Adam's Journey

Thanks for the kind words Vivian, Titsrfun (true, by the way), and contdoc. My trip is over, unfortunately, but I'm back to write more. Hope you enjoy!


I joined Ron out by the pool, taking the cold glass he offered and downing about half of it in one gulp, the salted rim burning my lips slightly. Delicious, as always.
Ron watched me finish off the margarita before speaking. "Looks like I'll have to make another pitcher. So, has Kori been working on you? I think she's as hurt by you and Kristi breaking up as the 2 of you are."

"What do you mean?"

"She just thinks you guys were so perfect together - which you were by the way - and she loves you both and doesn't want you to screw up your lives."

"Well, that may already be the reality, you know? I mean, some things can't be forgotten no matter how much I might want to."

He looked at me for a moment as he salted a glass for Kori. "Has it occurred to you that maybe it was just sex, that maybe it didn't mean anything?"

"You're not serious! It was definitely sex, I don't know about 'just sex', and it meant something to me. How would you feel if it had been Kori and you had walked in on her fucking some guy?"

He didn't answer right away, he seemed to be thinking about it. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe if she was really enjoying it, and just doing it 'cause it felt good, or was lonely, or just wanted to try something different, and didn't really care about the guy at all, it might not be so bad."

I snorted "Yeah, right. And you'd be OK with that. Sure."

"Hey you know, I'm not all that well endowed like you, so I could see her wanting something a little bigger. Who could fault her for that?" He laughed. "If she'd let me watch I might just find her a guy myself, I think watching my wife get laid might be a real turn-on."

"You're crazy Ronnie. Anyhow, to answer your question yes, Kori's been working on me. She's going to call Kristi and have her come over. Now, tonight."

"And you're alright with that?"

"I don't know how I feel. I guess it's OK. If not, I'll just leave and let her have you guys for awhile, she's probably pretty lonely even with K checking up on her."

I set my glass on the counter and turned to dive in the pool, seeing Kori walk onto the patio out of the corner of my eye just before I hit the water. I swam several hard, fast laps of the pool before slowing for a couple of leisurely cool down laps, and then put my elbows up on the edge where I could talk to the 2 of them while staying in the water.

Kori was still dressed as before in one of Ron's shirts and her bikini bottoms. She handed me a fresh margarita and set hers on the edge of the pool where she could reach it, stripping off her shirt and jumping into the pool with me. She surfaced next to me, and put her arm around my shoulder. I could feel her soft naked breast and hard nipple against my side.

"Kristi said she'd be over in about 15 or 20 minutes. I hope you're OK with that."

"Kori, you know me. I'm pretty much OK with anything a woman tells me while she's rubbing her tits all over me." I tried to make light of the situation, but was kind of torn, inside.

She pulled herself up out of the water, displaying her breasts to me, nipples jutting out hard and beautiful in the cool water. "You guys are all the same. A little bit of tit and all is right with the world."

I thought that would make a great bumper sticker, and could possibly be a new motto for the Boy Scouts.
I was glad that Kori was this comfortable around me and Kristi, and that Ron wasn't jealous of her harmless flirting and tendency toward exhibitionism. He lowered himself into the pool with Kori and I, groaning as he let the water take the weight of his tired muscles.

We just kind of floated and talked for awhile, Ron eventually laying on an air mattress and drifting. Kori tried to dunk me, which she can never do by herself unless I let her, but we wound up doing a lot of touchy-feely. Usually Kori and Kristi would come at me together, and between them they could usually get me down. I was never entirely sure who I was groping or who was groping me in that situation, but it didn't matter, it was just good clean fun with friends.
It didn't feel right, her all over me and mostly naked with Ron there and Kristi not, so I pulled away and climbed out to get a refill on my take. I was half-hard under my wet swimsuit, and it clung to me.
Kori asked for a refill, and I squatted down to fill her glass from the rapidly emptying pitcher. She reached out and slid her hand up the leg of my trunks, squeezing my cock and almost startling me into dropping the pitcher.
I muttered "Jesus, K! Don't do that!" I glanced at Ron, but he had his eyes closed as he bobbed around on his raft. She kept her hand wrapped around my cock, and I hardened.

"I'm just trying to figure out how Kristi could want something else, instead of this."

"I guess there's more to life than a big dick." I pulled away, rigid and tingling. "You'll have to ask her, she tells you everything. If you find out how I let her down, you let me know so I don't make the same mistake with my next girl, whoever that might be."
Bitter now, and some of the anger returning, my hard-on faded quickly.

Kristi picked that moment to show up, just as my hurt and bitterness were again pushed to the forefront. She walked out their back door and over near me, stopping a couple of feet away, her eyes searching my face.

"Hi Adam. I can see this was probably a bad idea."

She had always been very good at reading my mood by looking in my eyes. "No, no, it's OK. I'm fine. Can I get you a take - Ron's patented margaritas, your favorite."

She smiled softly. "Sure, that would be good. How's the water?"

I watched as she tugged off her t-shirt and short blue shorts, revealing her skimpy white bikini underneath. It was my favorite of her swim suits, tiny and tight and a wonderful contrast against her tan skin. It also allowed her nipples to show nicely, as they were now. Why does she have to be so damn beautiful?

"It's nice, cool. Feels pretty good" Great, I couldn't even speak in complete sentences. Idiot!
I handed her her take and she took a couple of sips and handed it back to me, then turned and did a running dive into the pool, making almost no splash. Lithe and gorgeous. Goddammit!

I sat on one of the bar stools and watched her do a couple of smooth fast laps up and down the pool, with no wasted motion. The speed that I obtained through a power stroke she acheived with streamlined efficiency, and I loved to watch her form and grace. She eventually veered off course and under Ron's dozing, floating form, upending his raft and dumping him into the water.
He came up sputtering and cussing her good-naturedly, and then she and Kori descended on him, splashing and raising a ruckus. Soon Kori came up laughing and with his suit, which she flung way up onto the deck near the house.
They were all laughing, and he was threatening the two of them with permisteral injury, but they easily stayed out of his reach.
The girls climbed out of the pool then and left him treading water, *** to climb out naked with everyone watching him. Of course, Kori was half naked and Kristi might as well have been in that tiny suit, but Ron was imploring me to help him out and throw him his suit back.

"Sorry pal, you got yourself into this. If I help you they'll turn on me next, and you see how evil they can be."

He held out for several minutes, threatening them the whole time and including me in his threats eventually. He had to give up when he started to get cold, and he grabbed an empty margarita glass off the edge and climbed out, holding the glass over his privates. That may have been worse that just bluffing his way through it; he looked ridiculous clutching a stem glass with his little cock and balls mashed into the clear glass.

We were all laughing uproariously at his foolishness, until I glanced at Kristi. Her back was to me, and she was bending forward, laughing so hard she had her hands on her knees and was gasping for breath.

I saw her in that tiny suit, her long hair, wet now, and smooth muscular back and round perfect ass and long fine legs, and my mind instantly flashed to the sight of another man's balls pressed up against her perfect ass, her legs straddling him as his cock thrust deep inside of her, spilling his load. I even thought I could hear her moans of pleasure. I felt like I'd been kicked in the gut, and the air went out of me.

When I could breathe I said "Well, I'm kind of tired. I think I'll go on home for now."

Kori grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes. 'Oh Adam, don't leave, we were just having some fun!"

"No, it's not that. I'm just kind of tired, and with the takes..."

Kristi looked at me. "It's OK. I'll go. I shouldn't have come over, it was a mistake."

"No Kristi, you stay, you just got here. I'll go. I'll talk to y'all tomorrow, don't worry, it's no big deal."

Kristi and I looked into each others eyes, each other's faces for a few seconds. I wondered if the pain was as obvious on my face as it was on hers. I walked away, across the yard and home, and knew they were all silently watching me go.

Ralph wanted out when I got home, and he headed over to the pool to join their party. He's a good swimmer, and enjoys Ron and Kori's pool, and he'd be overjoyed to find Kristi there, I knew. Traitor.

Great but what????? Can't waite to know more. Please tell
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You still have two more days before going back to your work site. Not fair to stop now. Do you have a photo of your beauty? What next....
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Hi contdoc.
Nah, that was just a pleasure trip in a wilderness area in No. Colorado. You sure are impatient though! I bet you skip ahead to the end of the book, don'cha? Glad you're enjoying the story, and here's the next...


Ron's voice from behind me made me jump.
"You know, I always thought you were smarter than this. You keep getting a lifeline thrown to you, but you're too dumb to grab it. What are you thinking?"
I turned to find him and Kori standing there, looking at me. "C'mon you guys, it's not that easy. This is a tough deal for us, and I don't know if we can come through it. I don't see how."

Kori jumped in: "It doesn't need to be so hard, you're the one making it that way. You know Kristi knows that she screwed up, but she just doesn't understand why you are so upset and angry about it."

"How could she not understand? Did she think I'd just be thrilled to have her fucking other guys?"

They both jumped me, Kori first. "Oh Adam, give me a break! It was one guy, and this was only the second time she'd ever been with him. And you're not entirely blameless here either, being gone all the time." Then Ron: "And you know, you've sent her a few signals that might have led her to believe you wouldn't be so against the idea - she was telling us tonight about the contest you talked her into doing."

I had never brought that up with them, it was kind of embarassing for me, but I had been thinking about it off and on that day. And somehow, Kori telling me that this had "only" been her second time with this guy really didn't help much.
Kori wasn't done. "And you're not so innocent either, you act like you've never cheated either. I suppose you've told Kristi all about Izzy?"

Izzy is Isabella Maria Esposito, always Izzy to everyone but her grandlady and when her lady is upset with her, and I'd known her since - well, since before I had any memory of her, really.
I felt like they were ganging up on me, and I had to object. "That's not fair, Izzy is different, you know that, that doesn't count."

Kori laughed. "Oh, so when you're making the rules that's different. It's OK for you to cheat, and with a married woman yet, but that's OK 'cause it's you, only Kristi has to be good all the time. Jesus, Adam! What a double standard!"

Stubborn, like a petulant young, I said "No, it is diffferent. Izzy is a totally different situation."

"No, Adam, she's not. Admit it."

K was right of course, and I had felt guilty about Izzy since Kristi and I had been together, and that realtionship had been on my mind several times as I castigated Kristi for her mistake. I knew that I was not innocent.
Izzy is a long story, and I wasn't going to bring her into this tale, but I guess I'll have to tell you about her, at least a little for this to make sense.

That's for another day though, because now I have to tell you about the contest that Ron referred to. I really did understand about how Kristi could have come away from that thinking that her being with other guys might be OK with me. I had kicked myself for that several times since that night, but I still found it arousing.

It had started out innocently enough, we had gone out to dinner at a nice steak house in Denver while I was home one weekend, and had stopped for takes at a little Caribbean themed club that we liked on our way home. We thought a couple takes and a little dancing would be fun, and it was still early.
Well, this was in late March or early April, and I guess in honor of all the college spring breakers in Florida and elsewhere at that time, they had a spring break party going on and the place was really hopping. They had posters up that at 9:00 they were going to start a wet t-shirt contest, with a $1000 first prize.
Kristi pointed the poster out to me. "I bet you're gonna want to stay for that. huh?"
Kiddingly I answered "You bet! Especially if you're going to enter it!"

She thought that was pretty funny. 'Oh, sure! I'm going to take my almost 30 year old body and show it with all these young girls. Uh-huh, right!"

There were some pretty beautiful young hard bodies in there, but Kristi was probably sexier that most if not all of them. She doesn't have the big tits that some of these girls were sporting, but she just exudes this subtle sexiness, and her tall, beautiful form had been attracting plenty of looks from the mostly younger crowd.
I had to keep jabbing her. "No, c'mon, you should enter. You're hotter than most of these girls."

"No way, Adam."

"Oh, c'mon! How about if I dare you?"

I should have known better than to say that. Kristi is very competitive, and when she plays she plays hard and intends to win. She will almost always step up to a challenge.

"What's in it for me if I enter?"

I was amazed! She was actually considering it! "Well if you win you get $1,000."

"No, bub, I mean from you. What do I win?"

"Well, let's see. I could be your slave for an entire weekend, powerd to obey your every command."

She smiled. "I already have that. How about I get your Shelby for a weekend, to drive wherever I want? And you buy the gas."

Yikes! She drives a tough bargain, but I couldn't back down.
"Well, OK but only if you finish in the top 3. No dogging it."

She stuck out her hand, and I shook it very formally. "Deal. But for now let's dance."

We did, and I noticed other guys looking her over. She looked very good in a short tight black skirt and a snug red and white top which displayed her breasts, nipples and all. No bra under that top, and at my request she had gone without panties too, although she frequently does that on her own. Her long dark blonde waves were the only thing that hid her tits, and that only occasionally. She was smiling a lot, and her eyes were bright and sparkling. Just an all-around knock-out.

As it rolled up on time for the contest, the DJ called al the contestants to come forward. What looked to be about 21 or 22 girls gathered near the stage, and Kristi left to join them. As she did, she said "Not too late to back out."

"Nope, a deal is a deal. Go for it." I was really looking forward to seeing this, I knew we'd laugh about it later.

She joined the other girls, all of whom looked younger than her and several of whom were very busty. One platinum blonde, in particular, looked like she might be tough competition.
They took all the girls backstage, and started hyping up the crowd for the contest. There were probably a couple hundred people in the place, mostly early twenty-somethings, and it was very rowdy.
It got even more so when they started to bring the girls back on stage, all of them now dressed identically in a thin white t-shirt and tight red nylon shorts that the club had provided.
Kristi was the tallest one up there by a couple of inches, and I thought the hottest, but there were some pretty girls and some dynamite bodies. This should be fun. I noticed that Kristi's nipples were standing out proudly under the thin shirt, and that her shorts were so tight they looked painted on. It left little to the imagination, but Kristi just shook her hair back and kept smiling, seeming totally un-self conscious about it.
There were a lot of hot bodies on that stage, but I think Kristi was the one giving me wood. Other guys too, probably.

Some guys came out with pitchers of water and seltzer bottles, and the music cranked up, and the contest started with the DJ making lewd comments and getting everyone into it. It was great!

Feel like I was seating there looking at her and just getting hard while watching Kristi
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There were a lot of girls on that stage at the beginning, and it was pretty crowded as they started splashing them with water and wetting down their shirts. The music was cranking very loud, and several of the girls, as they got wet, started doing their thing, dancing and playing to the crowd.

The thin shirts became very transparent when wet, and there were a lot of nice breasts on display. I watched Kristi put her hands on one of the guy's shoulders as he sprayed her down with a bottle of water. She was laughing and tossing her hair back out of the spray, apparently having a great time.
The contest started, I guess, with all the girls at once, dancing and moving around on stage and vying for space and attention from the audience. It became obvious, with the wet shirts, that some of the girls had some pretty significant implants, which I'm not a big fan of.

Some of the boob jobs were better than others, but all in all I thought the natural ones looked best. They definitely moved the best. I figured a lot of the guys didn't care, they just wanted to see the biggest tits possible, and they showed that by whistling and cheering as the girls shook their boobs at the crowd.
The DJ restored order and announced that the first round would let each girl have one minute to herself to impress the crowd, and the winners would be judged by the decibel level of the response which they were tracking. This would decide five finalists for a dance-off.

They got the girls lined up near the stage and started the first solo dance. The first girl was cute, and had a very nice body. She concentrated mostly on shaking her tits at the audience, and was not very artistic with it, but she smiled and was flirting with the guys calling out various propositions to her, and she got a good response.

It went on like this, some better than others, and the crowd responded accordingly. The platinum blonde that I had noticed earlier came up about 8th, I think, and it quickly became apparent that she was or had been a stripper at some point. She had all the moves, and although they were not to take off any clothing (this wasn't a strip club, after all) she made a very good show of it and played well to the crowd. She got a very good and loud response, although the response from some of the women in crowd seemed less enthusiastic.

Kristi and I had been catching each other's eye from time to time, and she seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere and goofing around with the other girls. She came up in the 12th spot, I think, and got one of the guys to give her another splash before she came out to be sure her shirt was very clingy.
She looked at me and winked as she started, and I gave her a thumbs-up. I quickly saw that she was not going to just shake her tits at the crowd like so many before her had done. She is smart enough to realize that while her tits are very nice, and perfect on her body, they were not as big as many of the others and she wisely chose to use all her weapons.

She started by thrusting them out and letting everyone see what a nice shape she had, and how her hard nipples stood well out in front, the rosy color showing plainly. She pulled her shirt up exposing her flat muscular tummy, and on up all the way to the bottom of her nipples so that the rounded lower parts of her breasts were fully exposed, swaying and twisting as she did so. She was moving very well with the music, lean and graceful, and was getting a lot of whistles and cheers, including mine.

She flung her long blonde hair forward and looked out through it, flirting with the guys in the front row as she pulled her shirt back down, sliding her hands over her body and down onto her thighs, then turned and bent forward, her back to the crowd, and her gorgeous tight ass and long, long legs on full display.
The shorts, skin tight before, were now wet and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her tight round ass and beautiful pussy were clearly outlined through the thin nylon, and as she shook it at the crowd the place went crazy, yelling and cat-calling, whistling, shouts of "Marry me!" and less decent proposals flying. She had worked her magic, and seemed a shoe-in for the finals. Even the girls in the audience had cheered her loudly, which I thought was interesting.
Anyhow, to make a long story short, it panned out that way, she made the final five, although we all enjoyed watching all this beautiful young femininity on display. It was fun, and inspirational, if you know what I mean.

In the final they had a 3-judge panel, one of whom was the owner of the club, one a member of the local NBA Nuggets, and one a woman that was chosen at random from the crowd. They just wanted a woman on the panel.
Each girl was to get 4 minutes, and could pick her own music, and had to impress the crowd (and judges) with her, to quote the DJ, "dancing, sexiness, body, permisterality, and all-around wet t-shirt talents. Ladies, prepare to shake those titties!"
Yeah, he was a class act.
The platinum blonde had made the finals, and one very cute and very stacked little brunette with shiny hair and sparkling eyes. I could see those two being the hardest conpetition for Kristi, althought the other two girls were also very nice.
The little brunette went first, and she was a bundle of energy, dancing to a loud fast misterg and shaking all she had, which was plenty. As before, there was plenty of whistling and cheering, and the raft of lewd comments, but she played well to the crowd and noise, and did a nice job. I think most of the guys, like me, were in a state of perpetual arousal.

Then it was one of the other girls, who was also good, but a level below the last one, I thought, and she was followed by the platinum blonde stripper, who did a professional and sexy job, but to me seemed a little detached from it all. She looked pretty hot though, and got a good response. I think the judges liked her.
Kristi followed her, and she walked calmly over to the corner to request her music. She got spritzed down again, as before, and her music started up. It was very different, a slow sexy Latin beat with lots of guitar, not fast and raucous like the others, and as she began to move to it I could see that she had something different in mind.
Her body, long, lean, and toned, was on full display in her wet clothes, and she began to move very sinuously, in long smooth curves and graceful turns, not shaking and bouncing like the younger girls, or doing splits like the stripper. The whistles and cheers that had greeted her began to subside as everyone just watched. She caught my eye, and a soft sexy smile played over her full lips, and she began to dance just for me, holding my gaze as she moved. I was frozen, I couldn't even blink.

As she continued to move and undulate her body, staring into my eyes, she began to run her hands over herself, across her stomach and up to cup her breasts, palms flat and sliding across her hard nipples, then down her sides and onto her tight thighs, back up with her fingers on the inside of her thighs and slightly caressing her mound as she went past.

Again she turned and bent forward, legs far apart, and looked back through them at me, her pussy pressed tight against her thin shorts, begging me with her eyes to fuck her.
She had stopped dancing for the crowd and was now simply seducing us. She was using the slow music and her own seductive moves to hammer us all, and I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled, and realized that the room, other than the music, had gone totally silent, no whistles and catcalls, no cheering.
I heard someone cough, and heard a guy behind me say "Holy cuckolds brownie!", his expression of what we were all thinking. I was totally hard, and could not take my eyes off her, two things I shared with many others.
She used the rest of the music to press her advantage, the room strangely silent as everyone watched her every move, and when the music ended the place exploded in cheers, applause, and calls for an encore. I could see that she would be driving my Shelby for her weekend, but didn't care.
Kristi waved at everyone, smiling and thanking them. She was flushed with pleasure, excitement, and arousal, and seemed overwhelmed at the response she got. I think she was truly stunned that she was so popular and had been so well received, and I felt a little sorry for the girl that had to follow her, who came out and did a nice job, but was a little bit of a letdown for the crowd, I think.

While the judges conferred the girls all went to the back and got dressed before they announced the winners, and all 5 were lined up on stage as they gave the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place finishers. The cute brunette won third and got $250 cash.

I was sure Kristi would win, and was a little surprised when they announced that she had taked 2nd and the stripper had won. They got roundly booed for that, so the crowd apparently agreed with me. Kristi seemed very happy with that though, and handled it very gracefuly and with great sportsmanship, and was smiling and bubbling as she came back to me clutching 5 crisp $100 bills.
Several people came over to say that she should have won, including some of the girls that had been in the contest earlier, but Kristi was fine with it, she had really enjoyed the experience and found it very flattering to have done so well.
I was ready to go home and spend the night showing her how much I had enjoyed it, but she wanted to have one more take to cool off, so we grabbed a booth and I got us some takes. That was when it really started to get strange.
A guy came over and told her he thought she should have won, and how hot he thought she was. With me sitting there, he's telling her how hot she is. She smiled and thanked him, focusing her 1000 watt smile on him like she does.
Then 3 guys came over together and did pretty much the same thing, saying she got their votes, and she got ripped off, etc., and that no way that other girl looked better than her, and again, how beautiful she is.

She was focusing on them, giving them her complete attention and making them feel like they were the most important people in the room, which is something she does and which makes her so effective at her job, and they were lapping it up. They finally left, and we had a few moments alone.
"Well, you're the most popular lady in the room tonight I see."

She laughed "Oh Adam, that was fun, I'm glad you talked me into that. And I get your car!"

And to don't marry this girl???? Ohh she fucked someone else hummmm.
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Love the story, can't wait to see how it unfolds.

You have to share her picture with us. Sooo hot.
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Thanks contdoc and titsrfun, I appreciate your kind comments.


By the time the misterg wound down and I broke away from my cute little dance partner Kristi was dancing with another guy, a faster dance with a little space between them, which I thought was a good idea.
As I left the dance floor I caught her eye and we exchanged enough signals for her to know I was ready to go. Her partner caught part of the exchange, and I saw him lean in very close to speak to her.
As I got back near our booth I turned to see that they were still very close, apparently conversing over the din, and I saw Kristi toss her hair back and just break up laughing at something he'd said. They went back and forth a couple more times, then I saw him look over at me strangely, and scowl as the music wound down. They parted ways and Kristi started over to join me, turning down a couple of guys on the way.
It always strikes me that when a woman gets hit on constantly like this that it must get pretty tiresome after a while, but Kristi handles it with grace and humor, and I think she was particularly enjoying the fact that most of these guys were several years younger than her. Talk about a little positive reinpowerment!
I think her performance, and that everyone had seen her nearly naked made them feel like they knew her or had a connection of some kind, because the wolves were definitely slobbering at her heels that night.

She eventually found her way over to me, and sipped at her watered-down take. "Wow! That was fun! I didn't think I'd ever get away from those guys, but I was having a good time. You don't mind?"

I smiled at her. She was flushed and smiling, a light, sexy sheen of sweat on her face and neck. She looked tremendous, and I told her so. "No, as long as I get you back I don't mind. You look really sexy by the way, really hot, no wonder the guys can't keep their hand off you!"

I didn't say it, but what she looked was aroused and fuckable, and every guy could see it.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Oh Adam, I had so much fun tonight! Thanks for bringing me here, I'm glad you're not upset by all the attention."
I wanted to tell her that parts of it had made me pretty horny, it had been fun to see all these guys after something they couldn't have, and knowing that I would, later. I didn't say that, I figured she would think I was strange.
"Hey, what did that last guy say to you that made you laugh so hard?"

She laughed again, seeming embarassed. "Oh, you don't really want to know", still laughing.

"No, I do. Tell me."

She looked at me slyly. "He said I should dump the old guy and come to his place so we could have some fun."
She completely broke down laughing at the look on my face, which I'm sure was pretty funny, but not to me at the time. Old guy! Fucking hilarious! I was probably 5 or 6 years older than him, that asshole!

"Ha ha babe, really fucking funny! You know you're only 22 months younger than me."

"Yeah but I look better." Followed by another peal of laughter. She was right, what could I say? He probably thought she was about his own age, or she looked so good he didn't really care.

"So what did you say to him when he said that?"

She gave me her best flirty look. "I said he'd have to be hung better than the old guy for me to make that trade."

There was that 'old guy' thing again. I wasn't liking this. I'm 31 for Pete's sake! "And how did he respond to that?"

"He said he had 7 hard inches he'd share with me. I told him as soon as he grew 3 or 4 more inches to look me up." She laughed again. "He didn't seem to like that. I don't think he believed me!"

That explained the odd look and scowl he'd given me. I kissed her and began to steer her toward the door, digging the keys to her car out of my pocket.
"You better drive babe. While you were dancing and getting groped by every guy on this side of town I was takeing, so..."

She took the keys. "Oh, poor baby! I saw you dancing with that hot little chick. Why didn't you invite her home with us? I bet she would have accepted."

She had made comments like that a couple of times before. I always assumed she was just teasing me to see how I'd react. Actually, the idea of a threesome sounded really fun, and the thought of watching Kristi and another girl, oh man! I was really afraid to see if she was serious, because I was afraid if I took her up on that then she would want to bring another guy into a threesome of her own, and I was not very interested in that! I didn't want to owe her the reciprocal arrangement.
I changed the subject.
"Did you enjoy all the horny guys giving you so much attention?"

She answered honestly, which she does. I've learned that with Kristi, if you're afraid to know the truth, don't ask.
"I really did! I had so many hard cocks rubbing against me tonight it was amazing! And I swear some of those guys had 4 hands. I am so damn horny, I hope you're not too takes 'cause I need you to fuck me all night.
And maybe you'll put that talented tongue of yours to good use, you think?"

I was sure of it, and told her so. "You bet, when you wear out my cock you can have my tongue as long as you want it. I seem to recall that me doing you after I cum in you makes you pretty wild." The idea of all the guys rubbing their hard dicks on her was *******ing me!

We had arrived at her little Solstice,and I crammed myself into the passenger seat.

She moaned as she slid behind the wheel. "Oh god, now you're just being cruel. That almost makes me cum just thinking about it. I'll have to drive real fast."

She does drive fast, but very smoothly. You don't really get the sense that she is going as fast as she is because all her inputs are so smooth and subtle. I drive fast, but hard, so you notice the car is being worked, she just has a very light touch.
As she got out on the street and up into 3rd and then 4th gear, I slid my hand up her bare thigh, pushing her short skirt out of the way. The upper parts of her thighs were slippery with her arousal, even before I got to her sweet pussy, and as I slid my fingers between her swollen lips I found her soaking wet with her thick juices, slick and hot, her clit a hard knob against my fingertips.
She was obviously extremely turned on and her pussy juices were flowing freely, waiting for a hard cock to take advantage of the lubrication. She gasped out a sudden orgasm, just from my light touches.
"You're going to make me wreck my car, now stop it!"

"No. You don't really want me to stop, do you?" I flicked her clit to another quick orgasm.

"Oh fuck, oh my god, unh, unh, unh, oh god! No, don't stop, don't stop! Take your cock out, I want to see you!"
We had the top up, but still, it's a low car, anybody can look in. Fuck it, I didn't care! I used both hands to free my cock, rock hard and pulsing, jutting out toward the dashboard, and rubbed the juices off my fingers over my cock head.
I went back to fingering her with one hand, stroking myself with the other. She had to steer and shift, but kept her legs parted except when she had to brake or push in the clutch, which pinned my hand between her thighs in her steamy snatch.
I know some guys in a white pick-up got a show, and I suspect some others did as well, but we kept on until she pulled into the garage. She must have cum 5 times by then, and was panting and moaning.
I pushed the button to close the garage door behind us.

moore!

Love it but don't stop now I was going to do as you were about to and you stoped. Not fair.....more
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rubben & contdoc - well, OK then...


I got out of her car, my cock hard as stone and jutting out of my open zipper, and walked around to her side. She was getting out as I got there, and I grabbed her hand and pulled her up and out, turning her around and bending her over the hood of her car.
I pushed her skirt up and entered her from behind, deep and sudden, and she cried out in surprise, but pushed herself back against me to take me as deep as possible, moaning and swearing at me, begging me to fuck her. I did, hard and almost violently.
We were both so turned on that it had to be this way, raw and naturalistic. There were no soft words or touches, no stroking each other and building up to the act of sex. The whole evening had been the build up, and now all that was left was the fucking. We had never done this quite like this before, and we were both stunned by the urgency, but there was no slowing down, no turning back.
I slid my hands under the edge of her top and yanked it over her head, tossing it onto the windshield of the car, and crushed her breasts in my hands, pulling her hard against me as my hips bucked, thrusting my swollen cock again and again into her tight wetness. I pinched down hard on her erect nipples, pulling at them roughly, and she came hard, her pussy clamping onto my thick shaft.

We were both just grunting and making almost unintelligible noises, occasionally making a demand of the other or crying out as orgasm neared, and my hands slid down to grip her narrow hips as I continued to slam deeply into her, taking long fast strokes. She came again and again, announcing it loudly each time with her cries.
I felt myself about to cum, and knew I was almost at the point of no return already, even though it had only been a couple of minutes. I pulled out of her and turned her around, pushing her back so that her ass was up on her front fender, dropping to my knees and burying my face between her legs and my tongue within her soaked and swollen sex.

She was sweet and musky, and she came again, and I came up for air, looking up at her. She looked stunned, almost awestruck at the intensity of what had just happened, and I know I felt the same. She was flushed and panting, almost gasping for air, as was I, and I could feel that my lips and face were slick with her fluids.
She shuddered as the aftershocks of her orgasm wracked her body. "Oh god Adam! My god! Oh, god that was...god! What just happened?"

I stood, my cock rigid still, and leaned in so that it slid between her legs and pressed against her hot pussy. Her body jerked as the tip of my cock probed her ultra-sensitive crevice, and her nails dug into my arm.
"Well, I'd say that you got so turned on teasing all those stiff-dicked young guys that you needed to get laid just real bad. Damn baby, I've never seen you get so horny! You really got off on that whole scene tonight, huh? You really enjoyed that?"

"Me? Look at you! Your cock is huge and hard as a rock! I think all those guys wanting to get in my pants turned you on even more than it turned me on! Look how big and hard you are! Jesus!"

She may have been right, but I lied "No, that's from watching you and the other girls dance and all."

She was unbuckling my belt and undoing my buttons, sliding my pants down my legs, and she took my cock, still covered with her juices, into her mouth as she did so. I felt her tongue swirl around my cock head and probe my small slit, and groaned with the intense pleasure of it. She stopped sucking and began to tongue my balls instead, as I stripped my shirt off over my head
"God, even your balls are swollen up!" She laughed then. "Goddamn, everything is swollen and huge, look at you, that's amazing! Admit it, you got turned on thinking about all those guys wanting to fuck me, wanting to put their hard cocks in me, and fill me with their thick cum!"
She was taunting me now, and it was *******ing me with arousal. Just as I thought I would cum all over her face she said "Come on, let's go in. We have some unfinished business here."
She still had her skirt on, bunched around her waist, but the rest of our clothes were brownietered on the windshield, hood, and roof of her car, and we left them there. As I followed her into the kitchen I watched the sway of her ass, and could see the shine of moisture on her thighs.
It was too much, and I pushed her back against the kitchen counter and lifted her up so that her ass was on the edge, pushing her legs apart and again entering her tight, slick tunnel, feeling my swollen cock stretch and spread her as she cried out once again.
I could feel my heavy balls hit her tight ass and the hard edge of the counter, and in about 15 or 20 thrusts I was emptying myself in long hard spurts deep inside her pussy. Her heels were locked against my butt, powering me into her, and I could feel her nails digging into my sides and back as we both rocked through massive orgasms. I know I was making sounds, and words, but I don't have any idea what I said, and I thought I was about to pass out. Kristi seemed to cum just as violently, screaming, her back arching and her heels drumming on my ass.

As the spasms subsided I slid to my knees, my cock slipping wetly out of her. My hands were on her waist, my forearms resting on her thighs, and my face was level with her pussy. I watched as the white, pearly cum began to flow from her bruised pussy, and I leaned in, softly kissing her overworked sex and letting my tongue part her lips and gather the semen from her.
I used my tongue to spread the thick cum over her hard clit and red, swollen pussy lips, inserting it into her for more. I swallowed a great deal, but there seemed to be an inexhaustable supply, and it continued to flow from her. I continued to lap it up, and she had a small orgasm, then another, and a third, harder now.
She begged me to stop, worn out, and soon slid from the counter and into my arms on the floor. I sat on the cold floor, my back against the cabinet, and held her in my arms, looking down into her beautiful face. She looked sexy, aroused, exhausted, mussed up, satiated - all at once. Stunning!

She reached up and pushed my hair back a little. "Wow. Just wow! That was incredible! I think you wore me out, I can't even get up!"

I smiled and slid my hand between her legs, cupping her sex. I could feel my semen continue to ooze from her. "I hope I didn't wear that out, I may want to use it again someday. Right now I'm too dehydrated though, I seem to have spurted out all the fluid in my body."

She laughed. "I'll say! You flooded me, I can feel it still running out. When we can walk I need you to help me upstairs, then we can shower together and you can finish cleaning up your mess, then I want you to hold me all night."
That sounded good to me. "And then maybe some of that good morning sex?"
She grabbed my chin and shook my head a little. "God, you're a sex fiend! Of course we should have good morning sex, I'm counting on it. If my pussy isn't too sore."

"If it is I guess I could make the sacrifice and let you blow me."

She laughed at that. "Gosh, you're a real prince!"

Great story Stormy, really enjoy it. Thank you.

Keep those episodes coming.

Thanks Titsrfun, glad you're sticking with it. Didn't know when I started that it was going to turn into a novel, but I've got to tell their whole story!

I plan to try to post another couple of episodes before I have to be out of touch again for about 10 days or so with no access, so I hope everyone will be patient with me. If you get tired of waiting, you can always start again at the beginning. Just an idea

Super hot!!!
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So that was the contest that Kristi had told Kori and Ron all about, and about how we had reacted to each other afterwards. She had left out the juicy details that I've told you about, of course, but she did tell them how aroused the evening had left both of us, and how the idea of her with these other guys pawing at her and rubbing on her seemed to have had an unusually powerful effect on me.
And about how that, my own arousal because of her actions with these guys, had turned her on all the more. She had been blown away by the fact that I was turned on by her getting groped and feeling other guys hard cocks being pressed and rubbed against her, and she wasn't even aware that I had seen the one guy actually fingering her wet pussy.
This was too much, that my friends knew that I was aroused by my woman having near-sexual encounters with other men, and I was embarassed. Kori sensed it, and came to my rescue:
"I don't think that's all that unusual, you know. I mean, when you think about how gorgeous Kristi is, any guy would get off on watching her have sex. Shoot, I'd like to watch that myself!"

I remembered with disgust how hard I had gotten when I had caught her in the act, how seeing her sucking a stranger's cock had made me hard and how near I'd been to ejaculating in my pants when she'd straddled him and taken him deep into her pussy. Ron and Kori could never know about that!

Ron piped up "Hell yeah, I'd sure watch her! If you guys get back together and want an audience, you know who to call. I'll even let Kori join you and I'll watch the 3 of you go. Or shoot some video! Yeah, that's a great idea..."

I could see that Ron was getting into this idea, and I had to cut him off before he went off the deep end. "Forget it Ronnie, not gonna happen buddy."

Kori laughed at her goofy husband. "Yeah, you could just watch and jerk off while Adam took turns with us, huh? Or while Kristi and I double teamed him, you'd love that!"

She was just making it worse. "I think you guys are forgetting that Kristi and I aren't a couple anymore. Remember that small detail? And I don't think I'm too anxious for a menage, I guess I'm just not the type that can accept that kind of cheating too easily. Although if I wanted to do it, you'd be my first choice K, you hot little babe you!"
I was trying to shut them up, but I was also trying to take the sting out of it. Kori was not about to let me get away that easily.

"Oh, Mr. Noble here! You can't accept cheating and yet you've been banging a married woman for what, 10 years? 11? And even before that, when she was engaged. And you were married part of that time too, remember? Don't act so damn self-righteous Adam, we're your friends and we know you better that that, so get off it."

"Kori, don't beat me up about Izzy, I told you, that's different."

Kori wouldn't cut me any slack. "It is different Adam, it's way worse. You care about Izzy, you even admit you love her. Kristi didn't give a cuckolds brownie about this guy, she just felt like getting laid and he was a convenient stiff dick. You know she could pick up a different guy every night if she wanted to, and this was the only time she's done it since you two met."

"How do you know that?"

"Because she told me Adam, and I believe her. She'd have no reamister to lie to me, and besides, she can't. She's a terrible liar, you know that. Hell, she can't even bluff at poker!"

Ron had been staying out of this, letting his wife thump me, but now he joined the fray on her side. "Yeah, I've been trying to get her to play strip poker with me, but she's too smart, she knows she'd lose."

"Right Ronnie. Or maybe she just doesn't want to see you naked, did you ever think of that?"

"Ouch! It's a good thing I'm not easily offended!"

Kori had a good point, and I wanted to believe her about Kristi. I knew that Kristi could get picked up any time she wanted to, and in fact was quite adept at turning guys away without hurting their feelings.

The first time I had realized that we'd been dating for about 7 or 8 weeks. We were at the grocery store picking up stuff for the dinner I'd promised to fix for her. Just simple stuff, the makings for a salad, a couple of nice thick steaks, a couple of potatos to bake, a couple of other items that were on my list. I had a good bottle of Cabernet at home to go with it.

We were in the produce aisle getting the potatos and salad stuff when I remembered that I was about out of salad dressing, and I left her there collecting what we needed while I ran back several aisles for it.

When I returned she was standing, one hand on our cart, talking to a guy whose pose closely mimicked hers. He was tall, about my height, and probably about her age, with curly blond hair. Good looking I guess, if your taste runs to the hot-dog ski bum type.
It took me about 2 seconds to realize that this was the classic grocery store pick-up attempt. Hell, I've used it myself. I bristled, and stalked toward them, fully prepared to defend my harem of one.

As I got close, Kristi saw me and smoothly averted a confrontation. "Oh Adam, you're back. This is Tim, he saw the steaks you got and was just telling me about a great little steakhouse downtown."

Yeah, I'll bet he was. He was getting ready to invite her to dinner at that great little steakhouse, if he hadn't already. It's what I would have done.

"Yeah, well that's OK if you're feeling lazy. I generally like to grill 'em myself, that way I know they're perfect. But remember the name, maybe you and me can try it sometime if we're out slumming. Thanks for the suggestion Tim."

He could see that the situation had gotten tense, and we mumred our goodbye's as he took his leave.

We watched him go around the end of the aisle, and Kristi turned to me with a sly smile. "Wow. That was weird. Another second or two and I think you were going to start pissing on the racks to mark your territory."

My hackles were still up, and I couldn't yet see the humor in it. "What an asshole. Hitting on you while you're here shopping with me."

"Adam, he didn't know I was with anyone. He took a shot, you can't fault him for that."

She was right in the sense that if I saw her there alone I would have certainly tried to meet her. Still, I could absolutely fault him for it. "Yeah, well he should be more careful, you know?"

"Adam, honey, I know how to deal with that. You don't have to defend me you know. I'm a big girl, he's not going to steal me away."

"Still, it pisses me off a little bit."

She smiled up at me. "I can see that. But don't worry, I've been dealing with it since I was 13, I can handle them."

That knocked me back a little bit "13? Really? That's amazing. I guess us men are pigs, huh?"

"Well, it was mostly high school guys then, but I developed early and outgrew my gangly, awkward stage, so they thought I was older. But no, I was kind of insecure, so I found it very flattering. But the point is, I learned how to gently push them away. I can handle it."

I have seen that happen again and again, with minor variations throughout our realtionship. I had thought that when I put the ring on her finger it would let up some, which is one of the reamisters I had splurged on a fairly large diamond, but it didn't seem to slow the assault very much. Guys are horndogs around a beautiful woman, but I had learned to trust her to turn away all the offers. Until now.

"I know Kori. I know you're right, but why now? What did she see in this guy? Where did I let her down?"

"Adam, honey, it's not like that. I think she just wanted to try someone different for the excitement, the novelty, you know? A lot of us are like that, I think, men and women both. We just want to try something new to keep things from getting boring. She says she was thinking that she would tell you about it, pretend it was just a fantasy she had, and see if it turned you on."

It would have, as a fantasy. I think we all knew that.
"That's crazy K, this was no fantasy."

"She knows that now. Adam, she knows she screwed up big time. Go over there, talk to her. Let her apologize to you, and maybe she can explain. But you be fair, you be honest with her, and tell her about Izzy. She's hating herself right now, and you're just coasting when you're as bad or worse than her. I know you Adam, you're too big a man to let her keep hurting like this."

I could only hang my head. Kori was right again, she usually is, but I was ashamed about Izzy. Well, not about Izzy per se, I think the world of her, but ashamed that I was hiding it from Kristi, and cheating on her, and causing Izzy to cheat on her husband and 3 boys, and too afraid to admit to Kristi the whole tale. Because I knew she'd want me to promise to never see Izzy again, and I couldn't do that. Izzy is too big a part of my life, and has been since birth, both hers and mine.

Okay, out of town for a combined work and pleasure trip for awhile, back soon.

Don't worry still hot a second time
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After I had watched Kristi drive away that night, and Ron and Kori had stopped by and made me feel like such an ass, I did a lot of thinking. If my friend's goal had been to make me suffer for my own guilt in the current situation, they had succeeded.

I had undoubtedly given Kristi a number of signs that the idea of her fucking other men turned me on. I never realized how many times I had led her to this conclusion until I looked back over them all at once, and then I felt ashamed and embarassed at my own perversion. Had I not caught her in the act and she had told me the story as a fantasy, or as an experience she'd had before we met, I would most certainly have been extremely aroused by her story.
But the fact that I had caught her, that I had actually seen her fucking another guy and obviously enjoying it changed everything. Or did it? I remembered with considerable shame how hard I had been even as I was throwing things around and roughing up her lover. I also remembered that I had cum later that evening just from thinking about Kristi taking his hard cock inside of her, and about how his semen had gushed out of her.

I had to admit my own responsibility for her actions. Kori had suggested that I go over and talk to her, and she was right, as usual. I needed to talk to Kristi.
I decided to walk over to Wendy and John's house where Kristi had holed up. It's only a few blocks and I could use the time to clear my head and allow my erection to subside. Every time I think about her having sex with someone else this seemed to happen. Very sick.

As I got closer to their house, my feet started to drag. I had no idea what I was going to say, and I dreaded the discomfort and awkwardness that would be between us. I was relieved to see only her car in the driveway. Inside I had been afraid that maybe she'd have another man in her bed again tonight.
I stood on their front sidewalk and looked at the house. It was completely dark, apparently I had been too slow and Kristi had gone to bed. As I turned to go back home, a light flicked on in the upstairs bathroom window. I steeled myself and walked up and rang the bell.
I waited a moment before an interior light came on downstairs, then the light over my head on the front porch. Kristi opened the door and stood looking at me, surprised.

"Adam. What are you doing here?"

Not a warm welcome, but a legitimate question; I wondered myself. "Hi Kristi. Kori thought we should talk, so I came over."

"So Kori thought that, huh? What do you think Adam?"

"I think Kori is right. Can I come in?"

She stepped back and motioned me to come in, seeming a little surprised to realize she had not invited me in on her own. I followed her to Wendy's family room, noticing how nicely the short t-shirt she was wearing hugged her curves, and how it was barely long enough to cover her firm ass. Her soft blonde waves moving as she walked and the scent of her almost made me stumble over my own feet. God, how I wanted this woman!

I sat on their sofa and she took the chair across from me. Just this simple act spoke volumes about the gulf between us. Normally we would be together on the sofa, or in a chair or recliner, holding, touching, feeling and exploring each other. We could never get enough of touching each other. Even when she would sit astride me with my cock deep inside of her and just slowly move her hips, fucking me slow and gentle, our hands and tongues were always busy exploring, finding new places and new sensations. The six feet between us now felt like six miles.

We looked at each other, each waiting for the other to begin. Finally Kristi said "Well?"

"I... I guess I don't really know where to begin Kristi. Isn't that horrible? I didn't think the day would ever come that I wouldn't know what to say to you. I mean talking to you has been so easy, always, ever since we met, and now..."

"Oh Adam! I know, it's so awful! All of my plans and dreams for the future had you in them, and now I don't know, and it's all such a mess, and it's all my fault!"

I knew she was wrong, it was not all her fault, and I couldn't let her go on thinking that. "Kristi, tell me, and be honest. Did I do or say anything that made you feel like it would be OK for you to have sex with other men? Is there something that made you believe that, or is this just something you wanted to do?"

She looked at me for a moment, then down at the floor as she considered her answer. She was looking me straight in the eyes as she said "Both, I think. You always get so turned on when I tell you anything about my past sex life, and the more graphic detail I give you the more aroused you get. I guess that made me think you kind of liked the idea."

I couldn't deny what she said. Whenever she would tell me of a past sexual experience it was like some sort of exquisite ***, my extreme arousal at hearing her words mixed with the pain of picturing somebody else fucking her and my shame at my uncontrollable arousal and rock hard erection.
On several occasions I had cum as she described another's cock cumming in her mouth or on her face, or deep in her pussy. She was fully aware of how her stories affected me, but she had made it seem so natural that I had never been embarassed about it with her, until now.

I had to be as honest with her as she was with me. "Um, Kristi? This is tough for me to admit, but when I caught you fucking him, even though I was mad and hurt, it turned me on."

"Really? It did? It made you hard?"

"Oh yeah, it did that for sure. You don't know it, but I actually walked in while you were sucking his cock, and I couldn't look away, I couldn't talk, nothing. I just stood there and watched, and got hard, and then when you got on him and started fucking him, oh man!"

"What, Adam? Tell me!"

"Oh Kristi, I don't know! I think I stopped breathing for awhile, and I could see his cum on you, and running out, and I was so turned on I thought I was going to cum in my pants. Is that pitiful or what? What a piss-ant excuse for a fiance or boyfriend or whatever. If I had any balls I would have thrown you both out naked instantly, or grabbed a gun or something, I don't know."

There. It was out in the open, and she knew how ashamed I was, and I didn't have to feel like I was being dishonest with her. Or at least not about that particular topic.

"So? you must think I'm pretty pitiful, huh? Getting turned on while my woman cheats with another guy, right in front of me. Pretty sorry SOB, huh?"

"Adam, just stop it. It's not that weird, I don't think. I think a lot of guys like the idea of seeing their woman, or wife or whatever fooling around with other men. It's sex, and guys get turned on seeing sex. Well, so do a lot of women but we don't admit it as easily. Just accept it, it will be easier for you."

"OK Kristi, I know you too well. What are you trying to say?"

"Oh Adam, OK, here it is. I'm a one-man woman, I really am, and you're that man. Or I thought you were, I want you to be, but I'm not a one-cock woman."

I just looked at her, waiting for her to explain.
"I love cocks Adam. I like fat one and thin ones and big ones and small ones. Well, OK, not too small, 3" is just useless, but normal sized ones. I love your big cock, so long and thick, you're probably the biggest or 2nd biggest I've had, but I like the variety of different ones, I need it."

"So you've been doing this all along, the whole time we've been together?" I was shocked, to say the least.

"No, no, absolutely not, this was the first time I've strayed since we met, but it was *******ing me, especially when you were gone. I'm used to lots of sex, and you're great at that, but, well, no offense but your cock is always the same. I love it, and you, but sometimes I want a long skinny one, or to play with a soft foreskin with my tongue, or a short fat one, or someone that doesn't spurt so hard when he cums, that just floods me with cum. Or somebody that just fucks different. Don't you ever just want that?"

In truth I hadn't, not since I met Kristi. I knew what she meant though, I have been with enough different women to know just what she meant. I always marvelled at how different just Kristi and Izzy felt, and tasted, and the different sounds they make as they reach orgasm, and how differently they respond to my touch.
So OK, she just did what I had been doing, except it sounded like she meant to continue and even expand her activities. I hadn't heard any repentance in her words, or any hint that she felt she could quit if she wanted to.
I was going to have to decide how to deal with this, or if I even could. I should have told her then about Izzy, it was the perfect opportunity to open up and share my own weakness, but I wasn't ready for that yet.

"So, Kristi, Where do you propose we go from here?"

"I don't know, Adam. Do you think you could ever accept the idea that I like to have sex with other men?"

Truth be told, I was sitting there rock hard just from listening to her talk about it. My body was obviously more than willing to accept the idea, but emotionally I was not at all sure that I could. Or that I wanted to.
"Oh, babe, I don't know. That's a pretty big thing to come to grips with. I mean past experiences, sure, no problem, and the fantasy is fun, but hearing about current experiences and knowing you were doing it..."

I stopped, not sure where to carry that thought. "What if I say no, I can't accept it? Where does that leave us? You say you love me, and I know I love you, and we're supposed to get married, but this...what now?"

"You know Adam, it doesn't have to be such a big thing. Just think about sex as fun, as a recreational activity, and don't attach so much importance to it. Sex and love may be tied together, but they're not the same thing. I do love you, and I do want to marry you if you'll still have me, but I'm not sure I can stop wanting other men - just for their dicks though! Adam, I don't love them you know.

I just looked at her, not quite believing what she was saying. Apparently she wanted other cocks more than she wanted to marry me. If she wasn't so damn beautiful, and sexy, and sweet, and smart, and everything else I wanted and needed in my life I would have walked out. As it was I couldn't seem to make myself do so, and I sat there and looked at her as I died a little inside.

She must have seen the pain in my eyes, and she moved over next to me and put one hand on my shoulder and the other on my thigh, her face close to mine. She felt so warm, and smelled so amazing. I wanted her.
"You know that when I tell you about my past sexual experiences and it turns you on so much, that your excitement turns me on too, don't you? When I tell you about giving a blow job to a guy and your cock gets so hard it makes me really wet. You know what my fantasy is?"

I could only croak out a soft "No."

She got very close to my ear, and spoke in a soft whispery voice. "I want to tie you naked to a chair, facing the bed, then bring another guy in and strip him, right in front of you, and kneel down and take his soft cock in my mouth while you watch."
I could feel her hot breath on my neck, and her long hair trailing over my arm. Her right breast was against my arm, and I could feel her hard nipple every time she moved. My heart was hammering, and I couldn't speak.

"Then while I sucked him hard your dick would get all huge and hard, but you couldn't move. I'd make him take my clothes off, slowly, then I'd bend over in front of you and show you how wet my pussy was, and we'd both look at you, tied up and helpless, your cock sticking up."

She ran her hand up my thigh and touched my cock, which was every bit as hard as she described. "See. This isn't so bad, is it? Maybe you would find out that you really liked it as more than just a fantasy."
She continued to softly run her fingers over my cock, and I was afraid I would further embarass myself by cumming in my pants any second.

"Kristi, stop this. I don't think this is a good idea, and I find the whole thing totally repulsive. I don't want you to fuck other guys, and that's the bottom line."
She didn't pull away as I expected. Instead, she continued to *** me, and touch me, knowing I would not be able to resist.
"Your mouth is saying no, but your cock is saying 'Please, more!' Do you want me to suck it for you?"

God yes, I wanted her to suck me! "No, I don't want you to suck me. Now please stop." She didn't.

"So with you all tied up and hard, and him thick and hard, and me all wet, what happens next? Hmm, should he take me doggy style? Or maybe I'll just lay on my back and he can push my legs up over his shoulders while he pounds it into me and you can watch his balls slap on my ass. Or I could push him back and ride him, so you could see his cock slide in and out of my wet pussy. What do you want me to do next? Tell me."

"Kristi, please..." The front of my shorts were a tent over my hard cock, and a wet spot was showing where cum was leaking from me. She slid her hand up the open leg and squeezed my balls.

"You're not going to cum in your pants, are you? Because the blow job offer is still open. Let's see, where was I? Oh yeah... I think I let him do me doggy style, holding my hips and shoving his hard cock deep inside of me. You watch, your cock, leaking like it is now, and you hear me cum again and again, then you hear him groan as he starts to cum, deep inside of me, and you see his cock twitch, and pump spurt after spurt of his thick white cum into me, way up inside. Adam, are you about to cum?"

I was, very soon, but I lied. "No, I'm not going to cum. I have to leave now though, I need to get home. Please Kristi, I have to go."

"Baby, you can't walk home with your cock sticking out like that. Besides, I haven't told you the best part. After he cums in me I get up, and I come over to you. You can see the cum running down my thighs as I straddle you, and you don't want it on you but you're tied up still and can't move.
Slowly, very slowly I lower myself down onto your enormous erection, until my cum covered pussy is just brushing you, then until the head of your cock is just slipping between my lips and his cum is running down your shaft."

Her fingers touched my cock and it was over, I was cumming violently in my pants. She knew, and started squeezing and stroking me hard, drawing gasps and groans, and buckets of cum from me. "Oh Kristi, oh my god! Oh fuck, unhhh!"

"That's it baby, just cum, cum hard, oh yes, oh god baby, look at all the cum! You needed that , didn't you? That's it, just think about your cock pushing deep in my cum-filed pussy and get it over with, that's it."
She laughed, looking down at the still growing puddle of cum soaking through my shorts, as her hand continued to squeeze and pump my thick shaft.
"God, your cock is enormous! Are you ever going to stop cumming?"

"Oh, my god, I don't know! Oh, please stop, stop!" Despite the fact that cum continued to pump from me, I was in that post-orgasm phase where my cock becomes ultra-sensitive, and her touch was near painful.

"No, not 'til you're done. You're still cumming and I want to see how much." She pumped me for several more seconds, as my body spasmed uncontrollably. Finally I quit pouring out semen and she released me. I collapsed, limp and spent, back into the chair, taking a shaky breath. "Sweet lord! Oh my god, I think you *******ed me!"

She laughed again, and I loved the sound. "God Adam, look at you!. I've never seen you cum like that, your pants are soaked, my hand is covered, it's all over you. That was amazing. Apparently you really like the idea of me fucking other men while you watch, huh?"

"Oh Kristi, baby, that was a fantasy. Fantasies and reality are two totally different things. I could never watch you do something like that, I'd just die inside I think." I remembered the gut punch when I'd seen her the previous day.
Her face fell. "Oh Adam, I hoped that maybe..."

"Kristi, we need some time, or I do, to sort through this. I just don't know how to deal with it."
She stood and turned her back to me. "I'll get you a towel and see if I can find some dry pants for you to wear home. Will John's stuff fit you?" I could tell she was disappointed, or maybe angry.
"Probably not." I told her to look for something with elastic or a drawstring, I'm bigger than John. As she left the room, I stood and began to pull off my cum-soaked pants.

I came as I was reading that you were cumming. Are we going to see a photo of that beauty?
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That's prettty good timing on your part contdoc! A photo? Hmmm, I'll have to work on that.



OK, here goes:
She returned as I was trying to use my pants to wipe off some of the mess. She had a small towel and a pair of bright blue nylon running shorts, which she handed to me, and then stood back and watched me try to clean myself up a little bit.
Oddly, I felt very self-conscious standing mostly naked as she watched me. I mean, this was Kristi, one of only two women on earth with whom I've been completely intimate and open, and I thought totally uninhibited, and yet now I was embarassed that she had made me cum so easily and was staring at my nakedness as I tried to recover a little dignity. I quickly pulled on the shorts, which were, as I expected, much too tight.
John is about 5'10, but slender, maybe 165 lbs soaking wet, and these shorts probably fit closely on him.

Kristi smiled at my discomfort.
"Those are nice. It looks like you stuffed potatoes or something down the front of your pants."

That made me smile too, and eased the tension. "Thanks. Are you sure there wasn't maybe something a little larger in his closet?"

"Nope. Everything else either buttons or zips, you'd never get them closed."

"Swell. Oh well, thank god it's dark out. I'd better get home." I turned toward the door.

"Adam? Stay a little longer - we should talk."

"I don't know, I should probably go."

"Please Adam? We've always been able to talk to each other. At least give me a chance to talk to you. Here, give me your shorts, I'll wash them with some of my stuff and get them back to you."

Reluctantly I gave in, and held my cum-soaked shorts out to her. She took them and held them up, shaking her head at how soaked they were.
"That's just incredible. You just exploded all over. Did it feel as good as it looked like?"
I had to admit that it did. "Yeah, it was very intense. Almost painfully so, they say there's a fine line between pain and pleasure, and that was right on the line. It's almost like I'm still aching a little bit."

"It made me really horny too, seeing you do that."

I knew that it would have. Kristi can't see, touch, or suck a cock without getting all creamy inside. Part of me wanted to go down on her and taste her arousal, but another part kept seeing that stranger's cock thrusting and squirting inside of her, and his cum dripping out of her, so I resisted the urge to put my tongue in her pussy. Besides, I was still trying very hard to be mad at her.

When I failed to respond to her veiled invitation to help her with her arousal problem she took my shorts down the hall and tossed them into the laundry room. I was standing in the same spot when she returned.

"Sit Adam. Let's talk."
We took the chairs opposite each other again, so that we could look each other in the eye as we talked. As I tried to sit, the tight shorts crushed my balls in a vise-like grip. I groaned and tried to adjust, but it didn't help much.
Kristi noticed my discomfort. "Why don't you take those off? You look miserable. You can put them back on before you leave you know."

She was right, and if I was going to sit there very long there was no other alternative. I quickly stripped them off and sat, putting the slightly semen-dampened towel over my lap. She had the nerve to laugh at me.

"Since when are you so modest around me?"

"Kristi, can we just talk, please?"

"OK." She paused, and we just looked at each other. She's so goddamn beautiful it hurts me. I can't imagine my life without her there, every day. I don't want to live the rest of my life in a monochrome world, but she brings the light, and the colors, and the warmth and laughter, and now it's all screwed up. I feel close to panic. Maybe an anxiety attack feels like this, I don't know.

"Adam, what are we going to do? I don't want to lose you, I can't. I need you."

What a stupid asshole I am! "You should have thought of that before..."

"I know Adam, I know! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know what else to say. I should have told you - I would have, I didn't want you to find out like that. I fucked up bad and I know that, but haven't you ever made a mistake? Don't I even get a second chance?" Her eyes filled with tears.

She made a valid point. I've been known to make mistakes. A lot lately, it seemed like. And she was crying, which makes me weak.
"Of course Kristi. I love you, god I love you so much, I won't deny that, but that's why it hurt so much, and then you tell me that you don't know if you can stop having other men - what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to think? Tell me."

She pulls her feet up onto the edge of her seat and wraps her arms around her legs, leaning her head against her knees and crying softly. Her long blond hair trails down over her arms, and, perfectly framed between her ankles, her smooth, naked pussy draws my eyes like a magnet. I knew that short t-shirt would do this to me eventually, but is it wrong for me to notice the slick wetness of her arousal when she is so obviously hurting?

Without raising her head she says softly "Adam, couldn't you just try to be open-minded, just try it? Look how aroused you get - your body is open to the idea, try listening to your body and open your mind, you might find that you really like it."

I have the sneaking suspicion that she knows exactly what her pose is doing to me, that the view of her beautiful pink pussy is not just a coincidence, is not accidental. No matter, my cock tries to stir despite the recent action, and fireworks start in my groin.

"Kristi, do you really think I would come to enjoy knowing that you were actually fucking other men? Do you really think that?"

"Well, you wouldn't have to just know. I really do want you to watch me do it, that would really work for me. Wouldn't you like to see me suck a cock and then have it cum in me while you watched? I know you'd get hard and horny, and we could do it after, all night. That guy would just be the warm-up, the entertainment, you'd be the main act. They could cum and go, but you'd stay, always."
"Please Adam, will you think about it?"

I knew I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. I was geting hard again, and I'm sure she knew it.

Damn Stormy, you're *******ing me. Can't you write any faster?

Just kidding, thanks for the great story. I'm hoping for a foursome between Kristi, Kori, Ron and Adam. Ron's already said he wants to watch. Maybe a little girl/girl action between Kristi and Kori? Maybe throw in horny neighbor Sue and her husband Rick to add some extra excitement.

Anyway, keep it going.

Don't stop now. This is like wating a week to see the next episode of a TV show. Love to read the next one. Thanks for writting this.
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Tried a photo, didn't work. I need to create a jpg file. Maybe later.

It turns out you can't upload a PowerPoint doc. Is there a way to convert individual ppt slides to a jpg file?
Anyhow, on with the story...


I woke the next morning to a god awful racket and an earthquake hitting my bed. Absolutely scared the cuckolds brownie out of me, and started the day with an enormous adrenaline rush. Turns out it was an earthquake named Kori, aided and abetted by Ralph, both jumping on the bed alongside of me with her yelling for me to wake up while he barked and carried on in excitement.
When I got my eyes back into my head I fell back onto my pillow with a groan. "Good Lord K, don't ever do that! I could have had a heart attack or something!"
She was laughing so hard at my reaction that she couldn't even fetish out an insincere apology, and gave up trying.

I rolled onto my back, putting my arm across my eyes to block the light streaming in the window. The sun was apparently well into the sky. "What do you want, woman? What time is it?"
I am not always a morning permister, especially when woken suddenly.

'Well, I wanted to find out if you talked to Kristi last night, and how that went if you did, but now I see something I want even more. Oh, and it's almost 8:30."

Without even moving my arm I knew what she was talking about. I had the usual morning wood, and had unthinkingly rolled onto my back, and with me being naked under the bedsheet it made a pretty obvious tent. I groaned again. "Oh c'mon Kori, it's too early to have that discussion again."

"I think it's nice. Is it in my honor?"

"I hate to burst your bubble K, but it's just morning wood like all guys get. It's probably been like that for an hour. Can we not talk about my cock for once?"

She stuck her lip out. "I'd rather ride it or suck it than talk about it anyway." She reached over and gripped me through the sheet, slowly jacking her hand up and down my hard shaft. It felt incredibly good, and I got harder. But still, Ron is my best friend.
I grabbed her arm and disengaged her hand from me. "Kori, no. We're not doing this."

"Oh come on Adam, you're just wasting a really nice hard-on."

"Yeah, and you're Ron's wife, and you are supposedly worried about Kristi and me - why don't you go down and see if I have anything we can have for breakfast while I grab a quick shower?'
I gathered the sheet around me to stand up, but as I stood she yanked the sheet out of my hands and I wound up standing in front of her, bare-ass naked, with my cock sticking out obscenely in front of me. I stood with my hands on my hips, facing her while she looked at me. Mostly at my woody.
"Are you happy now?"

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Not as happy as I could be..."

I just shook my head. "To the kitchen you brazen slut. I'll shower and be down in a couple of minutes."

She trailed out of the room, my finely trained guard dog (hah) following her. I watched her go, admiring the bulge of her breasts in the side view, and the sway of her ass. I'll bet she is a really hot little fuck, she is so uninhibited about what she wants. I stroked my erection a few times, thinking about it. It felt pretty good.
I showered, keeping the water cool, then toweled off and put on shorts and a t-shirt to work around the house. I just ran my hand through my hair to get it where I wanted it, then headed down to join Kori.

I don't know how she did it with my meager pantry, but she had put together some great omelettes, peppers, onions, cheese, ham, the works. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her, kissing her neck. "Smells great K. Did I have all this stuff, or did you run over to your house and raid the fridge?"

"Mmm. More neck nuzzling please. No, you had it all, and it looked fresh. Kristi must have shopped before you got back. Pour us some coffee please, and there's OJ if you want it."

I got us both coffee and juice. Maybe Kristi had been planning on cooking for her boyfriend, since I wasn't due home for a couple of days. Nah, that was stupid, I wasn't going to think that way.

Photo would be great. What next.......
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