Adam's Journey

"Well, Sue and Rick were good enough to do a little shopping for me, and then bring over a couple things, knowing I was having you guys over for dinner..."

Kori interrupted "Ah, that explains the food in your refrigerator. I thought that looked like a little more trouble than you would go to on your own. Looks great though, should I bring it out and set up out here?"

"Sure. And stop interrupting if you want to hear this. Anyhow, I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard them downstairs, calling me, and I slipped into that white robe. You know, the one that Kristi always wears when we get together with y'all for breakfast?"

And I proceeded to tell them of the events of the evening thus far, leaving out nothing intentionally, although I'm sure I forgot a few details. By the time I had reached the end of my tale, including answering the few questions they each interrupted me with, we had finished eating and were just sitting at the table in the warm evening breeze, enjoying our drinks.

They had both been very intrigued by Rick's behavior, and had questioned me repeatedly about his reactions and about how far either Sue or I had pushed his limits. Ronnie was also interested in hearing more about Sue's oral skills, which I was still amazed by myself.

Kori took a different approach. "You know Adam, for a guy that's so broken up about his lover screwing another man, you sure seem to be doing pretty good for yourself in that regard."

"I know K, I've thought about that, but I'm not going looking for it you know. Besides, I wouldn't have gotten into this situation if Kristi and I weren't apart and everybody I know wasn't advising me to loosen up and try to enjoy things more."

I thought about the events of the past few days. I had had sex with more different women in a shorter time frame than ever before in my life, and all this after my world had just collapsed around me in flames. It was very odd how things were working out, but none of it - none of it! could make up for not having Kristi in my life.
Rain had been incredible, I would never forget her soft tenderness and vulnerability and the contrast of that to the animal she turned into during sex. I knew I would always have feelings for her, and worry about her, and would always wish her only the best. And of course there was Kristi and the taste when we were together of what we each stood to lose, and now Sue and her kinky husband.

Sue and Rick were different for me than any other sexual encounter I'd ever had though. With them it was just fun and games for me, a fun time with a really nice couple, and I had no deep emotional ties to it like the others in my past. I was in their lives to provide adventure, excitement, whatever; to them I was just part of living out their fantasies with a new friend, and for me it was just exciting, arousing, and a chance to color outside the lines for a change. And it felt damn good as well!

"I don't know what more to say Kori. Sue and Rick don't mean anything to me, it's just a mutual feel-good fest, a sex only kind of thing."

She replied "Yeah, and I could make the case that Kristi was doing the same thing. Oh Adam, don't you get it yet? It's just for fun, don't you see? Some people ski, or bike, or bowl, or hunt, or shop or whatever. Kristi likes to fuck."

I could only shake my head at that analogy. Bowling, for Pete's sake! Ron jumped in. "Yeah, and what a great hobby. I'll bet she's really good at it too, and you, with your big cock, you two should share the same hobby."

"Ronnie..."

"No, I mean it. Look at the deal with Sue and Rick, I'll never get an invitation like that. I guess having that big ol' schlong can really open some doors for you, huh?"

I was uncomforatble with this and tried to blow him off. "Well, I haven't trained it to do that, I prefer to use my hands."

I had caught Kori swallowing a mouthful of wine, and she choked as she tried not to laugh, causing wine to come out her nose.

Through her coughing and tears, and Ronnie's and my laughter, she got out "Ohhh, that burns so bad! Don't ever do that again, I hate when you do that!"

I passed her a napkin. She continued to sputter, her eyes still watering from the burn.

"So, anyhow, to make a long story short, I'm going to join them tomorrow night at their place with the intent of, uhh, consummating this deal, as you call it."

We all sat silently for several minutes, each with our own thoughts. There was something I still needed from Kori though.
"K, is Kristi ever going to take my calls?"

"She said she would, before you go back to work. When do you leave to head back?"

"Supposed to be four days from now, but I'm going back in three to make up some of the work lost when we had to shut down. Plus I'm only going to be there for 6 days before I leave to meet you guys at the lake, so..."

"I'll tell her. You should plan on calling her, what, maybe day after tomorrow?"

"I don't want to wait that long."

"Adam.."

"Really Kori. Will she see me?"

"She says no, not 'til after you get back."

"Did you try again to talk her into coming to Lake Powell with us?"

"Yup. No dice. She's booked herself for work, covering for one of her partners that will be out of town, so now she has commitments."

"Damn, K! I don't know guys, maybe I should still cancel."

They both jumped on me, Ronnie first. "No way buddy, you promised. No backing out of commitments. Bring a girl or something if you want, a week of drunken, mindless debauchery would be good for you, but be there either way."
Kori put her hand on my arm. "Yeah Adam, come on! It wouldn't be the same without you, you don't think I want to spend all that time just playing first mate to Captain Ron, do you?"

"Okay, okay, I'll come. Are you sure you still want to pick me up at Bullfrog? That's a pretty long chug up the lake, I could drive to Wahweap if you want me to." Bullfrog Marina was probably close to 100 miles up the lake from where they were renting the houseboat.

Ron spoke up again. "Sure, no problem. I like sailing the Titanic around the lake, and it cuts hours off your drive time."

He was right about that, although I wished he'd chosen a different ship's name, and the rental would obviously have no sails. To drive to Wahweap would be well over a hundred additional miles, and would take close to three hours.

We got off into talking about our plans until it was very late, then they helped me clean up and headed home, all of us with the pleasant buzz created by alcohol and good friends. I felt guilty, for the thousandth time, that Kristi was alone and missing this. I also wondered, for the thousandth time, if she was really alone.
I do remember Kori giving me another of her completely uninhibited hugs and a long, deep kiss, which is not a bad way to end an evening if you can't get laid.

I dreamed that night, inevitably, I suppose, of Kristi in a series of sexual encounters with another man. Or men. Or in one case, with a woman whose face I never saw, but whose body, in my dream, looked very much like Rain's. The only constant was Kristi, and her complete sexual abandon.
It was a long and restless night, and I awoke several times sweating and entirely aroused, cock aching for release. The part of the dream that almost did me in involved Kristi on a bed on her back, legs pulled way up and widespread over the shoulders of a large black man as he thrust himself deeply inside of her, again and again, thick black cock stretching her open and his huge balls smacking wetly against her as I heard her voice crying out in one powerful orgasm after another.

There was a second man, hazy and indistinct, off to one side watching them. The only thing clearly visible on him was the rigid erection he was sporting. I don't know anything about the symbolism of dreams, but I suspect that was supposed to be me. I awoke achingly hard and within seconds of an involuntary climax, shaking and with my heart pounding, gasping for air. I sat very still until I stopped shaking, then fell back onto my sweat soaked pillow.

It had all been very frantic and jumbled, huge swollen cocks and slick wet lips and pussies; and the sounds, moans and groans and screams and wet, sucking noises. And it all made no sense to me as I had never had any fantasies involving black men with white women, especially Kristi. The contrast though, in my dreams, of her pale skin and slender form to his heavily muscled, sweat-sheened dark body seemed extremely erotic at the time, and my dream girl had certainly seemed to enjoy his impossibly huge cock.

I gave up at about 6:30 and got up, walking into the bathroom with my stiff cock wagging in front of me. I splashed a little cold water in my face and drank a glassful as I waited for my dick to relax enough to piss, which I desperately needed to do. I then went downstairs and started a pot of coffee, and almost called Kristi before remembering what time it was.

Several times I had considered jerking off to relieve the tension and maybe get some sleep, and I thought about it again now, but knowing I was to go to Sue and Rick's later stopped me. I thought it might be good to have that sexual edginess and arousal later.

I finished my first cup of coffee as I wandered around the house aimlessly, noting again how empty it seemed, then decided to quit moping and changed into my swimsuit, grabbed a second cup of coffee, and waved Ralph over to accompany me over to Ron's pool for a morning swim. Ralph prefers to start his day with a nice quiet breakfast, but today we'd do it my way.

I set my stuff on the small table near the pool and dived in, swimming several laps and letting the exertion and focus of the task take over my mind. I was probably about ten minutes in when I neared my turn at the end and heard a voice.

"Adam?"

I stopped and stood up, chest deep. "Morning K. I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
She looked tousled and sleepy, her hair mussed up and eyes not fully open yet. She was in a short robe and looked very sexy, just out of bed and ready to go back.

"No, I had my clock set. I just got up to start some coffee and breakfast for Ronnie. Why are you up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep. Rough night, you know?" I made my way to the side of the pool and leaned in, crossing my arms and resting my chin on them, letting the water take the weight of my body.

Kori squatted down on her heels and stroked my wet hair, murmuring her sympathy.
"Oh Adam, you're killing yourself over this! You know you can make it all better, right? It doesn't need to be so hard."
We talked softly for a few minutes, the way she and I do, as she continued to touch my hair, and my cheeks, and the back of my neck with her soft fingers. We were just rehashing old ground.

Finally, I raised my eyes to look at her, and realized immediately that the position she was squatting in gave me a clear view between her calves of the backs of her thighs. And of her puffy pussy lips pushing out where her thighs met.
I averted my gaze, and called her attention to the situation.

"Uh, K, I don't know how to say this, but are you intentionally flashing me your sweet treats, or is that an accident?"

It took her a split second to get what I meant, then she laughed in embarassment and turned her body slightly. "Oh, god, I never gave it a thought! Adam, you're blushing!"

I would have pointed out that she was too, but then she turned back toward me and spread her knees apart.
"No, if I was doing it on purpose I would have been more like this."

I couldn't help it, and couldn't stop myself; I looked at her, those long, smooth thighs leading up to her sweet pussy, now clearly on display, lips slightly parted to reveal the soft, pink folds within, a neat triangle of hair over her mound, but the sides of her cleft bare and smooth.

I actually heard myself swallow, and I looked away, down at my hands.
"Jesus Kori!"

"Go ahead and look Adam, you know you want to. I like it when you look at me, it makes me all tingly!"

So I did, god help me, I looked long and hard at her sweet pussy, and felt myself immediately swell and harden. I couldn't look up at her face, I was too embarassed.

"Mmm, that's better. You looking at me is kind of turning me on. Do you want to touch me?"

Yes! Yes, I definitely wanted to touch her, to feel her heat and taste her sweet musk! "No, Kori, I'm not going to touch you. You're my best friend's wife, and my friend too. For god's sake Kori, please?"

She sighed and stood, moving to sit on the chair near where I'd left my stuff, no longer displaying herself to me.
"Oh well, don't say I didn't try. Are you at least horny from that?"

"Of course, what do you expect?"

She smiled. "Good. Want to show me?"

"No, I'm not going to show you! Jeez, Kori..."

"Well, I guess I'll go in and wake up my man with a little morning blowjob. Care to join us, I'll do you too?"

Damn woman! I snorted at her. "Yeah, sure. Fat chance of that!" It sure sounded good though.

"No, really, Ronnie won't mind."

"Right K. Forget it, I'm not buying that for a second. You just go on, and I'll slink on home in shame."

She laughed. "Adam, you're so funny! It's just a little pussy between friends, relax, would you? Although now it's a little wet and horny pussy!"

She got up to go in to Ron, leaving me with that delightful thought.

Then I remembered something.
"Oh wait. I meant to ask you last night and forgot, would you have any problem with Sue bringing the girls over sometimes during the day to use your pool?"

"Great Adam, I try to seduce you and you ask if the neighbors can use our pool - that's so sweet!"

I knew she was just busting my chops a little. "K, you could seduce me in a heartbeat, no challenge at all, if not for Ronnie. And Kristi, I guess."

"I know Adam, and I will someday, despite all that, you wait and see. And sure they can use our pool, anytime, as long as there is an adult here with them. It just sits here unused most of the time, someone may as well enjoy it. Maybe it will give us the chance to get to know them better."

"Yeah, you'd like them, they're real nice. Maybe a bit kinky."

She laughed. "Yeah, maybe just a bit. Do you think I could abuse him a little too? Maybe he'll bring out my repressed dominatrix tendencies."

I laughed at that image, sweet, sensitive Kori as a dom. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you could, he seems to get off on the sub role."

"Mmmm, fun thoughts! Well, gotta go, I know of a little dick that needs sucking! See ya later Adam, stay and swim if you want, and don't forget the other offer is still open."

"Bye Kori, and thanks for yet another interesting morning."

She was laughing at me as she went inside.

Damn Stormy, I am waiting to see this as a mini series on Showtime.
You have found your calling, great story and well done. Everyone is waiting for more.....

This must have been bubbling up inside for such a long time Stormy. You have such an eye for these characters, you must have lived with them for a while. This story is simply sublime. Thanks once more.

Love it Stormy. As always, thanks.

bigtom - Thanks, but it might be just a tad obscene for Showtime, I'd hate to cut out all the juicy parts. Maybe the Playboy channel? Glad you're enjoying it, I hope to post another segment tonight or tomorrow.

peak - Thanks again,and again you show your insight. Most of these characters are based on people I know or have known, or at least on their personality types. It's more fun that way. I almost started out trying to write this story from Kristi's perspective, but realized I would probably not be able to pull off a woman's physical and emotional reactions.

Tf2 - thanks again, and glad you're enjoying and sticking around!

Stormy

What a nice hot scene.

The idea of looking up between Kori's legs while she kneels at the edge of her pool is very enticing.

I also love Ralph.

GH

Stormy,

Well done, the story really keeps us on tenterhooks, and the prose is dammed good as well. keep up the good work.

GH - Thanks, I think Kori is pretty sexy, and very sexual, which is not the same thing! Ralph is most definitely patterned after my own dog, I figured only a Lab could work with Adam's laid-back personality.

oliverra - Thanks for the support, hearing from people that are following and enjoying the story is a big part of the fun of writing it, and your comments are appreciated. It would be fun to take a poll to discover in what parts of the world (or country) various readers are located. It still is astounding to me that anything posted on the web can be accessed world-wide in a matter of seconds - and we take that for granted. Incredible!

With the thought in mind that maybe staying in the cold water for a few more minutes would be a real good idea I went back to my interrupted swim, alternating between freestyle, breaststroke, butterfly and backstroke about every fourth or fifth turn. As my muscles burned through their meager stores of energy I slowed down and began working through a cool-down, and heard Ralph hit the water with a loud splash, having decided to join me now that the work was done.

I played with him for a while, letting him swat and bite at me as I swam around and under him, grabbing his tail and feet, then climbed out and started to towel off as he rolled in the grass.
I couldn't help thinking about Kori, on the other side of the very wall I was staring at, probably sucking Ronnie's cock. On her knees, crouched over Ron, her ass in the air and that glorious pussy open and wet, just waiting for someone (me!) to come up behind her and...

Damn! Last night's dreams, vivid and Dante'-esque, had left me in a fragile state, easily and instantly aroused, and Kori's erotic little mind game hadn't helped at all. I was hard and throbbing again, the front of my suit tented out over my erection. I was glad there was no one around except Ralph, and he didn't care. He already knew I was a horny bastard.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and grabbed my coffee cup, flinging the cold dregs out on the lawn. I knew my pot would have shut itself off by now, although I could always heat up a cup in the microwave. I decided to borrow a fresh cup from Kori instead, knowing she wouldn't mind, and snuck quietly through their back door and into the kitchen.

Pouring a cup from their full pot, I realized I could hear Kori down the hall in their bedroom, clearly in the throes of orgasm, crying out and moaning her pleasure. It was obviously Ronnie's turn to return the favor she had come in to bestow on him, and I froze, blood pounding in my temples and cock throbbing painfully as I listened to her.
Suddenly realizing what I was doing, and what a horrible invasion of their privacy this was, I hurried out of their house and across to my own, Ralph at my heels. Part of the problem was that I knew I could so perfectly picture Kori's pussy, thanks to her earlier display, that it wasn't just my imagination drawing the image in my mind.
I had debated about imposing myself on them for breakfast, but there was no way now! If Kori even started one of her teases I knew I would cum in my pants. While Kori would probably love that, Ron would laugh his ass off, and I wasn't ready for the humiliation.

I puttered around for a little while, waiting for my hormones to settle down and my arousal to subside, which it eventually did. I tried to call Kristi then, without success. I would try her several more times that day, on her cell, at John and Wendy's home number, and at her work number, always with the same frustrating result. I cursed caller ID, knowing she was intentionally ignoring me.

I wondered absently if this was some kind of a game to her, laughing, watching my desperation as I called again and again and she denied herself to me. I could see how she could play this game with sex very easily, and I didn't like the thought. It angered me slightly, and I found it very frustrating that I was unable to make this happen how and when I wanted it to.
I knew though that if she would just answer the phone I would instantly forgive her in gratitude for her speaking to me, and suspected that I would be just as enslaved in a similar sexual game. Damn, either she was really good, or I was letting my imagination run wild!

The day passed, and I did a few chores, watched a little TV, and just generally passed the time. I found myself very much looking forward to this evening with Sue and Rick, and that surprised me. I had kind of let myself be led into this situation despite my discomfort with it, and hadn't expected to find myself relishing the thought of fucking a man's wife while he watched helplessly.

Sue was pretty sexy though, and I wanted to see and feel her sucking my cock again. That had been intense! Too, it was balm for my wounds, I think, to have this situation where I knew I was the one in control, where others needed and wanted me to provide something in their lives. It made up to some degree for my other situation, in which I found myself pretty much helpless and with no good resolution in sight.

It was mid-afternoon, and thinking these thoughts I headed in to shower and get cleaned up I came to a solid decision. If Rick really wanted to see his wife get well and soundly fucked, to watch and hear her get off on a cock considerably longer and thicker than his own, well, then, I'd just do that! I'd fuck the hell out of her and leave her whimpering and oozing cum from every orifice! Why, when I was done with her his little penis would rattle around in her pussy like a BB in a coffee can!

Laughing at my own ridiculous analogy and false bravado as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, I wondered how the evening would really go. I really was looking forward to pushing him around a little, although I knew I couldn't be truly cruel to him. I was very horny, hard again and hoping they wouldn't back out. And that I wouldn't.

As I hung up my towel I noticed the small plastic bag with the two Cialis tablets laying on the edge of my sink. I picked it up and looked at it, then at my stiff cock standing out long and throbbing in front of me. It would probably be a bad idea to throw fuel on the fire, but I decided what the hell and swallowed one, washing it down with a glass of cold water. I sure hoped nobody got cold feet now, or I could have a long tough night and new calluses on my hands in the morning!

Hi Stormy,

I live in the Alps in South Eastern France, although I am Scottish by birth,
you I take it live in the US of A.

Hi oliverra - I do, in the Southeastern US at the present time, although I've bounced around some. My ancestry is 1/2 Scottish, dating back to about the turn of the century. The previous that is, not the recent one.
I guess we have that and the southeastern part in common, huh?

Stormy

That was certainly a hot little segment.

Nice work!

GH

Thanks GH, it's not necessarily what I was planning when I started that chapter, but that's where the story went! You know how it goes. Glad you enjoyed it.

It was about two or three months after Kristi and I had started dating and we were getting ready to go out to have dinner and then maybe go dancing, or to a movie, I don't recall. I was getting dressed and had walked out of my closet wearing these same pants, still shirtless and barefoot.
I rarely ever wore those pants, even back then. They are extremely comfortable, but about worn out, faded and thin. That's always the way, just when jeans get good they wear out.

Kristi had been standing at her vanity wearing only her tiny red silk panties, her back to me, putting on makeup (an enormous waste of time and money, in my opinion, she doesn't need it) and had glanced at me in her mirror. She had stopped and turned around, her little mascara brush still in hand, and had leaned back against her sink and looked at me.

"So Adam, what is it you're advertising for?"

"Huh?"

"Are you thinking maybe a threesome would be fun tonight, or are you looking for a little chicky for your spare time? Or are you just trying to trigger a few fantasies for all the old married ladies and little teenaged waitresses? Maybe a few of the men too, now that I think about it."

I had no idea what she was talking about, and had told her so. "Babe, I have no clue what you're talking about."

She laughed at me "Oh come on Adam, you expect me to believe that? You come out in your package pants and act all innocent. You haven't worn those since the night we were introduced. You caught me by wearing those, isn't that enough for you?"

I had gotten a little distracted looking at her breasts, nipples rosy and erect, and at the way the thin fabric of her panties stretched across her sweet little protruding mound, with just the slightest little indentation at the center, at the front of her cleft. "Kristi, what the heck..."

"Come on Adam you remember."

I remembered a lot of things about the night we'd first met, but what I had been wearing was not in my file. I remembered exactly what she had been wearing however. "Uh, sorry babe, I really don't..."

"Quit staring at my tits and pay attention! I mean come on, look at the way those fit you!"

I looked. "Yeah, I know, they're a little tight in the ass and thighs, but they loosen up some after I've had 'em on for awhile. So?"

"No, not that." She came across and grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of the mirror. "Look. What do you see?"

"I see I need to start doing a few more crunches." I rubbed my hand over my belly, which seemed to be losing a little muscle tone.

"No stupid, not that. I'm talking about this." (I love it when women call me stupid. Both Kristi and Izzy do that, and even Kori sometimes. I guess it must be some sort of loving, affectionate little nickname or something.)

Still holding my arm, she used the fingers of her other hand to trace over the bulges at my crotch, narrrating as she went "What do we have here, let's see - oh look, one great big right testicle right here, and what's this bump - oh, it's just a big old matching nut on the left side, what a surprise. Unless you're smuggling in lemons for the bartender that is!"

Her fingers felt really good, but she was being silly. "Kristi, come on..."

"I'm not done! And what's this here, it looks like you're bringing a Maglite stuffed down your pants, in case of emergency - no, wait, it's just your cock, gosh, that'll be useless if the lights go out!"

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Well, I wouldn't say that exactly." She had laughed at that, despite trying to act so outraged.

"No Adam, really, these pants leave nothing to the imagination. You might as well just hang everything out and walk around with it all flopping back and forth. And look, now you're getting a hard-on, that's not at all obvious! Adam, that's just obscene, you can't wear those to a family restaurant!"

She was right, I was hard from her touching and from all the attention being focused on my crotch. But still... "Baby, you're exaggerating, they're just blue jeans. Levis. They're not - what did you call 'em?"

"Package pants, Adam. Thin little snug wrappers to display your package. Every guy has at least one pair, right?"

I didn't know anything about that. I wasn't even aware I had a pair until that moment.

As I got dressed for my evening with Sue and Rick I was smiling, remembering that the family restaurant concern had ultimately been a moot point.
With all her touching and talking about my package, I had wound up so horny that I had yanked her little panties off her, shoved my "package pants" down to my knees and taken her hard from behind, bent over her sink. When I had discovered how wet she was, and saw how fast she came, I realized that the whole thing - all her feigned outrage and embarassment - had been designed to accomplish exactly this.

She had been trying to turn me on to the point I'd just grab her and fuck her silly, and she'd succeeded. She always did, I'm sure I wasn't much of a challenge in that regard. That's OK, I always enjoyed it, and she certainly seemed to.

We had ultimately skipped dinner and just grabbed fast food burgers at the drive-thru on the way to the concert - that's what it was, a concert, Toby Keith and Rascal Flats, I remember now! Kristi had - still has - a thing for Toby. I had worn the pants, and been conscious of getting looked at like never before thanks to her pointing out the "package display factor". It was probably just my imagination, but her rubbing against me as we danced at our seats and in the aisle through the concert, plus the looks, had led to a pretty memorable night of lovemaking.

Now, thinking back about all that, I found that I would be unable to close my "package pants". I had an enormous hard-on. An almost frighteningly hard, swollen, throbbing hard-on, which was standing several degrees above my usual erect angle and making a credible attempt to poke me in the navel.
I wondered again if maybe the Cialis had been a bad idea - it obviously was working on me, I had also noticed that my sinuses seemed to be a little swollen and stuffy, but right now I was actually a little worried about how hard I was, and how it didn't seem to be fading in the least. Visions of a horribly embarassing trip to the emergency room four hours from now danced in my head, thanks to all the damn commercials and their warnings.

I went about getting ready, ignoring the Unicorn effect in front of me, and by the time I got shirt, socks and shoes on it had softened enough to push down against my right thigh, pull my pants over, and zip up. Looking in the mirror I saw that Kristi had been totally right about these pants.

I went downstairs and grabbed a bottle of a good Merlot that I had a couple of, not terribly expensive, but dependably delicious. I'm not a snob about what wine goes with what food, always having been of the opinion that if you're paying for it you can damn well eat and drink whatever the hell you like, but still, I was a little put off by the salmon and Merlot or Syrah combo that Rick had suggested. And tonight I was supposed to be the boss, right?

I doubled back and grabbed a bottle of a 2005 Pinot Noir that I had picked up a case of when Kristi and I had taken a 4-day trip to tour some wineries in Sonoma and the Russian River Valley last fall. I had thought the case was a steal at less than $400, and this would leave me still with 4 bottles. It seemed to be getting better every time I opened one, and I thought it would work well with salmon. Depending on how he was preparing it.

I put the Merlot back and grabbed instead a Pinot Gris out of my cooler, from a northern Oregon winery, a wine that I had liked at a tasting but had yet to crack a bottle of. Like a Boy Scout, be prepared. I don't have a big collection like Ronnie, maybe 180 to 200 bottles at any given time, but it is nice to have around.

I walked across to Sue and Rick's, carrying the wine. Everyone in the neighborhood must think we're a bunch of alcoholics. I was very aware that my cock was still semi-hard, and being aware of it wasn't helping matters.

Rick met me at the door, before I even knocked. Apparently they had been watching for me. I stepped inside amid greetings, and found Sue standing halfway across the room, looking at me.

I was more than a little shocked and surprised at her appearance, and I almost - almost - laughed out loud. Here was Sue, the sweet little suburban housewife and mom, who would look at home at any soccer game or PTA meeting, done up in full slut mode.
Tight, thin red sweater unbuttoned to show maximum cleavage, her big creamy breasts bulging over the top, huge nipples jutting plainly through the fabric below, and a tight little short black skirt that barely covered her assets. Also, black thigh high hose that I could see the tops of and tall hooker heels, coupled with very obvious makeup and gaudy jewelry to make her look slutty and sexy.
Two things stopped me from laughing out loud. The first was the look on her face, proud and hopeful, yet hesitant, waiting for my approval and admiration. Had I laughed it would have destroyed her, and I was so thankful that I had not.
The second was that it alll worked! She looked damn sexy and eminently fuckable, like a woman just begging to be thrown down and ravished by anyone and everyone. She most assuredly didn't look like a meek little housewife and mother, or anyone's wife for that matter.

I knew I was staring, and cleared my throat. "Wow! Goddamn! Who the hell are you, and what have you done with Sue?"

She laughed and spun around. "You like it? It was really Rick's idea, I hoped you'd like it. I wasn't so sure, I thought I looked kind of trashy."

"Sue, trashy is every man's fantasy, whether he admits it or not. You look sexy as hell - good trashy! That dinner smells really good there Rick, but we may not have time for it, if you know what I mean."

He laughed. "Yeah, my wife is a pretty hot babe, isn't she? Do you think you will want to do her tonight Adam?"

I looked at him, he was smiling and happy as well. Odd, I thought, considering what was on tap for the evening.

I slapped him on the shoulder. "Rick, my friend, the question isn't whether or not, it's how many times!"

Please continue this awsome story....
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Thanks ncal, and here goes...

I held out my right hand in which I was holding the two bottles of wine by their necks, and Rick took them, one in each hand, and turned to take them to the kitchen.

Sue came over and gave me a hug, and a quick kiss which she seemed to be a little hesitant and self conscious about. As she started to pull away I took her face in my hands and kissed her properly, long and deep, our lips crushed together and tongues tangling. I think when we broke from that we were both ready to get started, then and there, and we found that Rick had stopped and was watching us intently.

Sue breathed "Ohhh, wow! Uhh, come on in Adam, have a seat. Can Rick get you something to drink? We have about anything, or Rick can mix up something if you like, or we just opened a bottle of Chardonnay. Or he could open one of those if you prefer."

"Make it a little of that Chardonnay Rick, that sounds good. We'll save those for later unless one of you wants some now."

Rick looked at the bottles as his wife leaned against my side, putting her arm around my waist. I put my arm over her shoulder, letting my hand fall where my fingertips were just brushing the upper mound of her right breast. I felt softness and warmth, and knew that if I slid my fingers down just a little, just under the edge of her thin sweater, I would find her nipple hard and begging to be sucked.
She, in turn, reached across with her right hand and began to run her fingers over the bulge in the front of my jeans. This did two things. It of course felt great and started my physical reaction, but it also caused her breast to push up even further out of her top because of the pressure of her arm across under it.

Rick, reading the bottle, said "2005 Pinot Noir California. I'm not real familiar with Pinot Noirs. Russian River, where's tha..."
His voice faltered as he glanced up and saw us, his eyes going from my hand to hers, watching our fingers play over each other's bodies. As he stared I let my fingers continue down and find her nipple, pushing her sweater below it so that I could have better access. And, of course, so that he could see me gently pinch and tug on her enormous aroused tip, rubbery and firm in my fingers. She has great nipples.

I played it cool, willing my voice not to shake. "It's in Northern California, north of Santa Rosa. If you ever go there stay in Healdsburg, they have this great classic old hotel, small but really nicely remodelled. Very romantic."

As though I wasn't fondling his wife and she wasn't touching my cock as I suggested a romantic place for him to take her. It didn't matter, he wasn't hearing a word I said. The only two senses he had time for were sight, as he watched us play with each other, and the feeling of his cock hardening in his pants.

Sue broke his trance, fingers still exploring me as she said "Ricky, you're being rude standing there and staring. Go put those up and get Adam a glass of wine. We'll be in the living room."
He reluctantly turned away, continuing to the kitchen as Sue led me into their living room. It was a beautiful room, warm and inviting, with the kind of big, overstuffed comfortable furniture that I prefer myself. We sat on a tan leather loveseat, Sue huddling tight against my side.

I let my legs fall apart, and she cupped her hand betwen them, pressing against my balls, then letting her fingers walk down the thick bulge trapped against my right thigh. I was hard and getting harder, and the downward-pointing position of my cock was almost uncomfortable. The thin denim left almost nothing to the imagination, and she traced the ridge of my cockhead with her fingertip.

"Did you take the pill I gave you?"

"Yeah, I sure did."

"Is it working?"

"Can't you tell?"

She laughed "Well, you never know, you seem to get hard pretty easy anyhow."

"Sue, before I came over here, just thinking about you, I got so hard I thought it might shatter."

She laughed again, obviously pleased with the thought that I was so turned on thinking about her. "Well, you poor baby, I'm sure we can do something to remedy that situation. We sure don't want that beautiful cock to shatter."

Rick walked back in carrying my glass of wine as she said this, and he almost stumbled as he saw us still touching each other. Sue didn't stop fondling my hard cock, and let him watch as her fingers ran across and around the outline of my cock against the fabric. His hand shook visibly as he handed me my wine, and he almost sloshed it on us.

Sue admonished him "Careful Ricky, if you spill wine in Adam's lap I will make you lick it off."

I shuddered a little inwardly at that thought, although I was almost at that level of arousal that you reach where about anything goes. If Sue kept touching me this way I'd probably shove my cock in Rick's mouth myself, just to get the relief.

I unbuttoned Sue's sweater two more buttons, which pretty much had her big breasts spilling out. I pushed her sweater down and lifted her breasts up, freeing them so that they now were fully exposed, the sweater still buttoned and bunched below and pushing them up and together.

Sue's large nipples were puckered and erect, dark and inviting. I lowered my head and took one of her glorious nipples in my mouth, sucking hard and insistently at it while my tongue flicked across the tip. I heard her and Rick both moan at the same time, and I couldn't help it, I stopped sucking and laughed out loud!

"Dude! What are you moaning about, I'm not sucking your tit!" Sue also laughed, while Rick blushed bright red.

"Adam, I think my little cuckold husband is having sympathy arousal - you know, like the sympathy pains a husband gets when his wife is in labor? Ricky, when Adam makes me cum, are you going to cum too?"

Rick, still blushing, said "I don't know. Maybe. You two just look so hot together. Baby, you look so beautiful tonight."

Don't stop now Stormy, this is the part that we've all been anticipating. Great job, thanks.

Tf2 - thanks, I hope it lives up to your expectations!


I'm not sure I would describe Sue as beautiful, certainly not in the sleek and sensuous way that Kristi is, to me a perfect whole which, even when broken down feature by feature, would be difficult to find fault with. Also not in the way that Kori is, with her quick laugh and soft and gentle nature, but incredibly female figure and almost shockingly overt sexuality; nor Rain, with her petite, fine-boned elegance, perfect curves, and flashing blue eyes below her dark, shining hair.

I thought of Sue more as pretty, or maybe cute is a better word, at least in her normal mode. Tonight I think hot, or maybe sexy or exciting would still be a more appropriate description than beautiful, but I realized what Rick was saying came from his heart, and that he absolutely meant every word. I realized that Sue is to Rick what Kristi is to me, plus the mother of his children, and now I really felt guilty for being there.

Or at least I did until Sue said "Why thanks honey, but you tramped me up this way to make me look more fuckable to Adam, not so I'd look pretty to you, right?"
And Rick agreed!

"Isn't she gorgeous Adam? I'm so lucky to have such a sexy wife, I hope you like her."

I was thinking 'Yeah, you're so lucky your wife is about to get laid by some other guy. That's lucky all right ' , but what I said was "Your Suzy is one hot babe Rick, she's definitely working for me. Thanks, by the way, in case I forget to say it later."

He smiled, and kind of muttered "Your welcome", but his eyes were on his wife's hand, in my lap and stroking my cock and balls through my pants. I glanced down and saw the flash of the diamonds on her wedding ring as she fondled me, which I thought was a particularly nice touch.

Sue saw where he was looking and said "Ricky, don't you wish you looked this good in a pair of tight pants? But the ladies would probably just laugh at your tiny little bumps, if they noticed them at all. I bet nobody laughs at your package, do they Adam?"

I cringed a little for him, but could see he was loving the verbal abuse and decided to pile on, just a little. "Well, I used to be the butt of a lot of jokes about it in high school (which was true, by the way), but I figured out pretty fast it always came from the guys with the tiny little dicks. They were just jealous."

Rick looked up at me. "Really?"

"Yeah, but if they teased me too much I just fucked their girlfriends. The girls never laughed at me, but they did at their boyfriend's little bitty penises from that point on. You know how that goes after the woman has tried a really big cock, right?"

That part was not true, but I could see Rick turning it over in his head, so it had worked as planned. He mulled it for a few seconds, then said "Wow, that must have been fun!"

Sue laughed. "For who, dear?"

He smiled. "Well, I think for everyone involved."

I had to laugh at his honest answer. "Nah, it usually pissed the guys off, but at least their ladies got to try a big cock on for size, and that's always a good thing, right Sue?"

She agreed, as I marvelled inwardly at my own chutzpah. The truth was that other than Izzy I had been almost painfully shy around girls in high school, beginning to cope better only in my senior year. There had been the few bold and slutty girls that had hit on me or just asked to see my cock after they got wind of my unusual size through the grapevine, or had maybe figured out why the guys called me mule, but those encounters had been rare and usually ended embarrasingly quickly as I came in their hand or on their boobs with very little effort on their part. Still, it seemed they told their friends about the experience, and it led to more. I did better later, and in college.

I was absent-mindedly stroking and pinching Sue's nipples as we talked, and they were staying hard and huge. I let my fingers just bump across them, tweaking her nubs, and she shrugged her shoulders and shook her tits a little, making a soft "Ohhhh!" sound.

"God that feels good Adam, you're driving me crazy! Ricky, are we gonna eat soon, or are me and Adam just gonna fuck, because one or the other better happen really soon!"

Rick jumped up. "Oh! Yeah, I forgot all about it! Everything should be done, you two go the the table and I'll get dinner brought out."

Out of habit, I asked "Anything I can do to help you with that?"

Sue quickly jumped me "No Adam, that's his job, just come sit with me while he does his work."

We walked into their dining room, Sue with her big breasts still exposed and me trying not to limp with my almost painfully hard cock trapped in the wrong position, while Rick headed to the kitchen. He had the table set with one setting on each side and one at the head of the table, and Sue quickly said "Here Adam, help me change this."

She moved the place setting from the head of the table so that two were on one side facing the other, and I brought the chair around from the end, realizing her plan. We sat down side by side, very close together, and continued to play. I bent forward and suckled her nipples while her hand busied itself in my lap, and I heard rather than saw Rick walk into the room and stop dead.

I heard him whisper "Oh wow!", and raised my head to look at him. He was holding the bottle of Pinot Noir I'd brought, now opened, along with three wine glasses and staring at us. Or rather at his wife's saliva slickened nipples.

"Your wife has the most incredible nipples Rick, so big and hard. I bet if I look up 'suckable' in the dictionary there's a picture of Sue's tits."

They both laughed at that old corny line; apparently it was new to them.

Sue said "You're just spoiled Adam, you date all the young beauties so you're not used to working boobs. My nippys took a pretty good beating nursing those two girls, they've never been the same."

It didn't seem like the time to tell them all about Izzy, and the fact that I'd sucked nipples that had nursed three boys. Which, being boys, I assumed they had gone after the tit even more enthusiastically than her girls had. Why, I had even nursed at Izzy's breast myself a couple times when we had gotten together while she was still in nursing/lactating mode, one more experience she had shared with me, and one I remembered with great fondness.

But now was not the time, with Sue unzipping my pants and sliding her hand inside as I moved my hand up her thigh to touch her moist panties, and Rick continued to put the food and drink on the table.

Hello Stormy,

I just caught up, have been down in the south of France for a few days, playing some golf. I love the way this is developing keep it going

Thanks oliverra, getting the feedback from time to time is part of the fun of writing the story, and helps make the time investment worthwhile. Hope you had a great time in France and the weather cooperated. It's been cold and rainy here, not golf-friendly at all!

I poured wine into each of our glasses as Rick finished bringing in the meal he had prepared, enjoying the deep burgundy color of the Pinot Noir as it climbed the glass. I savored the bouquet and took a small sip to be sure the bottle was good. It was, as expected, excellent.

Rick had gone all out, preparing a nice salad and some sort of garlic and cheese flavored potatoes, steamed vegetables, flaky dinner rolls, and the delicious looking salmon fillets. He had lightly seared the salmon, then baked it with herbs and spices. I could smell a little onion, and a touch of rosemary and something I couldn't identify, but it looked and smelled spectacular and I told him so.

"Rick, I'm impressed. You really did all this yourself?"

Sue assured me that he had, shrugging her breasts back into her sweater as she prepared to eat dinner. "Rick is a great cook Adam, but I still do most of the routine, everyday cooking. He can't do anything but a huge masterpiece, so it would be too much of a production for him to do this all the time. He puts me to shame on the gourmet end of things though."

I was a little disappointed that she had covered herself, but I could see why she would. Still, with her top unbuttoned as it was and her nipples pushing against the soft knit it left little to the imagination. I noticed she had made no effort to re-zip me, and I left it alone.

"It's a good thing I didn't know I had a gourmet cook across the street, I'd have been over here a couple times a week for dinner. Kristi is a decent cook, and I can grill about anything, but this goes beyond. Thanks Rick, this looks great."

He smiled, obviously enjoying the praise. "No problem Adam. You should come and bring Kristi some time, I'd be happy to whip up something. I love cooking, but Suzy's right, it is a big mess."

"Thanks Rick, that's nice of you, but..."

Sue cut me off. "Honey, Adam and Kristi have split up. I meant to tell you."

He looked at me, chagrined. "Oh. Sorry. Jeez Adam, why? She's such a pretty girl, and she always seemed so sweet."

"It's a long story Rick, and I'd rather not put a damper on the evening. We're still talking to each other. Sort of."

We were eating as we talked, and the food was every bit as fabulous as it had looked. The Pinot turned out to be an excellent compliment to the meal Rick had prepared, and they each commented on it. I made a mental note to do the generous thing and pass a bottle of my remaining stock on to them. Trading a couple bottles of wine for this meal and the coming encounter with his wife seemed a pretty good bargain for me.

I was ravenously hungry, a phenomenon I've noticed when I either am aroused and looking forward to an evening of hot sex, or when coming off a comparable evening. For me it seems one appetite triggers the other, and the heightened senses and awareness make everything look, smell, taste and feel better. Weird, I know, but true.

During the meal Sue continued to have wandering hands, her left periodically reaching under the table and touching me, either stealing inside my pants to feel as much of me as she could access, or tracing my sex on the outside of my pants. She kept me very aroused through the meal, the Cialis undoubtedly contributing to my rock hard state.

To let no good deed go unpunished, I did the same to her, touching her aroused pussy through her silky panties and slipping a finger under the elastic and into her slick heat to touch her hard clit. She was very engorged, and extremely wet.

We continued to carry on a conversation as we did this, but I noticed that Rick's eyes always followed our movements. He knew that his wife was touching me as we ate the meal he had prepared, and he probably knew very well the aroused condition of his wife's body, and that I was exploring and exploiting it.

We had finished the wine, and were finishing up the meal, when I noticed that Sue had stopped eating and was just sitting, holding her fork, and breathing heavily. I was slowly stroking her fat clit at the time, and I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers slightly. Within a matter of seconds she moaned, then put her head back and closed her eyes.

Suddenly her hips bucked involuntarily as she thrust against my hand, and she groaned "Ohhh god, oh my god!" as her orgasm rocked her body.

Rick was sitting speechless, mouth slightly open and eyes staring as he watched his wife cum.
When Sue had recovered slightly she said "Whew! That was nice, a great meal, some wine, and an orgasm for dessert. I'd like another helping of that dessert please!"

Rick finally found his voice, stammering slightly as he began to speak. "I - I did fix something for dessert, it's got cherries and chocolate, plus whipped cream..."
His voice trailed off as he looked at us, understanding that we were no longer thinking of food.

I winked at him. "Maybe later Rick. I've got something else in mind that I'd like for dessert right now, and I bet it's tastier than anything you could fix."

I stood and held out my hand to Sue. I saw Rick look at my pants, unzipped and bulging, and I noticed I had about a half-dollar sized wet spot well down my thigh where I had been leaking pre-cum. I didn't care.

Sue took my hand and I pulled her to her feet. She kissed me, long and deep, then turned to Rick.
"We'll be in the living room honey. Why don't you get all this cleaned up and put away and clean up the kitchen and then come join us. Don't take too long, you don't want to miss too much!"

We both laughed at the look on his face. She put her arm around me and gripped my ass as we walked away, and I did the same, sliding my hand under her short skirt to cup her soft, warm bottom.

I'm sure Rick enjoyed that view as we rounded the corner into the living room and out of his sight.

Hey Storm

Keep Going. Cannot wait to see what Adam and Sue do. I am reall look forward to getting back to the h ouseboat. TO behonest cannot wiat to see Adam and Kristi getting married and loving each oterh in this new way

Sorry I have been out so long had to catch up. WE lost power about two weeks ago due to winter sotrms for 7 days. I t has taken a little bit of time get back to normal, heat, lights etc!

Keep writing and I will keep reading

Meijer

Thanks Meijer, I thought of you when I heard about the ice storms, glad you came through OK. That mess passed well north of us.

I know, I need to get back to the houseboat, but there was just so much going on I had to tell you about! lol I'm still not sure what's going to happen to Adam and Kristi. We'll see.
Thanks for your support!

Stormydog

I'm not sure if I should call you Stormy or Mr. Dog. I kind of like Mr. Dog.

I just want you to know that my husband Matt and I are both enjoying your story.

Thank you,

Jenn

Thanks Jenn, I appreciate the comment, and the Mr. Dog idea is novel. I think I'm supposed to say that you can call me Storm, but Matt should call me Mr. Dog!
Seriously though, I didn't know if the story would have any appeal to the ladies. I had hoped it would, so thanks!
Take care!

Sue led me to the same soft leather loveseat we had occupied earlier and we sat down, her hands going immediately to my belt buckle. I stopped her, grabbing her hands in one of mine, and used the other to tilt her face up to kiss her. As we broke, I said "Uh-uh, nope. You've been driving me crazy all evening with all your touching, it's my turn now."

I pushed her back onto the cool leather and leaned over her, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her red sweater. I kissed my way down her neck and roughly freed her left breast, taking her hard nipple into my mouth and giving it a good, hard sucking. I then grasped her nipple between my front teeth, none too gently, and tugged, slowly stretching it out.
As I did this I was gently working my left hand up between her thighs, gradually getting closer and closer to the promised land as I tickled her sensitive flesh.

Sue gasped and moaned, then wiggled as she let out a small cry. I paused and looked at her.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. Well, yes, maybe just a little. Now stop talking and hurt me some more!"

I began to nuzzle and suck at her breasts again as my fingers found their mark and started to slowly stroke the warm, moist satin of her panties. I gradually became conscious of a lot of banging and crashing coming from the kitchen, and the sound of running water and dishes being clanked together. I again raised my head, and looked at Sue, raising one eyebrow.

She laughed and shook her head. "Unbelievable! He's usually so careful with his dishes, but he's trying so hard to hurry. It must be driving him absolutely crazy that he's not in here seeing this!"

She laughed again, a little wickedly I thought. "You're a mean mistress Lady Sue. Glad you're not after me!"

"Who says I'm not? Now, where were you..."

I returned to sucking her great nipples, and let my fingers slip under the edge of her panties and into her slick and steaming pussy. I could smell her sweet, soft musk, so incredibly feminine and enticing. I marvelled at how something as simple as the musky smell of an aroused pussy could drive a man mad and send him chasing after it, erect cock wagging in front of him like some fleshy divining rod seeking that certain moisture.

We really are slaves to our desires more aften than not. Right now, more than anything, I desired to taste her pussy and stroke her big clit with my tongue.

I pushed myself up and slid both hands up the outside of her thighs to her hips, and under the skinny elastic waistband of her panties. I roughly tugged them down, my arousal spurring me on, and tossed them on the coffee table. I vaguely noticed they were bright red, matching her shoes and sweater. Her short skirt and her stockings were black, so she (or, more accurately, Rick) had decided those two colors denoted wickedness and desire. Obviously, they had been right.

I grasped both of her legs, just above the ankles, and pushed them up and apart, forcing her short skirt up and taking my first look at her swollen and aroused pussy. Her clit was jutting out proudly and gloriously from under its glistening little hood and the soft, sparse strawberry blonde hairs at the edges of her pink cleft were visibly wet and matted to her feverishly hot flesh.

I leaned forward into the V of her widespread legs, still holding her ankles, and kissed my way up her right thigh, almost to her pussy. She was moaning as I got closer and closer, and she bucked her hips, trying to thrust her needy pussy to my waiting lips as I skipped over it with just the lightest touch, moving my lips to her other thigh.

"Ohh, god! Don't tease me!"

"Mmmm. Why not, you deserve it?" I kissed my way down her other thigh, then back up again, again waiting 'til the last second to skip lightly over her pussy, back to her other thigh. I could see her juices pooling and running out of her with her arousal, and her scent was an intoxicating cloud.

"Oh god, Adam! Please!"

That was the magic word, and I dove into her slick sex, thrusting my tongue into her and then sucking at her clit, flicking it back and forth with my tongue stiffened to a point and then lapping at her with my tongue flattened and rough. She was moaing and crying out unintelligible sounds as she bucked and thrust herself into my face.

I could tell by her sounds and the feel of her body that she was rushing to her orgasm, and just seconds before I judged her to be there I stopped, again focusing on kissing and caressing her thighs.

"OH GOD! Oh, god, why did you stop? Ohhh!" She shivered, her arousal torturing her.

"You were rushing Sue. There's no need to rush, we have all night."

"OH, Adam, please? Please please please!"

So I went back to her, again working my lips and tongue over all of her most tender, hot, screaming, tortured body parts until she was at the fever pitch, about to cum, almost there, starting to cum...
And again I stopped, moving my sex-slickened lips to her thighs and nuzzling her.

OHHH! You bastard, you fucking bastard! Now what?"

I laughed at her, this sweet little mommy using such language! "Well, I don't think its very fair that Rick should miss this, do you? I mean, he is your husband."

She stared at me for a second, then screamed "Rick! Rick, get in here right now!!"

Stormy, you carry on a tease better than all the team you have assembled in your story. We're all biting the mattress here. Great writing.

I kind of like the name Storm Dogg, fo'shizzle.

Love the story, this encounter between Adam, Sue and Rick is just excellent. Thanks again for all your efforts.

Seems like Adam is going to have a lot to talk to Kristi about when they finally get together. I wonder how Kristi will react when she finds out that he has fathered two children.