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I heard Linda's footsteps as she returned with William's Scotch. I was
seated on the couch, apparently alone. From the sound of his voice, I knew
William and his wife were sitting to the left of the fireplace in our
loveseat. Linda's footsteps crossed back in front of me and stopped. Her
hand took my wrist and gently placed a full snifter in my hand. I heard her
move to my right and seat herself in a high-back chair facing the center of
the room. The couch I sat on was thus in the center, facing the fireplace.
The only sound for a minute or two was the crackling the burning logs. The
blindfold, at least so far, was reasonably comfortable.

"I often think," William suddenly began, "that we are too much the creatures
of our eyes; our other senses are just handmaidens to vision and are given
the rump-end by our brain of the world's myriad textures and infinite
contours. I daresay many people would think nothing of taking their lives
rather than facing the world without sight. They rely on it like they rely
on the sun rising every day. They do not appreciate the more fecund
"reality" of hearing, touch, taste and smell which are more in tune with the
night than the day."

"Let us take your beautiful wife, Linda, for an example. Linda, please stand
in front of the fireplace for us. Yes, thank you. Now, Breigha and I see her
quite clearly. You, of course, cannot. Let me describe what I see: I see a
woman surrounded by a halo of shifting yellow, orange and blue light from
the fire. I see a shiny stream of black hair on falling on her shoulders and
outlining a face of beauty. High cheekbones, rosy cheeks, sparkling healthy
eyes, clear, open and wide, looking at you, Peter. I see a pert nose, and
full lips that are moist. From her thin neck, her small shoulders widen. She
holds them back in a posture of self-assurance. This is a woman not to be
taken lightly, Peter, as you are surely aware."

"I see her chest rising and falling slowly, small breasts straining against
the soft fabric of her dress. The breasts, one might almost think, of a
young girl. Even from this distance, and in this light, one can make out the
little points of her nipples, stiffened and alive."

I shifted uncomfortably. I was now beginning to get quite turned on.

"While it could be the fact that it is ever so slightly cool in this room,
and the fire is to her back accentuating the difference in temperature, I
would attribute your wife's erect nipples to arousal and to the fact that
she knows that I am going to fuck her. No, please Linda, leave your arms at
your sides. That's better. Now, Peter, please tell me. Can you see what I
have described? Can you see your wife displayed before the three of us in
your mind's eye?"

I could. I could see her as if the blindfold were gone. As if my eyes were
fully open and unblinking. "Yes," I said. "Your point?"

"Simply that perception of the world can be clear, convincing and real
whether it comes to us through the eyes, the ears, or some other way. A case
in point: a man hears his wife describe her infidelity in graphic detail.
She describes an illicit sexual encounter she entered into for the purpose
of his and her sexual arousal. Do you honestly believe that had he been
there and actually watched, the intensity of the perception of the
infidelity would have been greater than what his own mind and imagination
actually created out of a few simple words? Yes, Linda told me of your
little adventure. I was very impressed. Well?"

"No, not necessarily. On the other hand, I'm aroused by the sight of my
wife, by the sight of other beautiful women, by the sight of graphic sexual
images and so on," I said. "Perhaps we put too much stock in our eyes, but
they're still a fundamental part of who we are."

"Yes. Yes, exactly! A fundamental PART of who we are. But still only a part
of our life and of our sexuality. Well, I'm being pedantic and boring here.
I believe in teaching by example and by experience. It tends to stick to the
ribs, so to speak, better than a lecture," he said. Suddenly, in a very firm
voice, "Linda, come over here to me."

I heard the rustle of her dress as she moved to him.

"Kneel down between my legs. That's good."

There was silence for nearly a minute, maybe longer (my sense of time had
taken a leave of absence). I could hear the nearly inaudible sounds of a
camera shutter.

"Ah, very nice. Now I want you to go over to Peter and kiss him exactly as I
just kissed you."

I heard her move to me and kneel between my legs. Her hands moved to the
tops of my thighs and she leaned close to my face. Her lips touched mine
gently. They were wet and warm. Slowly, insistently, her tongue entered my
mouth, swirled softly between my lips and teeth, then went deep into the
center. It mingled with my tongue, entwined, penetrated, retreated,
penetrated again. I followed it back out into her mouth and tasted its
sweetness. I felt her lift her right hand, and one of her fingers gently
touched the corner between our pressed lips, then smoothly entered into the
warm double cavity formed by our locked mouths. It probed my mouth, the
space between my cheek and teeth, then retreated into hers with both our
tongues, almost like a third small tongue. The taste of her finger was
slightly salty, and I wondered what it felt like to probe our mouths and
tongues, even as the kiss went on. It was strange and exciting to have this
unfamiliar third thing become a part of our kiss. I was perfectly aware that
William had just kissed Linda in exactly this same way. Slowly, she pulled
away.

I wanted more and I was hard as a rock.

"Come back to me now, Linda," William said. "Take off your dress. Leave your
panties, the necklace and the heels on."

I could "see" every movement as my wife stripped before this man. There was
a final rustle as the dress was discarded.

"You are very beautiful, Linda. Any man in his right mind would love to know
you better, would love to do what I am going to do tonight. Turn around,
slowly. Yes, very nice. Now tell me something. Do you love your husband?"

"Yes, with all my heart."

"Of course you do. How does it feel to stand in front of me like this, with
your husband sitting only feet away? We can both see his erection from here.
He is excited knowing that you are exposed, and that I am in control. How
does all this make you feel? Are you aroused, Linda?"

"Yes."

"Come here and kneel down. Now give me your hand. There, gently, just run
your nails up and down it's length. Find the head with the tips of your
fingers; use your fingers and hand to try to imagine what it will look like
outside my pants. Is my cock larger than your husband's?"

"Yes."

"Speak the entire sentence, Linda."

Hesitatingly, "Your cock is larger than my husband's."

"We men are so preoccupied with things like this, aren't we? Of course that
was rhetorical; you needn't answer."

"Peter," he continued, "your wife is kneeling in front of me in a skimpy
pair of yellow panties and her heels, stroking my erection. Even through my
pants, I can feel how cool her palms and fingers are." There was silence for
a minute or two. Then, "I think it's time we took it out, Linda. Here, let
me help you."

My hand wandered to my crotch, pressed hard against my aching cock, then
moved away. Okay, so I was beginning to get his point.

"Yes, that's much better. Do you want to make love to me, Linda, and do you
want me to make love to you?"

Silence.

"Linda?"

Finally, almost inaudibly, "yes."

"Say the words. Words, you know, are a kind of action. A very powerful kind
of action."

"I want to make love to you and I want you to make love to me."

"Don't stop stroking it. I want to taste you, Linda. Use your left hand, put
two fingers inside of you, and put them to my lips."

I was starting to get so turned on, I was having a hard time sitting still.

"Delicious. Sweet. A honeysuckle cunt."

"Breigha, sweetheart, I think it's time that we move to the next level.
Would you be so kind as to help Peter up and bring him here? Don't stop what
you're doing, Linda. With your left hand, though, make an "O" with your
thumb and forefinger around the base of the tip. Good. Now as you stroke up
its length with your right hand, squeeze the tip with the ring you've formed
in your left, then relax it as your right hand returns to the base. Yes!
That's good. I know it's hard to get your fingers all the way around it, but
you're doing fine."

I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder. I stood, and was guided to the left
where Linda knelt between William's legs. As my forward motion was stopped,
one hand suddenly dropped from my shoulder to my crotch and firmly but
gently squeezed my penis. After William's graphic descriptions and with
little tactile stimulation, the squeeze was heavenly.

"Breigha is naughty, sometimes. I see she wants to get more involved
tonight. We'll see, darling. Now, Peter, will you please kneel behind your
wife?"

My hands were placed on Linda's warm, naked shoulders, and I knelt down
behind her.

"Good. Now spread your knees and scoot up close to her, so there's no space
between your groin and her buttocks."

I did so. Through my hands on her shoulders, I could feel a rhythmic motion
of Linda's arms. My knees brushed what I sensed to be William's spread feet,
and I jerked them closer and tightly to Linda. Still sitting on my heels, my
cock was pressed firmly against Linda's backside through my trousers.

"Are we all comfy? What a cozy little scene! Linda, you may stop working my
cock. Now lean back against your husband with your head on his shoulder,
raise your arms and place your hands on both sides of Peter's head. That's
it. Peter, Breigha and I would very much like to see you caress your wife's
breasts. Breigha, would you kneel to the side of me and continue where Linda
left off?"

As Linda complied, the position we were in forced her to arch the center of
her back forward, presenting her breasts in a graphic manner. I dropped my
hands, reached around her, and cupped her warm tits. Then, with the middle
three fingers on each hand, I massaged each breast in a circular fashion,
moving from the sides to the center, and around the erect nipples. I grasped
each nipple

between thumb and forefinger and gently pulled them outward, then rolled
them between my fingers carefully, like soft grapes. Releasing them, I
opened my hands, placed them over her nipples so they just lightly brushed
the center of my palms, and made a circular motion, gently rubbing the very
tips. Linda was breathing deeply and irregularly.

"Nipples were meant to be suckled. If you would be so kind as to present
them for me, Peter, I believe I will indulge myself."

Once again I cupped her breasts from the sides, squeezing them slightly so
the nipples stood out, and waited. I sensed motion as he leaned forward and
felt warm breath near my hands. I felt his mouth close over the tip of
Linda's left breast. A low moan came from deep in Linda's belly. Her hands
were moving through my hair, and over my ears and face. The mouth moved to
the right breast. Once again, I could feel the gentle, rhythmic tug of his
lips through her breast.

The motion stopped and I sensed him lean back. I ran my fingers again over
her now wet nipples and pinched them gently. My cock was so hard, I thought
I would explode.

"Taste is a little appreciated sense when it comes to the erotic. Since I've
already tasted your wife's sex, as well as her nipples, I'd like you and
Breigha to taste her now, Peter. Being a gentleman, I know you'd insist on
Breigha going first. Please use two of your fingers and pass them on to my
wife."

I dropped my right hand down Linda's belly, then worked them under the
elastic band of her panties. Moving through her downy pubic hair, I circled
my forefinger and middle finger down, then up into my wife's cunt. She was
absolutely drenched. Linda's body shivered as I withdrew my fingers,
deliberately rubbing them against her clitoris.

I raised my fingers from my wife's crotch, and a small hand gently grasped
my wrist and held it still. Soft and deliciously warm lips, almost like a
cunt, encircled my fingers all the way to their base. Breigha's tongue
swirled around and between them, and her mouth sucked insistently all the
way up their length. All too soon the lips retreated and were gone. My hand
was released.

"Your turn, Peter."

I repeated the ritual, this time pausing longer at Linda's clitoris. She
squirmed and shuddered as I teased her. I put my wet fingers to my lips and
tongue and tasted my wife. William was right. She was, as always, delicious.

"I believe you're getting rave reviews, Linda. I think it's time you
appreciate what the three of us have enjoyed. Peter, from the looks of how
your fingers glistened, I'm sure there's plenty left. Please assist your
wife."

For the third time, I probed my wife's vagina. Raising my fingers to Linda's
lips, she opened her mouth and took them in. As I withdrew them, her tongue
darted out and licked each finger clean.

"You may lean forward and place your hands on my cock again, Linda. Good.
Cup my balls with your left hand and gently squeeze them each time you pump
the shaft with your right. Very good. Now Peter, since you can't see this
pretty scene, I'm going to help you appreciate it fully, and to appreciate
it without your sense of sight. Remember your pledge of cooperation."

My heart was racing and it took every bit of discipline not to begin dry
humping my wife's ass.

"Place your hands on your wife's shoulders. Now I want you to follow her
arms down to the elbows. That's it. Now slowly move them along her forearms
to her wrists and finally to the tops of her hands. I want you to gently
grip your fingers around her's and experience their motion. If you should
accidentally touch me, don't worry, nothing terrible will happen to you and
no-one will think you're a bad person. Essentially, I want you to "see" your
wife jack me off through your sense of touch, to have you feel what she
feels as she services another man."

As I began to comply, my mind raced and time slowed. I fought the
conflicting emotions, searching for balance and for a harmony within myself
that would let me do this, let me do this for Linda's sake and for the sake
of my own peace of mind.

To be continued.....

WIFE 5 (5 of 6)

The scene: Blindfolded, I was kneeling on the living room floor, knees
spread, groin tight against the backside of Linda, my wife, who was also
kneeling and sitting on her heels. Linda, in turn, was kneeling between the
outstretched legs of William, who sat on our loveseat.

Now, picture this: Me, Mr. Heterosexual, was leaning forward with my arms
around my wife. My left hand was placed over Linda's left hand which
squeezed and massaged William's balls. My right hand, in turn, was placed
over her right hand as she stroked up and down the length of his cock.
Meanwhile, I was the only one fully clothed (I had NO idea what Breigha was
wearing). Such are the things my wife's fantasies are made of....

I would have been more concerned about the situation, had my cock been less
in need of attention. As it was, I don't think I ever remember having an
erection so purely HARD and urgent. At times, my fingers would slip between
Linda's fingers (accidentally!), which were slick with William's pre-cum,
and I could feel the strange sensation of touching another man's erect
penis.

"Linda, kneel up now. I want you to take the tip in your mouth and fellate
me. Peter, gently place your hands on both sides of her head."

We did as told. I could feel the motion of my wife's head as her mouth
engulfed William's cock.

"That's a pretty sight, Peter. Ruby lips in a big "O," eyes closed,
concentrating on taking as much as she can, her husband lovingly holding her
bobbing head. I wonder if she uses her tongue on the crown like this when
she sucks your cock, or if this is just for me? My god, it's heavenly."

Nearby, the everpresent sound of the camera shutter.

"Linda, keep your lips locked on the head. Now, Peter, this will be an
important watershed, but I have confidence in you. I want you to reach
around with your right hand and masturbate me. I want you to jack me off
into your wife's mouth. Don't stop until I've come and Linda has taken all
of it and swallowed. I also want you to place your left hand very lightly
and gently around the underside of her throat so you can feel her swallow,
but in any case be careful not to squeeze or press too hard. Linda, look me
in the eyes. Look nowhere else until I tell you otherwise."

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Okay, here we go. I reached around, grasped his erection, and began the
eternal ritual. He was quite large, indeed. It was coated with pre-ejaculate
and my wife's saliva. My left hand softly held the underside of Linda's warm
throat.

Each time my fingers rose to the top, they would touch my wife's clenched
lips: a soft ring of flesh capping the pole I stroked as I would want mine
stroked.

"Ah, this is exquisite. And we are so proud of Peter, aren't we, Linda? He
must love you very much. Think about this, pretty lady. Think about the two
men, one in front and one behind you, one whose cock is firmly in your
mouth, for all purposes a total stranger, and the other your husband,
carefully milking that man's sex, the tip of which you hold between your
lips. Isn't sexuality wonderful? There are so many possibilities in
life....."

As motormouth went on, I could feel his hips begin to buck up into Linda's
mouth in rhythm with my hand. Linda had begun to moan softly through her
nose, and I increased the speed and pressure of my hand.

"Don't take your eyes off mine, Linda. I want to see into your soul as I
come. You and your husband's submission and trust is very beautiful, very
erotic. As you swallow this, remember that your trust is not misplaced."

With that, William began to cum in Linda's mouth. I stroked violently up and
down his cock and at the same time gently stroked Linda's throat. I could
feel her swallowing motions as his semen went down into my wife's belly. A
few warm strands escaped onto my pumping fist.

His orgasm subsided quickly. Linda's tongue swirled around the still
engorged head and around my slippery fingers. After licking William clean,
she took my fingers and cleaned them also. I wanted, I NEEDED to fuck her,
to fuck someone. Hell, I'd have fucked the carpet on the floor at this
point.

"Thank-you, Peter. Thank-you, Linda. Peter, please forgive the poor humor in
this, but you may now kiss the bride."

Linda turned her head, and I reached around for her mouth with mine. I
tongued deeply and passionately. She tasted sweet and salty; she tasted
female; she tasted of cum and of lust.

"I'm going to nurse my scotch for a little bit, folks, and enjoy the show.
Breigha, I can see, is no longer able to operate a camera effectively,
anyway, what with one hand in her pants. Linda is not in the least bit
satisfied yet. And Peter.... well, what can I say about Peter? You look a
little peaked, there, Peter. A little horny, perhaps?"

"I've been less horny."

He chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure you have. Alright. Breigha and Linda, would you
please help Peter up and stand him in front of the fire?"

I stood and was guided to just in front of the fireplace. Soft hands turned
me so I faced the living room away from the heat of the flaming embers.

"Remove his pants and shorts. You can leave his sweater on."

One pair of hands unbuckled my belt while another lowered my zipper. My
pants were shed to my ankles and I stepped out of them. A set of nails ever
so lightly ran up and down the length and underside of my cock through my
shorts. A cool hand slipped into my shorts from behind and through the
opening for my left leg, gently caressed me, and retreated. Suddenly, I felt
lips pressing against the tip of my cock. They blew wet, hot breath which
soaked into the fabric of my shorts.

"Now the shorts, ladies. That's good. Say, Peter, it looks like you've got a
bit of an erection there. Would you turn to the side so we can get a profile
with the fire behind you? Nice. The ladies seem to appreciate it. I think
they would appreciate it even more if you did a little showing off for them.
Am I right, ladies? I thought so. Go ahead, Peter, masturbate for them.
Stroke it like your wife stroked yours the night she came home and told you
about being fucked by another man. Spread your legs further apart and stroke
it slowly for your wife and for my wife."

I reached with my right hand and began to pump my cock. Images of Linda's
"fling," of her raunchy dancing with a strange man, of sucking him in her
car, of her being fucked from behind in his apartment, and of everything
that had happened tonight sprang to mind. All my self-consciousness was
gone. There was an unbelievable feeling of release and freedom, masturbating
in the dark, to the dark, in front of strangers, in front of my wife...

"You have a sexy, masculine, well kept and well proportioned body, Peter.
I'm not saying that because I desire you, but only in admiration. We've all
tasted Linda, Peter. Now I want you to taste yourself. Squeeze the tip onto
your finger and taste it."

I complied. It tasted musky, not unpleasant, and the taste immediately went
to the back of my throat.

"Good. Now spread your feet a little bit wider, just past shoulder length,
and put your hands on your hips. Leave them there until I tell you
otherwise. Ladies, I want one of you to kneel in front of Peter and take his
cock in your mouth. I want the other to kneel behind him and to put your
tongue and lips between the cheeks of his ass. You are not to touch him with
your hands. I want you to make him cum with only your mouths. The way he
looks, it doesn't appear it will take much effort."

A brief silence, and then, like a dispensation from heaven itself, a wet
mouth closed suddenly over the tip of my cock. Warm breath between my ass
cheeks, then the almost unbearable sensation of an insistent, probing tongue
at my ass-hole. Who was who, here?

Which was Linda and which Breigha? Did it really matter? Not a damn bit.

The feel of two mouths at the same time, one suckling on my erection, the
other gently probing my anus, was unlike anything I had ever felt. A sudden
thrust of the tongue from behind, penetrating me, would send my hips
involuntarily jerking forward into the depths of the waiting mouth and
throat. I concentrated on the pure pleasure of the sensation, exquisite as
it was, and blocked all else out. My only problem was my need to
occasionally pay attention to my leg muscles and to my balance. Although I
worked out regularly, my legs seemed rubbery just now.

An orgasm began to gather deep in my gut, somewhere in my core, between the
root of my cock and my ass. It coalesced on a cliff or precipice in my soul
and I teetered at the edge, that edge of indescribable ecstacy when the
pleasure seems to be nowhere and everywhere, that brief eternity just before
we finally tip and fall into the depths of an unstoppable orgasm. And then I
came in a great tsunami of pent-up animal lust. I came in the sucking mouth,
ejaculating wave after wave of semen from deep in my testicles.

It seemed like it would never stop. I wondered briefly whether Linda or
Breigha, whoever was receiving it, was beginning to get concerned about that
possibility themselves. My knees were starting to buckle, and a hand reached
out from the woman kneeling in front of me, took my hand, and steadied me.

As the reflexive jerking of my hips and body began to subside, the lips
retreated from my still erect penis, the mouth at my ass gently kissed one
last time, and both women rose slowly. I could tell it was not my wife in
front of me. She was a bit taller than Linda and, as she pressed up against
me, I could feel her breasts were fuller and more rounded. Linda pressed
against me from behind and both women reached around me with their arms,
holding themselves and me between them. We gently rocked from side to side,
and Breigha began to kiss me lightly on my face, on my forehead, gently on
my closed eyelids, on the tip of my nose. I could feel Linda's soft, warm
breath behind my ear.

"I'm speechless," William said.

Right. And frogs aren't waterproof, I thought.

"Okay, I know what you're all thinking. So I'm never exactly speechless. But
I am deeply impressed. If you ladies would escort Peter to the couch before
he slips down between you like a wet rag, I believe he would be grateful."

They helped me to the couch and sat down beside me, cuddling like little
girls. There was silence for several minutes.

"I think it's time to put Linda in the spotlight again," William said
suddenly. "While I can only speak for myself, it looks like I've sprouted
another insistent stiffy just from watching that magnificent performance.
How about it, Peter, are you up to a little more play?"

My cock was still erect and calling for attention, had never softened a bit,
in fact.

"I believe I am, William. And I don't suppose you have anything particular
in mind, do you?"

He chuckled. "As a matter of fact..."

To be continued.......

WIFE 6 (6 of 6)

"Ladies, bring Peter with you and come stand in front of me," William said.

We rose from the couch and moved together toward William. I was stopped by
the gentle, guiding hands. Silence for a moment or two.

"Will you all kindly move so that Linda is in the center of the triad you
form. Linda, take your panties off, and hand them to your husband. Now, turn
around, spread your legs a bit, bend at the waist and place your hands on
your ankles. There, that's fine.

Can you spread your feet apart a bit more? Good. And can you comfortably
maintain that position for a little while?,"

"I think so," Linda replied.

"Peter, reach down with both your hands and spread your wife's buttocks,
please. Yes, just so. I do enjoy contemplating and enjoying a woman in this
position. It touches the sublimated animal nature in a man, and is more
primitive than face to face coupling. The spiked heels, long sculpted legs
rising to creamy tight buttocks, the pink rosebud asshole, nearly hairless,
topping a small and luscious cunt. Ah, yes. The cunt. That alter of
adolescent dreams and adult passion. How much semen in our long history has
been spilled as an offering to the cunt-dreams and obsessions of young boys?
And even as grown men, having just received the satisfaction of its
sacrament, how often does the lust, desire and even pain remind us that we
LACK a cunt around our prick, or at the end of our fingers or tongue, and
that, by god, it's time to worship again?"

"Linda, you have a cunt of great beauty. If it could speak, it would BEG to
be penetrated. It would speak of probing fingers, or of soft tongues. The
small drop of honey just here..."

Linda's entire body shivered. "Oh, god...." she moaned.

".....entwined in the soft pubic hair rising above your clitoris, speaks
plainly enough to anyone willing to listen. It tells me that you need, you
want, you must have my cock, your husband's cock, any cock inside of you.
Would you like to milk my cock with your cunt, dear Linda?"

"Yes, yes I'd like that..."

"I know you would. Peter, give me your hand."

Holding Linda's left buttock apart with my left hand, I felt William grasp
my right hand by the wrist. He guided it down and placed it into the cleft
of my wife's open buttocks. Releasing my wrist, he placed his hand on top of
mine and moved both our hands downward together, almost as one. As my middle
finger moved along the beginning of Linda's slit, his middle finger, resting
atop mine, suddenly pressed downward and both of our fingers penetrated deep
into Linda's vagina.

William spoke softly, close to my ear, but loud enough for all to hear. "To
share your loving wife with another man, as you share Linda with me, is very
beautiful, Peter. It bespeaks a profound understanding that the most
wonderful, the most loving manifestation of possession is to share. And to
share, unreservedly, what we love most teaches us the gracious lesson that
we can never really "possess" another human being, that all we can ever do
is to give, and give, and then give again. It is not a trite lesson to learn
that the more we cling to things, the more they slip away, while the more we
give things up, the more they come to us."

As he spoke, our fingers probed Linda. Together, they moved in and out,
turned about, returned, then slowly left her lubricated cunt.

"I can see Linda is getting a bit uncomfortable. You can stand up, dear.
Peter, sit here on the couch; let me help you. Now sit back and spread your
legs. Linda, get down on your knees in front of your husband and rest your
arms on his thighs."

I felt Linda's cool hands slide along the tops of my thighs. There was a
moment or two of silence. Suddenly, I felt her hands tighten and she dug her
nails into my legs. There was a deep exhalation of breath from her lips.

"My cock is buried in your wife, Peter. Linda, you can use your hands on
your husband, but not your mouth. Right now, I want to be the only one
penetrating you in any way. Breigha, please kneel behind me and caress my
buttocks."

As Linda began to masturbate me, I felt the rhythmic rocking motion, from
William's slow thrusting, being transmitted through her. Every once in a
while, William's thrusts would be more violent, and Linda would jerk
forward. The only sound, besides Linda's occasional moans and deep
breathing, was the "slap" each time his hips met my wife's buttocks.

"Linda, let go of your husband's cock, lay your head on his lap, and arch
your back downward and your hips up. Much better. Now take your right hand,
place the middle finger in your husband's mouth, and fuck him with it,
exactly like I'm fucking you. When I go deep, go deep in his mouth. When I
slow down and move it around inside, I want you to mirror it with the same
motion of your finger. I want you to fuck your husband exactly as you're
being fucked."

Linda's long finger entered my mouth, then slowly withdrew. It's tip circled
about my lips, teasingly, then suddenly penetrated as Linda jerked forward
and breathed a low "Mmmmmmm..." It went deep, to the back of my throat,
sloooowwwwwly withdrew until just the tip clung at the edge of my lips, then
penetrated again to the hilt. With her finger inserted to its full length,
she began to move the base in a large circle where my lips engulfed it. It
moved out just a bit, then began to fuck inward with the rhythmic forward
jerks of Linda's body. As Linda fucked my mouth and as William fucked Linda,
she began to mouth the raunchy obscenities I knew foretold a coming orgasm.

"Linda, as you cum with another man's cock buried in your cunt, and as you
fuck your husband's mouth, I want you to tell him that you love him, that
even though the little slit between your legs, all your lovely body, has
been given up and offered to me, that your submission and gift is really to
him."

Trying to catch her breath, between the now savage shagging of her proffered
bottom, Linda spoke to me.

"Peter....darling....I do love you. Oh, god.... He's fucking me so
hard..but... I'll always love you, Peter.... I'll always be your wife....
this has all been for you, for us.... Oh, my god... Peter, I'm cuming...."

Linda's orgasm was long and hard. She dropped both hands to my waist and
gripped me almost painfully. Her body shuddered and thrust back against
William's pumping cock, clinging to it, trying to engulf it, to open herself
totally and to give up every inch of the depth she had to offer, to pull his
penis up into the core of her belly.

Breathing heavily, her body slick with sweat and jerking with post-orgasmic
shivers, I held her head in my hands. My cock, engorged with blood and
heavy, lay beneath her heaving chest. I felt William lean forward and gently
kiss the top of her head, then quietly disengage. There was silence for few
moments.

"Try to rise, Linda. We have the last chapter to write together, the one you
specifically requested. Breigha darling, bring the cream, please."

I felt Linda rise unsteadily. There was movement to my left, then Breigha
knelt on the couch beside me. After a brief pause, two cool hands, coated
with soft cream, circled my cock. They worked up the base to the tip,
smearing the cream around every inch of my hard-on. As the fingers worked,
William talked.

"As Breigha has her fun... please, let's not get too carried away, dear;
Peter doesn't look like he has a lot of self-control left.... let me tell
you what is happening, Peter. I'm standing behind your wife, my friend, my
hands around her front and in her crotch, playing with that sweet cunt I
just fucked, my cock rubbing up into the crack of her ass. Oooh, Linda,
dear! I guess you could say she's doing the rubbing, Peter! Anyway, her
hands are reaching around behind us and she's massaging my ass cheeks. We're
both watching Breigha's handiwork and your commendable efforts to keep from
cumming. Tell me, Linda, how would you like to have a seat on Peter's creamy
pole?"

"I think I'd like that."

"I think you'd both like that. Let's accommodate your husband. Please spread
your legs a bit, Peter."

I felt Linda move between my legs as she placed both palms on my knees.

"Scoot forward a bit, Peter. There, that's good. Lower yourself a little,
Linda. Here, let me hold your ass cheeks open. Breigha, kindly guide Peter."

As Breigha held my cock, Linda lowered her ass onto me. Anal sex had been a
turn on for me as long as I could remember, but Linda had been sensitive
there and seemed to enjoy it only rarely. Accordingly, we indulged
occasionally, but not as often as I would have liked.

As the tip touched her, she stopped. Then, slowly, she let her weight press
down. Just at the point where I thought Breigha must be mis-aiming, the head
pushed through the tight ring of her anus and entered smoothly. Linda
inhaled sharply then let out a throaty groan. Slowly, ever so slowly, she
settled down and down, down the length of my cock, taking every inch until I
felt William's fingers, holding her buttocks, rest on my lap. As his fingers
pulled out from between us, she finally let her full weight rest on me, and
was now impaled totally.

"A woman taking a large and erect cock fully in the ass is a marvelous
sight, Linda. Breigha and I would enjoy the view better, though, if you
would lean back against your husband's chest. That's better. Now put your
feet up and on top of his knees. William, spread your legs wider."

We did as asked. I could imagine the scene: my cock buried in my wife's ass,
leaning back, her legs spread and her feet resting on my knees, her sex open
and soaked above the stretched, full anus. William's voice suddenly came
from near my ear, just behind the couch.

"Breigha, please kneel down in front of them and use your tongue to good
advantage. Peter, I want you and Linda to relax, and enjoy my wife's
attention. In the meantime, I'm going to reach down here over your shoulder,
take your wife's hips, and move her up and down your cock. Please let me do
the work, Peter. I like to think that I will be fucking your wife in the ass
with your cock. It's a good thing you're so petite, Linda. This might have
been interesting, otherwise."

As Breigha's tongue swirled around my balls, the place where Linda and I
were joined, and my wife's cunt, I felt William's arms reach down over my
shoulders from behind, and his hands grasp Linda's hips. Slowly, the tight
ring gripping my cock rose up to the tip, hesitated, then descended. Linda
gasped as she was once again impaled on my probing penis.

"It is the most incredible sensation to be fucked in the ass, is it not,
Linda? There is no other feeling of "fullness" and penetration that
approaches it. To submit to an ass-fuck is to be truly opened, possessed and
owned. Watching your husband's cock slide up between your cute, dimpled ass
cheeks is a sublime picture, I can assure you. And to have others watch your
submission and penetration, to have strangers witness this offering of the
most intimate and private part of your body to a man and to the phallus, is
truly sweet and decadent, yes?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, it is."

Breigha suddenly probed with her finger at my ass, then slowly insinuated it
deep into my rectum, turned it around, then withdrew it. Returning again,
she began to fuck my ass with the full length of her digit while continuing
to tongue the underside of my testicles. Meanwhile, William had begun to
raise and lower Linda, the ring of her stretched rectum sliding up to the
tip and back to the base, the movement regular and smooth. I could tell
being man- handled and lifted like a child by William was turning Linda on
even more. She moaned each time, at the top, as the tip nearly pulled free,
only to have her body lowered once again.

I lowered my hand and felt my balls, pushed three fingers into Breigha's
mouth, moved up and felt my creamy cock and the juncture where my wife and I
were intimately joined, the almost obscenely stretched ring of her anus,
full now and easily accepting the fuck, then moved up and plunged into her
cunt, retreated and centered finally on the little nib of her clitoris.

As I masturbated my wife the way I know she loves, I had a sudden epiphany.
I imagined that William was masturbating me, using my wife's ass and body to
jack me off. The thought passed quickly and was obliterated by the pure
pleasure of the many sensations: Breigha's slightly painful but very erotic
probing of my ass, her tongue on my full testicles, my wife's tight ass-hole
sliding almost magically up and down the full height of my rigid pole, her
warm breath and animal moans low in my ear, her fingers in my hair. Sensing
we were close, William had begun to raise and lower Linda more quickly,
nearly slamming her down on my lap, fucking her in the ass with my cock.

As Linda's orgasm peaked, her body writhing in pleasure and pushing her
pelvic bone and clitoris hard against my frigging fingers, her anus
clenching and unclenching, I shot my semen into her ass. I arched my back
and rammed upwards as deeply as I could into her ruined bottom. She screamed
once, loudly, as every muscle in her body tensed and shivered. As we both
came, William reached around from behind and gently, lovingly, cupped both
our foreheads in his warm hands. Breigha had knelt up and was stroking
Linda's belly and breasts, occasionally planting light kisses on the insides
of my thighs.

It was in this way that time stood still, or so it seemed. The last few
waves of orgasm so slowly dissipated that I do not remember when I finally
realized that it was over, what may have been many minutes or hours later,
and came awake as if from a dream. I do not remember the demarcation between
"orgasm" and "no more orgasm." I only remember the four of us frozen like
that for what seemed like hours, dreamily stroking and being stroked,
neither Linda nor I attempting to remove my semi-erect cock from her rectum,
and both of us running our hands up and down our sweaty bodies, kissing like
teenagers, feeling the dreamy touch of strangers everywhere.

Just barely, I remember William and Breigha dressing, hugging us, saying
their final goodbyes, and the blindfold being removed. I remember, in the
hazy red glow of nearly dead embers, seeing my wife for the first time in
hours, her hair akimbo, face flushed and anxious, full of life and love and
wanting everything to be alright. We slept what was left of that night on
the living-room floor, arms and legs entwined within a soft comforter,
wrapped around us like a womb.

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Saturday, I rose before Linda, showered and began to make her favorite
breakfast of sourdough pancakes. I squeezed some fresh orange juice, and
sliced a few avocados that we would dip in the cream cheese I was softening.

I heard the shower begin running and knew Linda had risen. She soon shuffled
bleary-eyed into the kitchen, staring at the little feast I had prepared,
and sat her pretty little behind at the dinette. Her hair was still wet from
the shower and she wore my red bathrobe tucked around her like a large tent.

"It rises, it moves, it appears hungry.... Dare I feed it?"

"It gets fed, or it inserts an avocado pit in your left nostril," she said
grinning.

"Oooooooh. Scary."

I produced the sourdough flapjacks with a flourish, then grabbed the maple
syrup I had warmed. I sat down and we enjoyed the breakfast for a few
minutes in silence.

"You know I've got a thousand questions I want to ask you," I started
suddenly. "Like how you met this William and Breigha, what you told them,
how you set this all up, etc. Oh, and by the way, is this the end of your
fantasy? This multi-part fantasy stuff is okay, but it's a double-edge
sword, you know. MY turn is coming up and you know how much I thrive on
precedents. When are we getting the pictures? How do we know they aren't
keeping copies? What did they look like? How old were they? Jesus, did you
believe the ego of that guy? God, you were sexy as hell. Babe, I REALLY had
a good time, but I was wondering what...."

Linda suddenly put her hand up in exasperation.

"Look, sweetheart, we can talk about all this later. Right now, I can tell
you that I've pretty much shot my fantasy wad, at least for a while. It's
your turn, dear husband. Now let me eat my pancakes in peace, okay?" she
said with a smile.

"Okay, okay... I just want you to know that you're not making it easy to top
you!"

Linda looked up and narrowed her eyes. "This is a COMPETITION? Fine. Just
fine. Remember, though, that YOU brought it up. I can whip your ass at
anything I set my mind to, including scrabble."

"Hey, wait a minute, it's not my fault. It's all that goddamn testosterone
sloshing around in my blood. You know how it goes..."

"Yeah, I know, you're nothing but a big, walking testes with a dick for a
nose. Well, I'm ready for whatever YOUR puny little "perverted" brain can
come up with, husband of mine!" Linda said with an evil grin and a twinkle
in her eye. She got up from the chair, kissed me on the forehead and
sashayed out of the kitchen.

I nibbled the corner of a half-eaten, soggy pancake and weighed the 50 or 60
different ideas I'd been storing up for the last 30 years or so. Yeah, I
think I could top her. But not in the way she may THINK I would try to top
her.

As all the scenarios unfolded in my mind like a cheaply wrapped package, my
dick stood to attention. I started to load the dishwasher (remembering to
rinse them first). Life is so full of possibilities....
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