Unwrapping Laura - rewrite

I've done a litlle more work on this one and I think it's worth reposting. Let me know if you disagree.

Fred

Ch 1


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. So 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. Mostly, pure vanilla. Don't get me wrong, I like vanilla, but there are a lot of other flavors out there to try.

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 that small town. 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 anyway, all true.

Although I knew I shouldn't, in the heat of passion, I couldn't help asking, again, "aren't you even 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. . ."

Back last November we were in the middle of sex, and again, my mind took me to places that 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.

And at me, my shaft, my rod, wet, exposing itself a little, then burying itself in her, again and again.

I saw how she looked under me and how she 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. Stupid? Maybe, but what can I say? It's my favorite fantasy.

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! Oh, yeah! 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 even 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 a lot more turned on than at anytime lately!

Me too.

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

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

The next night, a Friday night, she initiated the 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 me much
encouragement, and it lead to a very short and 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. We didn't start out as for encore, but rather just two
people enjoying cuddling, touching, being together.

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

"Me too," I really liked it, too.

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

Well, it didn't start out as an encore, but that comment sure 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, once she was like
that, "you could do anything to me. . .I'm totally at your mercy"
Mercy? Yeah, right. Well, I did what I was equipped to do at that moment. But I wasn't thinking about mercy right then.

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 just straight fucking, straight lust," I told her.

"Well, OK, maybe 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 exciting. It's wonderful."

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

Ch 2

We had fallen into a three times a week sex schedule, usually Tuesdays and Thursdays, then again 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. So, 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 her legs and hips so I could pull at it, until finally, it was off.

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

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

"Mmmmm. 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 time for that yet" - 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, but 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 and my cock, and I repeated my
"Sshhh" as I pressed forward, against her, pushing, feeling resistance, "Don't resist, lady, and you won't get hurt", 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 and I was the plug. The electricity started flowing, let me tell you.

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

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

"Quick, (gasp) yes, (gasp) 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! The question was, "Could I - give - her one"?

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

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

"Oh, 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, I see you're glad to see me," she noted.

I looked at her, spread out, and changed my plan. No quickie tonight. Not this time.

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. Hard/soft, hard/soft.

She was making little noises now.

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

Access was a little 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 - I guess "difficult" is a better word - to not ram deep into her mouth, since her hands couldn't control me. Still, I succeeded, being gentle enough, while feeling her push up against my mouth, and suck against
my cock.

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

"I loved that", 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 "So. What are you going to do for an encore?"
I knew I did.

Laura was a lot 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 all over you!"

Did she ever! Baby oil, clothespins (ouch) and ice cubes, and sucking on my 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 all know the
difference, don't you?

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

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

Ch 3

"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. They just got in the way.

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, all over, 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. . . . . . . . . .POW!!!!!!

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

Fucking, strictly for my own pleasure now, 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 very 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 little bit rougher, a very different pace, different timing - everything I could
think of.

"Sam?"

"Sam!"

She was actually frightened - and much tighter than usual, but the pressure of a penis, and I guess her trust,
and excitement, all worked together and she began to respond, her excitement eventually 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, *really* bad man!"

"You're right," I agreed, "especially about my 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 forgot."

"Oh, 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 go out with him, did you, back then?"

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

At the game Henry responded to the same question the same way. "Hey, you beat me to her, Sam. I may
never forgive you for that, you know. 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, right,and I'm modest, too! All the right stuff. If some woman can't get past me being black, hey, that's her loss, not mine.

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

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

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

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

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

"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 then I told him where I wanted them to go.

Fred

Great start

I'm looking forward to more.

GH

Ch 5


And then the head disappeared, and more, and more, AND MORE of that dark column disappeared, until his dark pelvis and her white skinned one touched, then Henry began moving in that wonderful rhythm of sex, pushing and withdrawing, fucking, and Laura's hips moved too, not because of his pressure now, but of her own desire, tilting, and pulling away as he did, then lifting to meet his thrusts, flexing, a beautiful dance of sex, his
buttocks contracting, dimpling, as his back arched, his 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, hell, 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 carefully recorded it all, documenting Henry collecting another trophy, another woman he had invaded in the
most permisteral way, and the one he had coveted for so long. Now, it was his.

I moved back 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, so she'd think it was me.

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

"Shoot off in me! F-f-fuck me hard, dammit! Give it to me! Give me - all - of it," she said to me, but it was Henry who responded, and with actions, not words.

I moved to the side to watch, as Henry's actions became stronger, his pushes harder, deeper, until he erupted,
finishing deep inside her, and she matched his excitement stroke for stroke, her words and motions telling both of us she found her 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, and smaller now, and a whole lot wetter now, trailing her lubrication, and a final thread of his fluid, too.

He was spent, limp as a fish. But I sure 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 all done," Laura said, when she felt my cock at her vagina's entrance, then pushing in.

"Not quite, 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 in after Henry. She was dilated, loose, as wet and hot as a summer rainstorm. Still, it didn't take too long before she began that sweet, familiar shudder again, and that drove me way past any control I thought I might have. It was without a doubt the most erotic experience I ever had. Ever.

"Another quickie for you," I panted, because for me, it had been.

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

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

"You did act differently last night," Laura said the next morning, "but I knew how you like to tease me. I knew it was you all the time."

"Can't fool you, I guess."

Smile.

"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. "And I'd really like to do that again sometime."

"You mean a one night stand wasn't enough for you? Sorry, not likely."

I wondered, though, if it could it ever happen again, in a better way next time, with Laura cooperating. Now 'that' would be spectacular!

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

"You make it sound like what we're doing is something you're having to work 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 that 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. . . . . .or not.

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

"Yeah, you do that, but 'getting bored ' was probably a poor choice of words, you've been 'boring' into me a lot lately, and believe me, it hasn't been 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 lately. 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 just what 'nearly anything' might be.

Is it still 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 it was 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. Yeah, I was still chasing that dream, even at the risk of all the others. Stupid, huh?

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

"Laura, I've got everything a man could want right here. (good line) Let's just have dinner, and play around."

"It's the big four oh, Sam, let's 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'd applied to a very sensitive place. "I'm more than
enough woman for you, and don't you forget it, buster! Think of something else if you know what's good for you."

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 went out and got it.

"I know," Laura agreed when I pointed that out. "Getting special gifts is a real 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 really special permisteral service," she agreed.

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

"Wait a minute," she countered, "I don't think it should just 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, the one with bugs and snakes and no hot showers and no hair dryers? That kind of camping?"

"Yeah."

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

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

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

I whispered to her: "Did 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 that's all ancient history. Are you
changing the subject?"

"Not necessarily," I said.

"Back in college Henry tried to relax with everyone who ever might have worn a dress," Laura said, remembering accurately. "Be glad you weren't Scottish."

"I know, 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 dating you. Maybe there's honor among
friends," Laura said, her hand stroking me. "I never did date him, you know."

"I bet he'd still want to."

Her hand tightened on me.

"I'm married now. Remember?"

Careful, Sam. She'll twist that thing right off.

"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,. . ."

"What? 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 'special' birthday present for you, and he came up. What are you up to?"

"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 snakes and no showers, all that good stuff I like. . ."

"What's the second choice, Sam, it can't be any 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 no, I don't want to be sharing you with another woman, I'd rather go camping with the snakes!"

"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 maybe 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? Is it?"

Her hand was tight on my cock, now. In anger? Excitement? Surprise? A little bit of pain.

"Is it?"

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

"Is it? You really 'want' me to have sex with Henry?"

"Well. Not exactly."

"Well, then, what *exactly*?"

"With Henry AND me!"

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

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

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

"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.

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

"I've always wondered what it would be like to watch the woman I love, you, who has become so good at
sex, being 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 with me. And 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 baaad 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 go 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 hve to
draw the line there, I'd rather do the backpacking."

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

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

"You would. . .?"

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

"Now I'm really getting 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 that it did?"

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

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

"Sure there is. I mean, 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'd already had her once, she just didn'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. 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'll 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 anytime! Right now, in fact!"

"That's still to be determined," is all I could offer.

ch 6

I wanted a very erotic time, not a quick, cheap 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 happens to be free, tonight, honey. Would you like to 'entertain' him?"

"Tonight? So soon? How? I mean, how, 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 Commons Mall at 4. Meet us at Victoria's Secret."

"Victoria's Secret? What are you planning?" she wanted to know.

"Something nice, something sssexyyy," is all I would tell her.

"Hi Laura," Henry said, as we walked up, finding him waiting (big surprise) 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 sexy 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.

"I hope we can do a little 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.

"Black's my favorite color, Laura. Here, hold this up against you."

"Do you like this, Henry?" she wanted to know, holding the negligee part against her dress and smoothing it against her body. 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 for Henry to buy it for you, Laura?" Plainly and clearly stated so there could be no doubts.

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.

Just to make sure there was no doubt what I wanted. "Think of it as 'gift wrap'."

She looked at the image of herself in the mirror, then 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 while 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. Voice shaking a little. Steady, now, Sam. Steady.

"Something a little 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, too?" 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. . ."

"OK, but only if I get to keep the tape," she said.

"Agreed."

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

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

"Is this really going to happen?" Henry wanted to know.

"I think so. I think it is."

I got some soft jazz going, and some more takes, then we heard Laura returning.

"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, to show off 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 wonders half-hidden under them, turning, showing us . . .the 'gift' that we could soon unwrap.

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

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

Her fingers now 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 back around his waist, starkly white
against his dark belly, against the black briefs he was wearing, briefs that weren't 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, both her hands meeting at his crotch, at his cock.

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

I 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."

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

Henry by now had moved his hands from over hers, and was stroking her hair.

"Oh, you said you wanted to see something tonight, didn't you? Well tonight you get a *very* special show."
"You see, I usually don't like to suck cock, but sometimes, just sometimes, it's nearly irresistable."

Her right hand now cupped Henry's balls while her left hand fondled and caressed his impressive black rod.
It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen, especially when the light glittered on her wedding and
engagement rings. Her rings...my rings, were now dancing along another man's cock . . .right in front of me.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Are you watching, darling? Watch carefully. You might want to get a little closer, wouldn't want you to miss anything. Mmmmm. I'd forgotten how much I loved handling this big cock."

"Well, do you like what you're seeing, darling? Is this what you wanted? Well how about this?"

She pushed up against Henry's trembling legs, rubbing her pale white breasts along his cock.

"Henry always enjoyed a good titty-rub."

"I know, I'll bet you wanted to see. . . this." and she started running her face all along that shaft, her eyes still locked on mine and glowing with a feverish heat.

"Or was it this?", and she began licking and sucking Henry's balls while starting a slow pumping motion
with her left hand. . . always the left, rings you know. Yeah, she knew what she was doing to me. "Was that it, Baby? Did you want to watch me jerking Henry's big cock for you? You could never guess just how many . . . (slurp). .times I was in this very same position with this. . same (mmm) cock in my hand and . . . (mmmm) . . .these very same . . . (slurp) . . balls in my mouth. . . (mmmmph). I'm not sure myself, but it was a lot, a whole lot. Remember this, Henry?"

"Oh, SHIT YEAH! I remember, I remember. Don't stop now. Keep going."

She stopped her licking for a moment turned back towards me and whispered in my ear,

"Enjoying the show, mister? I sure am. Hope this is really what you want, 'cause there aint no stopping
it now." All the while she kept stroking that hard cock right in front of me, so close to MY face I could feel it's heat.

My heart was pounding, I was sweating like crazy as I watched her go back to Henry's black cock.
My stomach was churning andI felt like I'd been kicked in the guts by a horse. God, I was loving this!
My throat had gone dry by now but my crotch was steaming wet. I asked her," Is that all you did?"

You know, a smile is an odd thing, it can have so many effects.
The one Laura gave me now ignited my desires while simultaneously pouring ice water on my heart.

"Oh, no, my dear, not at all. I did this", and she began kissing her way up and down that sweaty rod,"and this",
now her tongue licked the entire surface clean of sweat and precum leaving it wet and shining from her saliva.
"Mmmmmm, tasty! But most of all, my dear husband, I did THIS!"

With that she began sucking Henry's cock into her mouth, a little at a time until I saw her throat bulge.
Henry looked like he was about to pass out! I know I was! Her head began bobbing up and down, fast and slow, occasionally all the way down to the balls. Best blowjob I'd ever had from her wasn't even half this exciting. Sometimes she'd take it out of her mouth and lick the shaft and head or rub it all over her face..I think Henry and I *both* were about to come when she finally stopped, sat back on her ankles and smiled at me.

"Did you like that, honey? I did and I'm SURE Henry did," as she wiped off the string of saliva arching from her lips to Henry's dick. "I know he always did back then."

Then she pulled Henry's briefs back up, slithered her way back up his trembling body, and went behind him, moulding herself against him. Her pale arms reaching around to fondle him and his hands disappearing now between them.

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

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

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

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

"And then, when we were sure they were watching, 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 still to her, her hands reaching around to his pelvis again, one hand making love to his shaft, the other underneath, supporting his scrotum.

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

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 just in her hand.

"After I started dating you, way back then, I never thought I would touch him like this 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 look at you than me. . ."

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

"What did you do, Henry" - I wanted to know it all! I'm a sucker for punishment, I guess.

"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 we turned around, so now her back was to the
window", he turned again, so her negligee clad back was facing me, "then I turned her around, so now 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 wrapped around my waist, my hands cupping her ass, just driving it 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 think I want to go to bed now, Henry," Laura said, "That is, if it's OK with Sam."

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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 over here."

Of course I obeyed. Who wouldn't?

He filmed me going to Laura, her coming into my arms, and kissing me like she'd kissed him.

"Help me get this off, Sam, for Henry. It's been a long time and I think he'd like to see me naked again.

"Unwrap me now. . .

"for him. . .

"for him to see me. . . naked"

"for him to use me. . . again"

"for him to take me. . .again"

"for him to fuck me again the way he used to. . ."

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

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

She moved in front of me, and slowly and gracefully raised her hands above her head, now 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 still 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 had shocked me.

"Yes, I know, dear."

"Sam," she said, "honey, that relax mask really isn't a very good blindfold. I know he saw me, and I know what you did. I never thought I'd ever have sex with Henry again, but you made it happen then. And it was good, too. Really good. Brought back old memories. I didn't mind, you know. 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 the way you're turned on right now."

She moved to the bed.

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

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

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

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

"Come lie 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, look at me, Sam, and just kiss me," she said, "I want to feel your love for me, and that you still want this to happen."

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

Then the bed began moving in that motion we all know.

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

"Keep kissing me!" she pleaded, "and Henry, this is your last chance so use me, baby! Hammer my cunt like you used to!"

One of her hands was holding my head, the other tight 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 that familiar shudder that used to mean I had satisfied her. And I knew, for sure now, that
Henry knew all about that shudder, too.

And a minute later, we both heard Henry's moan. Laura shuddered again as his cum filled her.

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 guess I'd better go home."

His going didn't interfere with what Laura and I were doing. "I'm glad you know, now" she whispered,
"Henry and I never even 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. For a long time into the night.

Later, she asked "Was that enough, Sam? It turns out other men aren't nearly as exciting to me as you. Not even Henry. You're the best lover anyone 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.

And I was satisfied, knowing that.

At least for now.

Very hot!

GH