Adam's Journey

I know you're away Stormy, but I just wanted to echo Timmy27's sentiment. This is just too good to languish on page 2. Bump.

I'm baa-aack! Thanks for the kind words, guys, and for your patience. I hope to post a new installment later today, but first I need to catch up on a few things - including your story, GH.

Sue and I sat together silently for a couple of minutes, her warm, soft body leaning against me. It struck me that Rick was awfully trusting, leaving me alone and naked in his home, with his equally naked wife, and I said so to Sue.

She laughed. "Really Adam, what else could we do that we haven't already done? He probably figures we're too exhausted to go on without him, and his only worry would be that he might miss something."

She had a good point. She reached over and took my limp cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke me.
"Looks like a dead soldier Adam. Did I wear you out already, or are we going to continue this wonderful evening?"

Her soft stroking felt very nice, and was just what the doctor ordered. I felt myself begin to harden, and I groaned as her touch fired the nerves in my groin.
"Not dead Sue, just unconscious. I'm somehow fairly sure you know how to revive that soldier."

She did, leaning over and taking me into her mouth, then deep into her throat as she fellated me back to a firm and throbbing erection, all the while cupping and massaging my balls with her hand. Once she had me fully erect she sat up and admired her handiwork.

"Wow, I'm good! I can raise the dead!" She smiled as she said it, continuing to stroke and fondle me.

"You're more than good, you're excellent. And yeah, I believe you probably could raise the dead with one of your blowjobs. The way you take me clear down your throat and I can feel your tongue working around the base of my cock, damn, that's just incredible!"

She smiled and preened a little, clearly pleased with the praise, but it was all true. She gave amazing head, and I could easily become addicted to it.

"Well, practice makes perfect. Do you want me to suck you off?"

"Desperately. Absolutely. Very much. But no, let's just sit and talk while we wait for Rick. I kind of feel bad about fucking his wife anyway, I don't want to do it behind his back, and he should be back pretty soon."

We sat back, leaning into each other, and she continued to touch and play. I slid my hand down her tummy and let my finger slide into her cleft, lightly stroking the puckered flesh of her hood, her big clit momentarily retracted and out of sight. She twitched and moaned slightly as I stroked her sensitive flesh.

"God that feels good. I am so horny tonight, I just can't seem to get enough. I'd forgotten how good a really big cock feels inside me, hitting all those nice spots that Ricky can't reach and making me cum - I lost track of how many times I've cum tonight, but please, sir, may I have another?"

"Swell, now you've got me fucking Oliver Twist! That shouldn't screw with my head at all. But I think the quote is actually "some more", not another."

"Even better!"

We both laughed as I continued to softly stroke her sex, occasionally dipping a finger inside of her for more lubrication as I gently massaged her clit, feeling it swell and harden again, getting fat and firm and protruding pink and shiny from it's puckered hood. I leaned slightly forward to admire it.

"You know, when Rick's cock is shrunken down it really isn't much bigger than your clit. But then you're overly blessed in that area."

"You think my big clitty is gross, don't you?"

"What? No, not at all! I love it, and I find it very exciting and unique. I've just never seen one like that is all, it's like this great neon sign saying 'Horny woman, needs to cum, please press this button for orgasm!' or something like that. I love touching it - and licking it - and seeing you react."

She laughed. "You're so weird. I'm glad you like it, Ricky does too. So do I, but it has caused me trouble over the years."

"Really? How so?"

"I developed sexually when I was 10 years old, Adam. I started to grow big hooters and hair in strange places, and I started to bleed before I turned 11, and this." She indicated her pussy with a wave of her hand.
"I was riding my bike one day, on a bumpy road, and I started to feel really funny, but good, you know, inside. Then this amazing wave hit me, this incredibly good feeling from my toes to my ears, but centering right here, right on my nub, the best feeling I had ever felt, until I crashed my bike and skinned my knee, elbow, and chin. That kind of ruined it, but not completely."

I couldn't stop myself, I was laughing helplessly at her description of her first orgasm.

"Yeah, laugh at a poor kid crashing her bike, you sick bastard! I still have a little scar, right here on my chin." She was laughing too as she pointed out the tiny white scar on her chin. I kissed it, still chuckling.

"What a nice reminder of your very first orgasm. I plan to give you 'some more' tonight, but I'll try not to leave any scars, OK?"

She stuck her lip out, pretending to pout. "You'd better, after laughing at me. But anyway, after that I would pretty much have an orgasm whenever I rode my bike - I learned not to crash - and I started masturbating regularly, and I learned to sit and squeeze my legs together and kind of wiggle my butt just right to give myself one anywhere, anytime."

"Really? Can you still do that?"

"Yes. But back then I was totally addicted, I mean it. At dinner, in school, at the movies, even in church sometimes, I was always getting myself off. I must have had the wettest panties in town. My mom kept telling me to stop fidgeting, she even took me to the doctor to see if I had a rash or anything. He examined me, touched and poked and prodded, and rubbed some kind of cream on my ass and sent us home with a prescription, and I gave myself an orgasm in the car while my mom went into the pharmacy. I was so bad!"

"Oh, I don't know. I jerked off a lot as a kid, it's probably pretty normal. I think we turned out OK."

"Adam, I was cumming ten or more times a day! My grades suffered, I couldn't focus, everyone said I was too daydreamy or unfocused, or had A.D.D. I wasn't daydreaming, I didn't have A.D.D. I was cumming, constantly! It's a good thing there's no quota on orgasms or I would have used up all of mine."

I laughed again. "Nope, no quota, thank god! So what did you do to overcome your little, uh, problem?"

"Serendipity. When I was 13 my dad signed me up for riding lessons - horseback, you know."

"Yeah Sue, I'm familiar with what riding lessons are. I've often wondered if there isn't something more to the relationship between a girl and her horse. Girls just seem to get so attached to the animals, more so than guys."

"Well, there sure was for me. One in particular, a big gelding named Socks, 'cause his feet were white. I learned to ride him bareback, and he had this hard knot, right at the base of his mane, on his whithers, and I'd scoot up so that my clit was bumping that, and we'd canter or trot, and oh my god! I called him Nubbin, because he and I spent three glorious years bumping our nubbins together."

She was so funny, and so open about this! I was really sorry that I had waited so long to get to know her, she was a very interesting woman and completely uninhibited, it seemed.

"So basically you're saying you spent several years fucking a horse."

She smiled. "Well, not exactly. But he did have a huge cock, some days I'd get there and he'd be standing in the corral with this enormous penis hanging out of him, and I'd be totally wet and aroused from looking at that before I ever got on him. I wanted to touch it, but I never did. I was afraid someone would see me and think I was a sicko."

"Good decision, you would have been a sicko."

"But I did fuck Jeff, the ranch hand. His cock wasn't as big as Nubbin's."

"Thank goodness, he'd have split you in half. Can I ask how old you were at that point?"

"I was 13. Almost 14. I came back from a ride, I must have cum 10 times and my pants were soaked through, plus a big wet spot on Nubbin's back. I always thought anyone that saw it would just figure sweaty horse, but when I slid off my legs collapsed from cumming so much, and Jeff ran over to me, and he knew right away what was happening, what I'd been doing."

"What did he do?"

"He helped me up, helped me over to a bench, then went and brushed Nubbin and took his bridle off and put him up, then came back. All the girls had a crush on Jeff, he was this tall cowboy, cocky grin, curly blond hair, tight little butt, nice bulge in his jeans, big blue eyes. Worked a lot with his shirt off, all tan and lean. He was 19."

"Jesus Sue, that's statutoryrape."

"Not to me. I wanted him. I wanted him to be the one, and I was so ready."

I wondered where Rick had gone, but I wanted to hear the rest of her story. Her fondling, combined her story thus far, had me aroused, hard and ready.
"What did he do?"

"He took me to the back, to his bunk area, and got a cool wet cloth and wiped my face, then my neck, then he unbuttoned my shirt and washed my upper chest. Then he opened my bra and touched me, stroking my nipples, making then all hard, then he took my shirt and bra off of me and sucked on my nipples, and I came."

I waited as she remembered, a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes.

"I could see and feel the hard bulge in his jeans. I wasn't stupid, I knew what was going to happen, and I wanted to touch him, so I did. When I took it out I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, but it was so big! I was afraid, I didn't know how he could put that big thing inside of me. Then he touched me, and I came again."

She laughed softly. "He wasn't nearly as big as you I don't think, but bigger than Rick. It seemed huge to me at the time, I thought it was nearly as big as a horse's cock."

"You were only 13. It was your very first one."

"Exactly. But he was gentle and caring, and I was so wet and horny. It hurt for a second or two, then it was all good. He pulled out at the last second, after I'd cum like twenty more times, and shot his cum all over my belly. I touched it and tasted it, I loved it all. Still do. Jeff taught me everything over the next two years, we made love constantly, and licked and tasted each other. I loved him so much, and he loved me too. And I kept riding Nubbin and getting off, and Jeff knew all about it. He teased me, but he liked how insatiably horny I was."

"He could have gone to jail for a long time. You two could have been in so much trouble."

"We thought it was worth it."

"What happened?"

"One of the other girls found out somehow and got jealous, and told the owners of the stables. They fired him and sent him away, swore they'd have him thrown in jail if he was ever seen around town again. He left, but we were both devastated. I cried for weeks, and could never tell anyone what was wrong."

"That's so sad. Do you supose you would have stayed together?"

"Maybe, who knows. Promise you won't tell Rick something?"

"Sure. What?"

"Jeff and I still stay in touch. We call each other sometimes, just to talk. He owns his own dude ranch in Arizona now. Maybe I should take Rick there sometime to further our little cuckolding relationship, he'd probably like that."

"I wouldn't Sue. It would be different, I think you still love this Jeff. That's not just sex, like us. That could really fuck up your marriage, your family. I just think it would be a bad idea, but what do I know?"

She sighed, and we heard Rick at the front door. "You're probably right. I sure would like to see him again though, you know?"

"Well, if you do, treat it as a fling, a one time thing. Or maybe a once a year thing." I was thinking of Izzy and me. "But don't ever tell Rick about it."

Rick came in then, carrying two bottles in one hand and one in the other, and stopped dead, looking at me fingering his wife's pussy and her hand stroking my erect cock.
"Hey, no fair starting without me!"

Stormy,

Another excellent post. I love the fact that Adam was considerate enough of Rick to wait until he was back in the room.

GH

i'm addicted to this story... It's really hot and well written! I espeacially admire the way K is teasing adam.. I even start to imagine situations that u can make so hot by your descriptions and conversations: let's say K get injured in both hands.. And since her husband isn't here for some reason.. It's up to adam to help her with daily activities: changing, makeup, bath... And knowing how persuasive she can be, she even convence adam that there's nothing sexual about helping her taking some medecines...ANALY!... But since it keeps poping out, he had to held it deep inside with something long enough.

Welcome back Stormy. Hope your trip was worthwhile.

Thanks GH - I wasn't really aware I did that! I think Adam would see no reason for Rick to be miserable or left out. They're all doing this for their own, as well as the other's, enjoyment. That's one of the things I love about your stories, so I guess it stands to reason I'd unconsciously create that here.

salutt - Thanks for commenting, glad you're enjoying the story. That Kori can be quite a tease, but I think she just likes seeing Adam squirm, even though he's horny half the time he's around her. She'd probably run away if he ever took her up on one of her offers. Or maybe not - she's pretty kinky, she'd probably like his big cock up her ass!

TF2 - Thanks, it was productive, even if it was a lot of long miles. Every time I do one of those I appreciate what a huge and beautiful country this is, and how many kind and amazing people there are spread around it! Tiring, but I loved it!

Sue looked over at her husband.
"Hi honey, you're finally back! I was just telling Adam how much I like riding horses. Ricky knows all about me and horses Adam, he likes the story about how I rode so much as a kid. Don't you dear?"

Rick, still standing in the doorway, smiled at her. "My wife is such a horny thing, she can even get off riding a horse, can you believe it? I figure someday some good looking - and well hung - cowboy will sweep her off her feet and they'll ride off into the sunset together."

I glanced at Sue, raising my eyebrows at how near Rick was to the mark. She turned her face a little away from him and frowned slightly at me, giving an almost imperceptible shake of her head, warning me. I realized she had never told him the part of the story involving her cowboy, Jeff! I was so glad I hadn't blurted out something to give away her secret!

I looked away from her, back at Rick.
"Close the door Rick, some of us are underdressed."

He realized he was standing in the open doorway, as if trying to show the world his wife stroking another guy's cock, and quickly closed it.

"By the way Rick, never say 'hung' to a cowboy. I think it means someting entirely different to them."

He laughed. "Good point. Hey, that's some ferocious guard dog you've got there. He tried to lick me to death."

It was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, old Ralph. I've got him trained to lead any burglar straight to the valuables, that way my house doesn't get all torn apart by them searching. The only danger anyone is in from him is if they trip over him - or if he hits them in the balls with his tail."

They both laughed, Sue especially. "Oh Adam, he's sweet. My girls would love him!"

"And he'd love your girls. Oh, by the way, Kori said no problem on you and the girls using their pool, anytime. You just have to stay with them so nobody drowns. Let me know when you go over, the girls can take Ralph swimming with them."

This suddenly struck me as a very unusual conversation to be having as she and I sat there caressing each other's nasty bits, and I changed the topic.
"Let's see what you found there, Rick. I didn't know I had three bottles of Port, I thought just two."

He walked over to us. "Well, one says Tawny Port, one says Ruby port, and this one says Porto and Colheita. Is that the same thing?"

"Mmm, yeah, pretty much. I'd forgotten about the Ruby, it's a Sonoma Valley one we brought back, it's still pretty young and probably not the best choice for this, let's set it aside."

He did, and handed me the other two. Both were the real thing, from Portugal, a 1965 Delaforce Colheita and a 1970 Graham's Tawny Port. I thought the Tawny was probably the better choice of the two for what we were planning to have with it, but at a little over $200 it had been nearly twice the price of the Colheita. Screw it, I'd take Ronnie's approach that money is only worth having if you can share the good things it buys with your friends.

"Open this one for us Rick, I think you guys will like it a lot. It should be great with your special dessert."

He took it and went toward the kitchen, setting the Colheita on the table as he went by. Sue had gone back to sucking my cock, not interested in our discussion, and Rick stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, watching her. Her mouth on me felt incredible, and I watched him watch her. His lips were slightly parted, and he licked them, then glanced at me and found me looking back at him. He blushed instantly, shook his head slightly, and disappeared into the kitchen.

I laughed at his reaction, and Sue glanced up at me, half my cock in her mouth.
"Nothing, just your crazy husband. Don't stop what you're doing. By the way, you look beautiful with my dick in your mouth."

She made a noise and slapped me on the leg, but went right on sucking, in earnest now, and I closed my eyes and leaned back, thoroughly enjoying her talents. If I hadn't just cum twice I'd have popped well before now, but because I had I felt like I could go on for a long, long time, and that seemed like a really good idea just then.

Rick came back in carrying three glasses, regular wine goblets with a couple of inches of rich, mahogany colored liquid in each. I could smell the powerful fruity sweetness of the wine when he got close, and thought how well it mingled with the scent of sex in the room.

He stopped in front of us, watching his wife. She had her eyes closed, and was moaning softly as she sucked on me, thoroughly involved and obviously very aroused. After about a minute of pure voyeurism he set the glasses down and ran his hand up his wife's thigh, and she responded by spreading her legs wide apart. He moved his hand to cup her swollen sex, then slid his fingers between her puffy lips.

She moaned and moved her hips, rubbing on his hand, and I heard Rick whisper "Oh my god! Oh honey, you're so hot and puffy, like your pussy is all swollen, and I've never seen you get this wet. You really love that big cock, don't you?"

His fingers were making squelchy noises in her, and she moaned what I think was an affirmative answer, then came on his hand, gripping my cock tightly in her own as she bucked against him. If I could have cum in her mouth just then it would have completed the picture, but I was nowhere near ready.

She fell back onto the cushions, leaving my throbbing cock jutting up hard and huge, shiny wet from tip to base with her saliva. When she caught her breath she said "Damn! You guys are going to kill me! Can you die from too many orgasms?"

I looked down at her, her face flushed and slightly damp with a light sheen of perspiration, her lips red and swollen from sucking cock. "I don't think so. Death by orgasm, I don't think I've ever heard of that outside of a husband walking in on his wife and her lover in the middle of one. Not likely to happen here, obviously."

They both enjoyed that comment, and that I was so relaxed with them, I think. It did hit a little close to home for me, I had gotten almost that angry, but they didn't know that. Sue reminded Rick that he was still dressed, insisting that he get naked too before we sampled our little dessert and wine experiment. He quickly stripped down, exposing the fact that he was also sporting a very hard little woody. Sue pulled it down and let go, letting it thwack up against his belly.
"Adam, isn't it nice how my husband enjoys seeing me get off on a nice big cock in my mouth? Why, it looks like he enjoyed it almost as much as I did!"

Obviously he had. For some reason I felt better not being the only naked guy with a boner in the room. I probably should have felt less at ease with him wandering around with his cock sticking out, but it had seemed less natural when he was dressed and I wasn't, so this somehow put me more at ease.

We got our plates and glasses, and the Port was surprisingly good with the rich dessert, complementing the chocolate nicely, as well as working with the cherries. It was borderline too sweet for me, but there was just enough tartness in the cherries and warm burn on the tongue and throat in the wine to offset that, and Rick and Sue raved about the combination.

I was pretty proud I'd pulled that off with my limited knowledge, it was really mostly a lucky guess, but they clearly thought I was brilliant. I didn't disabuse them of that notion, it was kind of nice being thought of as smart, sexy, and hung. As we got to know each other better they'd see through the first two soon enough!

Welcome back Stormy. I'm glad your time away has not taken any edge off you. This really is a quality story. I think you and GH could carry a site all by yourselves. Brilliant. I wonder now how long our intrepid hero can hold out before he sees the return of Kristi. Even I'm missing her ! I suspect though, like Adam, I might just have to do something else to take my mind off it in the meantime.

Welcum back. Love the story and hope that Rick gets to taste your cock. Show his wife how much he likes you been over.
contdoc

peak - Thanks, it's good to be home. The time away maybe gave me a chance to figure out a few angles on the story, we'll see. I do agree that Adam and Kristi have been apart too long, even though its only been a couple days! Seems much longer, I miss her as well.

contdoc - Thanks, I appreciate the continued support. It looks like Rick is all about doing whatever makes his wife happy at this point. As so often happens she was initially resistant, but now that she's on board she may make him regret it!

I hope to post the next segment a little later today, I don't quite have it ready yet. Sorry!

As we finished our little break, feeling recharged but uncomfortably full, we all just slumped back on the loveseat in the same order as before with Sue between me and her husband. Sue looked at my cock, which had gone about half-limp with the break in the action, and at Rick, who had entirely lost his erection and shrunk to his diminutive flaccid size.

"You know honey, Adam commented while you were gone that my clitty is almost as big as your dick."

I was appalled! I hadn't intended for him to hear that, it seemed like a very mean thing for her to repeat it to him! He, to his credit, took it in stride and just leaned forward and looked at her, and at himself.

"Hmmm. Do you really think so? I think I'm a lot bigger."

Sue persisted, while I stayed completely out of it. It was bad enough that I'd made the comment in the first place! She used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, and to push back the flesh on either side of her clit, causing it to thrust out and become fully exposed.

"No, look Ricky." She was using the fingers of her other hand to measure and compare. "You've got maybe an inch or so of your cock behind the head, but if we just compare the head of your penis to me, I'm actually bigger! A lot bigger! Funny we never noticed that before!"

She laughed, enjoying his consternation. "That must be very humiliating for you, to have a wife with a bigger cock than you have. How embarassing! We should get t-shirts that say that, you know, like I could wear one that said 'Mine's Bigger!', and you could wear one with 'Mini-Me', or 'Dinky' or something on it!"

I wanted to crawl in a hole and not hear any of this, but I couldn't help laughing at Sue's comment, and her t-shirt idea, and at Rick spluttering his objection.

"Hey, that's not fair! You're hard and I'm not, of course yours is bigger!"

As soon as he said that he realized how stupid it was, but it was too late, Sue and I were about to be rolling on the floor laughing! When I could catch my breath, I chided him a little.
"Oh, Rick, you're killing me! If you had said that to me it would be one thing, but you do realize you're comparing yourself to a woman, right?"

He was bright red, but he smiled sheepishly. "I know. I tried to pull those words back, but it was too late. I have maybe said dumber things, but I can't remember any right now."

That set all three of us off again, until I could sit up and breathe. I reached over and smacked him on the shoulder.
"Oh man! It's just a damn good thing you have a good sense of humor, that's all I can say."

Sue looked at him again. "Hmmph. With a cock that small, he'd have to have a sense of humor. Otherwise he'd be afraid to ever get naked."

Rick raised his eyebrows at her. "Oooh, bitchy! That's a quality I admire in a woman."

"Dinky dick!"

"Ball-buster!"

"Dicklet!"

I could see that they were playing a familiar game, a husband and wife thing, and enjoying their repartee'. For the first time I kind of felt left out, maybe a little superfluous, but Sue switched back before it could become too uncomfortable.

"Why don't you try to make yourself useful and clean up these dishes while I entertain our much better endowed guest?"

He hung his head and muttered "Yes ma'am", but I saw them quickly lock eyes and smile at each other. I couldn't help but think that they had a very strange relationship, but hell, it seemed to be working for them. I'm the divorced one, so who am I to judge?
Rick cleared away our plates and silverware, leaving the glasses, and returned carrying the remains of the bottle of Port, pausing to watch his wife, who had resumed sucking my cock. Except for the still-strange feeling of having her husband watching us, I was completely enjoying her attention.

He split the remaining wine fairly evenly between our three glasses, emptying the bottle. I really didn't want anymore, but figured we might as well kill it off. Sue heard him set the bottle down and looked up at him.

"I have another job for you, dicklet."

He groaned. "Now what?"

"I need Adam to fuck me again, I want to feel his big cock way up where you can never reach, and you need to get down here and finish getting him hard for me."

He glanced at me, then at her, then at my crotch where Sue was gripping the base of my mostly-erect cock, waving it around. I wasn't anywhere near ready for this!

"Uh, Sue, no offense, but I..."

"Oh relax Adam!" She moved up close to me, and looked me in the eye, and winked at me.
"Here, just lay back and relax, try it for a second or two, then we'll screw some more, OK? Here, put your head on this pillow, put your arm across, just pretend it's me, or Kristi, or whoever. Youll never know the difference."

She had laid my arm across my eyes, and I kept it there, trying to follow her advice. Apparently this was something they wanted very much to try, and I didn't want to disappoint them. I heard them moving around, and felt them touching me, not sure who was doing what. Soon I felt a mouth on me, a tongue bathing my glans and lips sliding over it to engulf me.

It was feeling pretty good, and I was sure it must be Sue, until I heard her voice say "No, not like that. Here, keep your teeth covered with your lips, and tilt your head like this - yeah like that, that's better."

Oh fucking swell! She was giving her husband a lesson in cocksucking - and he couldn't have had a better teacher - except I was the guinea pig!
Morbid curiosity was going to force me to see this, like you can't bear to look away from a car wreck even though you want to, and I moved my arm aside and opened my eyes.

Like an out-of-body experience, I watched Rick move his head up and down as he sucked my cock, his lips stretched over it and around my shaft, probably two or three inches of my cock in his mouth. He had his eyes closed, either in bliss or in concentration, and Sue continued to run her hand up and down the rest of my stiff shaft, jacking me off into her husband's willing mouth.

There was no danger that I would cum in his mouth, I had no sensation of that at all, but I was fully hard again, rigidly erect and huge from their combined attention. Rick took a few more strokes on me, then backed off.

"Show me how you take him so deep." He glanced at me as he said that, then looked quickly away, back at Sue.

"You're not ready for that yet sweetie."

"Just show me, tell me what to do."

"OK, but you're just going to gag yourself. Here, like this, get your mouth really wet, lots of saliva, then you have to get lined up so that it can just go right down your throat, a straight line. Watch."

She took me into her mouth, deeper and deeper until her lips were around the base of my erection, then held me there, just slightly bobbing her head up and down. I could feel her tongue on the underside of my shaft, massaging, insisting I cum, then she slid me out, and back in, several times, showing off for her husband. A few more of those and she would be getting a bucket of semen down her throat!

I groaned and thrust into her mouth, and she sensed that I was close and backed off, licking her lips.

"Oh no you don't! You're sneaky! If you're going to shoot your load in somebody's mouth it's going to be my useless little tiny dicked, cocksucker husband's, not mine. As a matter of fact, that's what we'll do boys, OK? I never knew that watching my husband suck cock would make me so horny, but it really does. Now I want to see him take a load in his mouth - that would probably make me cum just watching. Please, can we?"

He looked at me, then at her. "Well, I guess I'm willing. I already had cum in my mouth twice tonight, what's one more, straight from the source?"

I had to be a party pooper. "Not gonna happen, I don't think. I'm just not there, you know? I don't think I can."

Stormy

The first part of this section where Sue and Rick lovingly trade barbs about the relative size of their equipment is absolutely magnificent. It epitomizes what I call loving S&M. Beautifully done.

The second part where Rick sucks Adam's cock should get a rise out of some of the judgemental prudes here (judgemental prudes on a cuckold erotic web site - will wonders never cease). I find it interesting that even in a house populated exclusively by perverts you can still find people who are willing to cast stones.

I'm not gay and I don't have a secret urge to suck a penis; but I also understand that reading about it won't turn me into a flaming queen. I'm not into kissing feet either, but I have friends at this site who find that very exciting so I write about it. I write about it because people I like find it exciting. That is the only justification I need.

If that passage got you excited we should all celebrate that and when myself or Stormy or Blue179 or any of the other writers here create a segment that stirs your blood, we should all celebrate that too.

I say, if it gets people hard or wet and its about consenting adults it's good. Go for it; push the envelope Stormy.

I applaud you

GH

PS This might be a good example of why Lisa keeps telling me to cut back on my whisky consumption.

Thanks GH, you nailed it completely. This is pushing the envelope a little for me, and for Adam, but I've put him in a situation where he realizes that he is there to help fulfill the fantasies of his new friends. As such, he is struggling to overcome his own preconceived notions and inhibitions, and I'm struggling a little bit in writing it. I didn't realize that it showed!

You're right that just because it doesn't float my boat, or those of some other folks, that doesn't mean that there won't be those that really enjoy it. Or hate it! Either way, we're free to read it over and over, or skip it, or go and actually do something constructive with our time instead.

You're also right about the occasional spewage (is that a word?) of vitriol here on this site. Apparently some people are shackled to chairs and forced to read or view things against their will, and this upsets them. I, for one, have mastered the complexities of the computer mouse, and when confronted with something I find unpleasant am thus able to simply move on...

If your note was wisdom from a bottle, perhaps I need to drink more! Lisa, leave him alone, he is a wise man!

Stormy, keep doing what you're doing, the story is great-all of it. Some will like it, some won't, but my guess is that the majority of folks reading your story are liking it. I know I am. The fact that you ventured outside of your comfort zone speaks volumes for your skill as a writer.

Don't worry about the nay sayers, they can go somewhere else and read other stories. You can't please everyone, so don't even try.

Stormy,
GH, yourself and the others have all raised valid points and I agree with many of the sentiments expressed. I would only add, keep it real, and I think so far you have.

Everyone runs along their life paths along largely self imposed lines. They have core values which they change little from an early age, unless perhaps something very fundemental affects them, and often that will destabilise them for a long time (like being caught in a terrorist bomb, or being badly betrayed by someone you trust when trust itself is a core value). This is my long winded (as usual - sorry) way of saying that Adam will have lines in the sand that he will only reluctantly cross, and ones which he will never cross. Up to you where they are, I just hope that you continue to stay consistent with them. I criticised Blue179 in parts of his epic story for being inconsistent in this way, not for taking his story into areas I found distasteful (although he did that too). I think the power of a great story is that when these consistencies are retained, the characters become real and this remains true whether it is Adam, Petey, Falstaff or Atticus Finch you are talking about.

GH, TF2, and Peak - Thanks for the input, opinions, and encouragement. I find it very interesting (and kind of heartwarming, really) that our online friends are willing to reach out and offer a word of encouragement, or, if necessary, a whack upside the head once in awhile - just as our local (you know, flesh and blood, non-virtual, whatever) friends are sometimes required to do!
I do appreciate it.

A couple of things occurred to me in the overnight hours:
First, I'm doing a little crying before I'm hurt. Nobody has criticized or bashed the story at any point, although all are certainly entitled to. I did willingly put it out there.

Second, we tend to focus on the occasional negative or nasty comments posted about someone's efforts when in reality they tend to comprise less than 1 or 2% of the total. That's like the waitress that obsesses on the one problem customer and loses sight of the other hundred that gave her nice tips, or the frequent flier that goes on and on, ad nauseum, about the one bad experience when for months he has flown trouble-free. And even on the bad flight he arrived safely, which is the real test. (OK, guilty!)

I try very hard not to do either of those things, so the soapbox is now officially back in the cellar and I will just shut up and write. You guys helped me see the crux of my problem, and actually spotted the internal struggle before I did - pretty amazing, and very helpful. Thanks!

They both stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I could see that they were disappointed, possibly even a little hurt, that I'd put the brakes on the evening and kind of spoiled the mood. Sue was the first to speak.

"Really Adam? Why not?"

"I really don't know, Sue. It's like there's just this sort of disconnect between the mental and physical parts of it, you know? It just leaves me feeling a little off or something."

She was still gripping my cock, her fist wrapped most of the way around its base, and she waved my rampant hard-on around in the air.
"If the old Louisville Slugger here is any indication you seem to be doing just fine physically, so what's the problem?"

I had to smile at her baseball reference, unusual for a woman, but I didn't point out that with the Cialis in my system my cock would probably get hard if the wind blew on it. After all, I had my sexual superman image to uphold with Rick, and I was pretty sure he didn't know I was drug enhanced.
Rick, surprising me, spoke up on my behalf.

"Honey, if Adam doesn't want to do it, that's OK. We shouldn't try to force him or anything. Maybe next time we do this, after we know each other better, we could try it."

She looked at both of us. "Is there going to be a next time? Lord knows I'm more than willing, but I wasn't sure about you guys."

Rick instantly and enthusiastically indicated his willingness, but again I had to tread water, just a little.
"I really hope so, I've totally enjoyed this. More than I thought I would, actually, because I wasn't sure at all about fucking you in front of your husband. That's been amazing as it turns out, and my cock obviously thinks we should do some more of it. I'm just not sure where my personal life and relationships are going right now, so I can't make any promises."

She looked at me, and I could see her melt just a little. She knew a little bit about how I'd been agonizing over Kristi, although she didn't know why, and like most women her softer side took over.
"Oh. Well, that's understandable, that makes sense. Still, in case there's not a next time, we could at least try this a little. If you say stop, we'll stop, OK?"

"Sue..."

"Oh come on Adam, please? How about if we tag-team you, I bet you'd like that. I'll suck your cock, and Ricky can help instead of just watching."

That didn't sound too bad. And she'd used another sports reference! Sort of. It would be difficult for any guy, having experienced it, to pass up Sue's oral gift, and I relented.

"Well, OK, I'll try. But first you have to answer a question for me. Why?"
They both just gave me a blank look. "What I mean is, why is this so important to you? To me it seems way different than just watching some guy screw your wife, you know?"

They looked at each other, and again Sue answered first. She usually did, taking the more dominant role.
"Well, I just like it because it makes me horny." She laughed, somewhat self consciously. "Weird that the idea of my husband sucking cock should make me so horny, but it does, I can't help it! Besides, you guys like watching two girls go at it, so why shouldn't I like watching two guys? Admit it, you do, don't you?"

Rick wholeheartedly agreed. At least I was somewhat assured that he wasn't totally gay, but he obviously had to be a little bi. I was about to disagree with her, because watching two chicks munch carpet for half an hour gets pretty boring for me, I really prefer hetero sex scenes. Then I remembered Kristi and Rain, and their long, slow, sensual kiss, and the way they'd touched each other that evening. I'd have paid money, big money, to see that go further. I'd have dropped to my knees and begged to be allowed to watch that!

"That's different Sue. Women are beautiful, sensual, a total joy to look at, so two together is just twice the pleasure. Guys aren't beautiful."

"Well duh, to you maybe. They are to me, I love male bodies. From your big muscly shoulders right down to your wrinkly little scrotums I love it all!" As she said this she fondled Rick's very wrinkly, very little scrotum with one hand, and my dangly balls with the other. "I do have to admit that I love big full scrotums better though. And big thick cocks. Sorry honey, no offense, that's just how it is!"

Rick looked at her ruefully. "None taken. Who could blame you? As for me, I just want to do it because... well, I guess because it makes Suzy so hot, but also because it's a way for me to thank you for fucking her so well for us." He hesitated, and I knew he wanted to say more.
"I kind of want you and Suzy to make me serve you, and make me do anything you want me to do. And I do mean anything Adam, that excites me a lot. It's a big part of my fantasy, but I understand if you don't want to."
He was really opening up and making himself vulnerable, and I recognized that, but still I said nothing, waiting for him to go on. Plus, I had no idea what to say!

He stammered a little but continued. "I... umm, I've also wanted for awhile to see what it felt like, you know, to have a cock in my mouth. I was curious...Suzy always seems to enjoy it."
He paused, then his words came in a torrent. "Oh, shit! In for a penny, in for a pound! I liked it Adam, when you shoved your cock in my mouth after you came in Suzy a little while ago, I almost came when you did that! It was like I could taste and feel just how well you made her cum, I could taste and feel her pleasure, and yours! God, even now, just remembering what that felt and tasted like!"
He indicated his cock, which was rigid, pointing skyward, and straining at the memory. As he spoke Sue got down and took my own hard cock in her mouth and began to slowly and deeply suck me, the wet heat of her mouth almost overwhelming.
Rick went on. "Adam, when you came in my wife, and I could feel your cock pumping against my face, and your balls straining in my mouth, and I could hear Suzy cumming so hard, and I knew you were cumming so far up inside of her!! God, that was so amazing, and then when she sat on my face and I found out how much you'd cum in her, how aroused you were by my wife, and I could taste and swallow your lust for my woman, and hers for you, ohhh! You came a lot Adam, really a lot."
He paused again, waiting for me to speak. I had nothing.

"Why did you do that then, Adam? Why did you shove your cock in my mouth after you'd fucked Sue?"

I was a little ashamed to answer him, but I was honest. "I was being an asshole, Rick. I thought you were a wimpy little pissant cuckold boy for letting me fuck your wife, and I wanted you to see and taste what I'd done to her, and to feel in your own mouth what she'd just had so far up inside of her. I wanted you to know that was something you could never give her. Sometimes I'm a bastard Rick, and I was just being a complete asshole, and I'm sorry. I really am."

Sue continued to blow me, but she was intently watching this exchange, her eyes going back and forth between us.

Rick was quiet for a moment, then softly asked "So why apologize now? What changed?"

"I don't know. Seeing the way you two relate, the way you are together I guess. I was wrong. Again, I'm sorry."

Rick looked at me for a few seconds, clearly shaken. "Thanks Adam, for being honest - and for the apology. But I'm not sorry, I can't be after seeing how much pleasure and enjoyment you brought to my lady. And to me. And to you too, I guess."

I suddenly realized who was the better man in this room. "Rick, you're kind of an amazing guy, you know that? You make me feel small." He glanced at my cock in Sue's mouth. "OK, not that." He smiled.

I hesitated, then realized I was OK now, I was actually feeling all right with them. "Umm, if you still want to help your wife with this, you'd better hurry."

He did, quickly joining Sue, and for the next minute, 90 seconds maybe, they took turns on me, one sucking my cock and the other licking and sucking my balls. I was getting close, and when Sue next took me deep down her throat it exceeded my capacity for control.

"Ohhh, fuck, I'm cumming! Ohhh, my god!"

It was incredibly intense, and the first big spurt went into Sue's mouth, the second across her face and Rick's as she attempted to get my cock into her husband's waiting mouth, the the next several into Rick's mouth and throat as he closed his eyes and sucked on me and Sue continued to jack me off, her fist pumping my load into Rick's willing mouth as she stared at his face, her own mouth open as though she was taking it.

I hadn't been sure what they would do, but would have assumed something along these lines. I was still a little shocked that I'd done it, but what the hell, you can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. Hmm, extremely apt analogy, now that I think about it!

I had come hard, spasming for what seemed like an endless time, then collapsed back, panting. I watched as Rick softly continued to suck me, then let my still very hard cock slip from his lips. He looked at Sue, and their eyes locked, and I could see that he was holding my cum load in his mouth. As was Sue, with the little she'd taken.

She swallowed, then smiled at Rick. He closed his eyes and swallowed it, all of it, then smiled back at her, then turned to me. "Was it awful, Adam?"

"No, Rick. I should be asking you that."

"No, it wasn't. You cum like a fucking firehose though."

"Rick, I could have gone my whole life and died happy never having a man say those words to me."

We all laughed, then he kissed his wife, and she licked my cum off the side of his face, then she came up and kissed me, her lips and chin and one cheek covered with my cum. I licked my cum from her face, and kissed her long and deep. She sighed and grabbed my cock.

"Wow Adam, you've still got a big old hard-on. Do you think you can fuck me one more time, 'cause I'd sure like that!"

"I don't know Sue, but I'm willing to die trying." I looked at Rick. "If that's OK with you anyhow."

"Sure, it's Suzy's decision anyhow. But don't die, I'd hate to have to drag you all the way across the street."

I laughed and punched his shoulder, then set about pleasuring his wife one last time.

Stormy,
I don't know about you but I just felt like I just skated across a patch of thin ice. Amazed I got to the other side still whole and intact. It may have been me but I suspect your writing put that feeling there too. Thanks.

Well done Stormy. Thank you.

Thanks guys, that was kind of a tough one to figure out. Adam still had to be Adam, and he's got a few (very few) odd Puritan morals still banging around in there somewhere.
Fortunately for us, he's working very hard to overcome that weakness!

Stormy:

That was an excellent piece of writing. I can't wait for the next installment. Please keep it up (the writing , that is).

Sue, still gripping and stroking me, moved to again straddle me, but I stopped her.

"No, we kind of did that already. Let's try something different and see if you can get your feet up over your head."
I pressed her back on the leather loveseat, a cum-stained and appropriately named piece of furniture if ever there was one, and pushed her knees far up and apart, holding her spread apart, open and inviting. She realized what I was planning, and, eager to cooperate, grabbed her own legs and pulled them up more and still farther apart .

"I'm probably not limber enough to get my feet behind my head, but how's this?"

It was excellent, a perfect picture of a wanton, horny slut, making herself available and practically begging for a big cock. I looked down at her sex for a long time, enjoying the swollen pink folds glistening with her wetness and the residue of our earlier encounters, her perpetually hard and horny clit standing out proudly from the upper meeting of her luscious folds, then I touched her slickness.
Her knees were pressed to her breasts, forcing them up and together, nipples jutting forward. I placed my hand on her chest, on her sternum between her full breasts.
"Perfect Sue, the perfect pose for me to shove my cock into you about up to here."

I moved, getting on my knees between her upraised legs, and leaning in to taste her arousal. I slid my tongue briefly into her open pussy, tasting masculine and feminine love juices, then slowly dragged it up, parting her fleshy lips until I foung her big bud, which I flicked several times before sucking it between my lips.

Sue groaned then cried out "Oh yes! Oh fuck!" She came, suddenly, her back arching, and I raised up after and smiled at her.

"You're too easy Sue, you make me feel like a real superstar. Do you always have such a hair-trigger?"

Rick, standing alongside us, answered for her. "Yeah, she does, once she's really turned on and into it. She can go forever, again and again, or until my tongue gets cramps."

I laughed at his offbeat comment. "Your tongue, huh?"

"Yeah, well, by the time my dick is worn out she's just getting started. That's one of the reasons we called in back-up." I noticed that he was still exceedingly erect through all this, his cock standing up stiff and defiant.

"Do you want a shot Rick? She is your wife, after all."

"Nooo, no, I want to go after you. She insists that I need to try sloppy seconds - she thinks I'll like that."

Sue laughed. "You will baby, trust me. Now are you guys gonna talk or fuck, 'cause I need some more, real soon!"

I moved up and pressed myself between her legs, spreading her up and out until my balls rested against her wet, open sex and my cock lay on her soft belly. I wiggled a little, pressing against her and feeling my balls slide against her wetness, until my cock extended up just past her navel, the swollen head covering her shallow indentation.

"That's how far I'm going to get inside your wife Rick, way up in her belly. Bet you wish you could do that, huh?" I had been wary about returning to teasing him, after what I'd done and said, but he was apparently fine with it.

"Yeah, fuck her Adam, fuck her good, make her beg, wear her out!"

I laughed at that. "Sure Rick, we can only imagine. You know that when it comes to sex the women have us totally beat, right? I mean, you talk about her wearing you out, she could probably wear out ten guys and keep right on going. Isn't that right Sue?"

She wiggled her ass, sliding her pussy over my balls and her mound against my hardness. I groaned, she grinned. "Sounds good to me boys. Bring on the other eight guys, I'm ready!"

I'm pretty sure she wasn't kidding.

I slid back some, letting the tip of my cock slide down and into her hot crease, remembering something that I had found intensely exciting and erotic just a short time before.

"Hey Rick, you want to do the honors?"

"What?"

"Put my cock in your wife, like you did earlier. I liked that a lot, the way you were looking out for her satisfaction. Help us like you're supposed to, man!"

He reached between us, finding and gripping my erection. I could feel him squeezing and gently stroking me as he manipulated my cock, rubbing the tip up and down over his wife's wet opening, getting me lubed up and ready while he tortured her a little.

"Fuck, he's really thick honey! Are you ready for it?"

"Yes, yes, I'm ready!"

"Say please Suzy, beg me to put him in you if you really want it!"

"Oh god! Please put him in me you little wimp, or you're never gonna get laid again!"

I laughed at that, but he seemed convinced and suddenly held me to his wife's waiting opening as I thrust forward and into her, again feeling her soft heat and slick folds envelop me. Rick didn't remove his hand as expected, but instead held it there so that I was thrusting through his fist and into her, his encircling thumb and index finger against her hot pussy and the heel of his hand hitting my pubic bone as I thrust forward.

His hand quickly became slick with her secretions rubbing off my cock onto his fingers, and as he squeezed my cock, clearly enjoying the feeling of it pumping in and out of his wife, I groaned again with the intensity. I hadn't intended for him to do this, but the sensation was incredible. I was worried that I would cum soon, very soon at this rate.

Sue stopped him, insisting that he move his hand so that I could get all the way inside of her, and he reluctantly did so. I sank deeply into her, somewhat relieved at the reduction of the sensation and she gasped. It had been as erotic and intense for me as before, even more so, and I didn't fully understand why the sensation of him assisting me in fucking his wife, of him actually inserting my cock into her horny pussy, was so exciting to me. It just was.

I continued to pound away at Sue, her legs splayed far up and apart so that I was buried as deeply as possible in her pussy, my balls slapping audibly against her ass with each thrust.

She wasn't as toned as Kristi, I didn't have that sensation of her pussy muscles rippling and squeezing, teasing and milking me the way I did when Kristi was fucking me, nor did I get the sensation that her slick tunnel was stretched taut, fitting me like a glove, tight and filled to capacity as I had with Rain. I didn't mean to make comparisons again, but I couldn't help it, and those two were still fresh enough in my mind to do so.

Sue was slightly loose, soft and almost pillowy, for lack of a better word, inside, but very hot and wet, very vocal in her appreciation, extremely horny and wanton. In other words, she was in full fuck-slut mode and no guy could resist that. Well, no straight guy.

"Oh god yes Adam! I can feel your balls on my ass, oh fuck me, fuck me!
Yes, yes, harder, oh god yes! Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god honey, he's making me cuuummmm!"

And she did, bucking her ass up to take me still deeper. Rick stood alongside, watching, his cock straining hard and twitching, inches from my face. As Sue rode her orgasm I managed to put words together.

"Rick, would you please point that someplace else? No offense, but it's been known to go off unexpectedly."

He roused from his trance. "What? Oh yeah, sorry." He turned away 45 degrees.

"No problem, I just didn't want to be hit by friendly fire."

Sue, still gasping for air, laughed. "Don't worry Adam, it's just a Derringer. Or maybe a BB gun. It's probably not even loaded."

Rick dropped to his knees, laughing, and took his wife's face in his hands, kissing her deeply. "Gosh honey, you're multi-tasking. You're being a horny cum slut and an emasculating bitch at the same time. I'm impressed, I don't think I've ever loved you more!"

He stayed there, and they continued their running battle of words and wits as I fucked her, driving her to one orgasm after another, and each time she'd cum she'd tell him, and squeeze his hands in hers, and he'd cover her lips with his own so that she could gasp out her orgasm into his mouth as they shared her pleasure.

I had been a little afraid that I would not be able to retain my erection for another round of intercourse, but was having no problems. I made a mental note to buy some stock in whoever makes Cialis. I felt my ejaculation coming, strong and unstoppable as Sue and Rick rode another of her own, and I told them as I pumped my third load of the night into her pussy, my fourth total if you include the one they shared. I don't know if they were impressed, but I was!

"Oh yes, Oh fuck! Unhhh, I'm cumming, oh fuck! Damn Sue, you're wringing me dry, woman, I just can't seem to stop cumming inside your wife Rick. Thanks for sharing."

As my spurts and spasms stopped, I stayed inside of her for a few minutes, feeling my cock begin to lose its hardness. Eventually I moved, sliding out of her with a wet, sucking sound, and watched as a trickle of white semen began to ooze from her open cunt. I got out of the way, standing up, slightly dizzy, and Rick moved betweeen his wife's legs and took my place, sinking his rigid organ into her sodden pussy.

He groaned, but Sue laughed. "Gosh honey, I can barely even feel your cock. Time for your four favorite words! Is it in yet?"

"Very funny dear. If you weren't such a slut for big cocks you wouldn't be so stretched out, like the Holland tunnel. If you weren't so hot and wet inside it would be like sticking my dick out the window. They should call this loose and sloppy seconds in your case."

"Ooohhh, dinky dicklet is getting feisty! How cute! Seriously honey, go ahead, you can stick it in now."

"Ha ha jizz queen, you're sooo funny!"

I couldn't believe the way they were talking to each other, but they seemed to be having a lot of fun. I knew, now, at this exact point of the evening, that it was time for me to leave and let them enjoy each other. I reached for my clothes, putting them on as I picked them up, my t-shirt first, then my socks.

I watched as I dressed, Rick's ass pumping up and down as he fucked his wife's used, cum-filled pussy. The wet, slippery smacking sounds were gross but erotic, and he seemed to enjoy the feel of her used sex, of my sexual leftovers, in his sloppy seconds position. I had my pants in hand, ready to pull them on, when Sue motioned me over.

"Wait Adam, one more thing." She lifted my flaccid but swollen cock, still slathered with the slick and sticky remains of our rutting, to Ricks lips. "Here honey, you need to clean Adam up so he can get dressed. He's leaving us, I think."

Rick looked up at me, and I nodded, agreement and consent, and he took my cock into his mouth. He sucked and licked, carefully and lovingly bathing my cock, tasting his wife's arousal and my own satisfaction, and his eyes closed. I'm sure he was seeing his fantasy play out on the back of his eyelids, and as he bathed my cock I put my hand on the back of his head and thrust fully into his mouth, pressing my balls to his chin, and he erupted into his wife, groaning out his orgasm around my cock, Sue crying out with her own as she stared at her husbands bulging cheeks and lips on me, and his cock pumped and sprayed furiously inside of her.

As they wound down I stepped back, letting my flaccid organ slip from his lips and droop in front of all of us, then slid into my pants, my cock outlined wetly against the thin fabric when I zipped up.

All of us were silent as I got my shoes on, Rick sliding down and burying his face in his wife's pussy, now flowing freely with cum, mine, his, her own.

Sue moaned and writhed, watching my face. "Next time Adam?"

"What?"

"Next time, will you fuck me in my ass? And let Ricky blow you?"

"God Sue, you really are an insatiable thing, aren't you? Yeah, if there is a next time, we'll do all that. Whatever you want. I think I'm OK with anything now, you know? Sorry I kind of bailed on you."

"It's OK. We shouldn't have pushed so hard. I sure hope there's a next time."

I thought about that. "So do I Sue. Really. Thanks."

"No, thank you Adam."

Rick raised his face from Sue's battered pussy and looked up at me. His face was soaked in cum from his cheekbones to his chin, all around his big grin, his lips smeared with streaks of white. "Yeah, thanks Adam."

I laughed. "You kids have fun. Don't stay up too late, and finish that wine for me. It should be as good with used pussy as it was with chocolate. I'll let myself out."

I did, looking back to see Rick dive back into his wife's cum-covered crotch, and I heard her gasp out another orgasm as I closed the door.

Here endeth the lesson. Well done Stormy.

That was great Stormy, can't wait to see where it goes from here. Seems Adam has a house boat trip coming up soon. Due to all his recent extracirricular activities, it seems like Adam needs to sit down with Kristi and have a good heart to heart talk to try to establish some groundrules that are acceptable to both. As I recall, she was OK with him messing around as long as there were no emotional ties, kind of like this recent get together with Sue and Rick. There's got to be a compromise in there somewhere so that they could both have their fun and yet stay together.

Love the story.

Thanks subchard, I didn't see your comment until now, but I sure appreciate it - and I hope to keep it up, in every sense of the words. (lol)

The lesson, huh? Thanks peak!

TF2 - Thanks, I'll try not to keep you waiting too long. Hey, can you read palms and tea leaves too?

Walking back across the street I noticed a dull ache, deep inside, just above the back of my balls, and wondered if perhaps I hadn't overdone it just a bit. I was deeply satisfied sexually at that moment, and somewhat self impressed at having gone four rounds in such a relatively short period of just under three hours. It was a recent personal best for me, maybe an all-time. Better living through chemistry, right?

I shook my head a little ruefully though, wishing it had been under circumstances I felt a little better about, or more comfortable with. Still, Rick and Sue had turned out to be very nice, and I had gotten a glimpse of a very, very different type of relationship. Maybe I had grown, like my friends thought I should; I wasn't so sure. At a minimum I hoped I would be invited back to enjoy more of Rick's cooking.

Ralph met me at the door and accompanied me to the kitchen, putting me on notice that he was not happy with the lateness of his dinner. I fed him and congratulated him on his fine effort in keeping the wine cellar safe, then headed up to bed, leaving the sliding door open enough for him to come and go as needed. Someday I'll wind up with a house full of raccoons, but it's worked so far when I have to feed him so late.

I stripped and washed up a little, getting the sweat and various other bodily secretions removed, brushed my teeth, and, exhausted, fell into bed for several hours of complete, dreamless, unconsciousness.
I woke at 4:53, to total darkness, and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve a bursting bladder. I was stunned to find myself rock hard again and pointing skyward, the drug apparently still active in my system.

Q: Can you give an example of leverage?
A: When your cock is so erect that when you push it down to pee, it lifts your heels off the floor.

Kids, feel free to use that in physics class - if your economics teacher asks, he is referring to a different type of leverage. Well, maybe not that different since it frequently still involves dicks.

Anyhow, mission accomplished, I drank a couple glasses of water and fell back in bed, this time to jumbled dreams and restlessness. They ran through my mind like flashes of something created by Ingmar Bergman or Stanley Kubrick, until I settled into a very satisfying scene of burying my face into a very aroused, very wet, very appreciative pussy while music played softly in the background. Warm, and so wet...

I awoke to Ralph joyously licking my face, wet, slobbery and enthusiastic, his tail at the opposite end set at 200 wags per minute as evidence of his joy in discovering I still lived. The background music I'd been hearing was my cell phone ringing, still in the pocket of my jeans where I'd dropped them on the floor. As I fumbled for it I tried hard not to think about the fact that that damn dog had probably spent thirty minutes blissfully licking his balls before deciding to wake me.

I noticed it was fully light outside about the same time I could make out that it was Kristi calling me.

I managed a drowsy "Hi baby!"

"Well good morning Adam, I was about to give up. Did I wake you?"

"No. Well, kind of. Ralph helped. What time is it anyway?"

"A little after 9:00, sleepyhead. What's up, you never sleep this late?"

I wasn't ready to say too much, not yet. "Just a late night, and I didn't sleep too well. No big deal. It sure is good to hear your voice though."

She didn't respond immediately, then answered "Yeah, yours too. I've really been wanting to talk to you."

"You didn't answer any of my calls."

"No, I know. I thought we should just talk once, like I said. If I had answered yesterday, you'd have still called me today, right?"

She had a point there, and I had to concede. "Of course. That's OK though, we have a lot of free phone minutes you know."

She laughed, and I loved the sound. "You're a goof, my love. That's not what I meant."

I laughed back, my heart lightened by the sound of her voice, her laugh.
"No, I know. I don't suppose you'd like to come over for a few hours, would you?"

She laughed again. "I assume that means you're sitting in bed with a big old morning woody that you want me to attend to."

I looked around suspiciously, but didn't see any cameras. "No. Well, yeah, OK, I am, but that's not what I meant. I'd just really like to see you. You know, just to hold you."
Even to me it sounded a little like begging.

"No, I still think we should wait until after you get back from Lake Powell. After you've had some time to work through stuff."

"I don't need to work through anything Kristi. I love you, I always have. I know that to be true now. I just need you in my life again."

"Is it that easy all of a sudden Adam?"

I knew what she was asking, and I had no answer. I thought about how I had strayed and played, with Rain, then last night with the neighbors. And, of course, I thought of Izzy. I wasn't particularly proud of any of that, especially of hiding Izzy from Kristi, but I saw no reason why any of it would have to continue either. Other than Izzy, of course, who would inevitably and always be a part of me.
What she was asking of me though, even though I was in a panic at the thought of life without her, I was not sure I could find a way cope with. Not 100% sure, which is what she was asking. The silence stretched, and the silence spoke volumes.

She spoke softly. "You see Adam, that's what I mean. You can't even work up a convincing lie."

"Well, come with us to Lake Powell then, and we'll work it out together. We can work through this, I'm sure we can."

"Well, I think that would be an incredibly bad idea. Besides, I can't. Jim's out of town that week, and that leaves me as the senior member. We have that closing on the office park out in Golden coming up, and Steve can't handle it, he's still a rookie. It's a major deal, I need to hold his hand."

I knew what she was talking about, a deal that had been a long time coming together, and she had mentioned that Jim, the manager and lead broker of their little group, would be gone. I knew she wouldn't shirk that, even if she wanted to come along, which she obviously didn't.

"Well damn, Kristi! I just can't work up much enthusuiasm for going without you. Plus, that means it will be over two weeks, almost three, before I see you again. That sucks!"

"Adam, like I said before, just go and have fun and relax with your friends, the time will fly by, you'll see, and maybe you'll reach a real decision. Pick up some bimbo to take along and screw yourself into a coma if you need to. How about that Dana girl that you work with, she's cute?"

I laughed, a little bitterly. "Well, first, I don't want another girl. Second, Dana's no bimbo. She's 21 and working on her doctorate for Pete's sake, she's brilliant. And third, she thinks I'm ancient, old enough to be her grandfather or something. I really only want you there."

Kristi laughed again. "Sorry grandpa, no can do."

"What about you, during all that time?"

She knew what I was asking now, the tables turned on her, and it was her turn to fall silent.

"Well?"

Her voice was low, hard to hear. "I'll be faithful to you Adam, until you get back. Until you decide. I was for over a year and a half you know, and you were gone a lot."

I believed her, maybe just because I wanted to. "I know you were. So why..."

"I don't know Adam, because I was weak and stupid I guess, because I convinced myself that it was no big deal, because I thought you would understand...I just don't know. Aren't we covering old ground?"

I sighed "Ohhh, Kristi..."

"I don't need to do this stuff Adam, I'm not some psycho. I just love it, you know? It makes me feel good, it's exciting and arousing, it's fun and it makes me feel young and beautiful. It could be fun together you know, if you'd let it."

"You are young and beautiful baby, so beautiful it makes me hurt."

"To you, Adam."

"To everyone Kristi, but why does anyone else matter?"

"I know. They shouldn't. I'm just shallow and vain I guess." It sounded like she was crying, and I was about to. I'd never known her to be at all insecure about her youth or beauty, and it hurt me too.

"I'm sorry Kristi, I didn't mean to make you cry. Are you OK?"

"No, it's fucking up my mascara." She laughed a little, through her tears.
"I love you so much Adam. Please come back to me, accept me for me if you can. We could play and have so much fun together, until we're too old to walk anymore. It's just fun and games, you know. Have you played with Sue and Rick yet?"

I was silent, then fessed up. "Yeah, last night. It was OK. Kind of weird. Fun, I guess. They have a, umm, I guess you'd say an unusual relationship for sure."

"You'll need to tell me all about it when you get back. In great detail this time, no chickening out. I'll talk to you in a few weeks."

"Call me again tonight, OK? I plan to go back up to Wyoming tomorrow morning, so I'll be out of touch."

"Probably not Adam. What else could we say?"

"Come over now then, just for a little while."

"You still got that big old woody going on?"

I did, surprisingly. "Yeah - you interested?"

"Very much, but I'm not coming over. I just wanted to remind you that there's a large size jar of vaseline under my sink." She laughed at her own teasing, and I smiled along with her. She has a great deal of strength.

We hung up, and I laid back and closed my eyes, still holding my phone. I kept the sound of her voice, and her laugh, in my head, and pictured her in all her glory, the one woman in the world made just for me. I wished.

Oh well, time to get me and Ralph some breakfast and hit the shower. I rolled up and to my feet, still erect, and still aching inside slightly, although it was feeling much better.

Making the excuse to myself that I had received enough of a workout last night, I decided to forego my usual morning run or swim. I decided that Ralph deserved a nice breakfast after being so patient waiting for dinner last night, and headed down to prepare bacon and eggs for both of us. I'd have been fine with my usual cold cereal, but he doesn't seem to care for it.

Watching him go down the stairs, a thought occurred to me and I quickly grabbed my phone and called Kristi back, not really expecting her to answer. To my surprise, she did.

"Hi Adam. What did you forget?"

"Wow! You actually answered my call."

"Don't press your luck, bub. We'll just consider this a post script of the other call. So, the PS...?"

"I just wanted to be sure I couldn't talk you into a lovely, all-expense paid trip to sunny Lake Powell."

"Adam..."

"I'm kidding, I know you can't go. I hate it, but I understand. But how about you move back in here while I'm gone?"

She didn't answer immediately, and I plunged ahead. "You could watch the place, and take care of Ralph - who really misses you by the way - and you could still go over to John and Wendy's and take care of their stuff."

"I don't want to move back in until you make up your mind."

"Sweet thing, every time I look around I can see that you haven't really moved out."

She laughed. "Well, I suppose that's true. You do still have most of my stuff. I guess that would be OK, and with Kori and Ron gone too it would solve the dog-sitting issue. It would feel good to come home."

The way she said that affected me, deeply, and reminded me of the ways I had hurt her in retaliation.

"It would be a huge help." I thought my voice sounded a little husky. "And I wouldn't have to call Scott to fill in."

Scott was a kid in the neighborhood that helped everyone out with dog sitting, lawn watering and mowing, and any other odd chores as needed. Well, not really a kid anymore since he'll be a senior in high school in the fall. He was quite an entrepeneur, the kind of nerdy kid that all the jocks and big shots in his class would end up working for. And, he had an enormous crush on Kristi, and only slightly less so on Kori.

"Oh great, now you make me feel like I'm stealing income from Scottie. Do you have any other stuff he could do for you?"

"Sure, he's gonna mow, and you could get him to cut the shrubs back a little bit on the west side. And that stack of branches out back, you could ask him to cut those up into fireplace lengths."

"OK, I'll dog-sit for you, and I'll call him."

"Great. He'll probably wet himself."

"Adam..."

"I'm just kidding, he's a good kid. But you do know he's hopelessly in love with you, right? Ever since he was working at Ron's that one day while you and Kori were swimming he's been totally helpless whenever you're around."

"I think it's sweet."

"Most women think it's sweet when they can wrap some poor helpless male around their little fingers."

She laughed. "It has its advantages. Was that all you wanted?"

'Yeah, pretty much."

"Bye Adam. Have fun on the trip, and drive careful."

"I will. Oh, one other thing, I almost forgot! I love you, baby."

It was very quiet, and I thought I'd gone too far. Then, so quiet I could barely hear her. "I love you too Adam. So much. I just hope it's enough. Goodbye."

The line went dead, and I sat there, unsure whether to be happy or sad. Ralph soon returned to remind me about breakfast, so I fixed some, putting about one scrambled egg and some crumbled up bacon in with his food, then went about my day. I focused on finishing up what I could and putting things in order, mindful of the fact that I would not be home again for about three weeks.

Kori called to ask me to join her and Ron for dinner, wanting to be sure we had our plans for meeting up with each other at the lake completely nailed down, and we settled on their house at 6:30. I was out front cleaning out my Jeep and checking its vital fluids when Sue walked up behind me and her voice startled me, rousing me from my daydreaming.

"Hi Adam. How are you today?"

I turned to her, and smiled. She was completely back into sweet, innocent little suburban housewife mode, no sign whatsoever of the screaming, sex-crazed, ball-busting, grunting, cum-soaked little slut she'd been last night.

"I'm good Sue, how about you?"

"Oh, I'm great Adam. I feel just incredibly good today, very relaxed."

I laughed. "I should hope so. So all that really happened, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

I think we both blushed then, as we looked at each other. I know she did, and I felt very self conscious, knowing what had been said last night, and what had transpired between us. And between her and Rick. And between me and Rick.

She laughed softly. "Isn't it funny what we'll do in the uncontrolled, lust inspired moments, or under cover of darkness, things we would never even consider in the light of day? It's hard to even talk about it now, here."

She was very insightful, very introspective this morning. "So true Sue. I'm still not sure I can ever look Rick in the eye again. That was so weird, but it felt right at the moment."

She smiled at that. "He feels the same. He's kind of embarassed this morning, about his behavior, but I don't think he'd change a thing. I'm glad you relented a little." She paused. "I liked it Adam, it really made me horny seeing him do that."

"Why, Sue?"

"I really don't know. I've thought about it, but I don't know. It just did - do you regret it?"

I'd thought about that as well. "No, I suppose not, but I'm not going to be broadcasting it either. It will be our little secret."

She laughed again. "Agreed. I'll let you get back to work, I just wanted to say hi, and tell you again how much we enjoyed last night."

"Me too."

"I'm so glad. I think you let the genie out of the bottle though."

I frowned at her, not sure what she meant.

"I told you how I used to be pretty much a sex-crazed slut in college, lots of guys, lots of big dicks. Well, I'd really given that up completely for Rick and the girls, I've been totally good and behaved myself, and I was fine with that. But last night, oh boy, that reminded me of what I was missing."

"Sue, you don't..."

"No, I'll still be good, and careful. Just not so completely good. Life's too short Adam, I want to grab it and enjoy it while I'm still young enough. I want more nights like that, and Rick's OK with that. Happy, even."

What could I say? She made valid points, and even maybe gave me a little insight into Kristi. And myself.
"Thanks Sue."

"For what?"

"For being so smart, and so sweet. And for being such a hot, insatiable little sex bomb."

She instantly went bright red, and I laughed out loud. She joined me in that, then we parted ways, her promising to keep an eye on things while I was gone and Kristi was working. She had actually seemed glad to hear that Kristi would be moving back in, even if it didn't mean we were back together.

She really is pretty sweet, for such a horny little thing!

Stormy, that was wonderfully tied together. Every character was so real. No sex but wonderful writing. It really does make the difference. Thanks.