft with her warm, wet mouth. Almost immediately, she began bobbing her head up and down with youthful abandon — as if she couldn’t wait to make him explode.

It was almost more than Beth could stand. Her nerve endings were already raw and overheated. She could feel her nipples swelling and scraping against the fabric of her bra, and she kept squeezing her thighs together in an effort to quench the burning sensations between her legs. She watched the girl’s loose dark hair flying free as her head bounced up and down on the young man’s lap.

Without thinking, Beth reached her hand over to grasp her husband’s thick, muscular thigh.Bob reacted by placing his hand over hers and urging it to move upward until she felt his pulsing tool in his tented pants. Beth wrapped her fingers around the steel-hard shaft through the cloth and began to rub him urgently. Bob returned the favor by placing his arm around his wife’s shoulder and reaching down to cup one of her quivering breasts through her dress. He had no trouble finding the hard point of her sensitive nipple poking out from the fabric. He scraped his fingernail over the turgid nub causing Beth to gasp and arch her back.

On stage the newlyweds were continuing their intense foreplay.The bride had succeeded in opening the man’s pants completely and had pulled them down his hips slightly while she continued to devour his huge pole with her sweet mouth. His rod was slick and shiny with her saliva, and she looked like she was starving for the taste of his meat.

Meanwhile, he had untied the ribbons that held her camisole together at the top. Pushing the satiny material aside, he reached in and helped her creamy breasts spill out into his big hands. She moaned with muffled delight around his cock as he began to massage and knead her soft, jiggling flesh. His thumbs soon found her small pink nipples and he teased them without mercy — rolling and pulling the sensitive tips between his fingers until she almost squealed.

Bob and Beth continued to paw at each other — getting bolder and more impassioned with each passing moment. They had almost forgotten about the other guests until a chime suddenly sounded in the room. Beth immediately felt panic in the pit of her stomach. Remembering the instructions to move to the next love seat to her left, she couldn’t imagine sitting with someone she hardly knew in this condition. “Oh Bob. . .” she whispered, “what should we do?”

Bob was having similar thoughts. The “entertainment” had seduced and carried them both away almost to the point of no return. What was expected now. . .for them to calmly continue to watch this wildly carnal display without acting upon the incredible urges they were feeling? Or was that the idea — to build the couples to a fever pitch of sexual need that would turn the party into a wild orgy. He’d heard about things like this before, but Bob never expected he and his wife to ever be involved. Like Beth, he was confused and overwhelmed. . .that is until he saw ‘T’ standing expectantly in front of him.

“I believe this is where I’m supposed to be now. . .” The tall redhead looked excited and flushed.

Bob glanced back at Beth and immediately had wild visions of his wife with another man. He’d never considered it before and he didn’t necessarily like the idea, but everything was happening so quickly and his throbbing cock suddenly made the decision for him. “It’s OK, Honey. . .” he heard himself say. “We better do what the man said.”

Beth looked bewildered and a little frightened as she slowly rose to her feet and watched T slide quickly into her seat. Somewhere behind her on the stage she heard moans and deep sighs as she awkwardly moved over to the next seating area where she found their friend, Dan, smiling and relaxed as he watched her approach.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked with a strange smile.

As Beth nervously took her seat she looked back at the couple on the stage. The bride was now laying on the bed — the pretty satin camisole had been completely removed and her perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with bright pink points, bounced slightly as she shifted and settled. The young groom was gazing down at her — still grinning with pure lust — as he quickly removed his tuxedo and other attire. The young woman licked her lips as she hungrily watched his large erection bob and wave between his muscular thighs.

“This is pretty damn hot, isn’t it?” Beth heard ‘D’ whisper beside her. She had intentionally avoided sitting too close to him, but she felt him shifting next to her as they both stared at the stage. “Have you ever seen somebody do it right in front of you like this?” D asked.

Beth cleared her throat and whispered back without looking at him, “N…no, never. . .I never imagined. . .”

After he had removed his clothing, the attractive groom on stage placed one knee on the bed and reached out to effortlessly pull the scantily clad bride closer to him. Taking his time to tease the girl and his audience, he slowly unhooked and removed her garter and then peeled each of her white stockings down and off her shapely legs. The dark- haired beauty smiled and cooed with pleasure as he hooked his fingers in her skimpy lace panties and began to pull them off. She lifted her hips slightly to assist him and soon she was completely nude and spread wantonly on the bed.

Beth’s heart was pounding inside her chest and she was having trouble catching her breath. She watched the young man lift the girl’s delicate foot and then — starting at her ankle — he began to kiss and lick his way up her leg until he reached her tender inner thigh. . .just inches away from her soft, wet opening. Beth could feel her own warm juices soaking her tiny panties, and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs — causing the hem of her short black dress to ride up higher and higher.

Seated next to the increasingly impassioned housewife, Dan Sullivan, or ‘D’, was no longer watching the performance on stage. He knew he had limited time before the chime sounded again and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity. This is what he had been waiting for — the reason he had made careful arrangements to have Bob and Beth West invited to the party. For quite some time Dan had secretly dreamed of seducing his friend Bob’s innocent and comely wife. Now was the time to make his move.

At the same time a few feet away, Beth’s husband, Bob, was getting his own lessons in the art of seduction. ‘T’, the statuesque and tantalizing redhead, wasted little time in cuddling up against her attractive new friend. As they sat together watching the newlywed couple pleasure each other, Bob felt another man’s wife softly breathing into his ear as she whispered, “Oh, this makes me feel so naughty. . .would you mind if I played. . .just a little?”

Bob jerked suddenly as he felt her hand grasp his and place it on her warm, soft thigh. She purred softly and spread her legs slightly — pushing his hand higher until it slid under her dress. Instinctively Bob massaged her smooth tender flesh with his fingers. As he moved his hand higher, he could feel the warmth building and she parted her thighs wider to give him better access. Soon his middle fingertip brushed against the downy softness of her pubic hair and then the puffy flesh of her vaginal lips. She was not wearing panties. T moaned quietly next to him — encouraging him to continue probing.

Somewhere in his foggy brain Bob had a fleeting thought that what he was doing was wrong. But before he could process the idea any further, the lovely redhead unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp his throbbing manhood. The touch of her cool skin on his burning shaft caused him to groan and thrust his hips forward. All thoughts of turning back quickly vanished.

Beth stared trance-like at the erotic sight before her. The young groom on the stage now had the bride’s legs spread wide and bent at the knee. Tossing her thick mane of hair from side to side, she panted and groaned as her lover lapped and swirled his tongue into the tight slit of her vagina while her hips pumped rhythmically against his hungry mouth.

Dan had moved closer to Beth and gazed down at the lovely sight of her naked thighs squeezing together tightly and then relaxing repeatedly. Her dress had ridden up high enough that he could almost see the hidden juncture between her legs, but she was wringing her hands together in her lap preventing the dress from rising any higher. Watching her swelling breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, he slowly reached his arm around her shoulder in a careful, casual manner so he wouldn’t frighten or alarm her.

When she did not object to his advance, Dan lightly placed his hand on her knee — again watching her closely for any resistance. But Beth was dizzy and almost drunk with desire. She heard the wet slurping sounds and the constant moans from the couple on the stage and she couldn’t help imagining — no, wishing — that she was the one on the bed tangled in the naked, passionate act with the handsome young groom. She vaguely felt a hand touching and slowly sliding up her leg, but it didn’t register in her lust-filled brain until she felt the hem of her dress being tentatively pushed aside.

Beth instinctively looked down to see a man’s hand lightly stroking her exposed skin. Then, with wide, glazed- over eyes, she dreamily looked up and tried to focus on his face smiling back at her. “Let me help you. . .” she heard him say. Dan shifted even closer to her small frame and reached down to gently take her hands and move them off her lap. While they both watched his movements, he carefully took hold of the bottom of her short dress and gradually lifted the fabric up and folded it back onto her stomach — completely revealing her wispy black panties.

Dan took a deep breath. She was more captivating than he had imagined. The scant fabric did little to hide her feminine charms, and he knew he must have her. . .if not entirely now, then certainly before the night was over.

On the other couch Bob leaned back and planted his hands on the cushion to brace himself. He watched the two young lovers on stage trying to send each other over the edge in a frenzied sixty-nine position; but between his outstretched legs, a gorgeous woman he hardly knew knelt in front of him greedily deep-throating his aching cock. Her technique was fantastic as she swirled and stabbed her tongue around the sensitive head each time she lifted her lovely head with the flaming red hair.

Bob was in heaven until he remembered Beth. Whipping around to look to his left, his eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open when he saw what was happening. There was his conservative little wife with her dress bunched around her waist and her legs spread wide. Hovering over her was the large form of his friend, Dan, who had his hand buried in her panties — obviously fingering her furiously. Beth stared straight ahead with unblinking eyes as her pretty mouth gasped for breath. Even several yards away, her husband could hear her pant and whimper helplessly.

At first Bob was angry at the sight of his wife so openly engaged in sexual acts with another man. But soon he realized that he had no cause for resentment. After all, he had encouraged her to move to the next chair, and here he was doing the same thing with someone else’s wife. No, there was nothing he could do about it now.

Electric shocks jolted through Beth’s small body as the man above her continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. He had been so smooth in his conquest. Before she even realized what was happening, Dan had first traced the lips of her opening through the scant piece of silk between her legs — then he moved his hand up and slipped it down inside. Fireworks went off in her head when his fingertip went straight for her erect little clitoris which he teased and stroked until she cried out in pleasure. Then he moved his big fingers lower and found her steamy, wet opening.

Dan reached under and silently urged her to raise her tight, round buttocks so he could remove her panties completely. Cool air rushed over her inflamed sex as she leaned back again and waited breathlessly for the thrill of his touch. But it would not happen now. . .The chime sounded again.

Somewhere deep in her clouded mind, Beth realized she had been signaled to move to a new location in this surreal version of musical chairs. The man beside her reluctantly removed his hands from her naked skin and helped her rise unsteadily to her feet. “We’ll finish this later,” he breathed in her ear while he helped straighten her dress; then he gently directed her toward the next couch.

On stage the newlywed couple continued their heated act of passion. The dark-haired bride was straddling the virile groom. She arched her back and churned her plump buttocks wildly, plunging herself up and down with frantic need on his thick, shiny pole sliding deep inside her with each thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their love cries and the soft methodic slapping of flesh meeting flesh.

Beth shakily groped her way through the dim light until she saw a dark figure looming. `J’ sat watching her approach with bright, narrow eyes like a big cat waiting for its prey. Even slumped in the chair the tall professional athlete was an imposing figure, and the startled housewife stopped short with a shudder. His jacket and shirt were open and parted wide, revealing sleek, lean-cut skin and muscle. But what stopped her was the sight of the long, thick ebony column rising from his open pants and laying hard against his flat stomach. She had never seen a black man like this before. As she gazed at the huge phallus poised and throbbing slightly in front of her, the strong arousal she had felt moments earlier was quickly turning to apprehension.

Sensing her hesitancy, J reached his hand out to her. With a calm, low voice he said, “Come, sit with me . . .don’t be frightened. Let me please you.” Tentatively she allowed him to take her delicate hand and guide her to sit next to him, but she couldn’t pull her eyes from the coiled steel monster between his legs.

Directly across, on the other side of the platform, Bob was also having his first interracial experience. J’s wife, `V’, took her place next to Beth’s husband. He smiled at her nervously and noticed that she seemed breathless and slightly agitated. Remembering that she was new to all this too, Bob wondered if she and her husband might be having the same crazy mix of emotions that he was feeling. Observing that her gauzy dress and her ornately-styled hair were slightly disheveled, he inquired discreetly, “Are you all right?”

She looked him in the eye for the first time and smiled weakly, “Yes . . .I think so. But, Oh my! I certainly didn’t expect anything like this.

“Neither did we . . .” he agreed, relieved to know that they shared some common ground. “It’s all pretty bizarre, isn’t it? But at the same time, I don’t know when I’ve ever been so turned on.” He almost wished he hadn’t said that, but she smiled back at him warmly and he couldn’t help being drawn in by her exotic beauty. Laughing softly, she whispered, “So am I . . .”

She was also starting to appreciate the pleasing nature and appealing features of this man she was now seated with. His soft eyes and easy smile, together with the strong jaw and handsome build helped fuel the fire that had been kindled by the show on stage, then fanned to smoldering intensity by the suave former football player at her last seat.Recalling how his hands danced over the tingling softness of her large breasts and jutting nipples, she boldly leaned forward and kissed this new man softly . . .allowing her tongue to instantly melt together with his.

Bob groaned in response and his hand instinctively reached out to cup one of her soft globes swaying freely beneath the colorful scarf-like material of her dress.Easily brushing the fabric aside, his palm came into contact with the warm, moist skin of her heavy breast and he felt a large, rubbery nipple slip between his fingers.

“Mmmm . . .Baby, yes!” V broke the kiss and moaned. She began to kiss and nibble his neck and ear while her hand looked for and easily found his swollen meat still peeking out from his open fly. A sharp jolt went down his spine when she scraped his shaft gently with her long fingernails; then, wrapping her smooth fingers around him completely, she pumped her fist up and down languidly.

Meanwhile, V’s husband, J, was using all of his willpower to keep from moving too quickly with Beth. The tasty little white woman was obviously nervous being with him, but he could also tell that her fuse had been lit and she only needed some artful persuasion to give herself over to his powerful male allure and to her own need. He knew she was fascinated with his erect cock towering right next to her; although she pretended to watch intently what the couple was doing on stage, he could see her looking at him from the corner of her eye. He finally leaned over and whispered, “You’ve never seen one this big before, have you?”

“Never . . .” came the almost choked reply. Realizing she could no longer avoid him, she tentatively turned and gazed directly at his massive tool. “I had no idea that a man could be that large . . .” Her voice sounded almost like a little girl’s to him. She looked like a little girl next to his giant frame.

“It’s OK,” he told her softly. “Go ahead, touch it . . .I know you want to. I want to feel you touch me too.”

She did want to touch him . . . desperately. She had to know what the smooth black skin felt like in her hand. She was drawn to it like a magnet; so hard and thick with rigid veins everywhere and the deep purple helmet looking fierce and menacing. Yes, she had to touch it she thought. She cautiously reached out and lightly ran her fingertips over the velvety smoothness of it, feeling the ridges and the swollen tissue; it was so warm, almost hot to the touch, and it jumped and twitched slightly in her hand.

“Damn . . .” he moaned. “You’re touch feels like a feather on my cock.” She smiled shyly and grew bolder with his encouragement. Grasping him more firmly, she tried to encircle his entire girth, but her tiny fingers could not completely close around him. As she started to rub and milk him slowly, he decided it was time to get in the game too.

Hovering over her, he reached a long arm out and gently pulled her closer. While she continued to play with her new toy, he reached around and took hold of her small jacket, silently encouraging her to let him remove it. Beth stopped stroking him long enough to let the big man pull the garment past her shoulders and then slip it over her arms and off.

With her jacket gone, J had a better view of that creamy cleavage he had been admiring since he saw her. Although she was a petite woman, he could tell she had amazing breasts. He wasted no time in brushing his large hand up her side, lightly feeling the ridges of her rib cage, until he found the plump firmness of her tit flesh straining against the confines of her dress and flimsy bra. Her sensitive nipples were erect and poking through the fabric and he could easily feel the hard little point scraping against the smooth skin of his palm as he cupped and kneaded her.

Beth closed her eyes and let a little moan escape her throat. Sharp, hot electric sensations shot through her chest and down into her loins as he teased her breasts. While she continued to stroke and pull at his throbbing meat with one hand, the other reached for and found his huge dark testicles bouncing gently below. She lightly massaged and squeezed him there, feeling the heat of his molten seed churning deep inside.

J found the zipper at the back of her black evening dress and felt it glide down easily with a slight tug. He caressed the silky-soft skin of her exposed back and slid lower until he grazed the strap of her bra; with practiced skill, he unhooked it with a flick of his wrist and she felt the release of pressure against her swollen mounds. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she helped him lower the top of the dress until it dropped down almost completely – snagging briefly on her hardened nipples. They both looked down as he reached out and pulled on the fabric. With tantalizing patience, he first uncovered her puffy pink areolas . . .then the twin points of her turgid buttons aching for attention.

Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she quickly pulled her arms through the sleeves and allowed the dress to fall to her waist while she reached up and pulled his head down to her breasts. Not needing a further invitation, J slid off the love seat and kneeled in front of the overheated young woman. As she lay back and gasped, he took handfuls of her milky white flesh and rubbed his rough thumbs over her burning nipples. Beth threw her head back and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as she thrust her chest toward him. She parted her thighs slightly to allow him access to her body, and he leaned forward and took advantage, lowering his mouth and flicking her inflamed little rosebuds with his long tongue.

“Ohhhh…uhhhh! Yes . . .right there!” She panted. Her hand dropped automatically to find and grasp his rigid tool again. In direct response to the maddening sensations he was giving her with his mouth, she frantically rubbed his straining cock. The more he licked and sucked at her sweet breasts, the faster she pumped her tiny fist, making him grunt and shudder.

But he had to taste more, so he moved lower and kissed his way down to the top of her fallen dress. Tossing the bra aside, he scooted back on his haunches, reluctantly causing her to loose her grip on him. She whimpered slightly, but he reached down and firmly tugged at the rumpled dress until it slid down her torso and past her stomach . . . nearly to the secret juncture between her legs, but her grinding hips stopped his progress. Continuing his teasing game, he leaned down again and kissed the smooth, heaving surface of her belly until he could feel little wisps of hair tickling the tip of his nose. He was close enough that he could smell the musky scent of her flowing nectar.

Almost delirious with desire, Beth’s hips began to hump up and off the couch. This was what J had been waiting for. The next time she lifted up with a jerky spasm, he quickly hooked the dress and slid it down and off her slim hips – then he leaned back and pulled it the rest of the way down her writhing legs and off. Now she was naked and splayed out before his hungry eyes. He couldn’t believe how enticing she was – her hard, firm body looked almost virginal – with flawless caramel-colored skin glowing with sexual heat. Gazing lower, there was her flowering sex, obviously moist and framed by a slight tuft of neatly trimmed dark hair.

No longer able to contain himself, he pressed her tender thighs apart and lowered his greedy mouth to her steamy opening. Beth’s eyes flew open when she felt him taste her there. She fought to momentarily regain her senses. “No . . . Please, don’t do that!” she begged. Beth always considered oral sex dirty and perverse. Her husband tried to get her to do it when they first explored each other sexually, but she convinced him that she was not interested. After a time he simply gave up and she was relieved.

But this was not her husband; it was a tall black man she did not know, and he did not want to hear her reasoning or argument. J knew he had this remarkable beauty on the verge of ecstasy, and he was not going to turn back now.Parting her slick outer lips with his fingers, he speared his tongue with skilled accuracy at the center of her most sensitive spot and he began to flick and lap at her relentlessly.

“Oh, God.. Unnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Beth cried out helplessly. Her small body bucked and jerked out of control while the big man held her tight against his mouth with his strong hands. Her legs flew out wide – kicking and flailing until they at last got hooked up around his broad shoulders. Immediately she felt the first shuddering waves of climax building; she knew she was lost and gave up to it.

The groom was huffing and sweating as he took the bride from behind. Her head was lowered and her long, dark tresses flipped back and forth each time he pounded into her. But Bob couldn’t care less about what was happening on the stage. He was laying on his back, nude, with the loveliest black woman he had ever seen kneeling over him, sensuously dragging her slippery vaginal lips over and back against his aching-hard penis. She smiled down at him wickedly, fully aware that her sweet torture was driving him mad with lust. Her pendulous breasts swayed and brushed against his chest with each movement. “You want me, don’t you?” she teased.

Unable to stand it any longer, he grunted and thrust his hips up and forward, hitting the mark on the first attempt. The mushroom-shaped head of his manhood easily slid inside her well-lubricated tunnel; the warm, moist walls instantly gripped and squeezed against his sensitive glans. Above him, V moaned out her pleasure and pushed back, seeking eagerly to complete the joining. First rising up, then sinking back against him, she could feel his thick rod gliding up and in. . . farther with each downward shift until their pubic areas ground together.

This was V’s first experience with another man since her marriage too, and she was surprised at how quickly she’d been carried away by the illicit urges she felt. Her husband was a great lover, but now all she could think of was this strange man’s cock buried to the hilt in her twitching vagina. She needed friction and release, so she leaned back and balanced her hands on his chest to steady herself. She began to rock up and down on him, picking up speed gradually and reveling in the delicious feelings spreading like liquid fire through her feverish body.

Bob met her thrusts and pushed back. His cock felt like it was coated in warm butter. He vaguely heard her gasp and pant above him each time he stabbed up into her. Grasping her flexing thighs for leverage, he slammed his hips up to meet each of her quickening down-strokes. He raised his knees and planted his feet, lifting both of their bodies high off the leather cushion each time they crashed together. Soon he could feel the familiar boiling sensation rising up from somewhere deep within, signaling his impending eruption.

Wanting her to explode with him, he reached between them and found her rigid clitoris. Wetting his fingers with her juices, he started to rub against her in a way that matched their furious rhythm. “Come with me!” he hissed. . .urging her to go off. “I’m almost there . . .”

“Uhgh…..yes…..yes….I can feel it!!!!! she grimaced between hard strokes. “Oh, baby . . .yeah…..I’m coming! You’re making me come!!!!!”

The white-hot seed rocketed through his shaft and sprayed out in forceful spurts, but she could not feel the warmth of it spreading inside her. V was too far lost in the throes of her own climax to notice. Great shudders of pleasure racked her body and she held her breath for fear that the next convulsion between her legs might cause her to black out. Neither of them had ever experienced anything before with such raw animal intensity.

Beth was recovering from her own mind-shattering orgasm and climbing rapidly toward another when the chime sounded again. ‘J’ was still lapping hungrily between her wide-spread legs, hoping to beat the clock and plant his giant member in the willing little housewife, but he knew he had run out of time now.

All modesty gone, Beth allowed him to help her up and stood naked except for her high heeled shoes and her medallion. Something in her woozy brain triggered and she remembered who was waiting at her next stop, causing a tremble of anticipation. She wordlessly thanked the gentle black man she had been with by reaching down and softly running her hand along his impressive length one last time. Then, taking her rumpled dress and dragging it behind her, she moved off to the rendezvous she had been secretly looking forward to.

‘S’ stood waiting for her. He too had shed his clothing and she nearly swooned when she took in the sight of him. Everything about the huge man was appealing to her — his warm smile first, then the incredible eyes that seemed to pierce right into her heart. Built like a granite statue, his massive shoulders, arms, and chest tapered down to a flat, hard stomach ripped with solid muscle. And there was his cock, erect and perfectly shaped. Not freakishly big, but large enough to satisfy any woman; it stood up proud against the chiseled abdomen. Below, his powerful legs looked like tree trunks supporting his solid frame.

Dropping her dress, Beth rushed to his waiting arms. Without a word they melded together in a passionate kiss that made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up and tingle. She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her belly — throbbing gently with his rapid pulse. Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss and pulled his ear to her mouth. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered. “Please . . .I need you inside me. Now…please hurry!”

Reaching between her legs, ‘S’ dipped a fingertip into her swollen lips. His digit was instantly coated with her warm, sweet honey. “Yes, you are ready for me,” he smiled. “Well, I’ve learned to never keep a lady waiting . . .”

He gently turned her around and wrapped his massive arms about her, pressing himself against her back. Sliding his hands down, he found and caressed her quivering breasts as he slowly guided her to the love seat. Beth allowed him to position her so that she was kneeling on the leather cushion with her arms clinging over the back, facing away from him. His strong hands urged her legs apart and he moved up behind her. At first she could feel his body heat against her skin, then she felt the blunt rounded shaft of his organ moving and rubbing between the soft cheeks of her buttocks. He moved back and forth like that for a few moments, sending chills through her already frazzled nerves. “Please . . .don’t tease me,” she whimpered.

Finally he grasped his cock and aimed down until he found her soggy opening. He brushed the thick head around briefly to cover it with her slick juices, then he pushed forward slightly and felt the tip catch and move through the snug ring at her entrance. He was amazed at how tight she was, even after all this prolonged stimulation. Hearing a dreamy sigh of approval, he grasped her hips and pressed forward again, this time sliding almost half way inside.

Oh….yessssss. . .” she hissed. “It feels so good, put it in!”

he big former football player granted her wish. First he pulled out until just the head of his rod was poised at the opening, then he jerked his mighty hips forward in one smooth stroke, impaling her completely. Beth’s eyes rolled back in her head and she cried out with unbridled rapture; her hands gripped the back of the chair tightly as she felt him immediately begin to move in and out with slow, smooth thrusts.

It was better than she could have imagined. Every muscle and tissue in her small body strained to accept and meet his powerful, but controlled movements. She could feel his heavy balls softly smacking against her backside each time he pushed against her, and soon they were rocking together. . .gradually building the tempo.She discovered that, if she leaned back and arched her pelvis at just the right angle, his swollen shaft would rake against her hypersensitive clitoris occasionally, causing sharp tremors of pure pleasure.

From his position a few feet away, Bob West watched his lovely wife being fucked by another man for the first time. Her head was thrown back and her arms and hands clutched desperately at the furniture she was braced against. The large man behind her pounded in and out relentlessly, causing little shock waves to ripple through her small body with each impact. Bob was peering around the bare bottom of Dan’s wife, Mandy. The pretty blonde held herself high up against his face, encouraging him to lick and nibble at her glistening labia while she gamely worked at reviving his spent male equipment with her mouth.

The strange rotation was now complete; all of the couples had sampled each other’s spouses. Up on the platform, Mr. Kensington, the imposing butler, reappeared completely nude and joined the newlyweds’ erotic performance. The bald man was built like a bull; his hard buttocks flexed and relaxed as the bride sucked him hungrily, her blushing cheeks puffed and hollowed around his girth. Behind her, the handsome young groom looked like he was about to explode. Every muscle strained and the cords in his neck stood out sharply as he jackhammered against the girl.

Beth was nearly overcome with the sweet sensations pouring through her every fiber. S reached out to hold and massage her bouncing breasts while he continued to slam into her, filling and emptying her completely with each rapid stroke. Suddenly she was aware of another person standing close in front of her. Trying to focus her blurred vision, she realized it was Dan gazing down at them with lust in his eyes and silently offering his angry-looking cock to her. She knew instantly what he wanted, but again her conservative upbringing made her balk at the thought and she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away.

Dan was not to be denied, however. He’d waited too long for this. Gently he placed his hand on her silky hair and turned her pretty face back to him. Beth was gasping and panting for breath and there was no way on earth she could keep her mouth closed. Soon she felt the rubbery tip of his hot tool brushing against her parched lips . . .pushing in past her teeth and gliding across her tongue. The taste was not unpleasant, she realized; slightly salty and almost familiar. Surrendering to the fact that she could not refuse him in this position, she allowed her tongue to swirl tentatively around the spongy hardness. Dan heaved a great sigh and pushed his hips forward slightly, basking in the moist warmth. He smiled with satisfaction when he felt her small, shaking hand reach up to grasp and accept him while her head began to bob slowly, sucking him in deeper with each small thrust.

Beth found herself wedged between two strong males – both trying to fill her openings with their swelling erections. Her diminutive body was being assaulted and buffeted by the eager, forceful pumping and prodding, but she felt heavenly. Never before had she felt so sexually alive and in tune with her womanly desires. Every part of her burned with intense excitement and raw passion. She could feel the familiar stirring of another shattering orgasm rolling and crashing through the dam in the deepest part of her soul. Wanting to cry out in pleasure, she could not because her mouth and throat were engrossed in greedily slurping and sucking Dan’s engorged cock as it pistoned in and out through her tender lips.

Between her legs, Beth sensed that S was nearing his end. Sweating and growling above her, he pushed himself with his great strength against her, deeper and harder . . . faster and faster, until she could feel him touch her very core. Suddenly he slammed his hips forward and roared. A bright light flashed in her head and her insides seemed to burst . . . followed by soothing warmth that washed throughout her ravaged body.

Choking and gasping, fighting to breathe, Beth pulled her mouth off Dan who was watching the dramatic crescendo between the conjoined lovers; the vibrations of their release passed through her mouth – stimulating and triggering the eruption he’d been fighting to keep in check until now. The spent, weary housewife instinctively used her hand to continue pumping his shaft, slippery with her saliva. Her efforts were soon rewarded as Dan groaned loudly and sprayed out his hot, milky fluid – blasting it across her slender neck, shoulder, and arm.

Beth’s husband vaguely watched the orgiastic frenzy unfolding around him. The room was filled with the sound and scent of sex. Everywhere he gazed, naked bodies were tangled together writhing and humping. He’d seen his puritanical little wife take on two men with astonishing abandon until she lay crumpled beneath them, bathed in sensual bliss. At this moment a stunning blonde woman, who happened to be his friend’s wife, was leaning over Bob’s torso sucking his cock furiously while a demented bald butler named Kensington plowed into her from behind. On the bed in the center of the stage, the tall black man had the young bride’s legs wrapped over his shoulders; he pounded into her with his amazingly long penis as his own wife rocked back on forth on the young girl’s face.

Time seemed to stand still and Bob closed his eyes . . .trying to remember how the hell he got here.

EPILOGUE

Several days later, Beth West found a glossy black package in her mailbox. Opening it, she discovered a videotape inside simply labeled `The Party’ and a small hand-written note attached. A smile played across her lovely red lips as she read:

`Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. W. . .

Here is a souvenir of our time together for you to watch and enjoy. Looking forward to the pleasure your company at our next gathering.

Best regards, Your Host’

Beth felt a sudden little shudder pass through her as she skipped up the driveway . . .heading for the VCR.

Ruf’s kisses are my undoing. They weaken me, make me desperate for him, raise goosebumps on my flesh and liquidise my panties until I’m panting with my desire. But this time I had a plan. I would be in control. Normally, despite our best intentions to delay and get maximum satisfaction, the yearning of the long absence finds us coupled within an hour of my arrival. But not this time. For once, I would be the one giving all the pleasure… because the manner of that giving meant that I received as well.

I started to manoeuvre him backwards towards the doorway to his bedroom, lifting his arms up above his head as if my intent was solely to remove the restriction of the tshirt and, before he realised what I was doing, one hand was cuffed to the bar across the doorframe.

He smiled curiously as he allowed me to imprison the other above his head and then his mouth was against mine again. His tongue exploring that warm wetness as he became my willing captive. Without interrupting our kissing, my hands were at his waist, releasing the button, unzipping and sliding down jeans and boxers in one movement. Using my foot to drag them down from his knees and, after he’d freed his feet one by one, I kicked them away with my toe. He was mine now. Naked and restrained. To do with as I wanted.

I broke the seal of our lips and kissed his chest and shoulder as I slipped around behind him, pressing my pushed up and precariously constrained breasts against his back, feeling the globes squash into his firm flesh and sliding them up and down as I whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

Reaching around, I knew exactly where to find it and his gasp, as my hand grasped the rigid pole of his longing, echoed mine at the size of it. His increased excitement at the surprise of his unaccustomed submissive position was reflected in the exponential expansion of his tool. And I intended to play a merry tune upon it starting with something that I believe is called ‘The Rabbit’ So I shaped my fingers as if I were making a bunny’s shadow and slid them confidently up and down his rigid wood.

Wanking him from behind gave him the equivalent sensation to that which he experiences when he masturbates, especially when I changed the handgrip slightly so that my third finger was underneath his shaft, just the way he does it and I could feel the shivers of potential release starting to run through him. Taking him close to the goal and then drawing him back again so I could pleasure him some more. Pushing myself ever more firmly against his back to gain the maximum purchase on his member, again and again, I let him climb upwards; only to stop before he reached the summit until he was breathless with wanting me, struggling against the cuffs that held him.

I whispered softly into his ear to reassure him and slid around to kiss him again. Wrapping my arms around his neck and telling him how I was going to be his cocksucker. How much more excited my mouth was going to make him and, as I kissed my way down his body until my knees touched the ground, he laughed as I looked up earnestly at him, reversing the roles suddenly and entreating him to let me be the ‘Milky Princess’ by coming on my upturned visage.

Surveying the vista before me with a sense of wonder for, no matter how many times I’ve seen this piece of equipment, I still can’t help but revel in its glorious beauty… and delight in my joy at the prospect of opening up every part of myself before it.

Latching on to the job in hand and applying the tip of my tongue to the exposed head as my fingers slid the foreskin backwards. Increasing the pressure and encircling him with my lips, salivating and drooling for lubrication and watching it dribble down the shaft. Loosening my grip a fraction to allow its passage beneath my palm and then utilising the welcome slippery enhancement to accentuate its passage back and forth.

Raking my other hand over my breasts, flicking at the pert nipples poking furiously through the lace of my bra and down over the soft firm flesh of my belly, I slid my fingers inside the little panties and soaked them in my liquid lust. Knowing that he was not going to be allowed to fuck me first was making me so excited. The whole idea of being dominant, whilst still being submissive, dissolving me into a puddle of wet confusion which I slicked onto his erect member with my willing fingers.

One hand on his balls, hardening beneath my touch as his moans erupted over my head, the other on the hilt of the column that stretched solid above it, drenched with my spit and gleaming in the reflected lamplight. Swooping my mouth downwards and opening my throat to capture its full extent until I could feel it threatening to activate the gag reflex. Withdrawing just a fraction and then trying to go just that little bit further downwards. Pulling back and then letting him thrust into my willing orifice, controlling his trajectory with my hand, just permitting him to slide in and out over and over. Using my mouth as his hole, jerking his hips and fellating himself with it as my fingers tickled and scratched at his balls.

And then, withholding the aperture as he tried to push back in. Gripping him between both palms and stopping his forward momentum, only to replace it with ‘The Firestarter’. Rubbing his slippery dick between my two hands like a boyscout with an overlarge twig and smiling at the noises emanating from above my head as his knees started to buckle with the intensity of the pleasure.

Hanging helplessly from the cuffs as I opened wide and took him back inside the warm wetness, sucking at the tip as I wanked him between my thumb and middle finger. Drawing on the end as my rhythm increased to the point of no return and then slowing it all down again until he was weak and pleading to penetrate me. But I had to remain firm. This was my game! So I reapplied the pressure until my hand on his cock became a blur of moving flesh before my eyes. My mouth ravishing the tip of that proud head until his groans from overhead gave the warning.

‘On my face, on my face, on my face…’ I demanded as, with a mighty effort, he held on long enough to pull himself away and give some directional control to the effusive gush of the preceding wank-free week. Closing my eyes and presenting my face, I felt it spurting onto my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks; dripping downwards to my mouth, where my tongue lapped it up and hungrily consumed it.

The best cakes always have a sweet, sticky topping and I was no exception.