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My wife, Erica, is a beautiful woman. Physically, she is drop-dead gorgeous. She is a large, statuesque woman, standing at five-foot-ten, and 135 pounds, she has her voluptuous curves, 38-24-36, in all the right places. Her long sandy hair and soft, freckled skin complement her amazing green eyes. I love her with all my heart and would do anything for her. She likes to go to the beach, and always wears bikinis. As you can imagine, she attracts a lot of interest. I belong to the school of eat-your-hearts-out-guys! I am five-foot-eight-inches tall, slender, have dark hair and eyes, weighing in at 130 pounds, soaking wet.
We do occasionally have a little problem with beach bullies thinking that I must be her little brother or her gay friend. Occasionally, one or two guys of the Muscle Beach muscle-beach variety will actually come up and suggest that she needs to ditch me and have some fun with them. I do know some martial arts, so I am not afraid of physical combat, but not eager to engage.
Erica has always been able to handle these situations with 'the look'. Her eyes grow cold, and 'the look' says it all-- 'Drop dead, motherfucker'. About ten seconds of the look is as much as it ever takes to turn brashness into retreat. P
I had heard one guy say as they walked away, "Did you see her eyes change color?" I've never seen her eyes change color, and I can say with certainty, I never want to be the recipient of 'the look'. Backing her up is the fact that I met her in martial arts class, and we're just about equal in that regard. We both have brown belts, just in case 'the look' doesn't solve the problem.
I would say we have a great physical relationship. We still do it almost every day and often twice, or even more on the weekends. There is a story, that says if you keep a jar of beans, putting one bean in every time you have sex the first year, then every time you have sex afterward, you take one out; according to the story, you will never empty the jar. Erica and I would have emptied the jar early in the third year of our marriage, if not sooner.
Not only do I love her to death, but she is my best friend, so we are really tight. We occasionally socialize, but we're both happy to just hang out together. Sometimes, we play a game, or watch a movie, but mostly, we just live together and enjoy that. Sometimes, I see her dripping-wet body when she gets out of the shower, and I just can't believe that I have this vision of loveliness all to myself.
Erica
I'm very happy being married to Johnny. He is a good lover and my best friend, even though I have several girlfriends, as well. Actually, Johnny is better than a good lover. I would say he is an excellent lover, because he is the best I've ever been with, and I've had several good lovers before we got married. I haven't been with anyone but Johnny since getting engaged. Why would I settle for hamburger when I've got steak at home? We occasionally party with my friends or Johnny's friends, and sometimes, I party with my girlfriends, or Johnny parties with his guys. Mostly, though, we are happy just to hang out with each other.
Johnny's not only an excellent lover, but he's a frequent lover. Except for when I'm having my period, I like to do it at least every other day, and more frequently is even better. Counting our double-ups on the weekends, I would say that we usually do it eight or nine times a week, but some weeks more.
Another guilty pleasure of mine is wearing bikinis. I like them because I like the way they make me feel-- a little more sexy. I enjoy guys looking at my body, and I have a good-enough body that most guys will give me a thorough checking out, particularly when I'm wearing a bikini.
Occasionally, some beach bums will go a little bit over the line by making some remarks, but Johnny can usually take care of things.
I'm a little unusual. Most women, either because they're sad or just want to get a charge, shop for outfits. I love to shop for bikinis. I particularly like to have Johnny come with me to help select a new one. I look good in a bikini. I particularly like to shop for bikinis in at a shop in a nearby mall. Sometimes, guys will come to the shop window to watch me try on bikinis. I find this exciting and even arousing. When we go home afterwards, I usually try on the just-purchased bikini one more time, and then when I take it off, we make love.
Johnny
Some women would occasionally like to shop for outfits; they would want to go the whole nine yards to buy underwear, skirt, blouse, jacket, shoes, and purse. It was not that way with Erica; she liked to buy bikinis. Even though they were expensive, they didn't take up much closet space, and Erica looked absolutely fantastic when she wore one. She liked to get them a little tight and a little small-- 'Eat your hearts out, guys!'
One Saturday morning, after sleeping late, and enjoying our usual Saturday morning sex, we decided to go out for brunch. As we left the restaurant, she told me she would like to go to the mall. This was her way of saying that she wanted to buy a new bikini. I already told you how I felt about her; if she wanted to buy twenty bikinis and a full outfit, it would be fine by me. It would only take a month or two for our bank account to recover.
The mall was quite large, filled with hundreds of small shops and at least seven or eight big-store anchors. Almost all of the small shops had glass fronts. There was a swimwear shop on the second floor that Erica liked. She would usually tried try on a few bikinis, as in ten or twelve, before selecting one. Of course, she changed in one of the dressing rooms, but then she modeled would model each bikini for me, before we selected one.
By the fifth or sixth bikini, a small crowd had would usually gathered gather outside the window to watch the show. She did would do the whole model thing, putting one hand on her cocked hip, and then the other; turning and looking over her shoulder, slowly walking in front of me, and then repeating before she returned to the dressing room for another to try on. On the first pass, we usually cut the field down to three or four, and then made would make our selection after her second pass. P
This day was no different. While she was putting her shorts and tank-top back on, I paid for our selection, and bag in hand, we headed for the exit. P By now then, her audience had dispersed. P
Just before we reached the down escalator, a fellow came over to us and asked if we had a minute. We paused and I could tell that Erica was about ten seconds from giving him 'the look'. However, this guy was not at all threatening, and was actually in between us in height, with a build similar to my own.
"I saw your wife modeling swimsuits, and I thought you guys might be interested in my product. It's actually a procedure, but as a model, or potential model, I thought you might be willing to spend a few minutes to learn more about it."
"I don't think so," Erica informed him.
"The introduction will only take a few minutes, although I don't think this is the right place for it," the fellow continued. "Do you guys live near here?"
"Yes," Erica said, with a little edge in her voice.
I could tell that this guy was only about five seconds away from getting 'the look'.
"I would like to explain the first step to you in the privacy of your home," he continued. "However, if, at any time, you want to go no further, you just say 'no', and I'm gone, 'poof', just like that."
Erica replied, "Any time we say 'no', you're out of here?"
"Exactly," he replied.
"No," I said.
He replied, "Thank you for your time. Sorry for any inconvenience." He turned on his heel and headed away.
Erica
One Saturday morning after we had brunch, I decided that I wanted to buy another bikini. It wasn't quite beach season yet, but one of the nice things about bikinis is that you can always find room for one more.
The purchase went as usual. A small crowd developed outside of the shop, and I got a little bit of a charge from taking most of my clothes off and knowing that my small audience was watching me do small, runway-style showings of the candidate bikinis.
We were just about to get on the down escalator, when I heard a nice, masculine voice, asking us if we could spare a minute.
It turned out he wanted more than a minute. He claimed that he had a product that, as a potential model, I would be interested in. I was a little irritated with his delaying us. Johnny told him no, and he surprised us by turning on his heel and walking away. I didn't know why, but suddenly, I wanted to hear more.
I called out, "Wait!"
I told Johnny that I was mildly intrigued by what he had said so far, and that I thought it might be worth a beer and a little time to hear more of what he had to say. I was not sure that Johnny was completely on board, but I told the guy he could follow us home and give us his spiel.
After a brief conversation, it was decided that I would ride with him in his car. We chatted about life in our city, and about our house, and a little about Johnny and my relationship, and then we were at our house.
Johnny
"Wait!" Erica called.
He stopped and turned around; a questioning look on his face.
"Give me a minute with my husband," she explained.
"He seems like a nice enough guy, Johnny," Erica told me. "I don't mind him drinking one of our beers. I'm mildly curious about what he has to say."
"It's okay with me," I said. "He does seem to take 'no' seriously."
"You can follow us," Erica told him.
He quickly retraced his steps. "Hi! I'm Mike Jacobsen," as he proffered his hand.
"I'm Johnny." I shook his hand.
"I'm Erica." She shook his hand.
"I'll follow you to your car; then I'll go get mine, if that's all right," he suggested.
When we reached our car, I suggested that we take him to his car. He clambered into the back seat and directed us to his car. It was a similar make and model to ours, but his was lime green, while ours was maroon.
"If we're going on the freeway, it might be better for one of you to ride with me," he suggested.
"I can ride with him," Erica offered.
I was okay with that, as I knew Erica could take care of herself, if he stepped out of line.
It didn't seem to be a problem. They were never out of sight of my rearview mirror. I could see them talking, but it seemed to be just idle chit chat. At our house, I parked in the garage; he pulled in behind me. I closed the garage and the three of us headed for the front door.
"Your wife invited me to have a beer," he informed me, "fortunately, I can drink and talk at the same time!"
I looked at Erica, and she was smiling at his humor. Inside our living room, he sat on the couch, while I sat in my favorite recliner chair. Erica went to the kitchen and returned with three beers, sat in her favorite chair, which was an unusual combination of rocking and overstuffed, and we all sipped our beers.
He began, "This is the procedure for our process. I will explain the next step, in this case, the first step. You can discuss it between yourselves before deciding if you want to continue. If one of you says, 'no', it's over and I will quickly leave."
"Who will be taking these steps?" Erica asked.
"The first step is for you alone, since you are the potential model," Mike explained. "Some of the subsequent steps will involve Johnny or myself."
"Okay, begin!" she said.
"Okay, step one is pretty simple," Mike told us. "Erica will do a model walk to the end of the room, do a few poses, like you did in the store, and then walk to the other end of the room, do a few poses and then return to the middle of the room."
Erica looked over at me and we exchanged 'no big deal' looks. She stood up and began her model walk. Such a beautiful woman was exciting for me to watch, no matter how many times I had seen her before. I thought it must be exciting for Mike, as well. I wondered if it was exciting for Erica, but she gave no sign. When she returned to the center of the room, she sat down and waited for the explanation of the next step.
Mike described it, "This is a little bit of a test of your self-confidence and composure. It's really pretty much the same as the last step, except that you only wear your bra and panties. You actually won't be showing anything that you didn't show in the swimwear shop."
Erica looked at me, questioningly. "I don't know," she said. "What do you think, Johnny?"
"I don't know, either," I admitted. "Don't do anything you're not comfortable with!"
She stood up, kicked off her sandals, and pulled her tank top over her head. Her strapless bra covered her nipples and the underside of her boobs but left the tops fully exposed. She unfastened her shorts and let them drop to the floor, kicking them over to where her tank-top and shoes lay.
I was glad she had bikini panties on, rather than a thong. She did have some thong undies but rarely wore them, except for me. Both the bra and panties did little to hide her voluptuous curves. As she moved away from me, I watched her hips wiggle. Coming toward me, I watched her boobs bounce. I noticed that Mike was intently watching her, also. What could I say, she was a beautiful woman with an elegant way of carrying herself. When she finished her walk, she sat down and waited for Mike's next description.
Erica
I got beers for all of us, and then sat down to see what he had to say. He explained that what he wanted to talk about was a fairly complex, multi-level process. Each level had several steps. He would explain a step, and then Johnny and I could decide if we wanted to proceed. That seemed simple and safe enough.
The first step in Level One was for me to do a two-ended runway walk. I would walk to one end of our living room and strike a few poses, then I would walk to the other end of the room, do a few more poses, and return to the center of the room. No problem! Johnny and I exchanged looks, and I did what he had asked. Even fully clothed, I enjoyed both guys watching me.
I was starting to feel a little edgy and aroused as Mike explained the second step, which was for me to repeat my runway walk, but this time, I was to wear only my bra and panties. This seemed to be pushing it a bit. Johnny didn't object, so I thought of it as being like Mike had said, exposing no more than a bikini would. I noticed that when I was doing my first set of runway poses, both guys were watching me intently. By the end of the walk, I was feeling somewhat aroused. I hoped my excitement wasn't showing on my panties, when I sat back down.
For the next step, it was like the previous step, except no bra. That made me feel a little shy. Since our wedding, no one other than Johnny had seen my bare boobs. Johnny said it was up to me. I think I may have been influenced by my hormone levels, which must have risen due to my increased arousal. I decided to do it. I was curious to see what Mike's response would be, the first time he saw my nipples head on. P
I stood up and removed my bra, and then I began walking away from Mike and Johnny toward my first set of topless runway poses. He didn't seem to react much, but once I faced toward him, his eyes were glued to my nipples and areolas. When I finished the runway walk, I could tell both guys were aroused because I could hear their labored breathing.
Johnny
"This is where it becomes a little challenging," Mike told us. "Again, you will give us the runway walk, but this time you will be topless, Erica."
"I can't do that, can I, Johnny?" she asked me.
"It's all right if you do it," I told her, "but please don't do anything that you're not completely comfortable with!"
"I'm not sure about completely comfortable," she admitted, "but I'm okay, so long as you're okay."
"I'm okay," I told her, wondering if I was completely comfortable with this. I felt a little ambiguous in that I wanted her to continue, but wondered if she hadn't already gone far enough.
She stood up and began her walk. When she turned and showed her breasts, it took my breath away, even though I had seen them many times. What an effect it must be having on Mike! Her breasts stood out from her body. Even though they were large and braless, they still stood out from her body, the nipples pointed, it seemed, directly at me.
As she walked away from me and toward Mike, it looked like he might have a bulge in his pants. I thought I had an idea of what the next step would be, but I had no idea if Erica would be willing to perform it. Having finished her walk, she sat down in her chair, savoring another swig of beer. It seemed that she was a little short of breath, perhaps more than her short walk justified.
Mike started again, "The next step will be somewhat of a challenge. You will repeat the runway walk, but bottomless, as well as topless."
"I think this may be a step too far," Erica suggested, looking at me.
"It's up to you," I told her. "If it's a step too far, simply say 'no'."
"Oh, well," she said out loud. "In for a dime, in for a dollar!"
She stood up, removed her panties, and began her walk.
'Oh, God!' I thought, 'she really is fantastic looking! Even better nude than in a bikini!'
As her hips swayed with each step, I thought to myself, 'I can't believe that she is all mine.'
She sat down, and I could tell that her breathing was heavier, approaching panting. I thought I saw a couple of drops of moisture on her inner thigh. Was she starting to secrete from arousal? So, this was not only affecting me, but her, as well. I wondered if Mike was also feeling it.
Erica
Step Four was a bottomless (and topless) runway walk. This did seem a little over the top. Mike didn't say no, and I was excited and aroused enough that I probably wasn't thinking clearly. I just thought it would be exciting and wanton, and that was my mood. It was like art, until someone touched me. Again, I had two pairs of laser eyes on my body, which added to the excitement of being nude. By the time I returned to my seat, I knew I was wet without looking or touching down there. It felt good. I was almost eagerly awaiting my next command. Mike was helped by having such a nice, sexy voice.
As I sat down, I was panting. I also knew that my pussy was damp, if not wet. From my angle, it looked that Mike was at least mildly aroused. I expected Johnny was a bit aroused also, even though he had seen me nude many times. Putting a third pair of eyes into the mix definitely changed the tone.
Mike continued, "The next step is a change of pace from the previous steps. For this step, you will sit in my lap and kiss me."
I had never kissed a man other than Johnny while nude, and even then, it was not until I was having sex with him. Everything I had done so far was titillating, but a long way from having sex. I saw that this was turning in such a way as to make having sex a possible outcome. I knew I was behaving borderline violating my wedding vows, but I was also feeling like doing something naughty.
I had better pass this over to Johnny, I thought. I looked at him and asked, "Should we stop now?"
"Kissing a guy while you're nude?" he asked. "That seems like a big step."
Mike explained further, "The rules are that I can use my hands, but only on places that wouldn't be covered by a bra and panties."
That made it a little better. I mean, what's a simple kiss going to harm? He could rub my back, but not my tits, butt, or mons Venus. I was a little curious to know how he kissed, and so, even though I knew how it ended for the cat, I wanted to find out. I knew I was starting to tingle in my private parts, but what's a little naughtiness between friends.
I said, "I guess it's okay. What do you think, Johnny?"
"I'm not going to kiss him," he told me. "I'll leave it up to you, whether you kiss him, or not."
"What harm can a kiss do?" I replied, not considering my state of arousal or my nudity. "I'm in for one more time."
I walked over to Mike and sat on his thighs, with my legs across his lap. Feeling my naked skin against his legs, the tingling in my crotch told me that I shouldn't have agreed to this. I braced myself with my hands on his upper arms and began kissing him. He was a very good kisser and each kiss was taking my arousal higher. No one said how many times I was supposed to kiss him. I paused after each kiss, and then kissed him again. I must have done it five or six times. I knew I was reaching the point where resistance was becoming difficult, if not impossible, so I stood up.
I was really hot and I knew it. I sort of shook my head to clear my mind of the lust taking over my body. I went over to my chair, but remained standing. I knew I was in danger of my hormones taking over my actions. I stood there, trying to stop the trembling in my body, unable to control my heavy breathing.
Johnny
Idly, I listened as Mike continued, "The next step is a change of pace from the previous steps. For this step, you will sit in my lap and kiss me."
I really did wonder what she would do with this one.
She looked at me and asked, "Should we stop now?"
"Kissing a guy while you're nude?" I asked rhetorically. "That seems like a big step."
Mike explained further, "The rules are that I can use my hands but only on places that wouldn't be covered by a bra and panties."
"I guess it's okay," Erica reluctantly agreed. "What do you think, Johnny?"
"I'm not going to kiss him," I told her. "I leave it up to you, whether you do."
"What harm can a kiss do?" she said. "I'm in for one more time."
She walked over to him and sat in his lap. She held onto his upper arms and began kissing him. After each kiss she paused and then kissed him again. She must have kissed him at least six times. Five or ten minutes had passed while she was performing this step. I could tell she was becoming more and more aroused, as was I. Finally, she quit and stood up, sort of shaking herself, as if to clear her head. She walked back to her chair, waiting for Mike's next instruction. Her chest was rising and falling with her increased respiration.
Mike explained the next step, "You will repeat the last step with your husband, except that you will straddle him with your legs."
"I love you, honey!" she told me, as she was arranging her legs. Then, she started kissing me. It was wonderful, I could also tell that she was becoming more aroused. It was obvious from her breathing and the way she acted, while kissing me passionately. She kissed me, I believe, longer and harder than with Mike. As she was standing up, she whispered, "I love you so much, Johnny!"
I was a little concerned because I could tell that she was becoming very aroused.
Erica
Mike explained the next step, "You will repeat the last step with your husband, except that you will straddle him with your legs."
"I love you, honey!" I told Johnny, as I pushed my knees into the chair beside his butt. I started kissing him. It was wonderful, I knew my level of arousal was spiraling out of control. All I could do was kiss Johnny and that was not the key to self-control. I kissed Johnny more passionately than I had kissed Mike. Johnny could probably feel my heat through his pants. He might even have been able to tell how wet I was. I knew I was breathing hard. As I stood up, I whispered in Johnny's ear, "I love you so much, Johnny!"
I hurried to my chair and busied myself with sipping beer, even though that was not an action guaranteed to lower my level of arousal.
Mike waited for me to have a few sips of beer before giving the next instruction, "Erica, you and I will neck for a few minutes. That means that anything above the waist is fair game, but anything below the waist is forbidden."
Each step in this game was taking me toward a place where I shouldn't be going, yet I was feeling a conflicting desire to continue. I was enjoying the salacious feelings and thoughts. It might not be to Mike, but I was sure Johnny wouldn't mind thoroughly banging me after we said goodbye to Mike. I didn't mind necking some. It would get me thoroughly revved up for an afterparty with just Johnny and me. I was vaguely aware that my judgment was being clouded by my lust.
"What should I do, sweetheart?" I asked Johnny, hoping he wouldn't say 'no'.
"You usually keep your boobs to yourself and me," he advised me, "but I'm not going to tell you to stop, so long as you're comfortable with what you're doing."
Comfortable was a difficult word. I knew I was hungry for Johnny to put his manhood in the appropriate orifice of my body. That didn't sound exactly comfortable, but I had dared a lot this afternoon, and I thought I could take one more dare. I tried to be subtle.
"I'm not sure what to do, but I'm a little curious about the next step," I admitted. "Tell me if you want me to stop now."
I guess that wasn't fair to Johnny. I knew he would always indulge me, if he could see a way. I wondered if Johnny might also be curious about the next step.
I was glad when he told me, "It's up to you, sweetheart. Just be sure you're okay with what you're doing."
Okay might be strong, but my enjoyment of the moment was overriding my qualms. I walked over to Mike and straddled his legs, knowing full well that the only protection I had was Mike's good will. I didn't even know this guy had existed an hour or so before. Before I met Johnny, I had occasionally gotten myself into bad situations by going one step further. I had survived them all, though. I started kissing him with my hands on his shoulders.
He quickly put his hands on my boobs. I was starting to squirm with the intensity of my arousal. I may have let this go too far. He moved his hands to my flanks and began licking and kissing my boobs. I was losing control, and yet, my only response was to lay my head back and moan between heavy breaths. It didn't seem right to stop in the middle of a step, but I knew I was close to completely losing control.
Mike seemed to think we had gone far enough for up until then. I could barely lift myself off his lap, I was so far gone. He had to help me off. He could have easily taken me over the top, but like my other dares, I had come out on the other side all right.
I carefully walked toward Johnny, thinking that my next task would involve him.
Johnny
Mike gave her time to return to her chair and sip her beer, before giving the next instruction, "Erica, you and I will neck for a few minutes. That means that anything above the waist is fair game, but anything below the waist is forbidden."
I didn't know how to react. This was clearly a step in the wrong direction, but the worst he could do was play with her boobs. That seemed dangerous, but perhaps, barely Kosher kosher.
"What should I do, Sweetheart sweetheart?" she asked me.
"You usually keep your boobs to yourself and me," I advised her, "but I'm not going to tell you to stop, so long as you're comfortable with what you're doing."
"I'm not sure what to do, but I'm a little curious about the next X step," she admitted. "Tell me if you want me to stop now."
How much harm could he do so long as he adhered to his own guidelines. Besides, I was a bit curious about the next step. "It's up to you, Sweetheart sweetheart. Just be sure you're okay with what you're doing."
She walked over to him and straddled his legs, knowing that although she was exposing her pubis, it was forbidden territory for this step. She started kissing him, with her hands on his shoulder and his hands on her boobs. I could tell that she was getting aroused because she was starting to squirm. Then he moved his hands to her flanks and began licking and kissing her boobs. Now Then she held her head back and began to moan. It didn't seem right to stop in the middle of a step, but I knew she was becoming highly aroused and one of us needed to say 'No' 'no' soon.
I started to think she might cum, she was so excited, but I guess Mike decided she had gone far enough for now the moment. She seemed almost reluctant to leave his lap. He grasped her under her arms and helped her up, she came about halfway to me, while listening to the next instruction.
"The next step is to repeat the last step with your husband," Mike directed.
No problem there.
"I love you," she whispered throatily, as she settled down on my lap. She began kissing me. I could tell she was highly aroused by the fierceness of her kisses. She embraced me, pushing her boobs against my chest. I was very aroused, also. I pushed her back, so that I could lean over and suck her tits. It was driving us both wild. P
"Oh, Johnny, release me, oh, Johnny, relieve me." P
I finally got it that she wanted to release her sexual tension by me helping her come. My left hand was less visible to Mike than my right, so I used my left hand it to massage her clit in a circular fashion. She panted and moaned faster and faster, and then her hips buckled as she involuntarily spasmed in orgasm. She kissed me deeply, as I massaged her upper back.
"Oh, Johnny, I love you," she whispered, as she stood up. She returned to her chair, and sitting down, took a few sips of beer. She was still breathing hard from her orgasm.
Mike explained the next step, "You will repeat the last step with your husband except that you will straddle him with your legs."
"I love you, honey!" she told me, as she was arranging her legs. Then, she started kissing me. It was wonderful, I could also tell that she was somewhat aroused. It was obvious from her breathing and the way she acted while kissing me. She kissed me, I believe, a little longer than with Mike. As she was standing up, she whispered, "I love you so much, Johnny!"
I was a little concerned because I could tell that she was at least moderately aroused.
Erica
"The next step is to repeat the last step with your husband," Mike directed me.
No problem there. I wanted Johnny to hold me after my close call with Mike.
"I love you," I whispered to Johnny, as I settled down on his lap. I began kissing him. I embraced him, wantonly pushing my boobs against his chest. I was borderline out of control, I was so aroused. He pushed me back, so that he could lean over and mouth my tits. I was driving both of us wild with desire. "Oh, Johnny, release me, oh, Johnny, relieve me," I told him. I so badly wanted to come. P
He began to rub my clit in a circular fashion. P
I panted and moaned as he rubbed my clit faster and faster. At last, my hips buckled as I enjoyed a multi-spasm orgasm. I felt fantastic as I kissed him deeply as he rubbed my upper back.
"Oh, Johnny, I love you," I whispered, as I stood up. I returned to my chair, and sitting down, took a few sips of beer. I was breathing very hard from my orgasm.
Mike gave a sardonic smile and continued, "The next step is for you and I to pet, Erica. That means that anything goes, except absolutely no genital-to-genital penetration."
Thus far, I had survived my daring behavior. I thought that it was time to quit.
I was surprised to hear Johnny asking me, "Do you think we should continue, sweetheart?"
What was he saying? Didn't he know how close I was to climbing onto Mike's cock?
"I don't know," I replied. I admitted, "I want to continue, and I want to stop." I paused in a quandary. Was Johnny challenging me? Did he want me to continue?
I took the easy way out. I heard myself saying, "Since there's no penetration, I guess I can go a little further."
I usually could read Johnny well, but I couldn't tell if he thought I had just made a mistake. He wasn't showing anger, but he wasn't showing happy happiness, either.
I walked over to Mike and straddled him again, fully exposing my pubic area to his will, sitting with my back to Mike Johnny and looking at Johnny Mike because I had nowhere else to look. Mike's will was to grab both of my buttocks and start deep deeply kissing me, while massaging my butt. After a minute or so of this, he moved a hand from my buttock to my clitoris and began massaging me there. I was panting and moaning and then he moved two fingers into my vagina. Soon, his vigorous finger strokes had me groaning. I started crying out shamelessly, "Oh, Mike! It's good! Oh, Mike! Don't Stop! Oh! Oh!" and then, "Ah-h-h-h," as my hips buckled in an amazing climax.
I panted and moaned in the afterglow, and I struggled to straighten my legs so I could leave. Mike didn't release me. Instead, he pushed me away to a standing position and leaning forward, he began licking and sucking my clit and labia. Again, I began crying out my joy, as my arousal inexorably increased, "Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! It's good, Mike! Don't stop, Mike! Oh! Oh! Please don't stop, Mike!" and a final, "Ah-h-h-h," as I groaned in the ecstasy of a beautiful, body-shaking climax. I fell forward, and then I began kissing Mike wildly."
I knew this had to stop, but I didn't want to stop. I stood up, having to bend over and grab his shoulder to steady myself. He helped out by pressing my boobs with his hands; I unsteadily walked over near Johnny, but paused to hear the next instruction. I couldn't see any harm in continuing with my progression with Johnny, but then I knew it was time to stop it.
Johnny
Mike gave a sardonic smile and continued, "The next step is for you and I to pet, Erica. That means that anything goes, except absolutely no genital-to-genital penetration."
"Do you think we should continue, sweetheart?" I asked her.
"I don't know," Erica replied. "I want to continue, and I want to stop. Since there's no penetration, I guess I can go a little farther."
I was thinking that she had made a mistake, but I didn't want to be a killjoy. I felt like this was a hormone-enhanced decision, since I knew that following her orgasm, her system would be full of released hormones. I had to admit that I was more than a little aroused.
She walked over to him and straddled him facing him, exposing her genitals. He grabbed both of her buttocks and started deep kissing her, while massaging her butt. After a minute or two of this, he moved a hand from buttock to clitoris and began massaging it rapidly. I could hear her panting and moaning from across the room. I could tell from the motion of his arm that he now then had fingers in her pussy and was vigorously fingering her. Her moans became groans, and then verbal outcries, "Oh, Mike! It's good! Oh, Mike! Don't Stop! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h," as her hips buckled in what must have been a great climax.
As she panted and moaned in the afterglow, she straightened her legs as if to leave. However, Mike didn't release her butt. Instead, he helped her to stand and then pulling on her butt, he leaned in and began licking and sucking her pubic area, paying especial special attention to her clitoris and labia. Soon, she was crying out her joy in her increasing arousal, "Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! It's good, Mike! Don't stop, Mike! Oh! Oh! Please don't stop, Mike! Ah-h-h-h," as she groaned with the ecstasy of what must have been a another beautiful climax, judging from the shaking of her body. She collapsed forward, but then began kissing Mike wildly.
I knew this had to stop, but I didn't want to stop mid-step, when she was so obviously enjoying herself. I thought we would stop this whole stupid exercise after my turn.
She finished kissing Mike and stood up, having to bend over and grab his shoulder to steady herself. He helped out by pressing her boobs with his hands; She she unsteadily walked over near me, but paused to hear the next instruction. I couldn't see any harm in continuing with my turn, but and then I would put a stop to it.
Mike described the next step, "Repeat the last step with your husband, Erica!"
She sat in my lap, straddling my thighs and spreading her thighs as far as she could. "I love you, Johnny," she told me, throatily in a whisper. "I love you so much!" She started kissing me, I played with her boobs, and they stood straight out, nipples as hard as my cock. Two of my fingers slid easily into her wet snatch, and I began pleasuring fingering her. She was very hot from her time with Mike, and so, I could tell, this wouldn't take long. P
I increased the tempo of my fingering, and she whispered to me, "I love you, Mike, I love you!" as her body shook with a huge climax. I could feel her pussy contract on my fingers. What a woman she was! I didn't even mind that in the heat of her passion, she had called me, Mike.
When her contractions subsided, I helped her to her feet and then pulled her hips forward, so that I could reach her pubic area with my tongue, following Mike's lead. I started off on her clitoris, but then I started licking her labia, finally sticking my tongue as far as it would go inside her love canal. I could tell she liked it because she was trying to get it deeper into her pussy by pressing her hips against my face. P
Soon, she was moaning and groaning, and then verbalizing, "Oh, Johnny! You're too good to me! Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Don't stop, Johnny! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h!" Her hips hunched against my face as she had a multi-convulsion orgasm. I could tell that she had been weakened by her ardor, and I helped her stand. She walked over to her chair, and sipped her beer.
Mike was sitting with a huge penis standing straight up. It looked to be about an inch longer than mine, and somewhat larger in diameter, as well. This had gone on long enough.
Erica
Mike described the next step, "Repeat the last step with your husband, Erica!"
I didn't mind Mike watching me orgasm with my sweetie, so I sat in Johnny's lap, straddling his thighs and spreading my thighs as far as I could. "I love you, Johnny," I told him, in a whisper. "I love you so much!"
I started kissing him. He played with my tits. Soon, they stood straight out; then, he stuck two fingers into my pussy and began pleasuring me. I was very hot from being with Mike--, and so, I could tell, this wouldn 't wasn't going to take long. He increased the tempo of my his fingering, and I whispered to him, "I love you, Mike, I love you!" as my body shook with a huge climax. My pussy contracted, squeezing his fingers. What a great thing it was to be a woman! I didn't know if I should apologize for calling Johnny, Mike, but I decided not to.
When my convulsions subsided, Johnny helped me up, but then pulled my hips forward, so that he could reach my pubic area with his tongue. He started off on my clit, which was wonderful, but then went to work on my labia, finally sticking his tongue as far as it would go into my pussy. It was driving me crazy. I tried to help him by pressing my hips against my face. I was getting higher and higher, moaning and groaning, and then I cried out, "Oh, Johnny! You're too good to me! Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Don't stop, Johnny! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h!" My hips buckled as I had a multi-convulsion orgasm what felt like three orgasms in a row. I could hardly stand on my own; Johnny helped me to my feet. Somehow, I managed to walk over to my chair and take a few sips of my beer.
I was feeling very good from the orgasm I had had with Johnny. I had a very mellow afterglow as I sipped my beer. I had been a little naughty with Mike, but Johnny didn't seem to mind, and what I was feeling now right then, made it well worth a little naughtiness. Whatever the next step was, I knew this had gone far enough. Johnny had been a good sport until now then, but even a love like ours has had limits.
Then I noticed that Mike was taking his pants off. I couldn't keep from watching as he pulled his pants down and revealed a huge penis standing straight up. I guessed it was at least an inch longer than Johnny's and larger in diameter, as well. Once I saw it, I couldn't look away. I had never seen one this large before.
I was barely conscious of Mike saying, "Your next step, Erica, is to sit on this!", indicating his engorged prick.
I was curious. What would it feel like to have a monster like that inside me? I sat there, staring at it. I really wanted to find out what it would be like to have that huge organ of feminine joy inside me, sliding in and out of my love canal. I knew I should stick with my earlier decision to not let this go any farther. But then I thought that this might be my only chance to experience a pleasure rod as big as his. I wavered. I felt a tingling in my boobs and a damp warmth in my pussy. My body was responding to what I was seeing across the room. I knew what I wanted. P
I finally looked away from it and stood up, turning toward Johnny, "I want it, Johnny!"
He paused and then asked, "Are you sure, Erica?"
"I'm sure, Johnny," I told him with complete assurance. I tried to soften my declaration by smiling at him, and then mouthing, 'I love you'.
He paused, and with a look of that seemed somewhat concerned, told me, "Go for it, babes." P
I felt like I was pushing him into a place he didn't want to be, but I just wanted to feel that beautiful cock inside of me. I just wanted to go for it.
I took a step toward Mike, and he smiled at me, holding his cock in such a way as to indicate it was waiting for me. I took another step closer, intently staring at that lovely piece of manhood. My anticipation was growing by leaps and bounds, as I put my left foot by his right foot and against the sofa. I couldn't believe how excited I was as I lifted my right knee onto the sofa next to his left thigh, knowing that I had the complete attention of both men. P
I brought my left knee onto the sofa. The monster cock was then touching my pubis. now. What a slut you are, I thought, as I grasped his warm joystick and guided it into my love canal. I inhaled, as I impaled myself, breathing out a deep breath as I rose several inches, increasing my passion as it slid partway out or of me. I braced myself with my hands on his shoulders. I began moaning and groaning as I alternated raising myself, and then lowering myself back down it. P
Soon, I was crying out as that immense cock slid in and out of me, "Oh! Oh! Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! Give it to me, Mike! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh, it's good! Oh, Mike! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h!" and then my body shook in a fantastic climax. I leaned forward and kissed him. P
His organ of feminine delight was everything I had hoped. I straightened myself and looked at him. I kissed him again, expressing the passion I was feeling throughout my body. I wanted more.
"Lean over the couch, Erica!" he instructed me. I obediently leaned over the couch supporting myself by grasping the back of the couch. Almost involuntarily, I arched my back so that my love canal would be more accessible to that huge engine of my desire. Mike penetrated me from the rear, touching my G-spot with his delightful object of feminine delight. P
Almost immediately, I began crying out my joy at his cock sliding in and out of my love canal, "Oh! Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike, it's good! It's so good! Oh, fuck, it's good! Oh, Mike! Fuck me good, Mike! Oh, Mike! You're too good, Mike! Mike! Mike! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h!" Soon, my entire body was trembling in the ecstasy of a huge orgasm. As my spasms grew less, I collapsed onto the couch. I turned my head back to see if Mike had enjoyed himself, and told him, "Oh, Mike, that was so good!"
Next, he rolled me over onto my back with my head resting against the back of the sofa and with my hips hanging off the couch. I felt the delicious sensations of his immense thing sliding into me. As he began to thrust the monster in and out of me, I told him how much I enjoyed it. P
"Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! Fuck me good! Oh, Mike! I love it! Oh, Mike! I can't stand it! It's so good! Oh, Oh, Mike! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, it's so good! Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! I'm coming, Mike! Oh, Mike, I'm coming! Ah-h-h-h!... Oh, Mike, That that was so good!" P
It seemed that with Mike's huge cock, each orgasm was better than the last.
Mike pushed the coffee table back around a foot from the sofa. Then he sat down in front of the sofa. He began directing me into the next position. "You're doing good, Erica. Now, kneel in front of the coffee table with your back toward me. As I did what he asked, he told me, "You're such a good girl!" P
I couldn't believe how good his compliments made me feel, sort of warm all over.
He continued his guidance, "Now, lean forward and rest your elbows on the coffee table." As I did so, he continued, "Very good, Erica! Now, lift one of your legs up and put it beside my legs, you'll have to put your foot in the air." P
As I did what he told me, my pussy was rubbing against his knees, which felt very good. P
"Good! Good!" he told me. "Now, put your other leg on the other side of me." P
As I did this, I had to rest my pubis on his thighs, which felt better than good. He grasped my thighs and by adjusting the position of my thighs and wiggling his butt close to the edge of the sofa, he was able to penetrate me again. P
I loved it, and let him know about it, "Ohmigod, Mike, this feels wonderful." P
He began pumping me with pelvic thrusts. I couldn't move much because of the way he was holding me. His hands were now then free, and he used them to massage my butt, occasionally, giving me a slight slap as he rammed his cock into me, over and over. P
I began crying out with each thrust, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Mike! It's! Good! So! Good! Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Me! Oh! Oh! Oh! God! Oh! Fuck! Me! Hard!" and then "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as my body trembled with the passion of another fantastic climax. "Oh, God! That was Good! Oh Mike!"
With him pushing me, I scooted forward until I could bring my feet to the floor. I stood up and looked sheepishly at Johnny. What must he be thinking now? I had never been this verbal with him. I had never cried out 'Fuck!' and I rarely called his name. This was the first time since I married him that I had been with another man, and he had watched every minute of my wanton, lascivious behavior.
Mike laid lay flat on his back on the sofa, and indicated I was to ride him. I would have to place one foot on the floor; there was barely room to put my other leg between him and the sofa back when I straddled him. Again, I felt delicious sensations as I guided his cock into my pussy. I began thrusting myself onto his wonderful cock; I couldn't believe how good it felt X to repeatedly thrust myself down on his rod; then lifting myself up to complete the cycle. P
All the while, I was crying out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm loving it! Oh, Mike! You're too good! Oh, Mike! Oh, Fuck fuck! Oh, Fuck fuck! It's Good good! It's so good!", and then, "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as my body convulsed with the ecstasy of orgasm. I leaned over and kissed him. "Oh, Mike, It it was so good," I told him. I kissed him again. He had just made me feel absolutely fantastic.
Next, he told me to turn around. P
I carefully turned myself around, which was exciting by in itself. I began thrusting myself onto his cock over and over. "Oh, Mike, It's it's so good," I revealed, "Oh. Oh. Oh, Oh, Oh oh, oh, I can't stand it! It's so good! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, Mike! I love it, Mike! I can't stop! It's so good! Oh, Mike! Ah-h-h-h-h!" as my body shook with the erotic exultation of another manificent magnificent climax. "Oh, Mike, I just can't get enough of your cock," I told him.
He told me, "Erica, I want you to lie face down on the sofa!"
"Yes, Mike!" I replied, as I stood up, with showing my butt to Johnny. P
Mike stood up, and as soon as he was out of the way, I lay down. Mike turned my head toward himself so that he could give me a deep kiss. Then he straddled me with one foot on the floor and the other leg tucked nicely between my butt and the back of the sofa. He penetrated me from the rear. P
I told him about it, "Oh, Mike, it feels so good!" P
He began pounding me, repeatedly sliding his huge cock in and out of me, as I moaned and groaned. P
It was only a few minutes of this, before I was crying out, "Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh!" as I bucked my hips four times in orgasm. "Oh, God, Mike, that was so good! I love how you fuck me!"
He pulled my head back for a another deep kiss. Then he licked the side and back of my neck, as I moaned my pleasure. Then he began thrusting his cock into my pussy over and over. P
as I expressed my joy, "Oh, Mike, it's so good! Oh, fuck me, Mike! Oh, I love it! Fuck me hard, Mike!" and then, "Oh, Mi-i-i-ike!" as my body convulsed in climax for ten or fifteen seconds.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Occasionally, I thought about Johnny watching, but that merely added to my excitement. I felt like I might be expressing too much joy in Mike's fucking, but damn! It felt so good.
Mike stood up and directed me, "Stand up, Erica!" P
I stood up, smiled at him and embraced him, giving him a deep kiss. P
He kissed me back, and then told me, "You've been simply wonderful, Erica!" I'm sure I beamed with a nice smile.
I knew that we weren't finished because his huge manhood was still standing erect. P
He sat down on the sofa, then pulled the coffee table over against the sofa, making it a platform to support his feet. He then instructed me to stand on the sofa, straddling him. He continued, "Put one foot on each side of my butt." As I did that, he continued, "Hold the back of the sofa and then put your butt just above my knees." P
I followed his guidance. P
"Now slide down my thighs until you get to the payoff!" P
I knew to guide his cock into her pussy, as my butt slid down his thighs, approaching his pelvis. P
"Now, don't move!" he ordered, as I slid as far down on his dick as I could. P
I was squeezed in between his chest and his thighs, my nipples pressed against his chest. I thoroughly enjoyed my cunt sliding down his still fully erect rod of joy, but I wanted more.
This was driving my lust sky high. I had the delightful sensation of being filled up with cock, but my passion was climbing off the charts. He had ordered me not to move once he had his cock all the way inside me, but I couldn't stay still; I squirmed, my lust demanding that I begin hunching up and down on his massive cock. The seconds ticked by. P
"Please, Mike, please, Mike," I pleaded, "Let me fuck you!" " Please, Mike!"
After what seemed like minutes, he finally relented, "Okay, go for it!" P
I began thrusting myself against him. It was only a few in and out in-and-out thrusts before my body was trembling in climax. I fell against him and kissed him. I began thrusting again; again, almost immediately, my body shook in orgasm. I went wild, kissing him all over his face. Now Then, every time I thrust, I came again, as I wildly kissed him between my heavy breaths and deep pantings. I was cumming like every few seconds. P
I don 't didn't know how many times I came, but it must have been thirty or forty times, before I was crying out, "Mercy, Mike! I can't do it anymore!" P
He smiled a wide, toothy smile grin, gave me a few more thrusts, and started squirting semen against my pussy walls, as he stared blankly ahead; I was coming on every spurt. My lusts were satiated, and I assume his were, as well.
I leaned against him, "Mike, that was fantastic! Particularly the ending! What did you just do to me?"
He replied, "I was just enjoying your lovely body! You were simply wonderful! Absolutely amazing!"
I raised my head and kissed him. Then I told him, "You are an incredible lover, Mike!"
Reluctantly, I raised myself off his body and stepped onto the floor. P
I looked over at Johnny and mouthed, "Luv You you!" P
Then, I turned around and helped Mike dress. He went over and shook Johnny's hand, while giving him a business card. He also handed me a card, which I placed on the coffee table. Johnny and I walked Mike to the door, with me still nude, still glowing from the greatest fucking of my entire life. I gave him a very nice goodbye kiss and, disappointedly, watched him leave. I felt a little empty that he was gone so quickly.
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Johnny
His explanation was brief, "Your next step, Erica, is to sit on this!", indicating He pointed to his huge, erect cock. P
She looked at it, intently. After a few moments, she looked at me and said, "I want it, Johnny!"
Wrong! What could I do? I had let things go too far, and now she wanted was wanting to go farther. Even if I had said, 'No', I was doubtful that she would stop what appeared to be a runaway freight train of lust. I didn't want to deprive her, but I was concerned that she would want his cock many times before she was finished. Would she leave me for a bigger cock? It seemed like too big a risk to take.
"Are you sure, Honey Erica?" I made one last gasp last-gasp effort.
"I'm sure, Johnny," she replied. She smiled at me, silently mouthing, 'I love you'.
I wasn't sure I could stop her now then. If I was the bad guy here, she might do it later when I would have even less say in the manner matter. "Go for it, Babes babes," I told her, even though it was most certainly not what I wanted. P
I think thought she was wavering, until he displayed that huge cock; but then she must have decided that this was her best opportunity to try one of those. She would have probably given me 'the look' if I forbade her from trying it out, and I didn't want to get 'the look', and I didn't really want to find out how long it would take her to forgive me for denying her that enticing cock.
Intently looking at him and/or his cock, she approached him, straddling him his legs and then pulling herself to get close enough to insert it into her pussy. Almost immediately after sliding it in, she began moaning and groaning as she raised and lowered herself onto it. P
Soon, she became verbal, as she continued alternately impaling herself and lifting off that immense cock, "Oh! Oh! Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! Give it to me, Mike! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh, it's good! Oh, Mike! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h!" as her upper body shook in climax. P
I wanted Erica to enjoy herself, but this was over the top. I wished she wasn't enjoying it quite so much, but I didn't know what I could do know. then.
"Lean over the couch, Erica!" he instructed her. P
She obediently leaned over the couch supporting herself with her hands on the back of the couch and arching her back, so that her pussy would be more available to Mike. He penetrated her from the rear, and almost immediately she began crying out her joy at his cock sliding in and out of her love canal. P
"Oh! Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike, it's good! It's so good! Oh, fuck, it's good! Oh, Mike! Fuck me good, Mike! Oh, Mike! You're too good, Mike! Mike! Mike! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h!" Her entire body trembled in the ecstasy of a large orgasm. P
As her spasms slowly abated, she collapsed onto the couch. She turned her head back to see him, and told him, "Oh, Mike, that was so good!" P
She didn't even look my way. Was she going to go home with Mike after he finished fucking her brains out here? P
I knew I had fucked up badly, but I didn't see what else I could do. She clearly wanted it regardless of her marriage vows and my wishes in the manner matter. I should have stopped her when he asked her to take her clothes off. After she got on the train of increasing sexual desire, there was little I could do. I would need to reclaim X her and hope that she didn't want to leave with Mike.
Next, he positioned her on her back with her hips hanging off the couch. Then he kneeled between her legs and penetrated her. P
As he began to stroke her, she told him how much she was enjoying it, "Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! Fuck me good! Oh, Mike! I love it! Oh, Mike! I can't stand it! It's so good! Oh, Oh, Mike! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, it's so good! Oh, Mike! Oh, Mike! I'm coming, Mike! Oh, Mike, I'm coming! Ah-h-h-h!... Oh, Mike, That that was so good!" P
This was the woman I loved. Were Mike and his wonderful cock going to end our relationship?
This seemed liked the longest afternoon of my life. He guided her from position to position. She seemed to be totally into it and totally under his control. Had I completely screwed up by letting her fuck a guy with a clearly superior endowment between his legs? By the time I realized how huge his cock was, she was already out of control.
Over and over, he guided her through position after position. It seemed that each position lasted ten or fifteen minutes, accompanied by multiple orgasms for Erica. He not only had a huge dick, but he also had fantastic control. Was he ever going to cum? I had to hope it would be soon, and then, perhaps, I could guide him to the door.
Occasionally, she would give me a sheepish smile, but then she'd turn her attention back to the huge cock that was pounding her over and over. She had never been this verbal with me. I had never heard her cry out, 'Fuck!' and rarely did she say my name. At least she had looked at me, although it almost seemed like an afterthought. Was this the end of our relationship? Did this mean goodbye to all the great times we had had together? Didn't she know or care how hard she was squeezing my heart?
As he led her from position to position, she kissed him like I didn't remember her kissing me. Her enjoyment of his fucking her brains out seemed to be almost complete. She clearly was into his cock and into kissing him. Only occasionally, would she even glance my way. Would my torment ever end? She was telling him things she had never told me. Why had she never told me what she was shouting out to the world? I was ready to leave and might have done so, if it wasn't for my pulsing and quite obvious erection. It seemed that the great passion she was expressing with another man was exciting to me.
I wanted her to enjoy herself, but I would have been happier if she weren't enjoying herself quite so much. This was so far beyond what she had ever told me. I had to assume that what she was experiencing with this Mike guy was far beyond what she had ever experienced with me, or anyone else. I had to stay and endure this, and hope that after this extremely thorough fucking, she would still want to be with me.
He stood up and told her, "Stand up, Erica!" P
She stood up, smiled at him and embraced him, giving him a deep kiss. P
He kissed her back, and then told her, "You've been simply wonderful, Erica!" P
She beamed with a nice smile. He had made her his in a way that I never had, and probably never would. I might not even get the chance.
He was guiding her into a position that I was unfamiliar with. He certainly knew what he was doing. She followed his instructions to a T. P
And then I saw it, she was having continuous orgasms. P
I had thought it was an urban myth. P
First, he had told her not to move. After a few minutes of her squirming with her lust, She she began pleading with him to let her start fucking him. Finally, he relented; it seemed like almost immediately she was orgasming every time she impaled herself on his cock again. At the same time, she was showering his face and neck with passionate kisses. she She came again, as she wildly kissed him between her deep pantings. P
She must have come close to thirty times, before she cried out, "Mercy, Mike! I can't do it anymore!" P
He smiled a wide, toothy smile, gave her a thrust or two, and must have started squirting semen into her, as he stared blankly ahead, and she apparently was coming on every spurt. P
I hoped that his and her lusts were had been both satiated.
She leaned against him, "Mike, that was fantastic! Particularly the ending! What did you do to me?"
He replied, "I was just enjoying your lovely body! You were simply wonderful! Absolutely Amazing amazing!"
She raised her head, and kissed him, and then told him, "You are an incredible lover, Mike!"
Reluctantly, she raised herself off his body and stepped off the couch. She looked at me, and mouthed, "Luv You you!" for the first time since she had first impaled herself on his monster prick. She turned around and helped him dress. P
He came over and shook my hand, giving me a business card. Then he handed Erica a card, which she placed on the coffee table. We walked him to the door, with Erica still nude. She gave him a very nice goodbye kiss and he was gone. I was numb by now then. My pain was so great, I couldn't feel anything. All I could do is was to hope that this wasn't the end for us.
Erica
I closed the door. It was time for some tender, loving care for my love and our relationship. I turned to my husband, and said, "Thank you, Johnny, that was wonderful! I love you, Johnny!" Putting my hand on his cock, which was quite hard, I asked, "Should I get dressed, or do you have something for me?" putting my hand on his cock, which was quite hard. With my other hand, I took Johnny's hand and placed it on my labia. Of course, my labia were soaked with the juices of Mike's and my good time together.
I told Johnny, "I'll make a quick trip to the little girl's girls' room, and then I'll meet you in the middle of our bed. I love you so much, Johnny, and I want you so much!" I looked into his eyes. "Johnny, I thoroughly enjoyed fucking Mike, but you're the one I love! Are we good?"
It seems seemed that we were good, since Johnny replied, "We're good! And Erica, I love you so much! Don't linger in the bath!"
I hurried into the master bath. I had just had the fucking of my life-- now I needed to make Johnny feel okay about it. I thought back to the way I had behaved; I had thoroughly enjoyed fucking Mike, and I'm sure Johnny knew exactly that. How could he not know that I had never orgasmed like that with him? This might be my only chance to convince Johnny that he was still my main man, and still was the future father of my children! P
Johnny lay in the bed, his love rod ready to please me. I hoped he wouldn't be mad at me for having the fucking of my life. I could still close my eyes and remember how fantastic it felt to have that great cock plugged into me and stroking me over and over. But what I felt for Mike and his colossal cock was not love. P
My love was Johnny and only Johnny. P
I felt like my behavior had put a strain on our relationship, and I needed to make a maximum effort for the business of caring and nurturing the love of my life, and his feelings for me. In spite of my display of lust and unbridled passion of the last hour or so, it was also crystal clear to me that the most important thing in my life was the man staring at my naked body and apparently wondering what his Erica would do next. P
I was still on a high from having experienced the fucking of my life. I was also aware that my Johnny had supported me in my wild and crazy behavior, and his being there for me, only enhanced my enjoyment of the experience. I was still high, still glowing from that recent activity, but I needed to turn all that passion into repairing any damage to our relationship.
After my shower, I felt great. Now Again, the lust and passion were growing in my body, but this time, they were directed toward my live-in lover, my best friend, and the man I loved. I kissed his stiff manhood, and then I kissed him on the mouth and inserted my favorite cock into my love canal.
I started with slow strokes, but gradually increased the tempo and the power of the strokes; bending over to kiss him, every nine or ten strokes. He rewarded my kisses by squeezing my boobs. I loved this man so much, and now here I was unrestrained in telling him that. It was my good fortune, that he returned my protestations almost as frequently as I gave them. Too soon, I was exploding in one of the best orgasms of my life.
In spite of my wanton behavior earlier in the afternoon, I felt closer to Johnny than I had ever felt before. I knew I didn't deserve such a man and such happiness, but I was happy to experience it anyway, and somehow, I needed to communicate to him how important his love was for to me, and that the thorough fucking with Mike had been just that, a thorough fucking-- but nothing that would affect my love for him.
We spent the rest of the day and the early evening, with Johnny fucking me until he came, which usually provided me the benefit of three to six orgasms. Then we would give each other our best aftercare-- kissing and stroking each other's bodies and telling each other how much we loved the other. Sometimes, we would just lie in each other's arms, cuddling and occasionally dozing. Then, we would look at each other and suddenly burst with the knowledge of exactly what would happen next, usually beginning by sucking each other's genitals before moving on to another round of love making lovemaking.
By eight o'clock, we had finally reached satiation. X We've We'd always enjoyed each other's bodies, but this was the most sex we had ever had in a single session. Of course, Johnny didn't participate with my earlier episode with Mike, so I was way ahead. We went to a nearby Italian restaurant and had wine and pasta. Afterward, we went home and prepared for bed.
Before we went to sleep, I told my husband, "Johnny, I love you more now than ever before. I thought Mike had given me the fucking of my life, and then you spent the rest of the afternoon and evening proving me wrong. You understand, I hope, that there is no one and no thing nothing that could make me stop loving you. You've locked me up and thrown away the key."
"Erica," he told me, I loved how he said my name, "I love you more than life itself. I was happy for you this afternoon, because you were enjoying Mike so much; although, there were times when I felt a little left out since you seemed to be enjoying being with Mike so much. The important thing is that I'm so very happy with our being together afterward. I feel very good that the woman I love is still mine, at least mostly mine."
"I love you, Johnny," I replied. "That's the beginning and end of it!"
"Can I say, me, too?" he asked, words to melt the fiercest heart.
"You can, Lover lover," I told him, and then gave him the deepest kiss that I possibly could.
Sunday was a return to normal. We made love when we woke up, then went to brunch. Went for a walk in the park; Watched watched a movie; Went went drinking and had tapas. We made love again and went to sleep.
Johnny
She closed the front door after Mike, and then turned to me and said, "Thank you, Johnny, that was wonderful! I love you, Johnny! Should I get dressed, or do you have something for me?" putting She had her hand on my cock, which dramatically altered my state of arousal. With her other hand, she put my hand mine on her labia, which were soaked with her juices and his semen.
She explained, "I'll make a quick trip to the little girl's girls' room, and then I'll meet you in the middle of our bed. I love you so much, Johnny, and I want you so much!" She looked into my eyes. "Johnny, I thoroughly enjoyed fucking Mike, but you're the one I love! Are we good?"
What could I say to that? I had to put my doubts aside for at least the moment. I had to pretend that I had never doubted her, and tell her what I hoped for, not the bad thoughts about the intercourse between her and Mike. "We're good! And Erica, I love you so much! Don't linger in the bathroom bath!"
She went into our master bath, and I went to our bedroom and quickly undressed. I lay in the bed, my rod ready to please the love of my life. I couldn't be mad at my best friend for having what probably was the fucking of her life. I knew I wanted her. I wasn't sure if it was from my love for her, or from the excitement of watching her get a very thorough banging. It was clear that she had thoroughly enjoyed her fucking by Mike. Maybe my feelings were a combination of my love for her and the voyeuristic excitement of watching her be pleasured by that large cock plugged into her, over and over.
She was still high from her afternoon's fucking. We spent the evening, making love to ejaculation, then cuddling and telling each other how much we each loved the other, until suddenly, we would look at each other, and know that both of us wanted to do it again. We've We'd always enjoyed each other's bodies, but this was the most sex we had ever had in a single session.
Before we went to sleep, she told me, "Johnny, I love you more now than ever before. I thought Mike had given me the fucking of my life, and then you spent the whole evening proving me wrong. You understand, I hope, that no one or no thing nothing could ever make me stop loving you. You've locked me up and thrown away the key."
"Erica," I told her, "I love you more than life itself. I was happy for you this afternoon, because you were enjoying Mike so much, but I'm even more happy with our being together this afternoon and evening."
"I love you, Johnny," she replied. "That's the beginning and end of it!"
"Can I say, me, too?" I asked.
"You can, Lover lover," she replied, and then gave me one of the deep kisses that I have come to love.
Sunday was a return to normal just like any other. We made love when we woke up. Went to brunch. Went for a walk in Brunch, the park, Watched a movie, Went drinking and had followed by tapas and drinks. We made love again and went to sleep.
Our lives seemed to go pretty much back to normal, until almost two weeks later. It was on a Thursday night, after we had gone to bed and made love, when Erica surprised me by asking me how I would feel about calling Mike.
Erica
Our lives seemed to go pretty much back to normal until about a week after our experience with Mike, when I realized I was developing a lust for another fucking episode with Mike and his monster cock. I was a little ashamed of myself for lusting after his cock, but I couldn't deny that I had reached the point of feeling a tingling down there, when I thought of the that Saturday afternoon reaming, I had received at Mike's hands and his other appendages appendage. P
On the next Thursday night after we had gone to bed and made love, and as we were just chilling in the afterglow, I got up the nerve up to ask Johnny, how he "How would you feel about calling Mike?"
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