Cute Girls

Brad Wilcox looked across the classroom, making sure that all of his first year biology students were keeping their eyes on their own papers. Today’s test was the final of the year and this exam was the one on which most of the kids tried to cheat. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be doing his or her own work today. It had been a good year, a good class and he was almost sorry to see them go - something he rarely felt about first year biology students who were taking the course simply to fulfill a requirement.

His eyes lingered on Tenara Guillermo, his star pupil of the class. Her marks were good enough for any future scientist, yet she was an English major who had told him she planned to never take a science course again once her basic college credits were taken care of. This disappointed him a bit, as he had hoped to see more of her.

From purposely eavesdropping on his students one day before class started, Brad learned that Tenara was about 5 years older then that rest of his students - only 10 years younger than himself. She had taken 4 years off after graduating high school to take care of her sick father that had passed away the year before. She had been extremely upset about her father’s passing, but relieved that he was finally out of pain and that she could finally get on with her life. She wanted to teach English to children and immigrants, having come from a family that had immigrated only a few years before her birth.

Brad blinked, finally noticing that Ms. Guillermo had noticed his lingering stare and was returning it, her green eyes boring into his own. He lingered just a moment longer, and then continued his scan of the room. After a moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw her bend back over her test.

Not surprisingly, Tenara was the first to finish the exam. As she left her work on Brad’s lab table, she gave him a soft, lingering smile that made his stomach tremble a bit. He politely nodded at her and watched her leave the classroom. He picked up her exam and pretended to be checking her work, as his eyes watched her skirt flow about her calves as she walked away from him.

When the door closed, he looked back at the class. He smiled openly, seeing several male heads turned toward the door. He hadn’t been lusting alone.

He cleared his throat and all heads turned toward him sharply. Several of the young men blushed, several gave him a grin, and then all bent back over their tests, probably their last one before the spring semester ended.

——–

It was a week after final grades had been mailed and the normal school year was over. Summer term started in two weeks, but most students avoided summer term like the plague. That was only for die-hard academics and morons who couldn’t pass their courses the first time. Brad didn’t agree with the student’s assessment of Summer Term, but was always grateful for the smaller class sizes.

Brad was also grateful for the few weeks rest before his summer classes started, but he was also anxious to get going again. He was teaching one advanced class this summer and it looked to be much more exciting than his normal summers of teaching failed first year students the same thing all over again.

Checking his email, his eyes lit up seeing a message from Tenara Guillermo. During her time in his class she had sent him several emails, requesting advice and help in certain areas of her course work. He hadn’t seen or heard from her since the day of the final exam.

This email had nothing to do with science. As he read the message, he felt that tremble in his stomach again and just couldn’t wait to see Phil tonight at Hap’s for their weekly beer together.

“Dear Mr. Wilcox…Brad. I hope I’m not being too forward, but the few times we were able to converse this past semester, I found myself very intrigued by you. Unless I am mistaken (and I will be so embarrassed if I am) I believe you might have been a little intrigued as well. I would love it if you would call me sometime, or email me to chat. I’ve decided to take the summer off and I’m completely free until fall semester begins.

Call me anytime at 555-3268.

Tenara Guillermo”

Brad smiled. He was glad that she hadn’t been completely sure that he was interested. He had made every effort to hide his growing attraction to Tenara, as it was hardly appropriate for a teacher to be lusting after his student. Her bit of doubt told him that he had hidden his attraction sufficiently enough to protect himself and her.

But she was no longer his student and would never be his student again, unless she made a drastic change in majors. He hit the reply button, but instead turned and picked up his telephone.

——-

“Tenara Guillermo asked you out? ‘Hot’ Tenara Guillermo?”

“Yes,” Brad grinned, watching his best friend and colleague Phil Bradstreet fidget with his beer in his normal nervous manner. “And do you always call her that? ‘Hot Tenara Guillermo?’”

“Who doesn’t!” he exclaimed. “The woman is gorgeous - and she’s freakin’ nice! How’s that for strange? You don’t find that combination very often.”

“She is very sweet.”

“So, you have called her, right? You’re not going to be good-boy Brad this time and not do it because she used to be a student of yours. Please, Brad, tell me you called her.”

“Of course I called her. She’s not my student anymore and never will be again.”

“Oh, thank God. I can’t believe how many girls you’ve brushed aside these past years. And some really hot ones which huge tits!”

Brad snorted into his beer and almost choked. “Geez, Phil! No one would know you’re the best professor of English Lit in the entire state.”

“Hey, I calls ‘em like I sees ‘em. And you have brushed off many the hot chick.”

“Phil, that’s all they were - hot chicks. You know I don’t enjoy being with anyone if they don’t have anything to offer other than outward appearances.”

“You can be such a prude. Don’t you just want to get laid sometimes?”

“Of course I do and on occasion, I have been known to go out with a woman just to have sex with her. But it’s always been understood up front with both of us that that is what the date is for.”

“You’re too good, pal. Even when you’re looking to use a woman, you make sure they know it and are okay with it first. But I don’t get why you’re going out with Tenara. Sure, you say she’s never going to be your student again, but former students have asked you out before and you refused, even if, like Tenara, you’d never see them again otherwise.”

Brad looked at him quietly for a moment. “Tenara’s different. She’s older, more mature, intelligent, witty-”

“And has huge gazongas.”

Brad looked at him with a slight expression of disgust. “You’re such a pig, you bastard. No wonder Jan loves you.”

“Hey, Jan loves my huge cock. That, and I can write pretty words when I feel like it.”

“And reading those pretty words, I guess she forgets you’re just a savage at heart.”

“Oh, I never let her forget that, you better believe it.”

——-

Brad waited on Tenara’s doorstop, having just rung her doorbell. He could hear her walking on the tiled floor and smiled - she wasn’t going to keep him waiting. Tenara opened the door and smiled at him. Her smile was warm, wide and very inviting.

“You look stunning,” he breathed before he could stop himself. He blushed a bit, but he saw her smile widen and a bit of red creep into her cheeks as well.

“Thank you,” she said. “You look quite handsome yourself.”

“Are you ready or do you need a few minutes?”

“No, I’m ready,” she said, stepping out and closing the door. “What have you got planned for us this evening?”

He took her arm in his and led her down the walk to his car. “I thought we could catch some dinner at Luigi’s and talk. After that, if you’d like, I thought we could go dancing. I know this great place that’s usually pretty quiet and plays old big band music.”

“Oh…I’m not much of a swing dancer,” she said, looking a bit afraid.

“Oh god, me neither,” he laughed. “It’s not that kind of big band music. Just music for regular dancing - Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman. You know, the good stuff.”

“Sounds very nice,” she said, looking relieved.

——-

Dinner at Luigi’s was delicious and they both found that they could talk to each other easily. They laughed often and Brad couldn’t believe how nice this woman was. He believed that people in general were becoming more and more self-absorbed, himself included, and it was such a welcome change of pace to meet someone who was not only interested in those around her, but was going to make a career of helping others.

It was 9:30 when they arrived at Big Band Louie’s Dance Hall. A sign at the front announced that after 9:00 only slow tunes were played until midnight. It was called The Lover’s Serenade Hour - although it lasted for 3 - and both Brad and Tenara were grateful for this, for more reasons than one.

They moved to the dance floor and awkwardly moved closer. After a few songs, they moved well together and became much more comfortable. They unconsciously moved closer, talking in low voices.

“Brad, I have a confession to make.”

Brad smiled down at her, “Already?”

She grinned and he saw a little mischievousness in it. “I’ve had a crush on you since my first biology class. You were so serious and stoic…and so handsome.” He saw her blush a little. “But when I talked to you, you were so nice and funny. It was a little hard to concentrate while I was in class sometimes.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he said, teasing her a little. “You were my best student. Better than some of the pre-med students I had in the class. If that was distracted-”

“Actually, I worked so hard in hopes of gaining your attention. I…I really hate biology.” He laughed at that and she smiled, glad he wasn’t offended. “The only way I got through it was by telling myself that I was doing it to make you proud - and to make you notice me.”

“Pardon the sexist comment I’m about to make, but I would have noticed you even if you had flunked the course.”

She laughed, but said, “I didn’t just want to be noticed, I wanted to be respected by you.”

“You are. We’ve only talked off-topic a few times, but I find you to be one of the most intelligent, witty people I’ve ever met.”

She moved even closer to him and he closed his eyes as she gently kissed him, lingering at his lips. He felt that now-familiar stomach-tremble again and pulled her even closer.

He was a little disappointed that she pulled her lips away, but she softly whispered, “I’ve fantasized about you, you know.” She smiled at his surprised look. This time her grin was confident and seductive.

“You have.”

“Oh yes. In class, I’d daydream about walking up to you, dropping to my knees…” She paused, seeing his eyebrows go up. “Am I embarrassing you?”

“Not at all,” he said. “I’m just a little…surprised.”

“Is that good?”

“Most definitely.”

She smiled again in that same seductive way. “As I was saying, I’d daydream about walking up to you, dropping to my knees and then making love to your cock with my mouth, right in front of everyone.”

“Oh my,” he muttered, feeling his cock twitch.

“Is that all you have to say,” she said, laughing gently.

“The blood is leaving my brain at a rapid pace. Give me some time.”

“I’ve also fantasized about meeting you in your office and you would ravage me, bending me over your desk.”

“You are a naughty one.”

Her tone became a bit more serious as she said; “I’ve also fantasized about taking you to my bed, and making love to you for hours.”

“I can’t deny that I’ve dreamt of similar actions.”

“Tell me about your dreams.”

“Now?” he whispered, looking around. Everyone around them was dancing, absorbed in their own conversations, or simply with their partner. No one was even glancing at them, save for a few men who were looking at Tenara appreciatively.

“I just did.”

He cleared his throat, obviously a little self-conscious, then softly said, “I’ve often fantasized about you staying after class to ask a question. Without my knowing, you lock the classroom door. While we talk, you move closer and closer to me, your breast brushing up against my arm. I put my arm behind you to allow you a better view of the material we’re looking at - but instead, I pull you against me so that I can kiss you, my hands cupping your beautiful breasts, my thumbs on your nipples.”

He paused, hearing her breath become short. “Go on,” she rasped, looking directly into his eyes.

He cleared his throat again, still nervous but glad that she was obviously enjoying his little story.

“You allow me to unbutton your blouse - you always did wear those blouses with the buttons, making me mad to undo them. Your bra clasp is in the front and I quickly release your gorgeous breasts so I can bury my face between them, smothering them with kisses. My tongue finds your oh-so-hard nipple and I begin to suck-”

He paused again as she moved his hand onto the side of her breast. He grunted softly, feeling her hand gently grasp his crotch.

He reached down and kissed her fully, tasting the slight hint of rum from her cocktail. Her kiss was wanting, her tongue inviting. He imagined it wrapped around his now-stiff cock and moaned softly.

“Take me home,” she whispered, suddenly breaking their kiss. “I can’t stand this anymore.”

“But I wasn’t finished with my story.” She gasped, feeling his thumb contact her nipple through the cloth of her dress.

“I’m through with fantasies, Brad. I need your cock and I need it right now.”

“Meet me in the car. I’ll take care of the check.”

——-

Tenara’s apartment was a quick 15 minute drive away…unless a major car wreck occurred forcing traffic to stop completely with no way off the interstate.

“I can’t believe this,” Tenara said, resting her head on her hand, her elbow propped against the passenger-door window. “Months and months of wanting you - I’m about to have you - and now this. The worst traffic jam I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“Here comes a policeman. Maybe he has some good news for us.”

But he didn’t. The wreck was a five-car pile up and the soonest traffic would begin to move would be in an hour.

“Dammit!” Brad hissed, smacking his steering wheel slightly with the palm of his hand after the policeman had walked away. “I’m starting to feel some pain here!”

Tenara looked at him for a moment then said, “I can help you with that, you know. Even here.”

Brad knew what she meant. He looked around at the cars on all four sides of them. All of the drivers had turned off their car engine. Most people were either reading or sleeping or staring blankly ahead.

“What if the cop comes back?” he asked.

“Keep a look out, but I doubt he will.”

Brad looked at Tenara, telling himself that it was dangerous - they could get caught - but his cock was pounding and nothing he could do would make it go away. Finally, he softly said, “I would be forever grateful.”

She smiled that seductive smile again - Brad’s stomach trembled - and said, “Set your seat back and unzip your pants.”

He obeyed her orders, pulling his pants and boxers down, releasing his erection. It had been rock hard since Tenara had groped him during their dance. He watched her push her own seat back and kneel on the floor and across the seats, stroking his shaft lazily, waiting.

The top of her dress was laced up and she paused to untie the lace, exposing more of her breasts to him. When the lace was completely undone, she pulled her top down slightly. He moaned softly as she was not wearing a bra.

She moved closer, her eyes on his cock. “Oh yes,” she whispered, wrapping both hands around his shaft. “I just knew you were going to be hung.”

He gathered her long, dark hair in his hand as her head moved into his lap. Her tongue met his cock-head and he let out a rattling sigh. She teased his head for just a moment before moving down, moving her tongue down his long shaft. She leisurely licked him like a favorite-flavored lollipop, her tongue full and wet against his skin. He moaned aloud as her tongue swirled about his cock-head again, lingering this time.

“Ah yes,” he rasped as her lips covered his head. She began bobbing slowly, taking more and more of him with each thrust, her tongue never stopping it’s winding track about his rod. He watched her going down, hoping she could take it all - no woman ever had.

She made it three-quarters of the way down, but pulled back, whispering, “My god, Brad, you’re huge. I’ve never sucked a cock this big. I’m not sure I can take it all.”

“I don’t care, what you’re doing is glorious.”

“Talk dirty to me, Brad.”

She dove back onto his cock, sucking hard and for a moment all he could do was moan.

“Ah shit yes,” he finally rasped. “Suck my cock, baby. Swallow me. Eat me whole. You love my meat down your throat, don’t you?” She moaned her response.

He gasped roughly as her hands grasped his balls firmly. “Lick ‘em, doll. Suck them in.”

She did as instructed with such eagerness that he couldn’t help but laugh his joy, which turned into uncontrollable moans as both of his balls were sucked into her mouth as her hands stroked his shaft relentlessly.

“That’s it, darlin’, make love to my cock, show it how you want it to fuck you later, deep inside your cunt-”

“And my ass,” she growled.

He yelled softly as she once again dove onto his cock, bobbing up and down so fast he was afraid she’d gag herself.

Then she slowed and he watched her move down…down until her chin was pressed against his balls. His breathing soared feeling himself being swallowed whole for the first time.

“I’m about to cum!” he cried softly. She did not pull back and he yelled, cumming deep in her throat, his body wracked with orgasmic spasms.

She pulled away slowly, still licking, still sucking. When he slid from between her lips, she helped him redress. After giving his crotch one last squeeze, she sat back up and slid back into her seat.

It took him a few moments, but when he had caught his breath, he sat up and pulled her close to him, kissing her deeply. She clung to him, pressing her breasts firmly against him. He could feel her heart beating and her hard nipples through his shirt.

“That was the most amazing blow job I have ever had, ” he rasped around their mingling tongues.”

“You’re most welcome.”

“Lay back, and I’ll return the favor.”

“Oh god, yes, Brad, but…no…not here. I’d have to lie down and there’s just not enough room. But oh - oh, I need so badly to cum.”

He kissed her again, releasing his grip. He slid his hands around her until they were both on her firm breasts. She let out raspy little cries as his thumbs rubbed her hard nipples. He looked down at her breasts, and then slowly buried his face between them, rubbing his cheeks against her bosom. She grasped her left breast and brought it up. He took her hint and was immediately sucking her nub, and moving his hand down to her legs.

He grasped the hem of her skirt and moved his hand under. He grasped her thigh as he slid his hand up. She spread her legs as his hand moved her panties aside.

“Ahhhh,” she sighed as two fingers met her wet clit. He rubbed slowly but it wasn’t long before she cried out, her body in spasms, cumming against his hand.

“I think…” she hiccupped, short of breath. “I think the cars are beginning to move, Brad.”

Brad pulled his face from her breasts and looked ahead - she was right - and she began to lace her top back up. He looked at her and said, “I can’t wait to get you in bed - and make you scream my name.”

“You’ll have to,” she said, smiling almost shyly again. “At least for a little while longer.”

It was only 20 minutes later when they entered her apartment. She shut the door behind them and locked it.

“Do you live here alone?” he asked, noting the large size of the place, which was unusual for students.

Eric looked over her shoulder at me. “Steven?”

“It’s okay. It’s the first time for us, too.” I wasn’t sure if he knew what I meant, but he understood the permission. Hayley turned slightly, and I watch him as his hands reached for my wife’s breasts. While they didn’t look different as he cupped and stretched them, it was strange to see something so familiar yet not be able to feel them. He slid off the ledge to stand in front of her in the water, then bent to suck at her breasts.

Hayley was no stranger to foreplay, but she had other ideas. She reached to his pants and began unbuttoning his shorts, then unzipping them. I was sure that she was pleased with what she felt underneath, she was smiling so much. She dipped underwater as she pulled his shorts down, returning moments later with them in hand, tossing them onto a rock. His hands returned to her breasts as they engaged in a kiss.

Which was strange. We had fantasized about the sex, but never about a kiss. Unexpectedly, it made me jealous. If this made me jealous, how was watching them have sex going to be? It was a strange source of comfort that my hand subconsciously found my cock, which was rock hard, and began rubbing it through my shorts. I realized that I was extremely turned on, even watching my wife kiss another man.

Hayley broke the kiss, finally, revealing that her hand had been working at his cock underwater throughout. “Steven, I’m very cold. Would you get our sleeping bags and towels and spread them out in front of the tents?”

It made sense to me. My feet were getting numb. After I had spread the towels over the sleeping bags, I saw that Hayley and Eric were approaching. It was strange to see Eric naked. Even as roommates, we had avoided that familiarity. He was sporting an erection, and it felt weird even checking him out. He was slightly longer, but thinner, than me. However, most of my attention was on Hayley. She was still wearing her shorts, but she was topless, and her breasts were jiggling with every step. It occurred to me how infrequently I saw her naked while moving. It was always standing, lying down, getting dressed. It was a tremendous turn-on just to see her in this way.

Hayley said, “Steven, I explained to him that this isn’t about me and him. It’s about you and me, and him. He’s a bit nervous, but no more nervous than me. Anything else you want to add?”

“Eric, this is really okay with me. I think! We had talked about something like this for a long time, although we never would have planned it. But we’re here, and we both want it to happen. The main point is this, it’s our job to pleasure her. That’s it.”

Eric looked somewhat tense, but his eyes burned with desire as he continued to take in the sight of Hayley’s breasts. “I’ve never experienced anything like this, but I’ve always dreamed about it. And even though I never said anything about it, even in college I always wanted to get in her pants. This is like a dream come true.”

“You’re right. It is.” said Hayley. There was a silent pause, as we each waited for the next move. Hayley looked at each of us briefly in the eyes, me first, then Eric. “I want you both to fuck me. Eric, help me with these.” Hayley stuck her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts.

Eric did, admiring the g-string that was buried in the folds of her cunt. Hayley had trimmed her cunt neatly in a narrow “V”, but with the g-string nestled within her slit, her hair was on display. And then, even the little patch was gone, and my wife was standing in front of another man nude. They laid down on the towels, and I stripped to join them.

Hayley said, “Steven, first, I want you to feel my cunt before we go any further.” I placed my hand on her, and was surprised by the heat that I felt, as well as by the amount of fluids that had already escaped her cunt.

“I’ve never seen you so wet.” It was all I could say. Eric had been watching, and, as I removed my hand, he lowered his face to Hayley’s pussy, where he inhaled deeply before giving her a long lash with his tongue.

Hayley reached to lift his head. Eric looked like he wanted more foreplay, but Hayley quickly added, “There’s time for play later. Right now, I want you to fuck me.”

Eric knelt at her legs, which were only partially open. In a variation of his sense of humor, he added, “Aren’t you going to make me feel more welcome?”

Hayley looked briefly confused, so I helped by reaching to her knee and pulling it up. She understood, spreading her legs wide, opening her cunt for him. It was quite a sensation to see my wife spread herself for another man. I watched as he guided the swollen head of his cock against her clit, teasing her. This prompted a sharp response from her, “IN me, not on me.” And I saw for the first time another man’s cock enter my wife, one smooth stroke and then my vision was blocked.

I watched as her leg left my hand to wrap around his back. He was in deep, and she wasn’t letting him out. I could see her facial expression change from lustful desire to passion as he thrust within her. Red splotches appeared at her neck, her lips parted for her heavy breaths, and her eyes fluttered. Her tits were flattened under his chest, and her hand was scratching at the towels. No, they were searching. She remembered me. I reached for her hand to hold it, but she threw it aside. I moved closer and placed her hand on my cock. She immediately grasped me with the tightest grip she had and began stroking me.

I was so mesmerized by what I was seeing that my concentration was far from what I was feeling. I could tell that Eric was close to orgasm, and my wife encouraged him, surprisingly, I thought, “Yes, that’s it. You feel so good. Cum inside me. You know you always wanted to. I want to feel you cum.” His thrusts were so hard I wondered if they were hurting her, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t done to her before. Eric’s face tightened, and I knew she was getting her wish. She, too, was lost in the experience, her eyes fluttering. When the last of his orgasm subsided, he withdrew, a sight that I was surprisingly curious to see. Maybe it was because my view had been so limited, which was certainly something that I had never considered in the fantasy. But the result was. His cock was drenched with sticky juices and cum, and some of it oozed from my wife’s cunt.

In our usual love-making, she’s usually ready to roll over and, with my help, finger herself to an orgasm. But not this time. She quickly got on all fours, spreading herself again. “Fuck me, Steven. Fuck me.”

It was only then that I realized my cock was still rock hard and that, somehow, I had managed not to cum. Her face was somewhat hidden by her hair, but it struck me that she wasn’t even looking at me. She just wanted to be fucked. So I moved behind her and entered her with one quick thrust, noticing how different it was to enter her when she was so wet, so heated, and so open. I was fucking my wife’s just-fucked pussy. Unbelievable.

Eric slid his head underneath her dangling breasts, and I could hear Eric sucking noisily as Hayley whimpered from the added sensual input. She continued to arch her back and rock backward to meet each of my thrusts. She finally gave up on holding herself up on her hands, lowering herself to her elbows, no doubt filling Eric’s face with tit. My self-control was at an end, and I grabbed her hips, pulling myself into her harder with each thrust. Hayley began to howl, somewhere between a squeal and a scream. She gave herself over to words. “That’s it, Eric. Suck that tit. Don’t move from it. Keep going. Steven. keep. Oh!. I’m going to cum.” She lost herself in moans as she orgasmed, and I came within her, with massive throbs running through my cock.

I was spent, but my cock didn’t retreat as it normally did. I was still turned on as hell, with what I had witnessed. Eric, too, was showing signs that he was ready for another round. I decided that it wasn’t youthfulness that allowed quick recoveries, it was the excitement. And I hadn’t been this excited since our first year or two of sex. I was sure that Hayley was probably feeling the same.

In our lovemaking, Hayley sometimes would get sore, and I was wondering if this would put a damper on our activities for a while. Hayley regained her breath and then nudged Eric to roll over on his back. She then stood astride him, her cunt in glorious view. “Steven, move a little closer.” I knew what she was going to do and didn’t pass up the opportunity. It was strange seeing Eric’s cock as I neared his side, but my attention was quickly moved to my wife’s cunt as she slowly, provocatively, descended onto Eric’s cock. She reached back and felt the firmness of his cock, and she retreated slightly to better position herself to ride him. Then began the show. Her legs were taught as she raised and lowered herself slowly. I tried to commit each of the 15 strokes to memory, amazed at what I was seeing…at what we had allowed to happen. Then she settled onto him and began moving her hips in circles.

Hayley has never been too fond of the taste of cum, so I was surprised that she beckoned me to stand, taking my cock in her hand and licking it, then sucking it as she rode Eric. We had talked through this scene in our fantasies, and here we were, doing it. Just a little while later, I came squirting onto her tits, watching as it beaded on her breasts and ran down.

The sex, from this point on, was frequent but not constant. We all required a little time to recover between rounds, which allowed just enough of a break to add water to our dehydrated dinner packs and heat them with the small cook kit. The conversation wasn’t deep and it wasn’t about “old times.” It was strictly on the new times, and what, specifically, we could do next.

It wasn’t the super kinky shenanigans of idle fantasies. We didn’t cum on her face, or tie her to a tree, or in any way treat her like a “slut.” It was all about sex, or, in Hayley’s terms, sport sex - breasts, cunt, cocks, mouths, and hands.

Later that night, our visit to Eric’s tent fulfilled the possibility of what had been there the night before. We were naked, except for Hayley. She had brought out her special bra, as well as stockings and panties that matched the bra. She read to us again several stories from Eric’s book, gradually losing her garments so she could place a hand on her clit as we fondled her breasts and listened.

The stories led to the expected conclusion, which took us deep into the night with our play. We finally fell asleep, together.

The following morning, the “questions” returned, a measure of reality for each of us. Eric had woken early and gone for a short hike, as he later explained, feeling restless about our relationship. He blamed himself for taking advantage of us, both in going camping and by “getting personal” with my wife. We reassured him that everything was okay, even though we weren’t entirely sure it was. Or wasn’t. It was too early to tell.

But we could tell he was glad to hear this, because he offered to return with us for the week. To which we answered a gentle “no.” We needed time for ourselves. But only after a couple more morning rounds!

By lunchtime, we packed the site and hiked towards the cars. Eric would take souvenirs in a couple of ways. His tent smelled of the hours of sex that we had the night before, and Hayley stripped when we reached the cars to remove her g-string, which by that time was nowhere close to clean. She hung it on his rearview mirror, she said, as a safety precaution to keep him awake on the road. We bid Eric farewell, which again included a long kiss between Eric and Hayley. Then we went to the camp showers to clean up a little more properly than our frequent dips into the stream pool had afforded.

During the trip home and for the following week, Hayley and I did a lot of talking, and a lot of screwing, some of which was hard sex, some of which was tender love. She reassured me that, while she had enjoyed the feeling of being fucked by another man, and had enjoyed Eric’s cock in her hands and mouth, he wasn’t “better” than me, just different. And it wasn’t just the sex with another man that had excited her, it was the feel of my cock in her hand while he fucked her, or the awareness of my eyes upon them that made it an experience for her. It wasn’t about Eric; it was about the two of us with a third, which was something completely new.

Her favorite memories weren’t of the intercourse, although she liked it a lot. First, there was the remembrance of all that nude skin touching her at once. We hadn’t anticipated that. And secondly, it was holding an erect cock in each hand. This brought a sense of complete satisfaction that she had in her hands the essence of two men, both primed for sex, with just her.

And the question had been modified. It wasn’t “Could we ever, really, have a threesome?” It was “Did we want to again?” And when Eric called a month or so later to check up on us, the question was not nearly so hard to answer.

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“The Author would like to emphasize that while I have tried to make this story realistic, I in no way encourage or suggest that couples seek sex outside of their marriage. Comments I receive confirm that things don’t end well. Enjoy the fantasy (only).

Comments and suggestions desired, especially from those who have shared it with their spouses. It would only take a few moments to make an author very happy… If you don’t want me to respond due to privacy issues, just let me know.

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