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down at the junction of skirt hem and the skin of her inner thighs. A lot of inner thigh. Kathy watches his eyes as he enjoys the view she created just for him. Adding this to all that other, and she is growing hot.

Kathy has three features that most notice. Her nose has that bit of upturn folks call a ski jump nose. Where some of her classmates in high school had that look delivered by skilled surgeons, hers came naturally. And in profile, her breasts share that shape as her nipples are aimed slightly above the horizon. As breasts go, some say that more than a handful is a waste, so Kathy has a little waste. She has never noticed anyone who considers her appearance a waste, however. She cannot remember any time when a man had not noticed her chest. She comes by those lovely breasts naturally, also.

When Kathy arrives at Dr. Caslick’s office this morning she first detours into the restroom to doublecheck her look. She uses little makeup, only a touch of lip color and she darkens her eye lashes, because they came from the manufacturer blonde, too. She makes sure her bladder will be empty, and then removes her panties and stuffs them into her purse. She tugs up the waist on her skirt just a little bit more. More legs to show, and less skirt to conceal her down there. It’s the little things a girl can do to keep a guy interested. This gives Kathy that little “thrill” in her groin. Naughty girl.

The fabric of her blouse, white, is sheer and nearly transparent. She checks in the mirror for the view of her nipples through the fabric. Yeah, can’t miss them. Perfect. The blouse came with quite a gap above the top button. She smiles about that. Then she opens that top button to enhance the view even more, opening the gap to the bottom of her breasts when she moves just right. About any angle nets a view of soft white skin on her breasts, with the nipple bonus when she bends forward far enough.

Seems she can also wear this blouse at work because of the French. The French came up with the names: camisole, brassiere, and décolletage. Armed with a modest bra and a camisole she could wear this see through blouse at work. Today, she left the bra and camisole home, but she retains serious décolletage. Bending over in front of the mirror, she assured herself that the show must go on. Say hello to my nipples.

When she first enters the room, Kathy looks around, of course. The window view is lovely, the desk and chair over there, and that drape is spectacular. She is pacing, driven by nerves. Now it dawns on her that a bed hides behind the drape. A bed. Damn, a bed. For her and him. What am I doing? This is getting real. But no other thing in her existence excites her like watching him. Her body wants him. She paces around the room. Can’t stop. Her body trembles with excitement. Her head is spinning. She is nervous, but that doesn’t explain all these feelings. What she actually is, is horny…. horny beyond her belief, driving her total existence right now. She has wanted to fuck Rich since the first day she saw him, over two years ago. She has wanted to fuck him every time… She watches him at their health club, sweating at tennis, lifting in the weight room, and climbing out of the pool in those speedos. He sure fills out those speedos…

Rich gives her the friendly greeting hug when she enters the room, and she takes the opportunity to rub her breasts against him. Jolt of pleasure. Now he hands her a full glass of white wine. Two “sips” drain the glass. This will help with her nerves. Relax her, he hopes. Rich admires her beauty. And yep, those are her tits. She has put them on display for him. Wow!!! His excitement rises, with another part of him as well.

He began to plan for this appointment a week ago in his office when she told him she wanted to have sex with him. Normally a therapist would walk away from this offer from a patient, but he is a licensed sex therapist and surrogate, so he can legally grant her wish. Heck, he has wanted her since the first time he saw her in her leotards at the club. So no hesitation. She may have her wish. This is going to be fun for him also.

Kathy looks up into Rich’s face as he hovers over her. Like a good compass, predictably his eyes go due north, in this case, to her chest. So yeah, she bends over a bit to smooth her skirt, hoping her blouse will gap open. She figures he will get the intended show. Her blouse front does open for him. The realization of what she is doing sends a jolt up her spine, and that bit of queasiness settles into her belly. She also notices the heat and the wet building in her pussy.

Rich turns and steps back to the desk, where he settles in by leaning against it, eyes locked on her. He is leering blatantly now, up and down her body. Kathy is not hiding that she also is checking out his body. He is “her type”, deep brown hair, a bit shaggy. Tall and rugged looking, with a 5 o’clock shadow this morning, wearing a black silk shirt, gray slacks, no socks in his loafers. Kathy’s eyes go to the bulge in his pants, which has been growing as she watches. So he is thinking about her, too. Her eyes stay there for a while. A shudder runs through her, the goose bumps erupt on her arms, her breathing deepens so that her breasts rise and fall, lightly brushing her nipples with the fabric of her blouse with every breath, like the tender fingertips of an attentive lover. The heat is building in her.

Seems now the heat in the whole room is rising, and both feel it across the 5 foot gap between chair and desk. Kathy grabs the wine glass and gulps it down. Trying to set down the empty glass her hand is shaking, so the glass rattles against the wood.

“Are you OK Kathy?”

“I will be.”

Rich takes the hint. He steps over to stand above her again, nearly touching her legs. Kathy’s eyes lock on where the bulge in his pants looms right in front of her eyes. She could reach out and grab it. Her hands rise as if to do just that, but he takes her hands instead, into his, and with a tug she begins to move toward him, across the bulging seat cushion. Skin sticks to the leather. Lift your legs. Her legs need to spread to clear his as she gets closer. She wiggles side to side so she can slide to the edge of the cushion. Her skirt of course doesn’t want to leave the chair and it begins to climb up her legs. All the way up. Ends up scrunched just enough. Kathy removes her eyes from the bulge in Rich’s pants and she checks out her legs. Geeze, I’m showing my pussy to this guy! Exciting!

“Oh, my lady. You forgot your knickers.”

“They just get in the way.”

Cute.

She leaves her legs open, her knees leaning out. She can feel the cool room air brushing over her moist pussy. She can feel his eyes on her. He sees where her moisture is already lightly coating her inner thighs, and glistening on her labia. Her blonde hair there is trimmed short, into a triangle landing strip for bikini wear. He licks his lips.

“Geez girl, you look good enough to eat.”

“Nothing stopping you…”

Rich lifts Kathy up to her feet, with her arms now over her head. His right leg is a step in front giving her something to straddle as she presses her breasts into his chest. Her arms now wrap around Rich’s neck. As a gentleman should, he tightens his thigh muscles so she has a firm area upon which to rub herself. She takes full advantage, sliding her pussy along the soft fabric of his pants, successfully starting the fire within without needing a match. Oh, that feels good. His hand is on the small of her back pressing her into him, helping.

Now he is cupping her face between two hands to kiss first her forehead, and then as her eyes close, tenderly on her eyelids. The first mouth kiss is more of a tease. The second is for real. Her soft groans are blended into the open mouth tongue duel as he ingests her with more and wilder kisses. She almost melts when he shifts his lips to her neck, under her ears and then her throat. She switches to open mouth breathing, with those little gasps and squeaky noises.

Rich lets his fingers slide down the front of Kathy’s shoulders to her chest, the backs of his fingers tracing ever so lightly across the soft fabric. The two ski jumps get his attention next, fingers lightly progress down each breast, seeking the peaks. Imagine her reaction as she impatiently waits for his fingers to reach her nipples. The backs of fingers slide over soft fabric, over turgid nipples, along with fingertip and fingernail strokes across her soft breast skin. This causes the electric strike down her spine. Goose bumps. Tickle as torture. And finally, handfuls of breast massage. Kathy is soaring.

Rich reaches for some buttons but she beats him to them. Her blouse sails away. She can now lean back, with her clit still occupied on his leg, and offer up her breasts for his enjoyment. Party time for both. What a view. He likes to suck on nipples. Kathy writhes in pleasure. While sucking on one nipple his hand slides down the skin of her back, over a wadded up skirt, down to her butt, light touches that tickle as he turns the corner where cheek meets thigh. She shudders. Kathy still leans against Rich’s thigh so her clit enjoys continuous pressure. One finger falls into her vagina, then the second. She notices. Stir things up a little. Suck harder on the nipple. Fingers in and out, then faster, and then jack hammer. This, on top of her raging desire…Both contestants enjoy her first orgasm as he holds her up on his leg.

She shudders back to consciousness, then Kathy looks to her right to where her husband, Frank, is sitting in the other easy chair. He leans over, watching this all unfold.

Frank smiles, and gives her a thumbs up.

Rich asks again, “you still ok?”

“Oh yeah!”

This is as far as Kathy had gone with the guy on the ship. He had her heated up with his two fingers playing inside her. Not since those two creepy guys at the party has a man other than her husband taken her past this point. Time to end that drought.

Rich does what he is supposed to do, according to the plan, to make sure she is still willing and eager.

“I can stop any time….”

“NO, you can’t. I’m having too much fun.”

Kathy drops her poor skirt over by her blouse. A blow to its self esteem, no longer wanted nor needed. It will bounce back some day. Kicks off her shoes. Now all she is wearing are tan lines and a smile. Appropriately, she feels very naked, standing in full view in front of this man. Briefly reminds her of the time in the changing room at the pool, where all the girls knew where the hole was in the wall, where the guys could watch, and the girls could choose whether to turn their backs, or show the guys. And naked, she turned to face the hole. The hole was dark, so somebody there. What she felt inside that day, was different for her, but good. Just like now.

Kathy knows what she wants next, and that includes getting Rich naked, too. She has fun removing his shirt. Rich enjoys watching, her hands busy with his buttons, her breasts hovering behind, my gawd those nipples, a bit of jiggle, the intent look on her face. Her hands explore him, racing across the skin of his chest, then the light fingernail tickle of his nipples. Kathy kisses and then sucks a bit on the left one. Next, she needs to wrap a hand around his swollen cock, through the thin fabric of his pants. Oh yeah. Suddenly, motivated, she is rushing. She manages his belt and the hook holding his pants. Kathy has often seen Rich in his Speedos at the club pool, so his muscular torso is familiar, but that one unknown chunk of anatomy remains. So the zipper drops, and she tugs down, leaving her on her knees. Rich steps out of his pants, and his cock is swinging around in front of her face. Nice cock, she thinks. In reality, only number seven in her life. As good as she had hoped. I wonder how he tastes…

But first, she conducts a thorough exam with both hands, cupping Rich’s cock like a fine statue, stroking him, squeezing, raising it out of the way to fondle his balls. Sure, why not? So she licks his balls. His groan rewards her. Oh look, a clear drop on the tip of his cock. I bet it is slippery. Finger paint the head of his cock with his own stuff and just one fingertip. Drive him a little crazy this way. OK, maybe a little past crazy. Now tease him with your tongue, Kathy…..just the head for maximum effect, lick the rim at its base, and maybe starting at the base of his cock next to his balls, licking up, up, up until he is trembling. Now you are a bass and his cock is a bait fish. Open mouth wide. Listen to his sudden deep inhale as your lips surround the head of his cock for a bit before taking in all of him she can handle.

Interesting perspective from Frank’s chair as his naked wife ingests Rich’s cock. Her tits really are spectacular, but her enthusiasm is what shines. She really enjoys this.

Rich looks down into Kathy’s eyes which are looking up as she sucks his cock. She knows what she is doing. And she has stamina. Her breasts are dragging nipples across the skin of his thighs and her arms have snaked around him so she can grab some firm butt cheeks while entertaining his cock. Let’s see what happens when Kathy lets her hands slip down until they meet the backs of his thighs, and then wiggle between his thighs across the sensitive skin between his butt hole and scrotum, so they can tickle the back of his ball sack, while she is sucking his cock. That did the trick. Suddenly Rich is going to cum, and this is not the time for that. So Kathy just stops. Everything. Stops, until he can catch himself. And that is a groan he lets loose.

“You little vixen, you. Come here!”

Rich easily picks her up, and turning, sets her down on the desk, easing her over until he is resting Kathy on her back, with her butt right on the edge, legs splayed apart. Enjoy the view, Rich. Doesn’t get any better than this. His arms under her legs, he raises them so her thighs split further apart and rise over his shoulders, leaving no defense for her pussy. Not that it wants any…… But he leaves her pussy aching there as he nuzzles her inner thighs up to the cleft next to her labia, kissing and licking just next to her poor lonely pussy. She gyrates around trying to direct his tongue into her pussy but he is on to her tricks, and makes his little vixen suffer for a brief eternity. It’s all in fun, but he is getting even for her last at bat.

“You bastard!!!! Lick my pussy!!!”

Sly smile. Rich looks up past her blonde bush, a bit of twitching belly muscle, two breasts, a chin, and finally her eyes. Kathy is set on simmer, her body craving the next sensations and prepped for the next orgasm. He plants his tongue on her clit before flicking it around so that she can scream into another orgasm. His finger tips press down on her just above her pubic bone while he sucks her clit between his lips, trapping it for his tongue, which is working the speed bag on it. You can make an orgasm last until infinity this way; and he does.

A woman’s orgasms can be measured by quantity or quality. This quality orgasm leaves her a jelly fish washed up on a sunny beach. She can’t move, and she has no bones, and no way could she ever feel better. Frank stands by her side, holding her hand. Kathy is bathed in perspiration, her skin blazing red, her mouth open because she needs air and her body needs to let out some of the ecstasy. Her eyes open but he doubts she will remember seeing him.

So, of course, Rich stands up between her legs, lays her heels on his shoulders and he feeds his cock into her, mercilessly. Yeah, she feels this. It fills her. She can’t move. All she can do is enjoy. It seems that nothing in her body works, except the center of her universe, into which Rich is pounding with his cock. Standing next to the desk, Frank had been waiting to see how he would react to watching another guy’s cock entering his wife. Seems he finds it quite stimulating. Instantly Kathy is speaking in tongues, her breaths coming like storm waves hitting the beach, her head flailing back and forth, her eyes out of focus, her breasts jerking with each thrust. Electricity races through her entire body. Oh gawd! It’s just so good…Takes a little more time, but Rich is feeling the explosion building throughout his entire body, and he holds it back, but he cannot stop ramming his cock in and out of her. Amazingly, Kathy can still feel his balls pounding against her butt hole, which she also likes, so she overlooks none of the available sensations.

Remember in the movie when the lightning struck the antenna on the roof of the castle during the storm, and the lights flashed, the instruments all exploded, and the sparks flew about the laboratory and the mad scientist cried out, “He’s alive, he’s alive!!!!”? Well that’s when Rich looses a lake of cum into her, somehow remaining standing, and it runs out and down the side of the desk. Kathy screams with her own explosion, and Rich growls and cries out, and Frank, standing beside his wife, just goes, “wow”.

Kathy is motionless on the desk, silly smile in place. Red skin. Sweat. Panting. Nipples erect. Pussy alternating clench and gap. Rich hits the button that retracts the curtain, revealing a king size bed. Frank easily lifts Kathy, his love, into his arms, and they head toward the bed. Rich, looking over his shoulder as he walks away, offers this,

“She’s all yours, Frank. Just pull the door shut when you leave.”

Kathy perks up immediately, to her husband and her love, and after she sucks him into service mode, she mounts him as he lays on his back. They fuck their brains out. And she rides him into the sunset.

And yeah, Kathy’s and Frank’s lives get even better after this… but that is another story.

Turning back the clock, for every story begins somewhere….

It’s a typical early summer mid-week afternoon at the mall. A small round table, next to the waist high wall that surrounds the food court, provides a handy perch for man watching. All manner of folks walk past, some more interesting than others. The young ladies sitting around the table are all 18-19 years old, recently graduated from the local high school, and very interested in men. Some might say, obsessed. They are mostly interested in the males of the species older than high school and younger than the oh-my-gawd yuck old farts anywhere north of 30. Everybody older than 30 looks the same, totally lacking in anything interesting. Ah, the wisdom of 18 years on this earth.

The indoor mall is busy. Families walk past, with little kids sometimes. No interest there. The various women walking past are potential competition, so scorn them. The single guys fall into two categories, gaggles of loud idiots, and the potentially interesting ones who pass by in ones and twos. These gals can be nasty when warranted, but mostly they are eager to window shop men, as none are in any version of a relationship right now. So they judge the desirable and apply a score of 1-10, arbitrarily based upon personal preferences.

Two of the gals, Sarah and Ann, are quite representative of the bulk of their former classmates. Both dated regularly in high school, had gone steady a few times, and now they are fairly popular with the guys and date often, because they have demonstrated their enthusiasm in bed. Sarah is chemically blonde, uses far too much makeup and fake eyelashes, ridiculous crippling fingernails, and favors push up bras and open top buttons on her blouses. No guy ever noticed the color of her eyes. Ann has turned her hair some bizarre version of blue not found in nature, matched by her lipstick, and she has one of those rings in her nose that makes her look like a bull down on the farm. She goes for the look that men think shows she is fool enough to fuck anybody. But if you don’t advertise, ya can’t sell, and she is on the market.

Kathy is the odd one out. She is first and foremost a student, and although pretty she attracted little attention from the guys in high school, because she didn’t flirt, didn’t dance, and didn’t go to parties. And she still doesn’t. Socially, she is invisible. Her girlfriends all know that not one guy has yet convinced her to give up her cherry. For some reason, young women often keep track of such statistics.

And then there is Sue. Once asked by a therapist if she was sexually active, she replied, “Active? Hell, I’m overbooked and overwhelmed”. She dates a lot. Sue has, what the other girls’ mothers detest, a reputation. She got an early start, hit her stride quickly, and is showing no signs of slowing down. Rumor has it that she joined some contest on line, gals counting their “hook-ups”, and she is nearing triple digits. Some of those same rumor spreaders insist that she has sent off a demo tape to the folks who feature on line videos of college girls, uh, exercising their first amendment body rights with well endowed smiling men.

Anyway, Kathy is watching her friends judging male bodies. They are getting rather excited over just a few of the guys. And she wonders, why. What’s the big deal?

A guy dressed western, with boots, tight jeans, hat, and colorful shirt, stops right in front of the girls, to bend over to look thru the window into the shop that sells western boots. Sara gives his rear end a “10”. Ann gives her an elbow. Lot’s of giggles around the table.

Most of the “10’s” awarded that day just confuse Kathy. What’s all this fuss about “packages”? The women passing by are actively shopping and all carry packages, but hardly any of the guys…. Kathy doesn’t get it, at first. That brings forth giggles, too. Leave it to Sue to shut down the giggles. Sue has long been the source for continuing education among these friends when it comes to men and sex. She is the seer sitting on the mountain top. And she is somewhat protective of Kathy when the other girls get catty.

“Kathy, they are talking about men’s packages, that bulge in their pants where they store all the important stuff, ya know, like big cocks.”

More giggles. Kathy of course is embarrassed, again. But who looks at a man’s crotch? Really, is that a thing? Sure, Kathy knows that some of the gals stuff tissue paper into their bras to enhance their “outlines”. Why, some sitting right here at this table have done this. Ann comes to mind. That’s because all the guys look at our chests. Heck, guys that have no interest in meeting her still always stare at Kathy’s chest. Always have. Most of them will never notice her pretty blue eyes. Not her fault. That’s their problem.

“So do guys stuff something into their pants so the girls will stare at them?”

“Ah, no Kathy…..that’s real. Sheeze.”

Ann has a problem understanding Kathy. Other things Kathy does, or doesn’t do, mystify Ann.

“So Kathy, America needs to know….You went out with Glen last weekend. Did you finally get him into bed?”

“No, of course not!”

“You got him off, right? Did he get you off?”

“No, and no. And it’s none of your business.”

“Well, you at least gave him a blow job, right?”

“No!”

“Did you do anything with him? Anything…you know, fun?”

“Well I did let him kiss me, and he played with my breasts. He un-did the buttons to open my blouse and he could see my bra. That was kinda fun. When he put his hand on my leg, I told him to stop. Then he got real mad and he left.”

Sarah joined the inquisition. “Kathy, have you ever had a guy ask you out more than once?”

“No. And now I don’t think Glen will either…… He called me a cock teaser.”

“Well, DUH! Nobody is gonna ask you out if you don’t put out. And you are missing so much fun. It’s crazy.”

Sue spoke up. “Kathy, have you ever even been naked with a guy? At least let him take off your bra?”

“No”

“How often do you masturbate? Do you always get off?”

“What?”

Sue injects herself into this conversation.

“Kathy, we gotta talk. Are you busy Friday night?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, it’s time for you to go back to school. My date cancelled. Wrecked his car and he is in the hospital. Before I call around for another date, let’s you and me spend some time. So my house, 7 o’clock. OK? My folks are gone for the week and the liquor cabinet is not locked. Wear a nice skirt and blouse, OK? And bring an open mind.”

Friday night. Kathy rings the bell at the stroke of 7 and Sue leads her into the family room. On the coffee table by the couch sits the bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.

“You like tequila?”

“I don’t know.”

“This is pretty good shit. Just taste it.”

Kathy sniffs the glass, and then touches the liquid with her tongue. She grimaces.

“That’s not how you taste tequila. Here….”

Sue slams one and then refills her shot glass. Then she just stares at Kathy. A moment of hesitation, and Kathy swallows the whole thing. Wam!! This stuff burns like it was heated on the stove, and then the wave of warmth spreads throughout her body, Sue refills her glass.

“Again”

Kathy swallows number two. She has never drank alcohol either. Not long after this the giggles begin, of course. Inhibitions leave. Suddenly it doesn’t taste that bad.

Sue picks up the remote and fires up the flat screen on the wall across from the couch. A video comes on. A room full of women sitting on couches scattered around, clapping in unison, and they are loud. A good looking guy is dancing, sort of, with a lot of strutting and wiggling in front of the cheering women. Two hands to his waist, and with a flip he rips off his pants as they split their entire length. More cheers. Kathy’s eyes go from confused to REALLY confused.

This handsome guy suddenly is romping around in a room full of loud women, well muscled, skin looking like it has been oiled, and all he is wearing is a string around his waist with this sorta bag hanging down, entirely holding but not at all hiding his… his penis and stuff. And he is flaunting this right in the faces of the women sitting on couches. What the heck? Sue passes the third shot of tequila to Kathy, who without taking her eyes off the screen, absentmindedly slugs it down. Her brain is feeling kinda fuzzy by now, but her eyes are wide open, as is her mouth. Clearly, Kathy has never before seen anything like this.

The dancer moves from couch to couch, offering up any and all that the ladies want to grope or stroke. Hands course over his chest, legs, muscular rear, and often ‘accidentally’ stroking the bag and its contents. At some point, that string, which clearly is not rated for strength, gives up, and one lady plucks off the bag and tosses it away. Now as the man flaunts himself before the ladies, he is wagging his cock around. Hands reach out for it, holding it, stroking it, squeezing it. Like the national debt, it grows before their very eyes. In this department, his guy has real talent.

Kathy just stares. This is nothing like that line drawing in their sex ed class back in junior high. Nothing…. His penis is huge! And they expect that somehow that can go into a woman? How? Where? Why? When Sue hands her the shot glass again, she drinks it without thinking. Kathy watches without even blinking. And her brain, albeit a bit befuddled, is empty of any thoughts except for that in front of her.

As Kathy watches, women are stroking that penis, and when the can of whipped cream appears, they happily lick it off his cock. Shortly after, they are kissing his cock without the whipped cream. And then full on sucking of cock with of course a close up view on camera. Suddenly breasts are spilling out of ladies tops. The dancer is groping and kissing tits now. This is crazy!!

Out of the corner of her eye, Kathy sees Sue, and she has removed her blouse and bra. She is rubbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Sue has what they call a voluptuous body, with prodigious breasts. Sue turns toward her, reaches out and begins to squeeze Kathy’s breast. It takes a moment, but this feels good. Through the buzz in Kathy’s confused brain, the waves of pleasure begin to take over. She is watching the naked man putting his penis into one mouth after another….. and fingers are doing her nipples. What is that wet I’m feeling down there?

I think I’m drunk.

By the time the dancer begins to bend over one woman, flipping her skirt up over her back, and tugging down the thong she is barely wearing, Kathy looks down to notice that her own blouse is off and her bra gone, and Sue is sucking on her nipples. The thunder of pleasure fills her. Fascinated by looking at the man’s huge penis actually disappearing into the bent over woman from behind, who clearly is benefitting from this, Kathy feels finger tips sliding up under her skirt, tracking along the skin, sending shots of electricity up her spine as they reach the very edge of her panties. Oh gawd that feels good!

Kathy is in a daze and doesn’t realize it when she slides across the couch a bit, spreads her legs, and welcomes Sue’s fingers to the soggy cloth panty barely containing her pussy. Pulled to the side, the cloth becomes irrelevant as fingers find all the good stuff under there. Kathy discovers she has a clit and the various nerve endings near there. A wave of indescribable pleasure has her body leaving her control, bending and writhing and trying to force herself onto Sue’s hand as her thighs grip that hand in a vice. And then Sue is licking her pussy, and oh my gawd it is wonderful and her body explodes again. Somebody is making all that noise spilling from her mouth. On the flat screen the lady seems to be doing the same thing while the dancer fills her with cock and joy.

A new dancer appears as the combination of tequila and her first orgasms take over and Kathy falls asleep on the couch. Sue straightens Kathy’s panty, and pulls her skirt into a more proper place. She leaves the blouse nearby for when Kathy awakes. The bra is lost somewhere.

Some time later, the door bell rings, jarring Kathy back into reality. Sitting up, she hears a man’s voice talking with Sue. Oh shit!! It’s Glen! She is of course still naked above her waist. Can’t find her bra, but the blouse is hurriedly donned, except for that pesky top button. She glances down and can’t tell if her nipples show through the fabric. The two nipples are there pressing up the fabric, but she thinks she is OK otherwise. Arms folded over her chest, she waits for those two to come into the room.

“Hey girl, you decent?”

“Yes”

Sue comes in first, followed by Glen. He is smiling until he sees Kathy sitting there. The smile leaves.

“What the fuck is she doing here?”

Then he looks at the flat screen and notes that the porn is still playing, with a naked pretty boy getting his cock sucked by a lady whose tits are hanging out. His jaw drops.

“What are you guys watching?”

“Oh, just some eye candy for us naughty little girls.”

“Ummm, looks like fun.”

Sue responds, “I’ll show you what we call fun.” Sue grabs his hand and tugs him over to the couch, planting his butt down between the two of them. Sue hands him a shot glass of tequila and tells him to slam it down, because he has some catching up to do. Sue grabs one, too. Watching them, so does Kathy. Meanwhile the loud sounds of professional cock sucking flow from the video.

Kathy is still tingling from her first ever orgasms, and this modifies her opinion of Glen. He is kinda cute, and something new is smoldering in her belly as she contemplates the man in him. When Sue leans in to kiss him, Kathy watches closely. Then, it is Kathy’s turn, and she tries to lay a little kiss on him, but when Sue puts her hand on the back of Kathy’s head, it turns things into a more passionate event. Her breasts brush against his chest. Kathy notices this, and likes it. She also sees Glen’s eyes lock onto her breasts. She suddenly feels warm inside, and it’s different from the tequila. She looks down, and to her surprise, her nipples are looking back. Oh well…. that horse has left the barn already. So she downs another shot of tequila. This is fun.

Now it is time for Sue and Kathy to take turns undoing the buttons on Glen’s shirt. When the last button has lost its hold, Kathy grabs the two sides and flings them open to reveal his chest. This becomes an event. She cannot suppress her excitement. Her hands roam all over the available muscles and skin, and then remembering how her nipples responded to Sue’s caress, she applies some to his. Glen moans. Glen returns the favor by wrapping one hand around her right breast, and squeezing. That is one deep intake of breath she takes in. But it is Sue who leans in to undo Kathy’s buttons. This opens up the view of her lovely breasts. Glen grins, and Kathy does also. She is now feeling warm all over. Sue then loses her blouse and bra too. Now Glen has four to savor.

Keeping the momentum going, which is always fun with sex, Sue grabs Kathy’s hands again and they set to Glens belt, button, and zipper. Kathy learns that the tugging off of jeans is fun. Glen’s cock flops out, and it grows in celebration. Sue kneels between his legs and her mouth finds Glen’s cock. She clearly enjoys doing this to a guy, and the noises, sucking sounds and that humming she does when just working on the head of his big cock, fill the room. Glen adds his happy moans too this. Standing by their side, Kathy feels a hand sliding up the inside of her leg, under her skirt. Glen wastes no time with subtlety and Kathy feels one index finger sliding across her wet panties, between her lips, back and forth, riding over her clit. This releases the pleasure into her body, and her eyes close and her mouth opens, and her jaw is twitching along with her stomach muscles. Her legs get kinda weak. Geeze this is fun.

Sue finally stands up in order to lose her skirt and thong. Seeing this, Kathy drops hers too. Now all three are naked, sitting side by side on the couch, Glen in the middle. Glen has one hand on each side stroking and probing between the legs the ladies conveniently spread apart. And both of the ladies have hold of his cock or his balls and they occupy themselves this way, while watching on video one more pretty boy wagging his pendulous erection in a room full of sex crazed women.

When the dancer finally gets around to slipping his cock into a cooperative lady as he sits on one of the couches, she rides him will enthusiasm. This gives Sue an idea, and she clamors aboard Glen, reaching around to feed his cock into her well prepared pussy. Kathy gets the closeup look at how it is possible to put that big thing inside a girl. Perhaps some day, she will try that. Sue begins slowly, rising and falling to enjoy his cock, but not long after this subtlety fades away and she is working that thing with considerable enthusiasm. Her orgasm is loud, with her head back and her pelvis crammed against his, and the skin on her neck and chest red, and her hair matted across her forehead. Glen has one hand on each breast, hanging on. She rolls off him, back on the couch, laying back with her eyes closed and her legs open, and her pussy opens and then squeezes close as she trembles some more.

Glen offers his cock to Kathy, but she politely declines. So he moves over, between Sue’s legs, and puts his cock back where it belongs. Kathy gets an even better look at their connection. And Sue enjoys an even better orgasm. Glen is getting a little tired, and he sits down on the couch. Sue’s eyes are looking kinda funny as she tries to look over to Kathy, smiling.

“Hey Kathy. This would be a good time for you to practice sucking Glen’s cock. Go ahead. It don’t bite. Just make sure you don’t either.”

On a normal day, Kathy would have not even considered sucking a cock, but this has not been a normal day. After watching the video, Kathy figures she knows what to do. She gets down on her knees between Glen’s legs. His erection lies across his belly and his balls are hanging in a relaxed fashion. Still doesn’t look like the line drawing in her sex ed class. So she sets out to explore these things. It’s kinda fun, especially when Glen starts groaning again and his cock gets even bigger, and harder. Kathy has already been stroking his cock, but let’s get a better look. I wonder how this tastes. Like all beginners she kisses the head first. Then a quick lick or two. Then a tentative wrapping of lips around the head. Glen’s reaction encourages her.

“Blow is just an expression; suck baby suck.”

Sue chimes in. Kathy is a quick study. If she does something that Glen likes, she does it more. If no response she tries something else. She is learning and having fun. Work it faster and harder, suck more, stroke with a hand. His breathing is now harder and faster, and she senses him tightening muscles. His penis suddenly swells and noise escapes his mouth. A jet of cum fills her mouth, leaking out around his cock. That stuff goes everywhere. He is clearly in ecstasy, arching his back and trying to pump his cock into her mouth. So she continues to suck as even more pleasure shakes him. Shortly his body goes completely limp, except for that smile. She thinks maybe she is forgiven for the last weekend. Wow! She is gonna remember this trick.

After Glen leaves, Sue and Kathy wrap up the evening. Sue asks, “So, you are not yet ready to go all the way, eh?”

“No, I don’t think so. But…..I am thinking about it.”

“When the right guy comes around.… Don’t listen to Sarah or Ann. They both were putting out for guys for a couple of years before it was even fun for them. They were doing it because they thought they were supposed to. You don’t need to do that.”

“But I can give blow jobs, right? Because I think I finally found the link between men and those feelings I get inside.”

“Whatever floats your boat. Not one guy on earth will turn down your mouth. That is a given.”

Kathy is not accustomed to getting asked out, likely because she didn’t try very hard to attract guys. But once Glen got out the word, there was a sudden interest in her among the other graduates from her high school. Her first date is a guy named Al, a popular athlete who had dated Sarah, Ann, and Sue and about all the rest. He spent money on her and he expects something in return. Kathy is still a bit naive, and inexperienced, and she stumbles through the evening. Al of course wants to take her to bed, and she politely declines. He fumbles around, trying to turn her on by squeezing her tits too hard, and when he snakes down into her panties he turns a pleasure place into a war zone. Kathy gives him the obligatory blow job just to get the job done so he would leave. And she swears off men.

So then she goes out with Al’s best friend, Jake. This date feels much like the last one, except Jake is perfectly happy with a blow job, if she will just take off all her clothes first. Well, if this will make you happy. He of course tells her that if she is already naked, why not just let him put it in just for a minute. Shut up, and sit still while I suck your cock. Goodbye. And she swears off men again.

Just as the summer is wrapping up, there is one last party at Sarah’s home. Her parents have left town, and the deal is the bar is open if everybody has a designated driver. Loud, rowdy, young folks drinking too much. The stairs to the upstairs bedrooms becomes a well trampled path. As the night progresses toward early morning, Al and Jake have been feeding drinks to Kathy. Never let anybody mix the screwdrivers for you. Too easy to slip in a bonus amount of vodka. Kathy is staggering when the two help her up the stairs and they head to the least used bedroom.

The kissing is good, and the tickling is fun. Hands accidentally brush across her nipples. Oh, that feels good. Somebody is kissing my neck. Oh, yes. Ah, where is my blouse? Gawd the hands feel so good on my breasts. Kissing my nipples. My legs get lifted into the air and my jeans are gone. My panties are on my foot? Al asks Kathy if she is OK with this. Yeah, I guess. Who is kissing me? Oh hi Jake. Jake looks down at Al. Hurry up! Kathy feels something between her legs, and then Al is hovering over her. His cock manages to jolt its way into her, even though she is not at all ready. Moments later, she listens to him groan and he drools a little on her and he rolls off to let Jake in. Jake has the large cock, and he hurts her a little. Fortunately he isn’t there long, either. Confused, Kathy looks around the room, and she is alone.

Sue had watched the two jerks leave, patting each other on the back. And drunk as skunks. She hurries up the stairs, startling couples in two bedrooms before she finds Kathy in the third.

“Honey, are you OK?”

“Oh yeah. I finally did it I guess, and I’m fine. But I don’t get it, Sue. What is the big deal? That was not ecstasy. Just two guys who wasted my time and left a mess. I don’t get it.”

“Are you OK? They didn’t force you, did they?”

“No. I said yes to them. But not sure I know why. Well, at least I got the famous ‘first time’ out of the way.”

“Kathy, it does get better. Honest”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Next time I might just tear out my vagina, hand it to them, and just leave. Have fun….shit”

Fortunately Kathy does find better, but a little later.

Kathy’s third year of college begins late in August. Not much has changed for her. She still is a dedicated and successful student. Her social life is invisible, even though she is girl next door pretty, a natural blonde with deep blue eyes. She has an athletic body topped by more than a handful breasts, and what might be called a normal libido, that she mollifies with the notion that nobody knows my body like I do. She man watches, and has a type that lights her up, but figures that each and every one of them will turn out to be a jerk, so are best avoided. Kathy can find a video of male strippers on line whenever necessary to motivate her masturbation.

One male who must have the same major as her’s has shown up in some of her classes during the first two years, and he does light a fire in her, but they have never been introduced. She had tried to say hi to him once in their first year, but he ignored her. She believes his name is Frank. She figures he doesn’t know she exists.

Two students, a couple, rent a small house off campus. They don’t hurt for money and attend college to party. Their folks don’t care and they pay the bills. Judy has had three majors already and will likely change again this year. Dan has only had two. At best, they are on the five year plan. And their first party of the school year, a get to meet new folks party, will happen on Saturday. Judy knows Kathy and has nagged her into coming to the party. “It will be fun!” Dan somehow knows Frank, and so he has conned him into coming too. “It will be fun!” We won’t say dread, but both Kathy and Frank could think of productive activities they would prefer to attend.

The party is scheduled for 8 o’clock at the house. Franks arrives at 8:30 hoping to get in and leave before most of the others get too drunk. He figures he can survive an hour, if he can find a quiet corner. He had enjoyed the ‘school’ part of high school, and avoided getting the ‘high’ part. He was invisible. Because of his school record he had been bumped up a grade early on and he has a spring birthday, so from fifth grade through high school he was a year and a half younger than all his classmates. Not a problem in class but pure torture for his social development.

Frank learned that girls are the people who laugh at you. Mean and angry girls. He had one date when he was a junior, with a freshman girl. Never even got to the hand hold part. Frank never cultivated the attitude that drives the male to pursue the female of the species to the ends of the earth. He mostly tries to be polite by ignoring them. That doesn’t hurt as much.

Painfully loud drunk college students who have already formed their friendships and cliques don’t notice when he is in the living room or the patio at the party. He is invisible. So he leaves the house for a quiet corner in the backyard. He nurses an illegal beer. He is 19 years old, insignificant, a nerd, and a virgin. He sits facing the bush in the far corner of the yard, where the hummingbird perches.

Frank is day dreaming when Kathy pokes her head into the backyard, seeking a hiding place from the bedlam in the living room. She can see just enough of the profile of his face of the guy sitting in the yard. Takes a moment, and then she remembers him. She walks quietly across the lawn, out of his vision. She is about three feet behind him when she speaks.

“Hey there. I know you!”

Frank jumps a bit.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Uh, no, don’t worry. I was day dreaming. I’m back in the land of the living now.”

The first thing Frank sees is her smile. Honest. Then he notices her tits. Then he wrests his eyes back up to her face. She couldn’t help noticing where he was looking. She of course is used to this. And it does set off that little warm thing in her belly. And she is still smiling. He likes her smile.

“I’m sorry. Where do you know me from?”

“You are third year, right?”

“Yeah”

“Me too. First year calculus. Lecture hall in the Brady Building. I was talking with some friends before class and you walked past. I said hi. And you just walked away without saying a word. I was a bit put off.”

She watches as his eyes roll up and left as he searches the memory banks. Then a smile.

“I remember now. Three women in a group talking on the left side of the room. And I remember you.”

“Some reason why we weren’t worth a moment of your time?”

“Not my time. Sorry, but I’ve been set up like this before, and I don’t enjoy it.”

“Set up? How?”

“Three cute girls approached by a nerd. They smile. I’ve even had them turn around and they are dressed to attract guys. Then heaven help the nerd if he looks. Or if one of the girls fears that talking with the nerd might be seen by a decent guy, and then that guy doesn’t stop by thinking the girls are already busy, and that’s an opportunity ruined by the nerd. Then comes the snarky comments, or worse, the laughter. I just don’t need that anymore.”

“Geeze! This happened to you? When?”

“Oh, it began in middle school, continued through high school, and now welcome to college.”

“But, you are a good looking guy… Sorry, not trying to con you. How’s about this? How’s about I promise to not treat you like shit, even if it only lasts through this ridiculous party? Can we only just be nice and talk?”

Frank smiles back.

“Yeah, Frank here.”

“Kathy”

Every conversation early in the school year starts with one question, so they got it out of the way.

“What’s your major?”

Strangers like to know about this because it screens people when ya know their majors. That’s about all that is important in college. Some, like engineering majors, are really dull. So you stay away. And as Frank had learned a bit too late, some girls, whose sole reason for attending college is the Mrs. degree, screen their prospects this way. That’s how he got unceremoniously dumped, just out of the blue. His “girl friend” had found better potential. The entire scam was never about him. Turns out both Kathy and Frank study computer science. How convenient. More they can talk about.

So the two survive the party and talk together for three hours. And then, why not hit the 24 hour pancake house so we don’t starve, and they talk there for hours more. And he admits that he doesn’t know anything about women, that he had ONE date in high school and one brief sorta girlfriend during his first year of college.

Both are virgins, which for her required a tiny lie, which ya kinda expect from a person at this stage of their relationship. And he can’t believe that he could carry on a conversation with her for the entire evening. He normally develops lock jaw. So he talks too much about himself, and she facilitates this because that is what her mom taught her. But then, suddenly, he shuts up to let Kathy talk. Weird, but she likes it.

Finally, it’s time to go home, and he turns to leave for his apartment. Kathy stops him.

“Open your phone.”

She takes it out of his hand and puts her number into his contacts.

“There. You really don’t know anything about women, do ya? OK Here’s the deal…you, the guy, ask if you can call me, and then you ask for my number. That is, if you want to see me again… And, I want you to…This is how the game is played, so pay attention. I want you to call me so we can continue this conversation. So fucking call me…” Said with a smile. And Frank already likes her smile. And then she leans in and lays a kiss on his cheek. Then still smiling, she slips away. With a noticeable spring in her step. And the internal whisperer going on in her head, call me, call me, call me…

Two days later, after staring at his phone for two hours, Frank calls Kathy. They set up a study time together at the library for that night. And then a second time later after the first one worked out. Don’t know how much studying actually happened, but since both were acing everything, no harm, no foul. Frank spent much of his time staring at Kathy, when she pretended not to notice, enjoying her face and eyes and hair, and her body. She was fine with this, and she was pretty sure he didn’t notice how much she invested in looking at him, enjoying his face and eyes and hair, and body.

Their first real date is a chick flic she picked out, with ice cream and conversation after. When he drops her off at her apartment, he asks if he could kiss her goodnight. “You better.”

The first kiss is tentative, but after their eyes lock, the second makes up for it and then some. Kathy makes sure to rub up against him, which excites him but does way more better for her. When he gets home, he needs to wack off, and she does some significant rubbing under the sheets too.

They talk endlessly on the phone during the next week. Date number two is another movie. Hand holding progresses to his arm around her in the theater, and Kathy leaning into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Feels good.

Parked in front of her apartment, they are kissing, and he puts a hand on her arm, next to her right breast. She grabs his hand and puts it where it belongs, on that breast. He manages to get a finger through the buttons and past the edge of her bra until he stumbles upon a nipple. She enjoys the search and his success at finding such a sensitive destination. He is panting.

He swallows and then lays a hand on her thigh, just above her knee. She is wearing a short skirt, so he is on bare skin. She pulls his hand away. He figures he blew it. She says, “I’m cold out here. Do you want to come inside?”

Holy shit?!

Side by side on the couch, he begins to kiss her again, but she stops him.

“Frank, we need to talk about a few things.”

“OK”

“You had a girlfriend two years ago, right?”

“Yeah”

“You didn’t go all the way with her, right?”

“No, but we kissed and she let me play with her breasts. She even opened her blouse so I could get my fingers under her bra.”

“And you haven’t played around with a girl other than her?”

“Nope. I know nothing I guess. You must think I’m an idiot.”

“Got it. I don’t think you are an idiot. I’m a virgin too. But I have liked some things that stop short of going all the way. And I learned how to give some pleasure, too. I hope this doesn’t ruin it with you. I really like you, and I want to do more of this with you. I really want to do more with you. But only if you don’t think I’m some slut or something. Does this sound reasonable to you?”

“Anybody else think you are as wonderful as I do?”

“Not so far. You ready to have some fun?”

“Yeah”

With that, Kathy releases the buttons on her blouse.

“No use wasting our time. Let’s get comfortable.”

With her blouse hanging open, white bra showing through, she starts in on Franks buttons. She slips his shirt off his shoulders. It’s no longer just kissing. Then she is running her hands around his chest and belly, but particularly around his nipples. She leans in to lick and then suck on one of his nipples. Frank is groaning with pleasure. Without stopping she manages to slip out of her blouse. One hand goes behind her, and with some unseen magic she unfastens her bra, and it springs off her shoulders, tits bursting into view. Damn! Real tits are a lot better then even good video.

“OK, I demonstrated on you. Your turn to return the favor.”

After getting his head tugged down by Kathy, Frank buries his face in her breasts, with Kathy showing the way…nuzzling, nibbling, sucking, pinching, gently stroking, and seriously compressing her breasts. He follows direction well. What an unbelievable joy. And the bonus is that Kathy joins in the celebration of her breasts. Everybody on the couch turns on. What’s next?

Kathy demonstrates how much pleasure she can deliver by rubbing his cock through the fabric of his pants. The only thing that might impart more pleasure would be for her to remove Frank’s pants. So that is what she does. Frank has never had another hand on his cock. He is pleasantly surprised. Takes little time for him to reach his full potential and for him to forget any other thought that might attempt to enter his brain. Except for the part when he moved his hand under her skirt seeking unexplored territory. So she shows him the way. She is getting really hot, also.

Well, Kathy was going to stop the lesson at this point, but reality interferes with her plan. Nobody wants to stop. So OK, let’s improvise.

“So, we have a democracy here. Seems we are at an impasse. We do too good a job exciting each other. Neither wants to stop here, hanging on the sheer edge of release. So two options. One, we each do to the other to the point of release, or…. we each take care of ourself, since we know we can do this, and we don’t get so carried away with each other tonight, that we come away feeling badly, or go home frustrated”.

Stay safe or maybe go too far? Neither is quite ready to go all the way….yet.

“I’m too horny to make a rational choice. “Me too.”

They both are geeks, so…

“Coin flip”

“What….heads we give each other head, ie oral sex. Or tails, we masturbate ourself, with audience.”

“Yeah, we can’t lose.”

Big smiles again. A good long kiss.

So Frank sits on the couch wearing only his skin, and Kathy sits beside him wearing only her short skirt, with her breasts proudly on display. Some may say this favors Frank, but her breasts serve to raise the pleasure for both about the same. Well, the coin came up heads. Yep, big smiles again.

Kathy takes the initiative by removing her skirt, and dropping her panties. Frank stands in front of her as she sits totally naked. He can’t tear his eyes away from her body. He is shaking. She of course spreads her legs. Good girl. My gawd, a pussy! Her new close hair trim keeps the view clear. Her pussy lips glistening from her enthusiasm, the little bump with a hood in front, other parts where appropriate. Frank’s cock stands at attention for inspection. It takes both of her hands, and then the taste test. He has that little drop on the end, which she spreads around by finger painting, driving him slightly insane. His cock is twitching and he feels the heat inside from an impending explosion. Gotta wait, so she stops.

Kathy slouches on the couch, legs open, pussy exposed and oriented for Frank’s lesson in oral sex. She walks him through the early prep, moving his hands about, and telling him where and why. The finger tips sliding up and then away on the skin of her thighs, then up the inner thigh, right up to the dead end, the backs of his fingers just brushing her wet lips. Fingers all over her belly, but clearly headed down, still in the tease stage. Don’t forget the breasts, for her nipples call out too. She has that look of concentration on her face as her mouth opens to accommodate the increased breathing that moves her breasts for his entertainment.

Time for the barely perceptible finger tip touches around her pussy, then up and down her labia, a bit of friction over her clit and she shudders, then tracing inside the lips, spreading her juices around. She holds his hand, directing his finger around. He is a quick study. Tickle as pleasure torture here. Press over her pubic bone and that soft bit just above. Remember her inner thigh skin and the little clefts where leg ends and pussy begins. Kathy starts to urgently move around, now chasing his fingers, trying to direct herself into his attention. So OK, here! Kathy pulls Frank’s head down, bringing along his face and mouth. Kisses and licking over the same territory already prepped. She can feel his mouth coming before it gets there, so no hurry. Exquisite torture. Kathy rotates her pelvis to improve his access. Oh please….. The first lick on her clit, with her mouth open and breath rushing in and out. She voices her agreement. More licking leads to more noise leaking out of her mouth. Note the reaction of the nerves packed in all around the base of her clit. They like pressure, which is why you Frank have a chin. Don’t overdo it, yet…just pressure. Suck her clit up and then hold it between your lips while railing away with your tongue. The first orgasm arrives, which can be improved with just a little more attention, the second wants more pressure, three through six all kinda blend together so less pussy violence and more continuous attention, or simply pause for a few breaths and go back to little tickles around the edges, the tease to let her reset. Then remember her clit just when she does also. Frank learns that Kathy will ask for him to stop, eventually. Looking down on her, totally wasted, limp, legs spread, and pussy soaked, Frank knows he could just put his cock in there, and no way could she deny him. But that would be rude. So he just enjoys the view and the notion of a job well done. Take a moment to wipe off his mouth, and then just hold her. After a time, when she reaches for your cock, you will get your blow job and your release. And it will take a four man crew a week to wipe off that smile from her face. After this, she will never look at you the same way as before. She will always enjoy this way to pleasure more, but when you are fucking her she can still kiss you and look into your eyes. And she will love this, also. So you will get to do both. That’s why mommy nature set it up this way. So he holds Kathy, and they kinda melt together, and she realizes she had made the right choice when she decided to say hi, one more time, to this cute guy. So she makes sure he enjoys it when she sucks his cock.

Kathy had learned how to suck cock from her friend Sue back before she left for college, and she has not practiced much since. But one thing she does not mentioned to Frank is her passion for watching the random anonymous men who turn her on, that Sue also taught her. She has a “type” that just lights her up on sight. She never goes near them because she figures they are all rogues and thus will just use her. But that doesn’t stop her from watching those porn videos of the male strippers, and when sufficiently heated up, she burns up boxes of batteries in her vibrator. And she also learned a bit more about sucking cock from these videos. She rejects the obvious nonsense and looks for the subtleties, which she has filed away for the right guy. And she has found the right guy.

So with her body still tingling from Frank’s skills, she leans over to reach for his cock. On her knees with him on the couch, she quickly takes him to the point where she had stopped an hour earlier. His cock has grown and transformed into the firm rod she seeks. Once she takes him into her mouth, with the sucking and the tongue, and the stroking, and the balls tickling he surrenders to her, and she takes him to the edge quickly. This time she doesn’t stop, and after he blows his mind and his cum she keeps sucking and stroking until he slumps over, his chin covered in drool and his face red, and his smile genuine.

In order to be certain they are doing everything correctly, they repeat the lessons at intervals through the night. It’s after dawn before Frank leaves. He is still a virgin, but so what.…

For some reason, when their next date rolls around they stay home, in Kathy’s bedroom. She doesn’t tell Frank, but she was nicely warmed up before he arrived by watching the male strippers again, so “hey sailor” comes to her naturally. No doubt in her mind, they are going all the way tonight. If that’s OK…..Frank is easily convinced. But not before she gets him really hot, first by getting naked, and then by sucking his cock, and then by asking him to kiss her pussy for a while, and when she is near immobilized by a multiple of orgasms, she looks Frank in the eye and politely, with that voice raspy from a few growling shouts, she begs for him to put his cock into her. Frank discovers how to find the right place quickly, because they left the light on, and he was standing at the foot of the bed with Kathy on her back, eating her pussy on the serving table. He could see what he was doing, so he didn’t need to rely upon his braille skills. Wow, look how cool it is when my cock slips into her.

Both Frank and Kathy immediately discover what all that fuss with “going all the way” is about. It’s almost as if their various parts were designed just for this. Fortunately, Kathy realizes, Frank does take a long time. Amazing. I hope this lasts forever….

Like little kids with a new toy, Kathy and Frank take to sex with enthusiasm. That Kathy sometimes looked at men during her day, or men stripping on video, and she would get turned on by hot men, and she brought home to Frank her pent up excitement, didn’t hurt. She won’t take no for an answer. So of course, Frank never says no. Frank didn’t mention it, but when he was turned on by some vision of loveliness during the day, Kathy looked even better when she came home to him. This works out.

Frank moved into Kathy’s apartment for the fourth year at school. Hers is larger. And after they both graduated, they began their careers living together. They married before that first year was up, but delayed a honeymoon due to their need to make an impression upon their employers. But in the second year, things open up…. Recently graduated, Frank and Kathy both have their degrees in hand, his in software development, and hers in computer hardware, sales and marketing. Kathy’s first job is with a company that installs and maintains business computer hardware and programs. Her clients will be small businesses, professional offices, and a few independent hospitals. She spends most days on the road, marketing the computer setups that will run businesses for potential clients, and then later troubleshooting the inevitable problems, that are usually caused by operator error. Diplomatically of course. She is already making good money, and building a good reputation.

Frank is working with a company that writes software that they sell to help other companies write software. Basically they are one step ahead of the world, and they better stay there. Frank brings his own version of genius and imagination to the job. He can, and often does, work from home. He is making serious money, and has made himself indispensable.

Their home is a starter in a quiet subdivision away from the worst of the chaos that is the city. Frank usually works from home dressed in board shorts and t-shirts, and he shaves occasionally. Heck, he could work naked if he kept the camera off. And he deals with geeks, just like him.

Kathy dresses professionally. Her boss, a beautiful but disciplined business woman, hires beautiful but disciplined women and men. Her male employees wear ties daily. And her women look professional, also attractive, but just enough to get invited in. Looking too good, as a professional woman, makes the women guarding the front doors too catty, and the men get too distracted. Kathy carries the same smile and personality that has opened doors for her for years. With certain accounts, like that one dentist, she wears the blouses with the top button open, always hinting at the treasure just inside. She thinks he is hot, and he hits on anything in a skirt. So she flirts just a little, just for fun. He has been known to request her for service calls just so he can stand over her as she bends forward attending to his computers. With other men she is the total prude.

Since Kathy spends much of her time out and around town, she gets to enjoy man watching, her favorite sport. This keeps Frank busy, and happy when she comes home horny. A few men keep popping up, a maintenance guy at one hospital, that dentist, and a guy who goes to their health club, a therapist. And there are random others she sees once, and then they are gone.

For their first vacation opportunity and postponed honeymoon, midway through their second year of grown-up-ing, they book a Mediterranean cruise, facilitated in no small part by the sales deal when they bought their new home. Ten days of sun, warm seas, and places like Monte Carlo, Italy, and the Greek Islands… But of course, Frank needs to stay close to the ship, and his computer, because back home a project that he did not lead, but is crucial for, is coming due. And with the 9 hour time difference, folks at home are opening their morning disasters, as he is relaxing in his afternoons. So he suns on the deck looking out over interesting harbors, while Kathy joins groups from the ship looking at ruins, old statues, and such. But then Frank learns for the first time what apparently most Europeans have know for decades. Seems luxury cruises in the Mediterranean often have a separate sunning deck for what is known as “clothing optional”. He puts that on the “list of things to do” for tomorrow. Likely, Kathy will be interested, because Frank is aware of her passion for man watching.

Late the next morning, Frank and Kathy pass through the privacy gate and walked into a wide area of deck, with the sea on their right and a white wall left, which extends toward the stern. The wall ends about ten meters before the rail that joins that one on their right, the edges of the deck. From where they stand, it seems the deck extends to the left past their view. Deck chairs, basically loungers with a back rest that could convert into a flat surface, form lines and casual groupings scattered about. Thin cushions in the cruise company colors covered the chairs. They select two chairs, backed to the wall, about a third of the way down toward the stern.

They didn’t quite know what to expect on a “clothing optional” deck. For a first visit, they wear their suits, her bikini and his board shorts, and the white terry cloth robes provided by the ship. Most evident when they arrive… they are over dressed. Welcome to Europe.

About 100 people recline on deck chairs scattered about, a cross section of humanity, aged late teen to maybe 7 decades, thin and not. The usual two genders. Few who might be movie stars. Most are couples not movie stars, which proves that somewhere out there is someone for everyone. Most well tanned. A few wear bikinis, male and female version. Lot’s of bare breasts. Many are not even wearing tan lines. A few women wear….well maybe you can call it a thong. It is a string around the lower trunk, and a second string from front to back, barely thinner than the tiny strip of fabric that “you gotta be kidding” covered part of a pussy. The male equivalent resembles the string and sack that so amuses Kathy when the male strippers promote themselves. This draws more attention than the natural bare. Nobody leers on the adult deck, but discreet glances seem normal. Not yet ready to go naked, claims Kathy. Maybe tomorrow.

So the long awaited phone call next day condemns Frank to his computer, in the stateroom. He waves to Kathy as she leaves, wrapped in her robe and carrying her paperback book. He doesn’t ask, but only her robe this time. Passing through the privacy gate, she appraises the crowded deck. Lots of tan skin and body parts. An empty deck chair about halfway down the wall beckons to her. Setting down her book, she sloughs off the robe. Kathy has well defined tan lines. No matter. I’m on a luxury ship, sunning myself in the nude. Big smile. Somewhat less confidence than she tries to project. So, facing all these people, let’s stand and stretch with arms over my head, and take in the view of the sea. Don’t look to see who is watching. Big smile. Her robe needs to be spread across the seat, so she bends over to accomplish this, and she presents a fine flash of bare buns and that camel toe between her legs for the audience. Oh well….

Enrico maintains his regular perch on the last stool in front of the bar that sits between the privacy gate and the sea. From there he can look out over his territory. Hunting territory. Enrico likes women. He believes he can have any one of them that he wishes, specifically the ladies lounging about naked before him. So he doesn’t miss the new one just setting up in a lounge chair by the white wall. She must be American. She looks around like she has never seen naked people strewn about the deck. They don’t do this in America. So many silly rules in America. But watch….see how she hurries to remove her robe. She is showing off. Ah, yes…she is seeking a man. She wears a ring so she is married, but she is here alone, naked. Look at her stretching, flaunting herself. And those white areas that she has always hidden from the sun, and from the men, are now on display, as if lit up by spot lights. She is delicious and she awaits me. Carlo the bartender sees this, and he has already mixed the two cocktails.

“Enrico, here for you. Yours is the red flower.”

The white flower marks the one with double+ shots. Remember, never let a stranger mix your screwdrivers? These cocktails are very tasty, and you can hardly notice the alcohol. And they quickly make the ladies so much more friendly. More alcohol is Enrico’s friend, so Carlo is Enrico’s friend .

Fifteen minutes pass after Kathy sits down in the sun, and she is reading. Out of the corner of her eye Kathy sees movement. A quick glance reveals quite a sight. He is tall, dark, and handsome. And naked. European lean, 5 o’clock shadow at 11 in the morning, killer smile, he walks dripping confidence. Kathy’s “type”. In each hand he holds a tall thin frosted glass…with a flower adorning the top, one red and one white. Oh, and he has no tan lines. Swinging from side to side with each prancing step, is one completely unconstrained penis. His eyes lock on hers. Oh gawd!!! He’s good. And he’s coming here! She turns over the book and drapes it over her pussy, for what passes for modesty on a nude sun deck. He can have the tits. But I’m not that kind of girl. Standing quite closely to her left side, he introduces himself and hands her one glass, with the white flower. On the house. Reaching for the glass, her hand passes disturbing close to his penis. She tries to keep her eyes on his eyes, but ya know….He makes no pretense that he is not checking out her.

“Hello, pretty lady! Welcome to my ship. I am Enrico, and I am dedicated to making your voyage the most memorable of your life! Ask me for anything.”

He talks with his hands. Must be Italian. Kathy’s body is reacting to him. He clearly is one of her type, the men that excite her because of their very existence. And their potential. She can feel his eyes on her. And knowing this she is getting moist down there, like she always does. As she watches, the man makes his cock twitch, which also acts to make it grow just a little bit, each time. Enrico is so animated, fast talking, hands expressive, and he looks around, knowing she waits for this so she can sneak longer looks at his ah, presentation. Kathy is enjoying this. He can tell. She feels a little weird about it. The boy meets girl dance that characterizes such events normally does not begin with the participants already naked.

Kathy concedes that showing her pussy to this man suggests a certain compliance with his obvious desires. So she ups the ante, pretending that the book in her lap is slipping. She picks up the book, looks at the page she was reading, folds over the corner of the page, closes the book and r-e-a-c-h-s around to set it on the deck. Returning to her normal position, she carelessly lets her legs spread apart, opening the view of her pussy, but by raising one knee, she can still retain some modesty. Ya see, maybe she is that kid of girl. She can also, then, pretending rapt listening to Enrico’s monologue, let that leg swing back and forth, slowly, playing pussy peekaboo in front of his eyes. Then she flicks an invisible thread of lint off her left nipple with a few strokes of a finger. She watches him watch. Enrico twitches his cock a couple of times more. He smiles.

The glasses are empty, so he looks into her eyes.

“Would you like a refill?”

“Sure, why not.”

Kathy watches his behind because, you know. The lady in the deck chair next to her speaks quietly.

“I see you have met Enrico. He works on the ship in the evening and spends his days here. If you haven’t noticed, his goal in life is to take every women on this ship to bed. And he has a good head start on this. He will lie to you. Say anything. Not even remotely honest. Perhaps this is part of his appeal. But for what it is worth, I can tell you…. he is damn good in bed.”

Kathy give her the enquiring look, and the woman turns away, but she is smiling.

The lady retreats to her book as Enrico returns with two more cocktails. Kathy is thirsty, and she doesn’t know what she is drinking, but it sure tastes good. This time when she reaches for the glass Enrico turns to look around the deck, and oops, her wrist brushes across the end of his cock. Darn. Nobody says anything…. But Kathy feels the jolt of electricity shoot down her spine. She almost groans.

Smiling Enrico continues as if nothing has happened.“Have you visited the aft deck?”

“No, what is that?”

He turns to point toward the stern, to where the deck continues around the corner of the wall. Kathy notices how much Enrico’s cock is growing now. Something reminds her of Pinocchio’s nose. She doesn’t listen to that voice.

“The after deck is more private, and a more select group of people lounge there. You might find it very interesting. In fact, I, Enrico, try to take all my best new friends there.”

“Really”

“Si”

Kathy raises her left hand and arm above her head, letting her hand hang limply.

“Show me.”

Enrico takes her hand and of course, kisses the back of her hand before using it to help her stand. European. He continues to hold her hand as they walk. The lady in the next chair smiles at her as they pass by. Kathy misses the slow shake of her head. The lady has learned this lesson, and Kathy has not listened. It is not only the men who go completely stupid when they are in heat.

Hand in hand, they walk toward the stern. Kathy had quickly finished her cocktail and set the glass down next to her chair. She is feeling the booze, but she thinks this is good. Feels strange to be walking around with a man in public, naked, but who cares.

Meanwhile, Enrico is thinking that his plan is working. She is a lovely thing. She is a little drunk, and she definitely is thinking, maybe him. Getting the American to the aft deck is a big step. He can warm her up there, and then they go to her stateroom….

Frank worked the entire morning on the problem he woke up to when his phone rang. The home office sent it at the end of their day, which back in the states was the middle of his night. A project deadline is fast approaching, but they have hit a snag. Fortunately, Frank has already been thinking about it and has some alternate plans in mind. But, if this was easy, he wouldn’t be making the big bucks. His laptop is linked to his home network, which links to the company net. When he sends his code back to the states, he has a moment to fetch coffee. By the time he pours a cup, the message comes back. Oh yeah, why didn’t we think of that! Go climb up a pyramid or something; you are supposed to be on vacation. Thanx

Frank jumps through the shower, chugs his coffee, leaves his five o’clock shadow be, and puts on his robe. He’s gonna go naked on the sun deck this time. An hour later than Kathy, he heads for the elevator.

Passing the privacy gate, Frank turns right at the bar. He figures he has already earned a beer today, and this will help when the time comes to drop the robe. He is perched at one of those standing height round tables set next to the bar, with a decent German beer, taking in the scenery. Tans and body parts. Some very interesting. Geeze, look at that one. Wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers. He imagines Kathy has been scoping out the men. He is very interested in a few of the other women. But, I wonder where Kathy is sitting….

Ah, down there, half way to the stern, Kathy is on a lounge chair by the wall. She has a tall cocktail glass in her right hand. She looks luscious naked, with her tits smiling in the sun. He can see her nipples aroused, even at this distance. She turns to her left to set the glass on the deck and when she rolls back one knee is raised, and that leg is swaying back and forth. She does that when she is a little nervous. She is looking up, and smiling. The man standing right next to her is engaged in a conversation with her. Good looking guy, lean and tall, muscles, talks with his hands. Must be Italian. He is animated and obviously trying to impress my wife. Oh, and he is quite naked, full body tan, and he sports about half of an erection right now.

The man turns and points toward the stern. Kathy nods, and raises her left arm. The man kisses her hand and then uses it to help her stand. Hand in hand, they walk toward the stern, naked butts looking good in the sun. The lady in the first chair they pass smiles at Kathy, and slowly shakes her head after they pass. Kathy and the naked man are animated, talking back and forth. Kathy is just a bit unsteady on her feet. Some of the naked couples watch them walk past, and then they smile at each other and go back to their own business. What’s that about?

Kathy’s mind is racing, her thoughts conflicting. Girl, what are you doing? All the hot guys she has seen over the years that have turned her on, and not once has one faced her, or she approached one, to go the next step beyond lust. How she as ached for….whatever it might be like. This guy is turning my insides to mush. Can a vagina scream? He is definitely after me. He wants to fuck me. Something near the stern is part of his plan. I should just stop walking and go back to my chair. But…..oh shit but. I’ve wanted this for ever. Frank….where are you?

Kathy is trying to walk in her old sandals, and they seem to be a problem. She says something to the man and then bends over at the waist to take them off. The man takes a moment to lean back and check out her from the back. She stands up with both sandals dangling on the fingers of her left hand. He slides his hand across her back, around her waist, and pulls her close for just a moment. Bare skin on bare skin. Kathy gets the thrill from this. Then they continue their walk, hand in hand.

Kathy and Enrico reach the corner. Kathy swallows hard. Looking around, she is startled. People back here are doing things. That couple is masturbating each other. The dark haired one is blowing that guy. And those two are fucking!! Right out there in the center of the sun bathers. This is why Enrico is bringing me back here. Anything goes here. Now what?

Enrico folds one chair flat and invites Kathy to lay on her belly. He says he wants to protect her from the sun with this oil. His hands stroke all over her back. She lays there watching two people fucking, and she has never seen this in the real world. It’s crazy, and it is making her even more horny. And Enrico is oiling her legs, and with each stroke across her skin he is getting closer and closer….to my pussy. Oh gawd it feels so good! I should stop him, but….oh so good. I’ll give him just a little more time…

Now Frank is interested. It’s one thing to not interfere with Kathy’s time on vacation, but this all is getting confusing. He drains his beer, and begins walking. Finding an open deck chair, he drops his robe. Walking naked through a group of naked people just makes more sense than keeping the robe on. Looking toward the stern, the two have disappeared around the corner. He strolls in that direction.

Two couples emerge from behind the wall, down by the stern. Two men and two women, naked, walking away from the stern. Both men have their cocks partly erect and their arms around their women. They stop, both couples kissing, and then they exchange partners, the women passing in the middle, hugging each other, and then grabbing hold onto the other man. The two couples separate, and now with distance between them, they walk past Frank toward the gate. OK then…..

Frank reaches the corner. Looking into the aft deck, he sees the usual assortment of deck chairs scattered about, several grouped closely together. Few are empty. There is a couple over there, sitting side by side, and as Frank looks he realizes that each has a hand busy in the lap of the other; she strokes his cock and he has his hand buried between her thighs. Um, friendly.

A guy in the chair over there has a lady on her knees sucking his cock. Real good friends, I guess. And by the railing, four middle age guys stand in a circle, nude and clearly playing with their own dicks. Through their legs Frank can barely see a middle age woman, naked, busy sucking cock on one of them. The rest watch and jerk their cocks. Voyeurs. That’s unusual.

And yet another couple is enjoying themselves, him sitting and her straddling his lap, rocking back and forth. Head rolling from side to side, she is lost in reverie. She lifts herself up high enough for Frank to see his cock slide in and out of her.

Now, where is Kathy? There, she is laying on her belly on the chair with the back laid down flat, looking to her right at the couple fucking on the chair. Frank is looking at the soles of Kathy’s feet and what catches his eye, up between her legs to her pussy. The man is rubbing oil on her back, no doubt to protect her from the sun. This however is clearly escalating into more of a massage. Or foreplay. His hands run the length of her back, over her shoulders, down the backs of her arms, and along her sides so he doesn’t miss the sides of her breasts. Now of course he needs to do her calves and then the backs of her thighs. Frank watches as his fingers move to slide up Kathy’s inner thighs, stopping millimeters short of his obvious goal. Now he makes sure her ass doesn’t suffer from neglect.

Then, Kathy rolls over on to her back, arms behind her head, and legs apart. She is not hiding anything from the man’s eyes or hands. Or anybody else…. The man wastes no time. He goes right for her tits, after rubbing oil on his hands. He cups her breasts for a bit, gently squeezing. That triggers a deep inhale on her part. Her nipples slide between his fingers. Now finger tips lightly slide across the very tips of her nipples. She is squirming a little in response. So, of course he must pinch them gently. His cock is fully erect now, bouncing about from his efforts to touch every square inch of Kathy, close enough that she grabs on with her right hand. Her own oiled hand is servicing his cock.

Now two hands are rubbing her thighs, then over her little landing strip below her belly. As her legs spread further to accommodate him, Kathy’s knees come up and then roll out. The door is wide open. As Frank watches, both of the man’s hands are now working over her pussy. His finger tips so lightly running the length of her labia, outside, inside, over and over again which sets her to squirming, as if she were urging his fingers on. Being a gentleman, the man lets her direct his fingers deeper into her slit. He teases her by circling her clit, just a tiny bit off. Her mouth is open with little noises escaping, almost begging. One finger falls into her, but just barely, lightly tracing the rim.

Another finger finally slides over her clit, spreading her juices over it as a clear prelude to much more attention. Kathy’s belly muscles are spasming. Her breasts move up and back together with her deep breathing.

Some satisfaction arrives with the second finger entering her, now driving deep enough to find the best place. She clamps her thighs over his hand crushing him into her. Next the legs open, inviting more.

Frank watches this, a mix of emotions running through him. No way Kathy is going to stop this at this stage. First of course, he feels a bit of confusion. Mix in some fear. But to his amazement, he is rooting for Kathy as she is clearly being overwhelmed with passion right before his eyes. And his own cock is growing indicating his pleasure in watching this. So he watches this.

Enrico is orchestrating a complete overhaul of her pussy, expertly spreading around her own lubrication, then adjusting the timing, tightening up her drive train, and probing her like the piston in her cylinder. In this case, twin fingers racing in and out of her, while the other hand expertly slides, presses, squeezes her clit. She moves around as if her body doesn’t know anymore what it is doing, but it knows what it wants.

Enrico changes up now. He is back at her face, kissing long and hard, right hand on her left breast. Kathy wraps her arms around his head and neck, pulling him close. Enrico starts the circle. Moves down to the neck, kissing under the ear and then the throat. Kathy is moaning, breathing hard, legs spread wide as her fingers are now working her own clit. Nipple sucking complements what Kathy is doing to herself, first right and then left. Frank recognizes one of her prolonged orgasmic experiences that can go on and on. Enrico is now licking his way south to finish the circle. His tongue pauses in her navel. Now that man discovers just how sensitive it is in the cleft between her thigh and pussy, on both sides. He blows on her clit. Kathy is climbing out of her skin. She keeps twisting, trying to catch up with his tongue and get it centered properly. His tongue finally lands on her clit, resting there, making her crazy. Oh please!!! Enrico knows he has her now. She will do anything he wants. But then he suddenly stands up, leaving his hands to continue in his absence.

He is not thrilled that three of the voyeurs from over there are now over here. Very close over here. They stand side by side by Kathy’s chair opposite Enrico, looking down at the man’s work and Kathy’s lovely parts. Kathy is almost begging for more. The voyeurs are pounding their own cocks. Meanwhile, Kathy’s eyes are closed, and she is writhing about. Her body is clearly racing toward a burn out. She clamps her legs around Enrico’s hands again when her body begins to wrap up around itself and she is crying out…

About then, one of the voyeurs who has been whacking off ejaculates, grunting and squealing. Even in her celebration this noise doesn’t sound right to Kathy. His cum is still spurting onto her belly when she comes to, opening her eyes wide. Two beats later and she realizes what is happening. She is alarmed. Muscle memory, that of her arm, wrist, hand when she strikes with top spin, a tennis ball, comes into play as she smacks the man’s little cock and ball sack out of their comfort zone and nearly over the rail into the sea. Her follow through is the roll off the chair onto her hands and knees on the deck. The voyeurs scatter, except for the one rolling on the deck in the throes of cause and effect. Now Kathy struggles to stand, which does work, eventually.

What am I doing? This is all wrong!

Kathy staggers away, leaving Enrico standing there, cock at the ready. Americans!! Her gait improves with each step, and by the time she passes Frank at the corner, she is walking nearly normally, albeit quickly, but looking down at the deck to maintain balance. She is not, on the other hand, paying much attention to her surroundings. She passes Frank without seeing him, and other than putting on her robe, covering her nakedness, but needing to hold it closed with both hands because her hands won’t work on the belt, she leaves the sun deck without incident, and without her sandals.

Frank turns back to see Enrico standing there, cock in hand, startled, and angry with the three voyeurs. His curses are in Italian.

Frank’s first thought is that a serious conversation will shortly follow his return to the stateroom, so when he passes the flower booth, he picks up the biggest bouquet on display. Not inexpensive. Back in their stateroom, he sets up the flowers, orders coffee over the phone, sets down the sandals he rescued. He listens for the sounds of the shower stopping. Time passes. Long shower. The steward delivers coffee before Kathy leaves the shower. She is gonna be wrinkled.

Kathy leaves the bathroom, sees Frank standing there in his robe, and she launches on him. She has a strange wild look in her eyes. Two hands on his chest, she pushes him back on the bed, rips open his robe, and applies all her enthusiasm to sexually engage with him. She kisses maniacally while applying a full body-on-bare body hug. She feels his cock growing between her legs as it bumps into her. So she guides it into herself and she sets to riding him. Near insane enthusiasm follows.

She feels super human as she pleasures herself with the help of his body and his approval. He has never seen her this hot before. This turns into one of the best of their life together. After endless pleasure and now totally wasted, they lay entwined on a wet, wrecked bed.

An hour later, she raises her head and notices that somehow he is still wearing his robe.

“Were you getting ready to go to the sun deck?”

“Ah, no. Coming back.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I was out there.”

“How long?”

He smiles.

“Long enough.”

“What did you see?”

“I was sitting at the bar when you were talking with a man standing by your chair. I give you credit; he did look hot. I followed when you two walked to the aft deck. He was oiling you down, and then he began the massage, and pretty soon he got you pretty worked up. Then you realized what was happening, and you walked away.”

“Oh my gawd!! You saw us??!!!! You must think I’m a complete slut. Oh MY GAWD!!! Now you hate me!!!! Oh my gawd, I can’t believe I did us.”

She is up and racing aimlessly around their stateroom. She sees the sandals but they don’t register. The look on her face is from a horror movie. Tears flow freely. She is hugging herself, shaking. He hands her a robe. “Whoa honey. I have only two questions, “Do you want to leave me? And if I get to stay, what am I lacking in the bedroom that you want to do this?”

“NO, I don’t want to leave you. Never! I am yours forever. I’m so sorry. Oh my gawd! I’m soooo sorry. Noooooo, you are the very best in our bedroom. You are the best man in the world. I couldn’t imagine anything better than making love with you and loving you forever. That was only sex…. It didn’t mean anything.”

More tears. Nose running. Eyes going red and swollen.

“Well, I love you too. We have some things to talk about, because there are some pieces missing from this puzzle. Now come here. She is looking at the coffee service set on the table. Puzzled by this…

“I thought we have reservations at the Captain’s Table tonight.”

“Nah, we are going to be doing some talking that we should have done a while ago. We can order in dinner later. Coffee?”

“Got any booze?”

Frank reaches for her, applying a loving hug.

“Oh, come over here. Look. I’m a guy. I look at attractive women. I like this. Sometimes it gets me hot. In fact, it seems women go to great lengths to attract men so we will look at them. It always bothered me that women are not all that interested in looking at men. Finally dawned on me that this notion was bull shit. Women do like looking at attractive men, but they are more subtle about it. And since I am not an attractive man, I never had to worry about women looking at me.”

“Stop right there. That day long ago when you walked into the Calc lecture room, and I was talking with my friends, I turned to see you because the other two women thought you looked hot. I made number three. That’s why I said hello to you…. And you are still hot.”

“OK. I guess I missed that. I know you look at hot men. I see you in public, and you look. That night we first went all the way, you were watching that male stripper video when I got there, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.. but it wasn’t because you don’t turn me on. And I don’t like any random guy on the street more than you. Just because I get turned on by a stranger doesn’t have anything to do with me feeling any different about you. We left that party together because you turned me on, from that first day. I went a long time without dating very much. My friend Sue taught me how to masturbate, and whenever I saw a hot guy I ran home, put on a video, and took care of myself. I guess I just got used to that. So when I was waiting for you to come over, I was so nervous that I thought I wouldn’t, ya know, act the right way so you would even want to have me. So I made sure I was good and ready for our first time…… You think I’m silly.”

“Nope. Not silly. I think you are a normal woman who sees the right kind of guy, for you, and mother nature takes care of the rest. You get hot when you see the right guys. And boy, do I enjoy it when you come home. Don’t ever stop. What I am curious about, is what happened this afternoon when a guy, clearly your type, actually stepped into your life rather than just walked by…Does this happen often? Has it even happened before? Have you been fucking these guys all along? Were you going to, you know, fuck him? Honest answers is all I ask….”

Kathy gets a little uncomfortable. Not sure she wants to answer. Is this the end of us?? She starts crying, again.

“No, No, No, yes? I don’t know. I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. But I just don’t know about this guy…. l was thinking about it.”

“OK then. Honest answer. I was watching. You were having a real good time, both while he was flirting with you, and back at that scene on the rear deck, before those perverts messed it up for you. Honest answer, I thought you were going to….”

“You did? And you were OK with that?”

“Like you, I don’t know. Most important, I want you to be happy. Clearly you were really wanting this. And I think I know why.”

“Yeah, it was fun. Real good. But you are a guy. I was cheating on you. Don’t you hate me? Guys kill their women over less than that.”

“I don’t. It’s only cheating when there is dishonesty. Was I surprised? Yeah, a lot. Was I angry? No. Was I scared? yeah, a little. Did I get turned on watching? Honest answer, yes. If you stayed there and fucked him, I don’t know. I just don’t know.

But you know what? In our room after, you did what you do. When you come home excited, you get and give the best sex I could hope for, because you want to, and you are good, and far more important….we are making love. With us it is not just sex. We make love. THAT is what is important to me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, take off that robe….” Kathy and Frank make love again. With enthusiasm. No sympathy for the bed. And just in case Kathy had not heard him, she heard “I love you” with each thrust of his cock into her. For a long time….

Two decisions come out of this. One, They will get some professional help to figure out how to handle this. And guess what…. Kathy knows a guy who does couple and sex therapy, and he belongs to their health club. And Two, with days to go yet on the ship, they both can feel free to man watch, or lady watch on the sun deck. Enjoy themselves, openly with each other. And let’s see what happens.

Late morning on the sun deck, again. Kathy lounges on a deck chair set against the wall far from the privacy gate. Much closer to the aft deck, where more of the people there relax their behavior in their nudity. Frank is about fifteen feet away, on his own chair. They are not together as a couple, but since they do know each other, they do keep each other in sight. Both are working on their full body tans. They feel very naked in public, but they can relax and enjoy it. And yeah, it is a turn on for both.

Predictably, Enrico resides on his perch at the end of the bar. Watching the girls go by…. This one looks interesting. A little older, but well preserved. No ring. Chemically blonde, absolutely no wrinkles on her face, no doubt a mix of good surgery and regular botox. Nice upright breasts, look almost natural, but no chance at her presumed age. A good surgeon has restored them, along with her sleek abdomen. She pays well for these results. It’s an investment. Probably always looking for the next man, who of course will bring along the next wealth. Today she clearly is not only putting herself on display, but when she passes Enrico and their eyes meet, she offers up the appropriate length of time to hold her eyes on him, and then other parts of his body. He clearly doesn’t bring wealth to the game, just a boy toy, but a girl likes to have some fun once in a while, too.

And when this woman selects her deck chair, well located, she removes her robe facing that younger man. Check this out, pretty boy. Carlo begins to mix the drinks.

Kathy spots Enrico right away. She makes a point of not linking eyes with him. Old history. But she does recognize the game as Enrico approaches today’s woman, the drink with the red flower in his hand, while he hands over the one with the white flower to the woman. Lots of smiles, back and forth. Thinly veiled mutual appraisals of naked bodies, and lots of laughter. Enrico talks with his hands. He does deliberately twitch his cock so that it begins to grow. Nice trick. The woman lets her legs spread apart. Nice of her. Enrico steps away to get drink refills.

By the time the second set of drinks are gone, Enrico is busy selling the short trip to the aft deck to her. She might find it interesting. She smiles and nods and offers her hand so he can assist her in standing. She is feeling the drinks as they walk hand in hand, just a bit unsteady, toward the stern, where they go out of sight. Kathy catches Frank’s eye, and they smile. Kathy gets a bit turned on looking at Enrico, but not like the day before. She recognizes a rogue when she sees him.

Kathy is busy watching the three young men engaging in the cruise ship ritual of shuffleboard. The naked version. Three blue eyed blonde boys, college age, quite athletic, conspicuously naked. Attempting the shuffleboard version of the Top Gun volleyball game, while looking around for women. It’s two against one so the competition is not fair, but they are having fun. Shuffleboard is generally a calm game, but with enough youth and beer it can get interesting. Kathy also gets interested as the young men are bouncing around, and their cocks are doing the same. Looks like they need a fourth. Kathy gets there first, so the young woman that Frank is watching sits back down on her chair. Not smiling.

Ostensibly, Kathy is asking if they need a fourth for their game. Lots of smiles. Handshakes. Earnest efforts to look into faces rather than checking out bodies. But heck, these young guys are liking what Kathy arrived with. When out of her vision they are blatantly leering. Frank is watching and sees that Kathy clearly enjoys this. Check the nipples. The game resumes. Scoring earns high fives, hand shakes, and whenever possible, a hug of Kathy. The hugs progress from the civil greeting version to far more intimate. Kisses. Some tighter squeezes are leading to some groping, light spanks on her rear, and soon the sandwich, two guys with her in the middle, which presents the access to her breasts and when they get away with this, hands invading between her thighs. Kathy stroking those erections suggests they might continue, if they can behave themselves. But they cannot. One guy steps over to his robe and comes back with his own stateroom key card. Now with competition, these friends are facing off. At this, Kathy thanks them and declines the invitation with her smile. She leaves. And the woman Frank has been watching all along slides into the vacuum, taking her breasts and other body parts with her. Not long after, the four leave together. Bet she’ll have a fun afternoon. Enrico returns hand and hand with the older woman, who is smiling, flushed, a mite wobbly on her feet, and after putting on their robes, they leave together, also. Looks like they will have fun together.

Kathy has a good afternoon. Leaving those three penises behind she grabs her robe and walks over to where Frank is sitting. Predictably she is horny and she can rely on her husband.

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Yes dear.”

Frank tries to always be cooperative when Kathy “orders” him to bed. She is already working on his cock in the elevator. Ya can hide a lot from the cameras when you wear a robe. Back in their state room her favorite game has him on his back with her riding, all whilst impaled by his cock. Once she gets herself off that first time, he can do anything he wants. When she is on simmer, most anything he does takes her over the top. They can go for hours this way. This time he continues reminding her, “I love you” with each thrust into her. Stuffing the voters box. He wins the election.

Back home, they discus consulting a professional. Kathy knows of a man who is a member of their health club. She books a session for herself. Then, a week later, the two of them go to see him together. Dr. Rich Caslick greets them. Introductions all around.

“Welcome back, Kathy. Do you have something to tell Frank?”

“Yeah”

Frank is all ears, because the two of them are sailing in unknown waters.

“Frank, truth. I’ve actually been seeing Dr. Caslick for a couple of months. I’m trying to understand what happens to me when I see certain men. I’ve been this way for a few years, and it makes me crazy. There is nothing about you and me that I question, that I want to change. I swear that there is nothing that is coming between us. But the operative word here is yet. I want to stop looking at other men. I love you. I pretend not to look, but I still do, and it gets me hot. It gets me sexually excited. Dr. Caslick tells me that I am normal. That going home to you aroused is good for us. But then he asks me what I might do if actually approached by one of these hot guys, and I told him about the guy on the ship. And what I did. And he asked me what you did.”

“Frank, that about covers what Kathy and I have talked about. Do you have any thoughts?”

“Kathy and I are in love. We have a fabulous sex life. And this is often driven by the excitement she brings home after man watching. Clearly, they turn her on. I know that she sometimes watches male stripper videos. This turns her on too.

“Now, I figure I’m a normal man. I sometimes see a woman that turns me on, and I have carried that notion home to Kathy. And I’d be lying if I denied watching videos. But you want to know how I felt on the ship when I was watching Kathy and that man. Now that’s confusing. In a nutshell, some confusion, some fear….such behavior has ended many relationships. But truth? I got turned on too, watching her, and him.”

“I thought as much. Kathy mentioned this, but I wanted your version. So what’s next? Where do you see this going?”

Frank is sweating a bit. He looks over to Kathy. She is hugging herself. He speaks.

“Dr. Caslick…neither one of us had much experience when we met each other. I’m not going to lie. I’ve wondered what it would be like with another woman. And I carry some resentment over what I missed out on. No resentment that I found Kathy. Just kind of a free floating resentment. I gotta figure Kathy has done the same. I don’t go there and I don’t think she has either. But we both, I think, have wondered. I think we both figure we have missed out on something. Maybe something important. I don’t want to harbor resentments. We’ve been drifting toward testing new limits. We don’t want blind random experiences. I guess it goes like this… you are the professional expert. Do relationships survive such curiosity?”

“Let’s clear one thing. I don’t think either of you are sex addicts. You do not obsess. You get horny and then you get on with normal lives. A little lust, eh! a condiment. Do relationships survive when people go further? Yes, and no. Not to be taken lightly. I can see that you two have given this some thought. The couples I’ve known and the stats from research, for what that’s worth, suggest that couples who just jump into new beds without being clear in their goals and tolerances often find disappointment. Some relationships won’t survive. Others find satisfaction. Success seems to balance upon their ability to separate sex for sex sake, from love and making love. From what I know of you two, you have so far naturally recognized this difference. If your union is not only strong, but flexible, and you are both on the same page, sex with certain others can strengthen a marriage. Sneaking around won’t work. Go home, talk for a week or more, and we will meet again.”

Two weeks later……. Frank and Kathy settle their feelings. Both feel the only resolution is to actually experience some of what they feel they have missed, to see if this might clear some of these resentments. So Dr. Caslick asks if both are ready to go forward. And since Kathy has the most curiosity right now, are they both ready for her to break the ice first? Well, it seems they are.

“So, do you two have someone picked out? Presumably you have some ideas. You want someone who is very attractive, the sight of whom sets you off, Kathy…. and is safe, who knows what is happening with you, who can tolerate if you change your mind in the heat of battle. Do you know someone you can ask?”

“Well, yes. I want to have sex with you, Dr. Caslick. I trust you. And yes, you are hot…”

Not sure he is expecting this…..

“Normally a therapist wouldn’t go near this, but since I work with couples therapy and I am licensed as a surrogate, I can legally and morally participate. Are you both on board with this?”

“Yes. It’s lady’s choice and I approve.”

Dr. Caslick smiles….

“And let me be frank, Frank… I’ll be delighted.”

Kathy’s “session” with Dr. Caslick, as revealed above, went very well, and the concerns expressed by both Kathy and Frank have subsided. A week later the doctor asks if any possible problems might have been revealed, and both heads shook no. Frank offers up one comment.

“Doc, she hasn’t let me rest for a whole week. We couldn’t be happier. Whatever you did, you should bottle it.”

“Frank, it wasn’t me, but within Kathy. Do you think you guys will try this again?”

Kathy replied….

“I guess we will see who comes through the door next.”

A few weeks later…..

Kathy feels like a big sister for June. Kathy hits the health club at least three times every week, and although she doesn’t officially have a trainer, she has befriended this younger woman who works as a personal trainer at the club. At 22 years of age, June is actively trying to rebuild her life after tragically losing her husband in a traffic accident a year ago. These two were childhood sweethearts and had married right out of high school. Now after only two years of marriage, she finds herself alone. She fears she was done with happiness for life.

But now June is walking a foot above the floor when she announces to Kathy that she has passed the final hurdle, and now has a real estate license. And she is going to leave her job with the club. She has landed a job with a real estate firm. She now has a future, and it feels great. Except she has given up on ever finding a man to share her life with.

“Congrats girl! That’s great! I am so happy for you. No secret you were kinda floating around without a purpose for a while there. You look happy now. Really, you do. It’s been what, about a year since you lost Gil? Do you think you are also ready to open up your, ah social calendar a little?”

“I haven’t dated at all since….”

June went quiet all of a sudden. Kathy picked up on this.

“But what….?”

“It’s like I don’t deserve to be happy, or that if I began dating again, what if I fall in love. I’d feel like I was being unfaithful to Gil.”

“But I’ve been watching you for that year, and you are a new woman. You can be happy now. It’s OK. It’s OK. You know that. I’m betting if Gil is watching he is rooting for you. He would want happiness for you. So what is wrong?”

“I am ashamed to tell you. It’s been a year now with no man. And, uh, oh shit, oh fuck it…I miss some of it. Like, I did like having sex. And a year is a long time. I never had alone time to get horny back then. And now….”

“There is a cure for that, you know.”

“I know. It’s just, for me….wrong. I don’t know if I can ever love again. I can’t imagine even thinking about sex. But, oh shit… I want to get laid.”

“If you are all that horny, a man just to fix that can always be found. Just remember that this is all you want from him, and let him know that.”

I have an idea……

Frank is gnawing down on a pastrami on rye while his laptop is grinding out some data, as he does a trial run on some new code, when the doorbell rings. Working from home has many advantages, but the down side is doorbell ringing. But he clicks on the front door camera to see who is trying to pester him this time. If somebody out there is pushing some religion he simply doesn’t answer the door.

Whoa! Look at her. Oh help me….a pretty lady with red hair. My Achilles heel. Red hair. And freckles. She is holding a large folder against her chest, under her left arm, hiding half of her chest, but the right one has an erect nipple I can see from here. And she is practicing her smile waiting for someone to open the door.

He catches himself in the mirror in the hall. Needs a shave. Thanks for actually putting on a real shirt and jeans today. And he showered last night, so not disgusting. He finger combs his hair. Let’s go say hi.

Reaching for the door knob, Frank goes down the list…smile, make sure the thug is not hiding behind the bush using her as bait, (this is still California) and for heaven’s sake, look at her face before you size up her tits.

“Good afternoon. Are you Mr. Cummins?”

“Yep. Hi there, What are we doing today?”

She hands him a business card and a pamphlet.

“My name is June Summers. I’m with Sunshine Realtors. Sorta. I’m brand new, and part of brand new is getting out here meeting new people, pestering them by ringing doorbells and catching them in their bathrobes, and practicing my little speech. And of course, learning the neighborhood so when I can actually help people, I don’t screw it up.”

Big smile, albeit clearly nervous. Sounds sincere. Sense of humor. Red blouse to garner attention, like the politicians with their red ties. Hopefully she is more honest than that bunch. “OK then, please step in and we can let you at least recite your little speech.”

Big smile from him. And the chance to really check out her as she walks past, looking around and trying not to trip over her own feet. Nice tits. Really cute. Love redheads with freckles. Wonder if she has some on her chest. She moves really well, so she is fit. Holy crap! She just did a screen shot at my package.

Frank doesn’t yet know that June can lead five exercise classes without breaking a sweat. She has broken over-muscled men who thought that a little thing like her couldn’t possibly challenge them. Her best marathon was around three hours. She has smallish breasts largely because she has the body fat of a weight lifter. And the muscles.

“Mr. Cummins, in the real world I’d be here to evaluate your home as a prelude to actually putting your home on the market. You know, like determining a price range and listing all the good things about your home, when we are trying to attract potential buyers. Now this is not for real and I’m not trying to sell you anything. You are only a training aide for me, and only if you are actually willing. You can simply say no and I’m gone. No hurt feelings.”

“That’s fine. I’m happy to help. Let me shut down my computer, because it’s all secret and if I let you see it I’d have to kill you.”

Big smile. In his mind it is secret. Of course you can wander around our house if I can let my eyes wander around you. That one doesn’t make it to his mouth. Back to behaving himself.

“OK where do we start?”

“Yes, well first we do a walk through so I’m familiar with the layout. I’m not going to measure the rooms as I would if we were actually thinking about listing your home, but this is, again, part of my learning.”

“Well, this is the living room, over there dining, through here, follow me, the kitchen, and down here…three bedrooms and two baths.”

June takes in the living and dining rooms, and walks around the kitchen.

“Oh, very nice. Love what you’ve done with this, and it’s a good feature in a sales presentation. First thing the woman house buyer looks at, the kitchen.”

They head down the hall, and he opens the first bedroom door. She steps in and then turns to leave when a gust of wind outside tries to slam shut the door next to them, because the window is open. They both see this, and she turns right while he turns left to catch the door, which works, but also leaves them rubbing up against each other, as in throughly rubbing up against each other. Face to face. She can’t help herself. She blurts out,

“Wooo, that was fun….No wait! I’m so sorry. That was totally inappropriate.”

“No harm; no foul.”

“I used to live with a door like that, and my reaction was just muscle memory or something. I’m sorry.”

Redheads flush so easily. It looks good on her. So do those two nipples pushing out her blouse. Change the subject.

June’s nipples are a fact of life with her. Gil loved them because beyond their beauty, they are exquisitely sensitive. He could drive her to the clouds without going anywhere but there. And since she didn’t need to wear bras designed by engineers to handle a load, the wispy ones that let her nipples rule suffice. Right now, she feels her nipples hardening, which is always a thrill. But what the heck is happening to me?

“Anyway, down here is the master with bath, and bedroom number three and the hall bathroom.”

This lets her off the embarrassment hook. Back around to the kitchen, the door leading to the backyard. No lawn in back, but rolled gravel walkways, beds for vegetables and flowers, a rock garden with that tiny waterfall.

“Here’s the shed, and our little forest back there. They tell me the trees will grow if we wait long enough.”

June’s mind is drifting. First, this guy looks good! He is hot! And he keeps his house clean, and he is working for a living. And this yard….so welcoming and comfortable. I wonder if he is as comfortable as his living space? Look, even bird feeders, and they are full of seeds. He cares….. Her mind is racing. Should she or shouldn’t she?

Pulling the big, heavy tape measure out of her cavernous purse, 100 feet, she concedes that it is intimidating.“I have never actually played around with this monster. Is it OK with you if I measure your yard? Practice. I don’t want my first experience with this thing to blow up in my face, when it counts.”

“Heck yes. These actually are easy. I can teach you the tricks so this doesn’t turn into a mess. It can be done with one person and wooden stakes, but it’s just easier with two people. Here, let’s practice on the back of the house. You hold the big part here and I grab this little thing and walk over to the other corner pulling out the tape.”

He positions her at one corner, and then turns to walk away with the fabric tape playing out. Somehow, while holding the heavy tape measure, she also manages to undo the top button of her blouse when he is not looking. Should she or shouldn’t she has been settled. She thinks herself crazy, but he is so hot!

“OK, good. I put my end, which is actually the beginning, right on the corner, and we do this close to the ground because the tape will sag in the middle, so you put your end right on your corner, down low. It’s marked at every foot, and with the inches one through eleven between each foot. So, what do you see?”

“It says, 56 feet, and….8 inches.” “Ok, just hold it there and I’ll verify that for you.”

Frank pulls out his cock to show her what 8 inches is. (HAH! got ya! Just kidding)

He leaves his end on the ground and walks toward her. That’s when the squatting woman becomes the falling on her back woman, complete with the flailing legs and the very quick look at the black thong. From that distance, he cannot see how damp the thong has become, but other wise the effect on him registers.

Running up, he helps her to her feet, again with just a bit of a brush of breast on his arm. “Are you OK?”

“Oh yeah, just my pride.”

“Here, let me double check your measurement. Yep, perfect. Now, do you know how to wind up the tape?”

“Aw, no…”

“It’s simple. This pulls out to turn into a crank. Wind that in this direction and the tape goes right back in, like that, yeah. Now, with your other hand, let the tape slide through two fingers, with just enough pinch so the tape lays down properly inside and doesn’t tangle.”

He needs to reach around in front of her to demonstrate and place her hand correctly. He is careful, but so is she. She manages to rub her right one on his arm. Immediately he apologizes.

“Oh sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

Their arms are still entwined, and her face is right there, looking up at his, and she wears a different smile. Oh, and her breast is still rubbing on his arm. Which of course pushes open her blouse. There are tits in there, but he notices the freckles. This is the gentleman test…..

He pulls back, needing to change the subject. “Let me show you the surveyor’s mark in the ground in that back corner of the lot.”

He finishes winding up the tape, and leads her back into the trees to the corner, and kneeling down he begins brushing away pine needles to find the mark, set in cement. June leans in to see, and to no surprise, she begins rubbing her tit on his shoulder. OK fine. Let’s find out right now…..

She stands right next to him, and here is her leg, and the hem of her skirt. Frank lays his right hand on her calf, wrapping the fingers around and giving just a slight squeeze. Sharp intake of her breath. But no smack on his head. So I’ll let my fingers slide up and down a bit. No stockings of any kind, just warm skin. No objection so far. Fingers slide up to her knee, moving more to the inside of her leg. Electric charge shoots up her spine. He feels a slight tremor in her leg. Another audible uptake of air. OK, just finger tips now, little up and down slides along the inside of her thighs, every few times a bit higher. His hand disappears under her skirt. The muscle twitches are much more pronounced now, and her breathing deepens. Slide a bit higher, and she moans. Oh gawd! Squeeze her thigh muscles, just for fun. Her mouth open so the sounds are louder. Frank is getting real close now. Her inner thigh, with soft skin and twitching muscles is fun to play with. More fun is right over there. Frank reaches the dead end of his climb. The edge of fabric doesn’t slow him, but caution does. He is sliding his index finger back and forth and she keeps trying to maneuver him closer. “Hi, are you good with this?”

Always the gentleman. “No I’m not!. You are making me crazy. Keep going….please!”

“OK, how about this!”

Once his index finger is sliding up and down her crack, the complaints cease.

“Oh gawd don’t stop. Yes!! yes!!”

Frank gets the full body shudder once he finds her clit. Now she is sounding like he is her best friend, ever, She rests a hand on his shoulder for balance. Panting, head now rolling back and forth. Lot of back and forth in this business. Strange sounds from her mouth. Frank looks up, and she is unbuttoning her blouse and pulling out her left breast from under her bra. Now she is squeezing and rubbing and pinching one of those sensitive nipples. Frank raises the energy level. Lot of pent up passion in this lady. Not gonna take much more. More comes from pushing aside the soggy thong and inserting just one finger without losing the rhythm imparted by his other fingers. He can reach her nipple with his mouth without pulling out his finger. Passion no longer pent up. Thar she blows. June is overwhelmed with pleasure by the first orgasm in a year, but she manages to stand despite her body trying to roll into a ball. With some help from Frank… With his off hand wrapped around her he holds her up, without missing a beat with the one still stirring her pot.

Frank carries her limp body into the house, to the guest bedroom, and sets her up sitting on the edge of the bed. He removes her blouse and goes to unfasten her bra. She looks at him with a quizzical expression.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry, thought you might be more comfortable without all this getting in the way. Besides, I like looking at you. You are one very pretty lady. “

“But, aren’t we done?”

“Ah, done?”

“You know, you get me off and I get you off and we’re done. Right?”

“Uh, sometimes. I figured I wasn’t done with you yet. Sorry if that is presumptuous of me.”

“You mean, you didn’t finish? I kinda lost touch with reality for a while here. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“OK time out. Nobody’s mad. I don’t quite get what you want. I like to keep pleasuring a woman until she asks me to stop. Are you asking me to stop?”

“I don’t understand what you are doing.”

“Yeah, me too. I’m no expert here. You are the second woman I’ve had sex with, ever. I got a late start. And technically, I haven’t had sex with you, according to one president anyway, because I didn’t, ah, actually have sex with you.”

“You didn’t?”

“Nope. I carried you in here to continue what we started outside. I am arrogant enough to believe that I can do much more with you than we have. And when you have had enough, you just say enough. By then I wouldn’t mind getting off myself. You know, later. You are about my age. How many men have you had sex with?”

“One”

“I am not going to judge your experience. That is not my place. Let me suggest this…let’s go back to where I set you on the bed and start over. My intention is to continue pleasuring you. If this is different from your experience, I will just suggest that you give me the chance to pleasure you more.”

“You can do that?”

“With great pleasure.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Let’s start with kiss me.”

June is still tingling from the first orgasm, and everything she owns is hypersensitive, just waiting for the next opportunity. Frank supplies this. June is receptive to his kisses, and the hands on her cheeks and neck and slowly down to her breasts. This she really likes. He manages to finish removing her bra this time, and yes, out of the way is better. Caress breasts, pinpoint attention to nipples. Just when she is ready his hand reaches her pussy. Her clit is insanely sensitive, so soft torture only. No hurry because it all is good. Number two orgasm arrive when appropriate.

No objection this time when Frank tugs off her skirt and that thong. Her legs spread apart, likely expecting him to mount her. But Frank’s next good idea is a little oral sex. Comes as a surprise, but she is flying high and goes with the flow. An hour later she has lost count of the orgasms, which hardly matters as they all blur together anyway. She is soaked with perspiration. Her redhead white skin is flushed. Her eyes no long focus. She feels as if her body has melted into the mattress.

The bed in this room is tall. Perfect height, actually. June is on her back, legs askew, panting, dazed. Her skin is flushed. Those lovely breasts are salted with freckles, and topped by world class nipples, alert and ready. Frank stands between her legs, taking in the view as he sharpens up his cock by sliding it along her crack and over her clit. Frank has seen some beautiful sights, sunrise on the Grand Teton, sunsets in the Arizona desert, but this view of June, her eager pussy, twitching tummy, luscious breasts, pretty face, trashed hair, un-focused eyes……something special.

So of course, now he fills her with his cock. And she who thought it could not possibly feel better, finds a new hobby. Frank is not a 12 strokes and done kind of guy. This also she enjoys. He carries her into the stratosphere several more times. When he cannot resist anymore, he does finally blow his load, to their mutual delight.

June is done, Frank is happy. They lay entwined on the wrecked bed, not caring that the sheets are soaked. Frank holds one breast in his hand. The ejaculate puddle on the sheet is still congealing between her thighs. After a while, June’s eye opens. Who???

Shit!!!!

Kathy is standing in the doorway, looking at the two of them in the bed. She steps into the room and walks right up to the bed.

“Looks like you two had some fun.”

Kathy is smiling. She kisses June on her cheek, and Frank on his mouth. She does the handshake greeting with his cock. Turns out she set this up, or at least got the two together, and they worked it out the natural way. June thanks her. Seems she isn’t horny anymore, and is in fact pretty well relaxed. An hour later, with it all talked out, June reluctantly leaves. Then of course, Kathy blows Frank until his cock returns to full function, and she rides him until she has resolved her needs.

The next day, the cute guy who works with June at the club, who could not date her when they were both employees, calls and they will go out for coffee.

A week later, Kathy is doing a hardware install at the hospital where Luke, the hottie maintenance guy, works. She carries in the carton holding the unit she will wire into the system. The computer server room is in the basement. Luke is pushing his cart down the hallway when he sees Kathy lugging in the big box. Luke takes his break at the same time every day, and he passes through this hallway on the way to the employee coffee room. What an amazing coincidence that she bumps into him on the one day she is carrying a heavy load. Kathy is getting hot just looking at him, Oh, and she forgot her panties and her bra, with only the white camisole and the nearly transparent blouse hiding her goodies. With that top button undone, she must be very careful not to bend over in front of drop dead sexy guys. Like when she must install more hardware, down in the server room, where no one ever comes around to break the mood.

“Hey Luke, do you have a minute to help me with this anchor?”

She has her little medical bag of tools also. Luke of course, will do about anything for her. Kinda smitten by her. What a gentleman. Poor guy has to live with the wiggle the bra she is not wearing would control. That darn buckle on her right sandal is acting up again. In the privacy of the elevator Kathy kneels to tighten the strap. Luke is holding the box as he towers over her. Directly over her. Kathy figures he is getting the double nipple view. So even after setting the heavy box down in the server room, Luke sticks around, just in case he is needed. Kathy does in fact need him, and after so many accidental brushes of arm against arm, and more views of her tits, and her asking him to crawl under the table to plug in a power cord with her standing right there looking at something on the table, while he is looking at something under her skirt.

Small wonder, when she bends WAY over the table to plug in the last cable, she leaves her lower half hanging around behind her. Luke shows up with hands on her hips constraining her, and pressing his body into her rear. Somehow his cock slides out and he is rubbing it against her. Kathy reaches behind, locates it, and soon is stroking his swollen cock with her right hand. Luke manages to open her blouse, raise up her camisole, and spill out her breasts, which hang enticingly below her. He cups her breasts with his hands as he rubs against her. Funny how both the man and the woman can enjoy her breasts at the same time.

Kathy turns to face him, for kissing and opening his shirt, and then to suck his cock into operating mode. She made sure her breasts were still out in the open to frame his view of her sucking his cock, with her eyes locked on his. Luke’s jeans wrapped around his ankles and his shirt flapping, he lifts her onto the table.

Luke isn’t much for foreplay, but she was wet down below since the elevator ride, so prep work is unnecessary. Kathy is on the table, on her back, skirt pulled up, breasts out and on display, legs spread, pussy looking out at Luke’s cock moving in. Luke enjoys this view too. Wow, she is going to be fucking one of her hot guys! Soon they are entertaining each other. Luke only has a half hour break, but this is adequate for this classic quickie. He imparts pleasure doing his part as Kathy rubs her own clit. She manages to get off twice before he gets his turn.

He pulls up his pants and she straightens out her skirt and buttons up her blouse, and then she turns on the new unit, too. Sure, she is still leaking down her leg a bit, but she exits the hospital without incident. And feeling much better than before.

And when she gets home to Frank, she gets more and Frank gets his also, when she throws herself at him. She is still as hot as a branding iron. Frank just inserts his cock and hangs on to enjoy the ride.

Ten days later, Frank is wondering how it is possible for so many people, who also use the same health club as Kathy and him, can be crossing his path. Of course this feeds into his conspiracy theory that there is a collective intelligence among groups of women that links all their minds together in their quest to rule the world. Or at least this little patch of the world in which he must operate. He calls this conspiracy, gossip. And this is what we call comic relief, ladies. :)

What starts him wondering is the phone call he answers on a Wednesday morning. The call comes from Ellen Quick, Kathy’s boss and the owner of the company Kathy works for. Ellen is requesting a few moments of his time that afternoon. Mrs. Quick has that ability to make a request that imitates an order quite well.

And she hopes he will be available at their home, which is not going to be a issue because he will already be there. She simply states that she will be there at one. No problem. And he proceeds to forget the work he was going to do on his computer in order to vacuum and dust, and clean the bathroom, wash the dishes, and fill the bird feeders and mow their little front lawn. It’s what ya do when the boss is coming over for a short while.

Ellen Quick arrives at the front door one minute before one. She is a good looking woman, if she would smile. She is maybe 15 years older then Frank. At first glance ya wouldn’t know this because she has taken good care of herself, and clearly is no stranger to a vigorous workout. A bit too much makeup for Frank’s taste, but of course well done. Tailored business suit, light brown, with a tight knee length skirt and some ruffled version of a blouse, with a knotted scarf around her neck. Nylon stockings on her legs. Even under the suit jacket, which is exquisitely tailored, the contour of her breasts would draw any man’s eyes. Oh, and high heels. Her brunette hair is pulled back into a very no nonsense business looking bun. And her smile is practiced if not sincere.

“Welcome, Ms Quick.”

The boss is addressed by her last name.

“Good to see you again, Frank.”

First name for employees and their family.

She wastes no time on frivolity.

“Frank, we have an issue that I must discuss with you. Let’s begin with the incident a week and a half ago. Kathy, my employee and your wife, was reported to me because of an assignation between her and a Grand Nation Hospital employee, Luke Smith. They apparently had sex in the server room in the basement of the hospital, during business hours. This is not a sanctioned activity for my employees, as you can well imagine. This will reflect badly on the firm if it gets out.

“Now, I understand, from reliable sources, that you and your wife Kathy have some agreement with each other in that you both can take various sexual partners, and this doesn’t bother you. Is this true?”

Startled, it took Frank a moment to digest this development. Is this going to cost Kathy her job? Will Quick poison Kathy’s future job prospects? Who the heck told Quick all this? And why is she talking with me?

“Not sure why you are here talking about this with me. If you are thinking about disciplining her, why not bring this to Kathy? Why is it an issue at all? If I am not mistaken, Kathy was on her lunch break, and the guy was on break, so technically neither was ‘at work’. Do you object to this on their private time?”

“Frank, Kathy’s job is not at risk over this. I will remind her to be prudent and not to be doing things that might harm the company, and that will be that. No, I wanted to talk with you about something else, related..… I don’t know anybody else with whom I can talk. You two are married, yet you tolerate Kathy….. having sex with others. Doesn’t this lead to fights and resentments? How did you two come up with this idea, and do you worry about the future of your marriage? I mean, who does this?”

Gotta be that gossip factory at the club. Nothing to do now but introduce honesty.

“Oh, OK. Well, let’s see. Both of us, when we got together, had very limited experience with the opposite sex. In fact, we both married the first person we had sex with. And we are very happy with each other. We have great sex with each other. But we believe that seeing attractive people walking around out there, attractive as in wanting to have sex with attractive, is a universal thing. But all of society’s rules seem to be set up to prevent that normal attraction from being acted upon. But let’s get real. People do this. Obviously, this blows up a lot. Heck, look at the politicians. But clearly some people benefit from this. So, we are normally not allowed to enjoy a variety of attractive people, if we passed on the opportunity before we married our loves. Well, Kathy and I are doing this anyway. Probably, after we work out some of our unanswered questions this will cease. Or not….

“What if there is a difference between sex for its own sake, and sex with the one we love. Sex can be very much like tapping your knee with a hammer and seeing the leg kick. A reflexive response to the desire. This is different from, and not as rewarding as, making love. Sex without love is fun, but it is largely self-indulgent. Making love is sharing pleasure with the one you love, as well as indulging yourself. We’ve tasted sex with others very little so far, but when Kathy came home from the hospital the other day, after having fun sex, she immediately took me to bed and loved me with enthusiasm, which for a guy is great, because the more this woman likes sex with me the happier I will be. Happy wife; happy life, ya know. Can’t say for sure, but I figure this works the same from the other direction.”

“Interesting…”

“We aren’t anybody special, but so far this is filling a gap we had that was gnawing at us. It has been a positive.”

“Well Frank, you just told my story. I’ve been married since I was your age, and I have only been with one man my whole life. It’s been a good marriage. I love making love to my husband. But I think I have missed some of the sex part. Don’t take me wrong. Pete is a great guy, but he gives me pretty much the same ride every time, and I know there are other horses out there. I feel sometimes that I don’t have many more years before no one will be interested in me. All these years of wishing and wanting, when I’ve seen hot men… The dreams….I don’t want to run off with any one of them. Most probably wouldn’t want that anyway. I love my husband. But, I don’t want to settle any longer. What if one time the hot guy asks me, or I work up the courage to ask him….?

“Frank…..you are the hot guy I just saw…. Would you consider answering my question, the one I want to ask you?”

“You want me to have sex with you?”

“That. Pardon my French, I want to fuck you.”

“Be like a cat. A cat operates under the principle that it never hurts to ask for what you want.” Ellen reaches up and lets down her hair, shakes her head to leave it go wild, and then Frank sees the genuine smile she usually hides. The jacket comes off to lay across a chair back. She turns to face Frank. He makes sure she catches his leering eyes taking in all of her. Her shoes land somewhere over there. Both of her hands busy themselves with the buttons on her blouse. She slips off her blouse and it lands on the jacket. She leaves the scarf tied loosely around her neck.

Here is a risqué bra, black, sufficiently low cut and pushed up so Frank can enjoy a landscape of soft bulging breasts. He is denied only her nipples. It functions to serve up her breasts on a platter. Franks eyes settle in there.

“Like em? I bought this bra just for today.”

“I approve.”

“Good, can I kiss you?”

“How’s this…. You get to do anything you want. Let’s make this a fantasy fulfilled. I’ll go with your lead. Do you want to take charge, or shall I?”

“Oh, I want you to sweep me off my feet. You can’t live without me.”

Carpe Diem. Seize the Day, or in this case, the woman.

Picture the innocent man finally freed from prison crashing through the front door. The woman stands there, unbelieving, arms hanging at her sides. She has never given up hope……Her face lights up. Frank steps right into her face. Looking down into her eyes. He takes both of her shoulders into his hands and pulls her forward so he can lay on a monster wet and eager kiss. The long version. He roughly pulls her close, which makes sure that she rubs her breasts on his chest. Which she does. This frees up one nipple. More kisses of the voracious version. Then he bends her over backwards so his mouth goes to her neck and throat, and shoulders. That sound is her moaning.

He jerks the bra straps off her shoulders and everything spills out the front. Two luscious breasts, not the 19 year old upright version, but looking more than adequate. Diving in, he buries his face in this soft landing. His only regret being he can only suck on one nipple at a time. Ellen loans her breasts to him with no return date.

Frank has skills. He has mastered the bra clasp-ectomy, one hand version, and that garment peels off, forgotten. Grab some soft breast. Ellen is on the verge of being overcome by pleasure already. She has not been ravaged like this since she was so very young, when she first gave her husband the nod when he came home on leave. She wants to be carried away. She moans and yipes and keeps agreeing with Frank.

“Yes, Yes, Yes!”

All that bare skin. No time wasted with subtlety, Frank’s hand slides quickly down her body. Her muscles under his hand twitch in response. The waist of her skirt is no impediment and his fingers quickly settle into her warm moist pussy. They seem welcome there. Her heavy breathing, hissing intakes of air, groans of anticipation fill the room. The variety of noises from her mouth reinforce that notion that she is hungry for this attention. Ellen is trembling, and Frank is holding her up. Being able to use two hands will help, so he lays her down on the couch.

Frank tugs off Ellen’s skirt. She can sew on the button later. Her legs fall back down, flying apart on the way, one off the side of the couch, bringing her pussy into view. He savors this present as he quickly pulls off his shirt. Ellen Quick is naked, save for her scarf, before another man. She has prepared herself with the trimming away of most of her hair down there. Her pussy is already glistening with her juices. Standing above her, he drops his trousers. His cock springs up. Her eyes fly open. She wants it. No, she needs it. She licks her lips. Here’s a first for Frank. A garter belt to keep the nylon stockings in order, without blocking his access to her pussy. The black bits of elastic nicely frame the view between her legs. She seems eager for his eyes. And from the way she is admiring his cock, she seems eager to receive it too. But, there is some licking needed first. Frank’s favorite hobby. His first reaction as he settles in; she is ready for his cock. She wants him. But there is so much to be gained by motivating her down here for a while.

A pussy is a veritable treasure trove of nerve endings. Whomever designed these had a good heart. Frank’s tongue and lips try to find each and every one. He knows how to find the deeper ones too. The proper application of tickle, friction, and pressure can make a pussy a very happy place. Frank sets out to prove this theory.

Her first orgasm arrives like a fast ball into the catcher’s mitt, SMACK! radiating through her body. And the dam has burst. Sensing her needs, he perseveres and several more orgasms build and then spill out. She is writhing around now. Panting. Stomach muscle are trembling. Leg muscles. Frank grabs a breast and the two of them together shift up a gear. She is still agreeing with him. Oh yes, yes, and then words he cannot identify. Ellen squeezes his head between her thighs. Fortunately Frank can hold his breath for a long time. Ellen is slowly melting into the couch like silly putty in the sun, helpless, but happy. Her life has shrunken down to the size of her pussy. Nothing else exists. Don’t stop, don’t…… He doesn’t stop until she can only twitch.

But now her mood expands when a large, hard cock moves into her life. Not sure what she is seeing anymore as her eyes seem out of focus, but her lips open to a big OH as he gently enters her. He presses in with all he has, than pauses for a while. She begins to move around under him to get more out of this, so he pulls the switch, and a new routine enters her life.

“Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh fuck yes!”

Not very lady like. She is no longer the pushy prudish boss who has so recently entered her employee’s house. She is desperate for more. Animal lust. Primitive responses. Breasts jerking up and down in unison as Frank thrusts. A lack of subtlety to his efforts. Ellen does a little wild screaming as each successive rage of pleasure shoots through her body. Harder!! Faster!! Deeper!! Gonna be scratch marks on his ass in the morning from EIIen crushing him and his cock against herself. Nobody set the clock, but this all takes a while. But all good things must come to an end. He agrees when her urgent wail requests a favor, “cum in me!!!”. Moments later the couch is going to need a fucking good cleaning. And Mrs. Quick will never be the same.

No more, “Argue for your limits, and you will achieve them”. In one afternoon, Frank has raised the bar.

Frank is breathing hard. Sweating. Cock slowly returning to storage mode, but still inside her. He is trying not to put all his weight on her as she is slowly recovering. But his arms are getting tired. Her eyes open as his cock slips out. She is doing some more dripping. She looks up at him when he stands. Silly smile on her face. Passing her fingers over her pussy, she picks up some of what he left. Looking at it, she looses wild laughter. Then wipes her finger with her scarf.

“I think I’m going to owe you two a new couch.”

“You OK?”

“Way better than OK. Is this where I thank you?”

“If you wish. Honestly, I don’t actually know what the protocol is. I’m kinda new to this myself. I could thank you for instance. This all kinda worked out.”

“I’m thinking that my talk with Kathy is not gonna happen.”

“Mrs. Quick. Honesty is a big part of my agreement with Kathy. I will be talking with her about what just happened here. We have no secrets. But it never will go beyond us. What you do with your husband is your business. But it you still need to talk with Kathy, you should.”

“Oh gawd. Just call me Ellen. I think the play nice with the boss thing has been handled. And yes, you are right. It will be a different talk.”

They both laugh. Ellen gets a thoughtful look on her face.

“My daughter is just turning 18 next week. I know she is no virgin. Nobody today is. But I want to talk with her about what you said. about the difference between sex and making love. Can’t imagine you invented that, but a mother should pass on experience to her daughter, because not everyone out there is as nice as you.”

“You gonna tell your husband?”

“Not sure…. I didn’t mention this before, but I’m pretty sure he has stepped out a few times. Pretty sure he has a double standard, though.”

“Then, be careful.”

Frank is pretty sure that the next time her husband reaches for her in bed, the result will not be the same old ride. And yeah, she might not wait for him to ask.

After she left, Frank begins the first step in couch cleaning with the spray can, and then hits the shower. He wants to be ready when Kathy comes home. They have a date tonight.

Meanwhile, Kathy is heading across town late in this afternoon. Her favorite dentist has another crisis. Seems someone clicked on a wrong icon, and all the practice financial records are now safe somewhere in the computer… Somewhere so safe that no one can find them. So call Kathy.

Kathy has been man watching Dr. Steve Folger for more than a year. He is “her type”, the tall athletic needs a shave kinda guy. No shortage of confidence, and no doubt he actively pursues the ladies. Kathy has a nickname for him. She calls him package. Yeah, because of that. Her favorite hobby, when she has been called to his office, is to leave her bra behind and the top button open, or as a patient in his chair, that’s the shortest skirt she owns. She does this tease for one reason. She likes to watch his package grow as he leers at her body. She wonders how today might work out. Wading around a computer memory can be real easy, or a real chore. No doubt she will be working after the practice closes for the day, and the staff will all have left. So just her, and the package, and let’s see what happens.

Sure enough, whatever they did to his computers, they did a good, job.

“Dr. Folger. Do you know what they were doing on your business office terminal when they lost that file? That might give a clue as to where to look. Do you still label that file the same? Don’t know? Oh well, it would be easier if we knew what we are looking for. No way they deleted it by mistake? Gawd I hope not.”

She is working her way through various file lists. The search function won’t work without a name for the file. Dr. Folger is busy looking down the front of her blouse as she is standing at the keyboard, bending over. She knows he likes sneaking peeks down the front of her blouse, when she only kinda hides her breasts. She sneaks a peek at the package. He pretends to view the screen by leaning near her, so his hand brushes against the skin of her arm.

Kathy actually knows where she will find the file, but Steve knows teeth better than he knows computers. She can ‘find’ it whenever she wants. Finally, they have been alone in the building for a while. She is feeling a little warm knowing exactly what she has been showing him, and he is visibly aroused.

So she “finds” the file and then saves it in the proper place. They celebrate. He wraps his arm around her shoulders to give a quick thank you hug. He thinks he is getting away with something, but nah!, he is not in charge. She turns to face him as soon as he does this, and she suddenly is right in his face, breasts pressed against his body, and her right thigh lands on that swelling in his pants. Hello….

The kiss now is inevitable, considering. His surprise quickly transitions into delight. More kisses. Two hands on her butt, and two of hers on his. One of his hands wanders casually up her back as they are kissing. Her arm goes up around his neck, leaving him the opening to slide that hand under her arm, hesitate for a moment, and finally rest it on her right breast. The quick squeeze, and then find the nipple. She sucks in some air for his benefit. It’s a go. It’s happening!

Kathy confirms this with her hand clamping over his cock despite the fabric of his pants. She is fumbling with his belt and the hook and he is fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. Somehow both get their job done, and he is rewarded with those glorious breasts that he has lusted after for a year, and she is pulling out the largest cock she has ever seen. Granted, she has not seen that many cocks, save for those on the videos. It’s a scramble as he tries to suck her nipples and she tries to get as much of his appendage into her mouth as possible. Somehow, they get naked and are soon working out on a dental chair. Not comfortable, but a union can be accomplished many ways. Who needs foreplay? Neither will experience their best sex ever this day, but it’s not bad and they don’t turn it down.

Sadly, Kathy learns that some guys with huge cocks don’t always know what to do with them, having never bothered to learn to do anything else for a woman than to impress them with the size of the thing. Still better than a sharp stick in the eye.

Don’t know where Dr. Folger goes when they are finally done, but Kathy hurries home, because she can’t wait to get Frank into bed. She got the best out of her dentist, which was interesting but not memorable, and she can now cross Steve off the list.

Later, she finds out about her boss and Frank, and shaking her head, she laughs. Good for you. And she gets a new couch out of the deal, too.

For some odd reason, their health club seems to also be popular with most all the people they know. Perhaps the club has some unusual magnetism…

The club, as Frank suspects, is a den of gossip and secrets revealed. So eventually Frank and Kathy hear rumors about the party room. And to no one’s surprise, at the bottom of all the rumors we find Frank’s friend, Dan and Kathy’s friend, Judy. Finally out of school, they are still a couple and they still like to party, and they still have plenty of money and friends. And they still like to party……

Frank answers the phone, and hands it over to Kathy. Judy calling. Some small talk. Some catching up. Some hesitancy. Finally Judy invites the two of them to a “special” party at the club. Long after the workout people have gone home and the janitors are done, a small group gathers regularly in the room usually dedicated to the self defense classes, where people toss each other around, judo-ing and karate-ing etc. So the entire floor is padded with thick rubber. This is the combat room.

Frank and Kathy follow a few couples, mostly people they haven’t met, into a small room adjacent to the combat room in which they find tables of finger food, and an assortment of reds and whites, wine that is. and the usual bottles of hard. In the gather of people they recognize Dan and Judy, and a couple casual acquaintances. Introductions. One couple, Dick and Jane, are very friendly and cordial. They are new to the group too. An interesting couple, Dick looks Nordic, tall, athletic, blonde and blue eyes while Jane is Mediterranean, with short black hair. She is a smiler. Pretty, petite with perky breasts. Light on her feet. The rest of the group all seem to know each other, and the high school lunchroom clique feeling thrives, In all, twelve couples. The room has chairs set out, in a large circle. The music playing in the room is a lively collection of jazz and light rock. Lots of conversation and loud laughter. Seems a light, comfortable atmosphere.

It is Frank who notices it, and points it out to Kathy. The group is all couples, with not one stray single. And all the regulars are casually dressed, the ladies provocative to the point ya might think of that other “profession”. And there is not one bra worn by a woman in that regular group. Each woman has herself on display, with the jiggle and nipple show dominating the room. And the men do wide open collars for chest hair, and short sleeves for “the guns”, and trousers made with the best soft fabrics to demonstrate packages. Frank and Kathy notice things like this.

Dan announces Frank and Kathy, as new additions to the group, along with Dick and Jane, and then with everyone seated in the circle, they go around the ring identifying themselves by their first names. Feels a bit like an AA meeting, with tits. A bit odd for a party. Dick and Jane make a point to sit next to the other new couple. A very happy group.

Turns out the circle is a place for what we shall call adult games, beginning with a version of spin the bottle, using a large arrow that spins on the floor in the center. And just like junior high, the spinner person kisses whomever the arrow selects, who happens to be the opposite sex. Lots of laughter as the kisses get more interesting, lasting longer, more tongues, and soon they are spreading to necks, and hands are getting closer to body parts normally off limits in public.

Frank turns to Kathy with a quizzical look. Is this what it seems to be? Dick and Jane seem a bit more comfortable. About then the arrow settles on Kathy, and a good looking guy walks over, and as the group hoots and applauds, he kisses Kathy rather passionately. He asks Kathy to stand while he kisses her.

She looks to Frank and he smiles, so she nods yes. And the man wraps his arms around her and very exaggerated body rubbing happens. Cheers and applause.

As the game progresses, and the group gets rowdier, shirts and blouses begin to come off. So this is why it seems folks came prepared for this. And there were no name tags. No place to hang a tag. The room seems much brighter with that many breasts running around. And the spin the bottle game takes on a whole new attitude.

Adding the huge dice takes it up to a another level. The dice are about a foot on a side, with one die having commands on each face, like kiss, pinch, lick, suck etc…and the other with body parts, face, ass, breast, cock, toes, and pussy.

Frank and Kathy watch as Dan spins and the arrow lands on George’s lady, Barbara. Then each tosses a die and the command suck and the body part breast come up. Barbara sports some seriously large breasts. An intense mouth on breast effort goes on display, to the delight of the crowd. OK, not too scandalous.

But the next guy, Peter, rolls eat, and an arrowed gal, Nancy rolls pussy. Cheers around the room as she drops her shorts and leans back in her chair, legs spread so that Peter can dine on her pussy. When he stops, she leaves her shorts off. And Frank leans over to Kathy and whispers, “I think I know what kind of party this is.”

“Yeah, no shit! You OK with this?”

“So far. You?”

Jane leans over to whisper to Kathy, “Don’t you know? This is a swingers party. It’s our first, and we are a bit nervous. If you want, we four can hang together, for support. I guess. They say you can just watch.”

Kathy is smiling, because just about every guy in the room is her type, or at least close..… hot! So not a problem for her. Jane is looking around, too. And those men smell fresh meat in the bodies of Jane and Kathy. And there is a similar response, but slightly contained, from the regular ladies, re Frank and Dick.

When a tiny bell rings, the twelve couples, most rather naked at this point, wander into the combat room. The rubber floor is now covered with blankets, cushions, and pillows. And not all the couples walking in are partnered up with whom they were earlier. Some of the regulars clearly have already settled on their pairings to begin the evening. Folks mill around for a bit, but soon all are sitting or lying on the floor, in couples and small groups. Talking and kissing and groping and fondling.

As the new girls in town, Kathy is invited to join with Jane, lying on a blanket, center stage. Four other ladies, all naked, will attend to them, for a little introduction and orientation into the group. Immediately, the ladies undress Kathy and Jane. So much for just watching. So Kathy and Jane are naked on their backs, and attending to each, two happy women begin kissing, caressing, massaging, which rapidly turns into breasts getting kissed and pussies stroked and licked, and shortly enjoying a vibrator the size of a little league baseball bat, when a crotch is not being, uh, kissed. Seems that only another woman knows all the good parts, so let’s help the newbies relax. Both are getting really relaxed.

Frank catches Dick’s eye.

“This is some fucking hot!!”

“I’ll say. Your Kathy looks good enough to eat. Don’t want to overstep here, because one of the unwritten rules says the ladies get to set the mood, but if later tonight we, ah you know, do a little swap it wouldn’t break my heart. If it’s OK with you that is.”

“I guess we will see.”

A small gather of both men and women circle round to watch, with Dick and Frank sitting by their lady’s head or holding their hands. The voyeurs eventually wander off to get their own needs met. Predictably, Kathy and Jane are having a real good time. Jane’s orgasms are more subtle, but she is content. Kathy is getting all she could ask for. Time for the other women to move away and blend into the group. Jane remains, lying on Kathy’s right while Frank is on her left. Both are casually running their hands over Kathy’s naked body. Frank sits by her head, petting her hair as she enjoys her post orgasm tingle. Dick is next to Frank, also lightly stroking some of Kathy’s safe parts. He can’t take is eyes off of her. Meanwhile, right next to them, two couples are fucking with the occasional exchange of partners. And Frank is distracted by a lovely red head with a penchant for cock sucking keeping two guys stimulated, on the other side. The entire room is enmeshed bodies writhing about, with appropriate sound effects.

Jane whispers a question to Kathy, “Are you two open to a little soft swap? That’s where I play with Frank and you play with Dick. Ya know, kissing and playing with, uh, body parts. Oral is OK but not, you know, going all the way.”

Kathy looks up to Frank. He smiles and nods. She turns to Jane, “Let’s go.”

Two ladies turn to the other’s husband, and each man is relieved of useless clothing, Both husbands are rewarded with nice bare body hugs, greeting kisses that lead to hot kisses, body stroking. And each husband returns the body stroking, with added breast exploration. Genitals are fun too. Seems both ladies have watched porn, for they go quickly to sucking cocks. Each does this well. Boys are happy. Girls are happy. Moments later, the girls are far more happy. Boys are between their legs, applying tongues and lips to pussies. The guys are extremely good at this. Which says a lot about their teachers, the ladies. No hurry. Find something that works best, and then pursue it.

Funny how oral sex firing off multiple orgasms, after a while, can impact any promises about “not going all the way”. Side by side, two excited couples vote to violate their own rules. The full option is now open for business. Both men go back to their pleasuring the ladies.

Dick stops eating Kathy and as Frank watches, they have a short conversation, some smiles, nods, and kisses. Dick moves up on Kathy, and after a quick suck on her left breast, he slips his cock into her. Kathy’s face does her familiar OH as she feels Dick sliding in. Dick is attentive, and an active little fucker, boring away at Kathy, vocal, skin red and sweating kind of guy. Kathy enjoys his enthusiasm and quickly gets into his efforts. Her face tells it all as the first official public fuck rewards her with the desired goals.

Frank prolongs his oral stimulation of Jane until she is limp and panting. He raises up to enjoy his view of her. She looks luscious laying there with her short black hair, eyes closed, weird smile. Her skin is olive except for the small bikini areas highlighted by brighter skin. Those perky breasts are running around with her breathing. And oh so tasty. Jane’s legs remain where she left them when Frank was eating her out. Wide open. He keeps two fingers in her shaved pussy which is glistening with their combined moisture, and he feels it as she is squeezing her muscles around his fingers, which continues to shoot little pleasure bullets into her nervous system.

Jane’s eyes find his, and she softly asks for his cock. Frank is just inserting his cock into Jane as Dick cries out with his pleasure as he finishes inside Kathy. Jane turns to watch his face as he cums, and she smiles. She turns back to Frank. She see Frank looking over to Kathy, who is thrilled by Dick’s dick swelling as he cums in her. Kathy’s eyes meet with Frank’s, and she smiles. This is her first opportunity to actually watch Frank fuck another woman. She flashes an OK with her fingers right as she is wracked by one more orgasm.

Jane looks up to Frank, smiles, and speaks softly, “It’s all right. Let’s do this.”

Frank rarely races to the finish. Half of his joy is in wringing out every last bit of pleasure in a woman. Thirty minutes later, Jane manages to speak, and begs him to stop. She is toast. You done? Yeah…… Gawd yeah!

The two couples are lying beside each other, next to their own partners again, in quiet conversation. Both acknowledge that they feel like old friends already. Something about sharing….

George and Barbara are standing above the new ones. Naked of course. George pumps iron. Lot’s of iron. Looks it, and knows he looks it. Barbara does palates. It is more civilized. The only weight lifting she does is carrying around those breasts. Yep, big ones. She knows what is important to men, so this is her power. George has a high opinion of himself. Barbara wears out mirrors. Frank knows these two have been active participants during this party, with one other couple so far, but notes that Barbara’s hair and makeup are still perfect. How do ya do that? Apparently, Barbara’s preference for cowgirl saves her hair. George appears to have been limited to some heavy petting with his half of that couple. Seems he likes to watch his wife. Perhaps they do not appeal to either Kathy or Frank, but not knowing the protocol for declining an invite kinda nudges them into accommodating this couple.

“Can we join you?”

“Sure”

Dick and Jane slip away politely. George parks next to Kathy, and one hand is already stroking along her side. Barbara is also close to Frank, the tip of her index finger migrating slowly toward his cock. Kathy is still floating on her post orgasm wave, and she is interested. Frank never did cum in Jane, so he shows up right away. The two couples enter the preliminary phase. Kissing, fondling. George is a direct guy, seizing the controls, Kathy’s breasts and then probing into her vagina. Frank watches and wonders if George even knows where a clit might be hiding. He is exploring Kathy thoroughly while he takes her hand and applies it to his cock. Seems he has a pattern he likes to follow. You may suck my cock now.

Barbara has her boundaries too. Do not muss my hair begins the conversation. She will suck cock, but her way. But don’t try to lick my pussy. That is icky. Kiss, but do not pinch my nipples. They are sensitive. Barbara will ride Frank cowgirl. She brings her own bottle of lube, which she applies lavishly in herself. Franks’s cock is cooperating so she very briefly tastes it. She doesn’t accept more than the head. Moments later she positions Frank and climbs aboard. Sit still so I can get comfortable.

Meanwhile, both George and Kathy are trying to get his cock interested. Cause it isn’t….. And there are only a few dozen ways to try to get this done. Kathy shows him every girl part she owns as she masturbates per his request, whispers in his ear, tongue boring into mouth kisses, and every manual and oral stimulation she can think of. Nothing helps.

Frank is thinking that this Barbara gal must ride her horse English style. The things that cross your mind when your partner appears to be fucking all by herself. Frank notes that Barbara doesn’t seem to want any stimulation of her clitoris so she avoids this while rising and dropping around his cock. Like an English rider. She is slowly building some version of excitement, and even squeals a little at one point. Then she stops and just sits on him. Looking down at him, Barbara speaks.

“OK, you can finish now.”

Not what Frank had in mind. With her still parked on him, his hands tie her to him by hanging on to her hips as he begins to work his cock into her. He bends her forward just enough to bring her clit into the equation, and then he increases his participation both in force and rate of attack. The look of surprise in Barbara’s face is priceless. No place she can go, so things begin to happen to her that both surprise and enlighten her. What is that jolt of pleasure? Golly gee, this actually is fun! Frank figures she was approaching an orgasm when she squealed, so let’s take her the rest of the way, using this as a head start. Barbara never has a choice. But she doesn’t need the lube bottle anymore.

There are orgasms hiding inside her, and Frank is finding them. The first is a surprise for her, and she totally loses her shit. She musses her own hair in the process. Barbara is much more compliant after this. George is still trying to get his cock to rise and he just stares as this other man is changing his wife before his eyes. Quality orgasms follow. Frank rolls them both over without pulling out or losing his rhythm, and she is a helpless recipient of the pleasure he provides from above. Frank doubts she notices, but she has lost count of her orgasms, and a few other concepts too. She is chewing on a pillow because he has rolled her into another position, doggie version, and is doing her from behind. George watches as her breasts are wagging as they dangle below her. The pendulum like movement drags her nipples across the blanket, adding that thrill to her evening. Not only has she discovered her clit, but also now the G spot thing. Barbara is captured by a massive orgasm and rolls up into a tight ball. She could fall off the bed if there was one. Frank stops before they need to call 911. George sits, limp dick and stunned, open mouth, as Barbara slowly unwinds. Still muttering to herself….Thank you, thank you….

Kathy discovers that you can suck a man into completion even if he can’t get it hard. So, she does, and while George is busy watching his wife getting fucked, Kathy sucks him dry. He acts like he has invented a new path to happiness. This is way better than whacking off with a limp dick.

Most of the other people in this group, who have been watching this, are amazed that anyone can get off both George AND Barbara. They walk over to see if they can meet this guy and gal. Kathy, still hot and bothered because of George’s absence when he had no cock to help her, and he has no concept of alternative nice things to do instead Suddenly Kathy gets some delectable male volunteers who think she brings it. There must be a pecking order of some sort, as the beta crowd disperses.

Two couples persist. The two gentlemen flank Kathy, and Frank enjoys the attention of the two ladies. Can we join you?

Dan and his business partner Tom enjoy getting acquainted with Kathy. This time she finds them very attractive. She is soon sucking Dick’s dick while Tom dines between her thighs. Then they take turns, so nobody gets over tired. Seems she is as much fun to watch as she is to fuck. Amazing enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Frank is loaning his cock to Judy as she is on her back and he on his side can easily reach where needed. Betty has spread her legs for licking, and Frank reaches his goal there too. Frank is preoccupied for a while splitting his time between two ladies, but from the sounds he hears Kathy is doing just fine. Frank has endurance which delights both ladies. Frank and Kathy get five stars in their reviews on yelp. (yeah, I know…sorry)

In this group, it is share and share alike. It’s kind of a Forrest Gump box of candy. Frank lifts his head for a breath of fresh air, leaving a soaked and twitching pussy that belongs to Joyce, just long enough to locate Kathy nearby. Kathy is crying out as she benefits from a good pounding by a guy she just met whose name Frank cannot remember. Then Frank goes back to work. Joyce is hovering above never-never land as he prolongs her ecstasy. She melts further when he crawls up on her, inserting tab A into slot B. Just over there, her husband Jim watches as Chantel sucks his cock, and Bill is fucking her. Or something like that. Cries and moans of pleasure fill the room. Blend in the occasional staccato of a bare ass being spanked… and slurping sounds.

Who’s counting? Neither Frank nor Kathy keep score, but about two hours later the participants are looking for clothing left behind, and calling out, “see you next month”, to their friends leaving. Frank takes Kathy home where she finally sucks his cock, because this time she will pass on her usual wild ride when she gets home with Frank. Tonight she is just a little tender, you know, from her workout. She gives him the relief for the tensions that built all that evening. Kathy and Frank look to each other, silly grins, and go, “Wow”.

“Hey, I forgot….. I should have gotten a phone number from Dick or Jane.”

Says Frank, of course.

Kathy, to the rescue, “213-555-6969”

“You guys available for dinner at our place next Saturday?”

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