Cuckold Story . . . Unwrapping Laura

I've asked, begged even, to no avail. "I could never do anything like that. It ***s everything I believe
about marriage and love and everything. Stop asking!"

No interest in experimenting - no interest in threesomes, swapping, or anything other than one on one,
and even that was pretty straightforward intercourse. Oh, once in a while she'd mount me. Once in a
while her legs would part for my mouth, rather than just for my fingers and prick.

Oh well. I was happily married, and really didn't need to squeeze the last bit of eroticism out of my
marriage to be a complete man. A good wife, good friends - that's being adult, and it was OK with me.
Laura was a wonderful wife. She was from a small town in backwater Alabama, as southern as could
be. As smart as could be, too - scholarships to good schools got her out of Alabama. I met her in
college, and courted her, and married her. She was still southern, though, full of grace and friendliness.
The good things you've read and heard of southern women are, in Laura's case, all true.

Although I knew I shouldn't, in the heat of passion, I couldn't help asking, again, "aren't you curious
about what it would be like to have sex with someone else again. . ." only to hear her say, again, ". . ..no.
.. .this is enough for me. . ."

Last November we were in the middle of sex, and again, my mind took me to places she didn't want to go.

I looked at her hair on the pillow, framing her head.

At her face, with her eyes closed.

At her body, alight with the glow of perspiration, and her mouth a little open, all attesting to her arousal.

Her neck.

Her breasts, moving in response to my moving in her.

Her belly.

Lower, at her hands on my hips, guiding me.

At me, my shaft, my rod, wet, exposing itself, then burying itself in her, again and again.

I saw how she looked under me and how it would look if she was in the same position, pressed into the
bed, with a different body pushing on her, into her, instead of mine.

I had been supporting myself with my arms beside her head.

I reached down with one arm, and took her wrist, and moved her hand to above her head, and held it
there, tightly.

She responded! Her own motions against me became stronger, and she moved her other arm above her
head. I took that wrist, too, and held her there, even more helpless, and felt myself grow bigger, and felt
her move even more against me, excited, almost panting.

Her legs had been bent at the knees, providing a cradle for my body. They went straight now, stretching
out on the bed, open, extended wide - she was helpless!

And much more turned on than anytime lately!

Me too.

Afterwards, as we lay there, she muttered "That was spectacular. You're terrific."

"You too." I returned the complement. And, she was!

The next night, a Friday night, she initiated sex. Early on, though, even in foreplay, she had extended her
arms and legs, encouraging me to take control, to hold her helpless under me again. It didn't take much
encouragement, and it lead to a very short, very exciting evening for both of us.

Exhausted, we fell arelax in each other's arms.

Saturday morning we were reluctant to get out of bed. It didn't start out as an encore, but rather two
people enjoying cuddling, touching, being together.

"You're quite a lover" she said, snuggling close. "I really like what you've been doing."

"Me too," I liked it, too.

"I like when you hold me helpless like that. . ."

Well, it didn't start out as an encore, but that comment diverted some red. "Like this?" I asked, moving
over her.

No foreplay - it wasn't needed for either of us. "When I'm like this," she muttered, when she was like
that, "you could do anything to me. . ." Well, I did what I was equipped to do at that moment.

Later, cuddling again, she affirmed what she said: "I love being helpless, totally under your control,
when we make love like that."

"Baby, when I hold you like that, I'm not making love. That's straight fucking, straight lust," I told her.

"Well, OK, it is," she agreed, "but whatever it is, I love it. I feel like you could do anything to me, and I
couldn't do anything about it. It's wonderful."

I didn't respond except to agree that it was wonderful. I was thinking, though, thinking a lot.

We had fallen into a three times a week sex schedule, usually Tuesdays and Thursdays, then on the
weekend. What had happened Friday was out of the ordinary, and so was the extended session on
Saturday morning.

I decided I wanted more. I did some prep work. "What are you up to?" she wanted to know, seeing me busy.

"I'll show you later."

That night, after the usual kissing and hugging and touching, I tugged at her nightgown, and she helped,
lifting legs and hips so I could pull at it, until finally, it was off.

"You're really excited," she commented, noting that I was faster than usual in 'unwrapping Laura' - our
phrase for getting her nude.

"I am," I agreed, moving her toward the middle of the bed, and moving onto her, kneeling, my knees at
her hips.

"Me too," she said, and I felt her trying to move me so she could spread her legs.

Instead, I leaned over her, and took both her hands, and held them over her head.

"Oh, I like this part" she said, trying harder to open her legs, trying to push my knees aside, trying to
make me move.

"Not yet for that" - I wasn't giving her that freedom.

Instead, holding her wrists with one hand, I reached toward the head of the bed, and found the Velcro
strip I had put there earlier, fastened with a ribbon to the corner of the bed frame.

Would she object?

I leaned down to kiss her, and while doing that I released one of her wrists, and pushed the other, finally
wrapping it with the Velcro.

Still covering her mouth with mine, I repeated my actions, capturing her other wrist.

Then I lifted my head, examining my handiwork. My wife, her arms extended toward the corners of the
head of the bed, was held there, gently, firmly.

"What. . .?" she started to say.

"Sshhh!" I interrupted her, lifting myself in a push-up position, moving my legs, she opened hers,
allowing me between them.

I leaned down, freeing one of my arms and used it to position myself, my cock, and I repeated my
"Sshhh" as I pressed forward, against her, pushing, feeling resistance, then that wonderful opening, and
no resistance, just well lubricated sliding, and then her pelvis, pressing against mine, me in her, her
around me, arms spread, legs spread, open, available, a receptacle.

There was percussion now, slapping, urgent slapping of our pelvises, our hips. We were like teenagers,
kids, like a first sexual encounter - fast, rushing to completion.

It was not like Laura to be noisy, but her grunts and moans were almost shouts, matching mine in
intensity, not keeping our ecstasy secret.

After, laying there, panting, I looked at her. "Just a quickie, huh?"

"Quick, yes, but long enough, and not 'just' anything," she said, wrapping me in her arms after I released
the Velcro ties. "I love it. Can I have an encore later?"

Could she ever!

I had a lot to do the next day, but found enough time to work some more in the bedroom, too.

We went out to dinner that evening, and started toward home at nine. "Encore time?" Laura asked me as
we drove into the driveway.

"Absolutely!"

She came out of the bathroom wearing a robe.

"Take that off, and get on the bed" I commanded, indicating the bed, stripped of its covers.

She did.

This time I arranged fasteners on all four corners, and she watched as this arm and then that one, and this
leg and then that one, were secured.

And she watched as I took off my robe, too. "Oh, you're glad to see me," she noted.

I looked at her, spread out, and changed my plan. No quickie tonight.

I straddled her, tilted her head to the side, let my tongue touch her ear.

"That's exciting," she whispered.

Neck.

Throat.

Breast, nibbling at nipples.

Her body was twitching now.

Navel.

I slid lower, used my hands to spread her, saw her clit, blew on it.

She was making little noises now.

When my tongue brushed it, the noises stopped, her body went rigid.

Access was difficult from this direction, with my body between her legs.

I changed direction, so I was facing her feet, making it so much easier for my mouth and tongue to work
on her, and while I did that I felt her twist, her head reaching toward me. I made another move, so I was
straddling her again, and I felt her mouth take me, while mine took her.

It's hard - difficult is a better word - to not ram deep into her mouth, since her own hands couldn't control
me. Still, I succeeded, being gentle enough, while feeling her push against my mouth, and suck against
my cock.

There was no intercourse that night, at least not technically. There were orgasms, though, for both of us.

"I loved it", Laura said, as we cuddled together under the covers, afterwards. "I love you being in control."
I had, I thought, an unrestricted license. Then, when she asked "What are you going to do for an encore?"
I knew I did.

Laura was freer now, with sex. We played with the restraints, but she liked being active, too.

"You put them on" she suggested, "and let me lust on you!"

Did she ever! Baby oil, and ice cubes, and sucking on toes while riding my cock, offering me a view I
had never seen before, of her ass and buttocks rising and falling, of my cock, stationary, being fucked, of
the sensations of her mouth on my toes. . .

Our sexual schedule was changing. No, we didn't use Velcro restraints all of the time - in fact most times
we made love, as opposed to making lust. You people who have had committed relationships know the
difference, don't you?

But nights for lust making were exciting! I daydreamed about what I might do to her. Some of those
dreams weren't nice. Exciting, yes, but not nice!

I wondered if I dared. Well, we already were doing things we never considered before. I decided I'd
move along my depraved path until I met resistance.

"Lust night tonight?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'd like that"

I meet her as she left the bathroom, dressed for bed. I had removed the bed covers, that was how we
started these lust nights now.

I helped her get her robe and nightgown off. She actually helped with the foot restraints, and then I did
her arms.

I introduced the next step. "Lift up your head." She did. I reached under the pillow, and brought out a
relax mask, and slipped it over her eyes.

"Oh!"

I teased her body, her, unmercifully. There were touches here and there. She'd feel something touch her
cheek. One time it would be a finger, another, my tongue, then my penis. She loved it all.

"What's that noise?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Then she felt a vibration on her belly, her legs.

Her vulva.

Her clitoris.

I don't think she ever had a more massive orgasm. It was wonderful to see and do.

Fucking, for my own pleasure, was almost anticlimactic for her - she was spent!

"You are an incredible lover," she said afterwards. "Talk about old dogs and new tricks - Wow!"

"You ain't see nothing yet, baby," I told her. "When you're like that, you don't know what's happening.
You don't even know if it's me doing it to you."

That wasn't a question, it was more of a challenge, and I got the response I expected.

"I'd always know it was you."

The next lust night was the next night.

After the restraints were in place, and the blindfold, I took the next step. I put the radio on, to create
background sounds. "Be right back," I said, and went to the bathroom. I opened a new aftershave, a
different scent than what I usually wore.

I came into the room again.

"Sam, where were you? What are you doing?"

I didn't answer. I did move onto the bed, between her legs, and did everything I could to be a different
lover than the one she knew. A bit rougher, a very different pace, different timing - everything I could
think of.

"Sam?"

"Sam!"

She was actually frightened - much tighter than usual, but the pressure of a penis, and I guess her trust,
and excitement, all worked. She began to respond, her excitement gave way to that characteristic shudder
that announced her climax.

"I knew it was you," she said when we recovered, "but the aftershave smell really confused me. I didn't
think you'd actually do that, you know, what you used to ask me to do, with someone else, but it was
really something, laying there, wondering. . . You're a great lover, and an even better "luster", and a *really*
bad man!"

"You're right," I agreed, "especially about being bad."

"I can't wait until our next lust night. Maybe tonight?"

"Maybe later tonight, I'm going to the basketball game with Henry."

A frown - "Oh yeah. I forget."

"Come on," I reminded her. Henry was a sensitive subject for some reamister. "I know he tried to date you
before you met me, and he's black, and your parents managed to instill prejudice into
you, and all of that. But he's still my friend - our friend." A thought crossed my mind, not the first time.
"You never DID date him, did you, back then?"

"No, of course not, I wish you wouldn't keep asking me that," she assured me. "I might have, but you
came along abour the same time, and it was only you, Sam, after that."

At the game Henry responded to the same question the same way. "You beat me to her, Sam. I may
never forgive you for that. She's one beautiful woman."

"You dated lots of women, Henry. Do you run into problems being so dangerous looking, so dark?"

"Nope. Not then, and not now. Look, Sam, people aren't kidding when they talk about 'tall, dark, and
handsome'. I do pretty well, I'm a Alabama Law graduate, I'm fun to be around, you know that, too. Oh, and
modest, too! All the right stuff. If some woman can't get past me being black, that's her loss, not mine.

"You know," he continued, offering assurance, "Laura never accepted dates from other guys when you
began dating her, and that was that. A match made in heaven, for both of you. I wonder, though, if she
ever had dated me, if she'd have ever been satisfied with you. If I ever got her into bed one time, you
wouldn't have had a chance, buddy!"

"Oh, I think it worked out all right" I told him. "Besides, the Henry I knew back then wasn't looking for
any serious relationship. You were out for just one thing."

"Those were in my trophy hunting days. I was looking for, uh. . ."

"Go ahead, you can say it: you were hunting for pieces of ass, weren't you?"

"Yeah. Don't get mad, Sam. She's a beautiful woman, and until you began dating her I wanted a taste of that honey pot."

"It never happened, though, huh?" I asked, again.

"No, never. . . .dammit."

This conversation went exactly where I had hoped.

I took a deep breath. "Uh, Henry, what if I told you. . ." And I told him a little about the games we were playing.

And where I wanted them to go.

"You must be out of your everlovin' mind, Sam!"

"Well, think about it."

"I repeat, you're out of your fucking mind!"

"Go ahead, say what you want. But you still like screwing new women, you tell me enough about that. Hell,
thinking about that is probably what started me thinking about all of this. Tell you what, if you're a real man,
you'll be at Joe's Place when I tell you to be, with your cell phone on." Joe's Place is an upscale bar less than
a mile from our house.

"You are crazy!" was the last thing I heard, then he closed his car's door, and was gone.

I had a thoughtful drive home. Thoughtful, lustful, looking for a rationalization, a justification, for what I
wanted to do.

I got home, still puzzling over the idea I was considering, only to find Laura waiting.


Come to bed, honey. I missed you, and want to make love to you tonight."

That was easy to agree to.

Afterwards, holding each other, her head on my shoulder, she whispered "I like making love, and
making lust, too. I like what you do to me. Want to make a lust date for tomorrow?"

"Oh, you want more, do you?"

"You know it. I like, no I love, or even lust after the things you do to me. Is it a date?"

"It's a date. I'll think of something really special."

"Good."

The first thing I did when I got to my office was to leave a message for Henry.

"Tonight, be at Joe's around 9. Or miss out on the chance of a lifetime!"

There was absolutely no justification for what I wanted to do - except that I wanted to do it!

I wondered if he'd get the message. If he'd show up. If I'd do what I was considering.

Laura and I had a small dinner, and a big cocktail that evening.

"Are we going to make lust tonight?" she wanted to know.

I looked at my watch. 8:30. "You bet," I told her. "Let's start now. I'd want you to take a shower, and get
all prettied up, OK?"

She said nothing, just got up, and went to the bathroom. I went to the bedroom, and pulled all the covers
off the bed, and got into my robe.

She came out, just wrapped in a towel. She looked beautiful! Stunning! My heart was pounding in my chest.

"I'm ready for you, lustmaster."

"You're in for a treat tonight, Laura. You've told me a hundred times you'd always know it was me,
haven't you?"

"You know it."

"We'll see, tonight."

She was remembering the last time, when I tried to disguise myself. "I'll always know it's you."

I got the music going while she sat on the bed, and got some incense lit, too, permeating the room with its
fragrance. Fragrance masking, audio masking? What had I forgotten?

"No towel, Laura."

It came off.

"Come on, stretch out your legs."

"Now your hands."

"Now the relaxmask."

When she lay back, I kissed her, gently.

She heard me pick up the phone, and heard buttons being pressed.

And heard me say "It's on for tonight. The front door's unlocked, come right in."

"Who were you talking to? What's going on? Oh, you're teasing me, I get it. Go ahead, do your best, start any
time."

I pulled a sheet over her. "Laura, I've covered you for now. Just relax, I'll be back in a minute. Maybe I'll
be alone, maybe not."

I went out, to my den, and got the camcorder, just as I saw the headlights of a car pull into the driveway.

Henry was reaching for the door when I opened it.

"Man, are you serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack, Henry. Remember now, you have to be quiet. Don't say anything. Come on
upstairs."

At the bedroom door I gave him some of my aftershave lotion. "Put this on - I want you to smell like me."

He did.

I opened the door, and there was Laura, spread out, under the sheet.

"Strip, Henry," I whispered, as I went into the bedroom, looking through the camera.

"Hi, Laura, I'm back. Want to play?"

"I sure hope whatever you have planned was worth the wait," she said.

"Oh, I hope so, too. Maybe I'm not alone - is that OK?"

"Sure, any game you want to play is OK with me, lover."

I panned the camera from her, slowly, to the doorway, to Henry, as he stepped out of his shorts.

I motioned him into the room, so that he was standing beside me, beside the bed.

"I want to show off your body, Laura, OK?"

"Hurry!" she said. She was obviously excited.

I took the sheet, up about as high as her neck, and one handed, pulled it to the foot of the bed, recording
as I did.

Exposing her.

I panned to Henry, standing near the head of the bed, his cock erect, pulsing, looking down at this
bound, masked, beautiful body.

I motioned for him to move back, and gave the camera to him then knelt beside the bed at her head.

I pushed her head to the side, exposing her ear, and softly kissed it, for her benefit, and the camera's.

And her neck, too.

She was so turned on, so excited. She liked it!

I lifted a little, so that my cock was touching her hand as I licked at her breast.

She was making those little sounds, as her hand closed on my shaft, touching me as I bit at her nipple.

"Now the other side," I said, moving away.

I took the camera from Henry, then motioned to him to go to the other side of the bed.

Oh, he understood very well what to do. He knelt, too, and I bent lower so I could capture the image of
his mouth above Laura's breast. She seemed to sense something, and lifted up, toward him, until his
tongue, like mine, teased her nipple.

"More, Sam, more. . ." she muttered, moving under the influence of that tongue.

I watched as she responded to him, pushing as best she could into his mouth. "That feels so good."

Henry looked up at me, and I, with a nod of my head, suggested he might want to taste other parts of
her, too.

The camera caught him as his tongue traced over her breast, and down, past her diaphragm, and lower, to
her belly. It caught her almost quivering with excitement, as his mouth covered her thigh.

"Please don't tease me now," she pleaded, her knees moving apart, rolling her pelvis upward, presenting
herself, visibly moist, ready.

He moved to the foot of the bed, got his arms under her legs, and up, over her thighs, his fingers meeting
at her lips.

"Sam, you haven't done that that way before" she said, his head captured between her thighs, her hips
making little thrusting motions, as he spread her, her helping as much as the restraints would allow, then
her knees moving apart, opening herself for him. The camera caught all of that, the view over his
shoulder, at her, with his fingers on either side of her vulva, spreading her lips wide open, her clit erect, ready.

"OH!"

His tongue touched her! The camera caught that, that intimate contact, then his face lowering, his tongue
a surrogate penis, probing as deep into her as it could reach.

He pressed in, his face moving from side to side, tongue, fingers, all busy, her hips pressing, everythng
moving, thrashing, everything wet, frantic!

Laura, my sweet Laura, was panting like a whore, having touble catching her breath: "No more of that.
Stop! I need you in me, give me your cock," she said, when the arousal became nearly unbearable for her.

Henry lifted up, and careful to keep his face away from hers, moved up, until his cock was brushing
against her pelvis.

"Now?" I asked, leaning over them so my voice would come from the right location.

"Now, right now," she almost begged!

Henry, looking at me, at the camera, saw me nod. He held himself up with one hand, the other directed
his penis where his mouth had been.

I focused in, as that dark skinned hand held that dark skinned shaft, and moved it to that patch of dark
hair below her ever so white, ever so smooth belly, and moved it along those lips, over their surface,
back and forth, again, and again.

"You're teasing me again. . ." she muttered, moving under him.

He stopped looking at me, and watched as the lips parted a little, partly because his cock was pressing
there, and partly because Laura's legs were now as wide apart as the restraints would allow, and her pelvis
was tipped up just as high as she could.

And his cock's head was now moving along the channel between those lips.

"In me! Please! Go in me, put it in me! Stop teasing me! Oh, please, please!" she said, not
knowing exactly what she was asking for.

His cock's head's movement along her vulva's lips stopped, as they slowly parted more under its
pressure, opening, accepting it, inviting it.

It was an exquisite sight, seeing it go in a little deeper. He found the opening, that magical place, where it
could fit in and give and receive pleasure.

"Tell me what you want!" I commanded.

"Do it , do it, DO IT, . .put it in me, . . please, . .now, . . in me, now, all of it, . . PLEASE. . ."

And then the head disappeared, and more and more of that column disappeared, until his dark pelvis and her
white skinned one touched, and Henry began moving in that wonderful rhythm of sex, pushing and
withdrawing, fucking, and Laura's hips moved too, not because of his pressure, but of her own desire,
tilting, and pulling away as he did, and lifting to meet his thrusts, flexing, a beautiful dance of sex, his
buttocks contracting, dimpling, as his back arched, hips driving forward, then the change of the shape of
his back, as he pulled out, that beautiful motion repeating, but not exactly repeating, because they were
both getting more excited, all three of us were.

Henry would look at me filming them while he pushed into her, then looked at her masked face, and
then down, between them, where the action was, where the fucking was.

I recorded it all, documenting Henry collecting another trophy, another woman he had invaded in the
most permisteral way, the one he had coveted for so long. Now, it was his.

I moved behind him, the camera finding his glistening buttocks, contracting, pushing, and under them
his scrotum, hiding his penis from view.

I was in the right place now, I could speak, the direction would be from behind him, she'd think it was me.

"You're a good fuck," I said. "I can't control myself much longer!"

"Loose yourself in me, fuck me hard, give me all of it," she said to me, but it was Henry who responded with
actions, not words.

I moved to the side to watch, as Henry's actions became stronger, his pushes harder, until he erupted,
finishing deep in her, and she matched his excitement, her words and motions telling both of us she
found release, too.

". . .ooh. . .",

and that shudder, said it all.


Having done what he wanted, what I wanted, he grinned at me, and understood. He pulled out that dark
cock, it was softer now, a little smaller now, wetter now, trailing her lubrication, and a final thread of his
fluid, too.

He was spent. But I wasn't!

He quietly left the foot of the bed, and the bedroom. I watched as he began pulling on clothes, and he
watched me get into the position he was in a moment earlier.

"Oh, I thought you were done," Laura said, when she felt my cock at her vagina's entrance, then pushing in.

"Not quite" I told her, looking over my shoulder as Henry offered a thumbs up, and left.

It was almost like fucking a different woman, going after Henry. She was dilated, loose, wet. Still, it didn't
take too long before she began that familiar shudder again, and that drove me past any control I thought I
might have had. It was without a doubt the most erotic experience I ever had.

"Another quickie," I panted, because for me, it was.

"If that was a quickie," Laura said, remembering the entire experience, "I couldn't live through a full
length session."

We slept well that night, both exhausted, and me, spent emotionally.

"You did act differently" Laura said the next morning, "but I knew you like to tease me."

"Can't fool you, I guess."

"So, how's Laura?" was Henry's question when he called me at the office.

"You, sir, are now in a position to tell me first hand how Laura is, " I replied, not that he needed reminding.

"She's a sexy woman," he said, confirming the obvious. "I'd really like to do that again sometime."

"You mean a one night stand wasn't enough?"

I wondered if it could it ever happen again, in some better way, with Laura cooperating. That would be
spectacular!

A few weeks later, after a lust session, she asked "Remember how you used to ask me to be more
adventurous? Have I made the grade?"

"You make it sound like what we're doing is something you're working at, not fun," I countered. "I hope
that's not true."

"No, no, it's fun, not work. I like what we do. There's nothing you've done that I didn't like."

If she only knew one of the things she's done she wouldn't be saying that. Someday, maybe, I'll tell her,
or show her the tape.

Someday.

"Well, honey, you are a lot freer. I like it. I'll try to think of some new things to do, to keep you from
getting bored."

"Yeah, do that, but 'getting bored 'is probably a poor choice of words, you've been boring into me a lot,
and it's not boring."

"Maybe I'll expand our horizons some more," I said, feeling a stirring - maybe I had something left after all.

She cuddled closer.

"You've been doing that pretty well. I'll try anything you'd like, honey", she said, her hand finding
evidence of my excitement.

"Anything?"

"Nearly anything, anyway," she modified her offer, leaving me wondering what 'nearly anything" might be.

Is it sloppy seconds when it's the same two people starting up again?

More weeks went by, weeks of a perfect marriage, wonderful sex, great lust.

Life was good, even more complete than before we learned to make lust and love.

Still, I wondered what it would be like if Laura was a willing partner in a sex adventure, instead of a
blindfolded near victim.

"Honey," she said one night after sex, "I want to get you something special for your birthday. What
would you like?"

"Laura, I have everything a man could want. Let's just have dinner, and play around."

"It's the big four oh, Sam, take advantage of being young. I'd like to get you something special."

"Two twenty year olds? - Ouch!"

"Not funny, Sam," she said, releasing the pressure she applied to a very sensitive place. "I'm more than
enough woman for you. Think of something else."

When you've a couple of professional people like we are both working, money isn't a big problem. If we
wanted a new toy - golf clubs, or a nice bracelet - we just got it.

"I know," Laura agreed when I pointed that out. "Getting special gifts is a bitch for you."

"Maybe," she continued, "it should be something special I do for you. Like, oh, promise ten back rubs,
and whatever else that might lead to, something like that."

"Oh, a permisteral service?"

"Yeah, some special permisteral service," she agreed.

"Now that's an interesting idea", I said.

"Wait a minute," she countered, "I don't think it should be doing some of your chores around the house.
Make it something special that you'd like."

"Well, how about backpacking, say a couple of weeks along the Appacalacian Trail with me this summer."

"You mean. Like that other time, with flies and no hot showers and no hair dryers? That kind of camping?"

"Yeah."

"Honey, can you make another choice? Anything would be better than that. I mean, I'd do it, but. . ."

"OK. Let me think a minute," I said, wondering how to approach this.

After a minute, I rolled to her, taking her into my arms.

I whispered to her: "Do you know that Henry still talks about trying to date you in college?"

"He shouldn't do that, he should be a gentleman about those times, and it's all ancient history. Are you
changing the subject?"

"Not necessarily," I said.

"Back in college Henry tried to relax with everyone," Laura said, remembering accurately.

"I know, I was his best friend then, too" I reminded her.

"I guess that's why he stopped asking me out, when I started daating you. Maybe there's honor among
friends," Laura said, her hand stoking me. "I never did date him."

"I bet he'd still want to."

Her hand tightened on me.

"I'm married now. Remember?"

"He knows that. I don't think he'd want to date you, really. . ."

"Well, I AM married," she interrupted.

"Never the less, I'd bet he'd like to, uh,. . ."

"Screw me? His best friend's wife! Some best friend!"

"Oh, he'd never do anything like that behind my back, I know that," I said.

"Why are we talking about Henry? I'm here stroking your cock, we're talking about a birthday present
for you, and he came up."

"I'll give you a choice," I said, holding her tightly. "My present can be one of two things. Either you
could go back packing with me a couple of weeks along the Appalachian Trail in North Carolina, you
know, with the flies, and no showers, all that good stuff I like. . ."

"What's the second choice, Sam, it can't be worse than that."

"Remember, when I asked you to be more adventurous, I used to ask you if you'd like to try a
threesome. . ."

"Oh hell, I don't want to be sharing you with another woman, I'd rather go camping!"

"I wasn't thinking that. I was thinking it would be a huge turn on for me to share you. . ."

"Share me!"

"Yeah, with say Henry. I'd love to see that!"

"Sam, are you kidding? You were always so worried that we used to date, and now you're saying you
want me to, ah, let him take me to bed? Is that what you really want?"

Her hand was tight on my cock, now. In anger? Excitement? Surprise?

"Is it?"

Her hand was moving now, masturbating me, as she lifted up her head, staring at me.

"You really *want* me to have sex with Henry?"

"Not exactly."

"Well, what exactly?"

"With Henry AND me!"

We had finished lusting less than fifteen minutes ago, but my penis betrayed me, hardening under her
hand and her questioning.

"I used to wonder what it would be like to do that with the two of you," I confessed, "back when we were
dating in college."

We were touching each other as we talked - I noticed something.

"Your hand feels hot."

"And you're hard".

I was hard enough, and she was warm enough.

I rolled toward her, on her, in her.

"What DO you want, exactly?" she asked, her movements seemed very controlled. "Tell me exactly what
you'd like me to do."

"I've always wondered what it would be like to watch I woman I love, you, who has become so good at
sex, be sexy with someone else. Completely sexy. That's what I'd like."

"You mean like when I was blindfolded, and you were pretending. . ."

"No, no, it has to be with you willing, you being seductive, that's what I'd like."

"With Henry?"

"With him, and me. I'd want it to be right here, because I'd want to share you, not give you away. ..." I
said, still moving inside of her.

"The two of you, together? Two men, at the same time? You're a bad man, perverted. . . . ."

Her body gave lie to her words. She was excited!

"How can a woman satisfy two men?" she asked, her mind exploring the possibilities, her body moving
with less restraint, now, "how, what would you want me to do. . .?"

I told her: "One after another, I guess, or, you do have two hands,

"a mouth, too. . .

"even an ass. . ."

"I couldn't do that. . ." she said, and my erection started to fade, I was disappointed, until she continued -
"I couldn't let one of you do me in the ass while the other was doing something else, that wouldn't be
clean. . . no, not that. . ."

"You'd rather the backpacking for two weeks?"

"No, that's not what I mean. Maybe it could be the both of you, but not back there, not in my ass, I'd
draw the line there, I'd rather do the backpacking."

"But only not that?" I asked, not really believing what I was hearing.

"If you were there, yeah, I could do something with him, yeah, as a treat for you."

"You would. . .?"

"I think, if you were there too, yeah. Yeah, that could be exciting, and better than two weeks without a
hot shower. ...."

"Now I'm excited," I said, and my pushing into her proved just how much.

Later, again cuddling, I asked again, "Does it still excite you, even after just having sex?"

"Would you be mad if I told you it did?"

"No, not mad. Excited though, yes."

"But there's no way to do something like that, is there, and still be friends, right?" she asked.

"Sure there is. We never double date or anything with him, it's usually just me and him that go out. No,
I'm sure we'd still be good friends, maybe even better friends, if something like that happened. I'm
absolutely sure." I could be, he already had her, she just doesn't know it.

She rolled toward me, and kissed me. "Alright. It's your birthdy present. It's OK with me, but it's up to
you. Just tell me what you want, and make the arrangements. He's mainly your friend, not mine. I'll do
whatever you want."

"Maybe I will arrange something," I told her, letting it hang there, letting her wonder if I would ever do
something like that.

"When?" she asked.

"When?" Henry wanted to know, when I talked to him on the phone. "And how, and where? I'm ready
now! Right now!"

"To be determined," is all I could offer.

I wanted a very erotic time, not a fast encounter. Laura agreed. "If this is something you want, please
make it special. I wouldn't want to be just a piece of meat for you guys. I'd like to feel good about it, and
sexy, and erotic. Don't make it some awful thing out of a porno film, OK?"

I had an inspiration. Saturday morning we did our usual tasks, and had the house spotless.

"How are you feeling?" I wanted to know.

"Great," she told me. "Do we have a lust date for tonight?"

"At least that. Unless. . ."

"Unless what?"

"Unless I can arrange for my birthday present. Henry's free, tonight, honey. Would you like to entertain him?"

"Tonight? So soon? How? I mean, what would we do?"

She wasn't saying no, was she?

I picked up the phone. She listened while she heard me talk to Henry. "We're going to be at the
Burlington Mall at 4. Meet us at Victoria's Secret."

"Victoria's Secret? What do you have planned?" she wanted to know.

"Something nice, something sexy," is all I could tell her.

"Hi Laura," Henry said, as we walked up, finding him waiting where I asked him to, and bent over to
kiss her. "Hi, Sam," he said to me when he finished that, shaking my hand.

We went in, and I guided the two of them to the nightware stuff.

"Let's look through this stuff. They're kind of like the wrappings for a present, aren't they?"

Laura understood immediately, and stood there, realizing what I wanted.

Henry understood, too, he remembered me telling him about "unwrapping" Laura in bed.

Laura began looking at nightware. "Like this nightgown, Sam?" she asked, holding up something that a
grandlady might wear.

"We should be able to do better than that," I said.

Henry was almost panting. Well, so was I, and Laura was having fun teasing us.

"Well, fair's fair" Henry said. He went to a rack and pulled out a black ensemble, a robe and negligee,
both garments translucent.

"My favorite color, Laura, hold this up against you."

"Do you like this, Henry?" she wanted to know, holding the negligee part against her dress. It was easy
to imagine how she'd look wearing it.

"If you liked that, Laura, I'd buy that for you right now" he said.

There was a short pause - a very electric short pause - and I cleared my throat.

"Do you like it, Laura?" I asked.

"It's lovely," she said, stating the obvious.

"Would you like Henry to buy it for you, Laura?"

She looked at me - the electricity between us must have been noticeable to everyone in the mall.

"I'll bet he really wants to buy it, honey," I said, and the unsaid between Laura and Henry and me was
thunderingly loud.

I made sure there was no doubt what I wanted. "Think of it as gift wrap."


She looked at the image of herself in the mirror, and at Henry, and
then at me,

as she said -

she said -

in the smallest possible voice -

"I would like you to buy it for me, Henry."

It took only a couple of minutes for the clerk to box the ensemble, minutes when Laura squeezed my hand
almost painfully tight.

Our cars formed a caravan to our house, we arrived together.

I opened the door, and the three of us went into the living room.

"Wine?" I asked.

"Something stronger for me," Laura said.

"Martini for me, Sam" was what Henry wanted. Well, what he wanted to take, anyhow. I got the
takes going, and got out the cam-corder, too.

"That?" Laura asked, nervously.

"Only for us," I assured her. "I really want to record what happens, so if we never do it again, we can still
remember. . ."

"Only if I get to keep the tape," she said.

"Agreed."

We stood, looking at each other. Someone had to do something. "Laura, it's time for you to model that for
us, I want you to do that," I told her.

"I know," she said, taking the bag, and going up stairs.

"Is it going to happen?" Henry wanted to know.

"I think so."

I got some music going, and some more takes, when we heard Laura.

"It's beautiful!" she said, and made her entrance.

The dark material flowing around her, the robe molding itself to her, with the light coming through the
doorway behind her outlining her body, her legs, through it!

She was wearing heels, and the robe, coming to a little lower than mid calf, showed off her lower legs
beautifully.

"Go stand in the doorway again" I asked, lowering the room lighting, and focusing the camera on this vision.

She went willingly.

Backlit, she was a vision, sexy, mysterious, wonderful.

"Now come to the middle of the room."

She did that, gracefully, the robe and negligee hinting at the wondersunder them, turning, showing us . . .
the 'gift' that we could unwrap.

"Henry, will you help her with her robe, please?"

He came into the viewfinder, and went behind her.

She alluringly, gracefully, willingly, released the robe's belt, and opened it.

He took it from her shoulders, sliding it down her arms, off.

"This is more exciting than I ever thought it would be," she said.

What was left on her was beautiful! Thin straps, cleavage, the material just translucent enough to hint at
breasts, touching her skin here, handing freely there, shadows, smooth across her belly and hips, a hint
of less smooth where it clung to her pelvis, dark over her pubic hair, her nipples lifting the material,
all making an erotic package.

It clung where it should, and flowed where it should and my hand, holding the camera, was actually shaking.

Laura turned, and the side slits made their presence known, flashing legs to her hip, the darker crevass
between her buttocks noticable, even through the dark material of the negligee, lightened by her skin
under it.

"Like it?"

"It's incredible!"

She was facing me again, Henry behind her. She looked over her shoulder at him, and smiling, stepped
backwards towards, against him.

"Give me your hands, Henry," she said, and pulled them from her hips around her, holding his wrists,
so his hands were on her belly.

"That's nice," Henry said, holding her close.

"You know Henry tried to date me in college, don't you, Sam?" Laura reminded me.

"I know."

"I'll bet he never thought he'd be holding me like this, after that, did you, Henry?"

She was really getting into it!

"Never like this," Henry agreed.

"Sam's a bit of a voyeur, did you know that?" she said, looking over her shoulder at Henry.

"Yeah, I did know that," Henry said. "He always asked about girls I dated in college. He still asks
me about my dates. I think he gets off on that."

"He wanted this for his birthday present. Now I want to give him something to see," she said.

She still was holding his wrists to her belly.

"I'm going to tell him, Henry," she said.

"I don't think you should," he replied.

Huh? What was going on?

"Honey, we both lied to you when we told you we never dated in college. We did date, back before I met you,
and after I started dating you, we decided you'd be upset if you knew that. So we decided to keep it a
secret, and we never dated after that.

"But, Honey, before I met you, Henry was my favorite lover."

"He's touched me before, like this. Lots of times."

She was still holding his wrists.

They were lovers in college!!!!

I watched as she moved his upper hand up, over her belly, and higher, until it was under her breast.

She changed her grip, so now she was holding his hand, and lifted it, so that his hand, and hers, were
supporting the underside of her breast, then the final move, so that it was cupping her.

"He used to like to touch me like this all the time. . . is this what you wanted to see, Sam?"

I powerd a "yes" from my partched lips as I saw his other hand, under hers, being guided lower. . .

They used to do this so many years ago - I guess I suspected that, but they both lied so convincingly. . .

She moved too, her legs were now a few inches apart, and she was leaning back against him, letting him
support her.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moved his other hand lower, across her pelvis, his fingers indenting
the material between her legs, and lower still, across her thigh, and down, to the side slit in the negligee,
the one that showed off her legs so well.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you, man," Henry said, "but we both knew there was something very special
between you and her, and I really didn't want to screw that up. . ."

His hand was now on her thigh, under her negligee, his other hand still busy with her breasts.

She released both of his hands, and reached behind her, reaching to feel him, his excitement, his erection.

......His cock.

The hand on her thigh began moving, covered to the wrist by her negligee, moving up again.

I watched his hand moving closer - "But when you told me you wanted to share her for your birthday, and I
thought about touching her again like this. . ."

Laura kept her eyes closed, and her mouth formed an "oh" when his fingers again found her.

". . . I just couldn't resist. This is just like the old days, Laura, with someone watching."

"Old days, someone watching?" What was he talking about?

"Tell him about that, Laura," he said to her, his hands still busy.

Her voice was quivering a little, and she was making little jerky motions in response to his fingers.

"There was this apartment across the street" she said, "a couple of stories higher than Henry's."

She paused, his fingers were distracting her.

"Henry saw the couple who lived there, they were maybe in their thirties. . ."

Another pause.

". . . and he saw them both looking through binoculars at something on his side."

Pause.

"One time he asked me to walk naked in front of the living window at night, while he watched them from the
bathroom. They were both looking at me in the window."

Henry picked up the story. "It was the last time Laura was coming to my apartment, because she met
you. I thought it was the last time I was going to have sex with her. I asked her if we could do it by the
window, because I knew those people were home, and busy watching. I thought that would be a great
way to end things between us."

"Did you," I asked, I had to know.

"Oh, yeah."

"We did this," she said, turning to Henry.

His hands stopped touching her that way, and enfolded her in an embrace.

I stood watching, while there was a kiss, a long kiss, a very long kiss.
Lots of tongue.

Watching those dark arms around her, moving against the dark material, moved from the small of her
back lower, over the rise of her buttocks.

I focused in on that, then panned higher, above his hands, and up, to where the negligee swooped across
the small of her back, black against white, and higher, to her hair reaching to her back, and her head,
against his, watching as the kiss continued, on and on.

I zoomed back, watching his hands tracing along her ass cheeks, finger tips reaching between them,
moving up and down, and I saw that she was standing on one foot now, the other leg lifted up a little,
still pressing against him, capturing one of his legs between hers.

She pulled away from him a little, her hands lower now, pulling at his shirt.

He helped, and the shirt went over his head, and off. He kicked free of his shoes, too.

She went behind him, and I watched her hands move around him, waist high, to his belt buckle.

"Just stand there, Henry, I'll do this, like I did that night."

I couldn't speak, my eyes and camera were focused on her hands, pulling at, and releasing his belt.

Her fingers worked at the button holding his pants, and got that free, and lowered his zipper.

"You were never going to know any of this. . . " he started to explain again, but we were both distracted
by his pants falling. He stepped out of them, and her hands again went around his waist, starkly white
against his dark belly, against the black briefs he was wearing, briefs not hiding evidence of his
excitement, his erection.

I watched as her fingers found the waistband, and slipped under it, and moved down lower, their
progress visible under the material, her hands meeting at his crotch, at his cock.

"Henry wanted us to show off in front of the window, honey," she said.


was stunned. My best friend, and the woman who was going to become my wife. . .

His eyes were closed, his hands on the outside of his briefs, over hers, on the inside.

"I remember," he said.

"I was there to say goodbye to you. We weren't in love, we knew that,what we had was just exciting sex.
Tell Sam about it, Henry."

Henry by now had moved his hands from over hers, and was reaching behind him, between them.

I watched as I saw him somehow lifting her negligee, I could see its hem rising, and I could see Laura
move her legs apart a little, and then her mouth opened, her faced reddened - he was touching her,
fingering her again!

"I wanted Laura and me to put on a show for them, those people who livedin the other apartment,
just like you want one put on for you."

"It was our last time together, that evening, so we stood in front of the window, like this. We knew they
were looking. . ."

"And she stood behind me like this, and did what she's doing now."

"I did," Laura confirmed, "except I wasn't wearing anything that night..."

"And I did this. . ." she said, demonstrating.

Her hands pulled out, and she tugged at his briefs, pulling them down, exposing that black cock.

She pushed them past his knees, they fell, and he stepped out of them, and
stood erect again, proudly, his back to her, her hands reaching around to his pelvis again, one hand
making love to his shaft, the other under, supporting his scrotum.

"Sam, I touched him like this, so the guy and his wife could watch us, like you're watching."

I couldn't not look at her hand, moving on that shaft, covering its head, then pulling back, exposing it,
making the foreskin peel back, displaying its engorged head, so ready to be touched, so ready to be inside
her, not in her hand.

"After I started dating you, way back then, I never thought I would touch him again. I didn't want to."

"Don't forget the other part, Laura", Henry reminded her, "the part where after you touched me, I told
you I thought the guy across the street would rather see you than me. . ."

"I remember," Laura said, "and I remember what you did. . ."

"What did you do, Henry" - I wanted to know it all!

"Just what you would want to see if you were the watcher, Sam", he said, "I turned around to face her, like
this," and he did, so she was in his arms, his ass facing me, "and turned around, so her back was to the
window", he turned again, so her negligee clad back was facing me, "then I turned her around, so she was
facing him, while I touched her!"

He turned Laura to me, one hand across her pelvis, another across her breasts.

"That's what we did, to excite that guy, and then we had sex standing up, right there, her legs around my waist,
my hands cupping her ass, driving into her like it was the last time I'd ever have sex, and we knew it was
the last time for us, because you had come into her life, and now she was off limits to everyone else."

"I want to go to bed now, Henry," Laura said, "if it's OK with Sam."

They both looked at me, still holding the camera, and when I nodded, she took his hand, and led him,
with me following, into the bedroom.

"Henry, until I met you, was the best lover I ever had," she said to me as she stood beside the bed.

"Give the camcorder to Henry, Sam, and come here."

I obeyed.

He filmed me going to Laura, her coming into my arms, and kissing me.

"Help me get this off, Sam, for Henry. I think he'd like to see me naked again.

"Unwrap me now. . .

"for him. . .

"for him to use me. . ."

"for him to fuck me. . ."

It was my turn, I thought, to surprise her.

"He did see you naked not so long ago, Laura."

She moved in front of me, and slowly and gracefully raised her hands above her head, facing her ex lover.

I bent down, and picked up the hem of her negligee.

And lifted it, up, over her head, off.

I was waiting for her to react to what I said.

"He saw you on one of our lust nights. . ." I said, wanting to surprise her the way she did me.

"Sam," she said, "honey, that relax mask isn't a good blindfold. I know he saw me, I knew what you did.
I never thought I'd have sex with Henry again, but you made it happen then. And it was really good, too.
I did it because you were so turned on, and he was, too, and that made me even hotter, too."

". . . . "

My mouth fell open.

She lightly caressed my hardon.

"Just like you're turned on now."

She moved to the bed.

"Come, Henry. And Sam, put that silly camera down, and get undressed, and get in here, too."

The camera's mini-tripod balanced it on the dresser, it turned out not aimed well at all, while I complied
with her order.

I joined them on the bed, behind Laura, her back to me, Henry's arms around her.

"Let me go, Henry," she said, and rolled onto her back.

"Come beside me, Sam, I need to hold you, I need you to kiss me, I don't want to have to pretend this
time that I don't know what's happening."

I moved beside her, and her arms went around my neck, holding me tightly.

I could feel other movement in the bed, and had to move a little away, as
I felt her opening her legs, and felt more movement, and then Henry's arm, between us, as he was
supporting himself between her legs.

"Don't look down, Sam, just kiss me," she said, "I want to feel your love forme, and that you want this to
happen."

Her kiss was passionate, and she held me tightly, I was lost in her kiss, lost in the sensations, aware of
movement on the bed, and then, aware of a gasp from Laura, a gasp that could only mean. . .

The bed began moving in that motion we all know.

I broke this kiss, and looked down to see Henry fully involved in fucking her, his face sweating, his
cock buried in her.

"Keep kissing me!" she pleaded, "and Henry, use me! Hammer my cunt like you used to!"

One of her hands was holding my head, the other on my penis, the kiss began again, going on, and on,
the bed moving on and on in that rhythm, until her grasp of my neck tightened, and her grasp on my cock
tightened, and I felt familiar shudder that used to mean I had satisfied her. And I knew, for sure now, that
Henry knew that shudder, too.

And a minute later, we both heard Henry's moan.

But our kiss continued, and the motions I felt made it clear Henry pulled away, and lay beside her.

She broke the kiss, and I responded to her pressure, and moved over her.

"Now you, Sam. Henry's done. I need you in me now. Henry," she continued, addressing him, "I'm
going to be making love with my husband now, and we're going to be busy for a while. Quite a while."

"I understand," he said. "I'd better go home."

His going didn't interfere with what Laura and I were doing. "I'm glad you know," she whispered,
"Henry and I never talked about what we did after you and I began dating, we wanted to keep it a secret
forever. Now, you know."

"Now, I know," I repeated, while I fucked - no, made love, to her.

Later, she asked "Was that enough, Sam? It turns out other men aren't as exciting to me as you. You're
the best lover a woman could want."

"So are you, honey," I confirmed, once again wet with her, wet with him, and knowing what it was like
to have a wife who was willing to experiment with me, in threesomes, swapping, or anything else, but
who didn't need to.

I was satisfied, knowing that.

At least for now.

Fantastic Story... What else is there to say...

Great story. So good in so many ways. I'm turned on AND impressed.