Adam's Journey

I had a light breakfast, cold cereal, and wandered out onto my patio with a cup of coffee. The day was warming up nicely already, so I whistled up Ralph and we walked over to Ron and Kori's to take a litle swim.
I had thought about changing into trunks, but decided to just go in the athletic shorts I was wearing, since I knew they were not at home. I slipped into the water and started to swim a few warm-up laps while Ralph paddled around and tried to grab me every time I got close to him.

Once warmed up I swam hard laps for about 30 minutes, and it felt good to work the kinks out and get my cardio rate going. Ralph swam for about 10 minutes and climbed out to lay in the sun, which is really more his style.
I eventually worked into cool-down laps, then quit and joined him in the sun, laying there thinking about Kristi, about last night, about Rain and Morgan. There was so much to mull ove and try to accept, or at least reconcile. I wasn't sure I was up to the task.
I wished Kori was there, she was a good sounding board and always helped me to see things from a different perspective. I've always been able to open up and talk to women, real emotional feelings kind of talk, more easily than I can to other men. Maybe that's normal, maybe it comes from a lifetime of having Izzy as the yin to my yang, or the peas to my carrots, to use a more Gumpian analogy.
Thinking that, I realized I should call Izzy. It had been a long time since we had spoken to each other, and I missed her.
I gathered my dog and my coffee cup, tossing the cold contents onto the grass, and walked back toward home. Halfway there I heard my name called, and turned to find Sue walking across the street toward me, her husband Rick behind her on the sidewalk holding a rake.
I stopped and waited for her, suddenly very conscious of how my wet shorts were clinging to me. I should have been more careful and changed, or at least made sure nobody saw me cutting across the lawns. Only Sue's house had the angle, but I hadn't expected to find them out so early.
She walked up to me and stopped, facing me, her eyes traveling boldly up and down my body and lingering hungrily on my crotch.

"Hi Adam. You're looking sexy this morning."

I smiled at her. "Mornin' Sue. You too by the way, I like the way that shirt shows you off." It really did. She was braless, and her big nipples jutted out, plainly aroused and visible through the thin knit of her t-shirt. I was just imagining what those big nubs would feel like on my tongue when she reached up and caressed one, then the other, causing them to stiffen even further. Very nice, very suckable.

"When are you going to come over and fuck me, Adam?"

"Jesus Sue, you don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"No, I want you to beat around my bush. So, when?"

I laughed. "I'm glad to see you've whipped that shyness problem. Did you bring a note from your husband like I told you to?"

"No, but I can do better." She turned and waved over at Rick, calling out "Come over here for a minute honey, we need to ask you something."

Rick dropped the rake on the lawn and walked over, his hands jammed into his pockets, and stopped beside Sue, facing me. I saw him glance down at my crotch and quickly back up, blushing when he saw that I had caught his look.

"Good morning Rick, how ya doing today?"

"Good Adam, how about you?"

"I'm fine, thanks." This was becoming almost painfully awkward. Sue jumped in with both feet.

"Ricky, Adam wants to hear from you that it's OK for him to fuck me. Tell him baby, tell him you want him to do it."

He was looking down at the ground, his face beet red. "I do Adam, I want to see my wife enjoying another man, and she chose you. Will you do it? It would be a huge favor to us if you would."

I couldn't believe my ears. Sue had not been lying to me, Rick really wanted this. Despite his obvious embarassment, I could hear the excitement and hunger in his voice. I thought about both Kori and Kristi pretty much saying I should do this, really to help me "grow".
I was uncomfortable with this, but decided to take their advice and go against my instincts to see just where this would lead.

"Rick, are you sure about this? Your wife is beautiful, I wouldn't be doing you any favors by screwing her, it would be my pleasure entirely, but are you really sure this is what you want?"

He spoke very quietly. "We're very sure Adam, I've thought about this and wanted it for a long time, but Sue was afraid to try until she spoke with you and decided you would be her choice. Now she maybe wants it even more than I do."

"I don't want to be a part of ruining your marriage. Both of you think about that."

Sue answered "We have Adam, and it won't. I love Rick, and I'm doing this for him although I'll admit I'm really enjoying the idea now. Come here for a minute."
She grabbed his arm in one hand and mine in the other and led us further back between the houses, stopping behind the shrubs where only my patio was visible. She turned to her husband and surprised me by unfastening and unzipping his pants and pushing them down on his hips, leaving his rock-hard erection exposed, pointing skyward and curving back slightly toward his stomach
With him standing there, hard, exposed, and blushing furiously, she said "He can't even think about this, much less talk about it, without getting totally aroused. He's wanted this forever Adam, it's his favorite fantasy, and you can make it reality. Look how hard he is."

I looked. He was rigid-hard, and breathing heavily with arousal. Sue had said he was average, and he appeared so to me, about six to six and a half inches maybe, and average thickness. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of, but it wasn't going to cause any eyes to widen or gasps of admiration either.

Sue said "See. Can I show him, Adam? Can I show my husband?"

I knew what she meant, and looked around self-consciously. She had chosen this spot well, we were totally hidden. "Um, I guess so. Damn Sue, this is too weird."
She ignored me and quickly grabbed my elastic waist band, untying the drawstring and pushing my shorts down to mid-thigh so that now I too was exposed, my cock hanging down free in the sunshine.
I heard Rick mutter "Damn!", and then Sue had a cock in each hand, one hard, one flaccid, and she was holding them on the same plane and looking down at us.
"Look Ricky, look how big he is. His cock is bigger soft that yours is even totally hard. Now do you see why I want Adam to be the one?"

She was right, I was slightly longer and noticeably thicker flaccid that he was hard, but I was humiliated for him that she was rubbing his nose in that fact. She was the only one not blushing now, and she was enjoying rubbing two cocks at once. I felt myself starting to swell and harden, and I grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Come on Sue, enough. We're not going to do this here and now, that's crazy."

"Just for a second Adam, I want him to see. He needs to know what will be in me, it will drive him nuts thinking about it."
She continued to squeeze and stroke as she talked, and by now I was near totally hard.

Rick stared. "Goddamn Adam, how big does your cock get? That's obscene!"
Sue released him and put both hands on my cock, jacking me in a double fisted grip, not quite reaching around me. The sight of his wife with my hard cock in her hands was too much for Rick, and he grabbed himself and with just two or three strokes ejaculated suddenly onto my lawn, a couple of short spurts, groaning as he came.
I pushed Sue away and pulled up my shorts, which did very little to hide my arousal, but I had to call a halt to this.
"OK, ok, I believe you really want this. I go back to Wyoming in a few days, so when? Before, or later, after I get back from my next trip?" I forgot, momentarily, that I was to go straight to Lake Powell after this next week of work. It didn't matter.

Sue jumped in. "Now, right away, we don't want to wait. How about tomorrow night, can you come over then? My parents have been wanting the girls to spend the night with them, we'll take them over there and plan on tomorrow night, OK?"

Rick was still slowly stroking himself, a string of semen hanging down and moving in the breeze as his erection softened. He agreed. "Yes, tomorrow is good, if it works for you."

"Uhh, god, I don't know. Sure, I guess so. What, about 8:00 or so?"

"8:00 is good, we'll see you then. Put your little cock away Ricky, let's go home and leave Adam alone. I need you to do me, this made me all horny."

That gave me an idea. "Wait Sue, just one thing."

I grabbed her and yanked her shirt up, bending to take one of her huge nipples between my lips, nipping and sucking at it. The tip, the hard part, was close to an inch across, and nearly as long, and it was incredibly sexy and suckable, as I had suspected. She gasped, then moaned, and ground her pubis against my hip as I moved to her other nipple, a***ing it as well.
Rick stood silently, thunderstruck as I tormented his wife, and as a final, parting shot, I pushed my hand up the leg of her shorts and pulled her very wet panties aside, pushing a finger into her as my thumb crushed her huge, hard clit. She came suddenly, pushing herself onto my fingers and muffling her cries against my shoulder.
I was fascinated with her big nipples and huge clit, and wanted more time to suck both. I was turned on and actually looking forward to the next night as I released her, sliding my wet fingers out of her and holding them up for Rick to see.
"Your wife isn't lying Rick, she's really horny. You better take her home and eat her pussy, it's really dripping wet. I'll just bet you love sucking on that big clit of hers, don't you?"

He didn't answer, they were both struck numb by the suddenness of my assault, but I wanted them to know what they were getting into. Sue's legs were shaky, and she held onto Rick as they walked away.
At the sidewalk she turned and smiled back at me. "Bye Adam. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night, I can hardly wait."
Rick didn't say anything, he just supported her as they crossed the street.

I shook my head at the odd turn of events, and went inside to call Izzy.

Love your work. The duality of Adam's permisterality and raw swxuality of it all. I can't waite to know what next. WHen I delive you are going in one direction, is change but still on an erotic way. More....
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Sue's not the only one who can't wait. Finally.........big cock boy gets to have his way with big tit girl amd her submissive husband. One of my favorite scenarios.

Thanks Stormy. Great writing.

So are Lisa and I.

Nice work Stormy, keep it up.

GH

I stopped at the sink to rinse out my coffee cup and pour a fresh round, and as I did I was surprised to notice that my hands were shaking, badly. I took a couple of deep breaths and blew them out between my teeth, laughing at myself and at the delayed stress reaction of my body.

Grabbing Sue like I had, suddenly, unexpectedly, and in front of her husband, had been way outside the box for me. I had powerd myself, against my instincts, to do it, and now my body was reacting. Not that I hadn't ended up enjoying it, I had, and was in fact still very aroused. It's just that I was acting on what other people expected of me, or what I believed they expected, not on my own initiative.
I shook it off, wondering briefly how the next night would work out. Sue was an amazing paradox to me, the sweet little lady and wife, good neighbor, innocent little strawberry blonde homemaker that turned out to be hotter than a firecracker. And her body, everything about it was just so sexually exaggerated, from the slightly wide, soft ass to the huge, soft, heavy breasts with their giant tell-tale nipples to her seemingly always wet and puffy pussy with its thick, crinkly lips and enormous clit, covered by it's fleshy hood.

She had this soft, Raphael-esque body designed for a man to lose himself in, and I had a hunch she could suck and fuck most men into ***ness if she wanted to. True, Kristi's toned, slender body is much more to my taste, but maybe the stark contrast to the women I usually dated was why I was finding Sue so arousing, so sexy.
Knowing her better, I was finding that she just oozed sexual need and desire, and her quiet little milk-toast husband was apparently not fulfilling that need. At least he had the sense to recognize this and push her to fuck other men, but I remained amazed that she had somehow chosen me, and that it had come this far.
As I walked back to retrieve my phone I thought about her body. I was intrigued by the her big nipples and had enjoyed the feel of them in my mouth, but I realized I was very aroused by her huge, hard clit. I've been with a number of women, not a lot, but had never seen anything close to that. I very much wanted to lick and suck on it to see her reaction, and I thought just maybe this was a little taste of how certain women had reacted to my large cock over the years. Something different, out of our ordinary experience, can be prettty exciting, I guess.

I carried the phone and my freshened coffee out onto the patio and sat down to dial Izzy's number. I didn't have it in the speed dial because of Kristi not knowing about us, but I always remembered it.
It rang twice, and then was answered by Izzy's husband, Paul.

"Hello?'

Oops, posted a segment twice! Sorry.

Dear stormydog,

I have just found your story. Very Very Good.

You should think about finding a publisher.

please keep it coming.

Thanks oliverra, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't know anything about finding a publisher, I think there are a lot of people that write erotic stories just for fun, and many are far better than I am.
That is a nice compliment though!

As for keeping it coming...


"Hi Paul, it's me."

There was a moment of silence, then "Adam? Is that you? It's been a while since you called, how have you been?"

Same old unflappable Paul. "Good, Paul. Well, mostly good. How about you and the boys, everything going OK?"

"Oh yeah, everything's going great, the boys are amazing. Cody is a constant joy, if we can keep him from breaking his neck. I suppose Izz has told you what a daredevil he is."

I thought about Cody, their youngest at 4 years old, and the special joy they both seemed to take in him.
"Yup, she's mentioned that he scares her to death. She says he has no fear, or maybe no sense. Sorry about that."

He laughed. "No worries, Adam. I assume you didn't call to talk to me?"

"No, no, it's good to talk to you. It's just that..."

He laughed again. "Hold on Adam, I'll go find Izzy."

The reamister he had made it a point to tell me about Cody is that Cody is my mister. Biologically speaking only, I mean. As far as who his man is, let there be no doubt that Paul is that man. No matter what else you know about Paul, you have to understand that about him. When I think of men I truly admire and respect, Paul is always at the top of the list.
I am a man. Ronnie is a man. Paul, well, he's a MAN, if that quality is measured by love, compassion, confidence, understanding, and absolute, abiding devotion to his family. If the day ever comes that I become a real man, with youngren of my own, I hope that I can be half the man that Paul is.

He and Izzy had always wanted a big family, and had each come from one. Paul is a Larmister, and was part of a large family of blond headed Swedes, and Izzy, Isabel, obviously Italian with a last name like Esposito, came from a large, traditional Italian family with 2 older brothers, an older sister, and a younger brother, coincidentally also named Paul. Except that since he is Italian it was always Pauley for him.

Well, anyway, a year or so after the birth of their second mister, Ryan (Paul Jr. was their first), Paul Sr., Izzy's husband, had gotten very ill, running a high fever for several days, and had almost died from a severe infection. He had recovered, but to their dismay had wound up sterile due to the fever.

Recovering from their disappointment, they had discussed a number of options, including adoption and artificial insemination, still determined to have more kids. It had been Paul that had suggested to Izzy that she ask me to man their young.
He knew about us by then of course, and had for several years, but somehow Izzy had made him understand that her relationship with me, although very much sexual, was something different as well and was not a threat to their family, and was something that neither she nor I had the ability to walk away from. We knew, we had tried many times, but I'll go into that more later, perhaps.
He had reconciled himself to the fact that two weekends each year, occasionally three, his wife would be with me and we would continue an incredible friendship (with benefits) which had started at birth for me and at 4 days of age for Izzy, because she was born 4 days before me in the house next door. I should speak more about that later as well.

But when they had decided to ask me to man their young, I was completely blown away. They had been in Denver, visiting family, when Izzy had called me.
"Hi Adam, it's me"

"Oh, hi Izz, what are you up to?"

"Well, Paul and I wondered if we could buy you dinner tonight."

I had known they were in town, but with Paul and the 2 boys along, I had not expected to see her. Having dinner with her and Paul, well, that was an extremely odd request.

"Um, oh, I don't know Izz, that would be awkward at best, wouldn't it?"

"No Adam, it's important. Please meet us."

I could hear in her voice that this mattered to her. Remember, I've known her since birth, we can read each other's every nuance. I agreed to meet them, and the dinner was nice, but quiet. Afterward, when we retired to a quiet corner of the bar, they told me what they had in mind.

I was honored to be asked, but shocked, and more than a little hesitant.
"Oh, I don't know guys. This seems a little too close to me. Aren't you afraid it could get uncomfortable?"

That as when Paul took over. "No Adam, you're perfect for this. You're tall, smart, and healthy, we even look a little alike." (I had never thought about that, but it was true. I wonder what that says about Izzy's choice for a husband.) "We wouldn't be going in blind like we would with an anonymous donor. And you would have no obligation Adam, I will be the man if this works out."
Izzy took my hand and stared into my eyes. "Please Adam? This is just right in so many ways."
I could never say no to Izzy. "Well, if you guys are sure. I guess I can go and fill a jar somewhere for you. When are we going to do this?"

Paul just looked at me for a moment. "No Adam, we're all adults, and we are trying to create a life here. That should happen in warmth and love and gentleness and peace, not in the sterile glare of a lab somewhere with steel tools. I already know that you make love to my wife, this time I'm asking you to do it for us."

Izzy had squeezed my hand. "I'm fertile now Adam, tonight."

And so I had taken his wife to my home, this being after Lisa but before Kristi, and had made slow gentle love to her, a couple of times, and held her in my arms, and we had made Cody that night. And now the little 4 year old maniac was giving them both gray hair with his antics. And he couldn't have had a better man than Paul, or a better lady than Izzy, a very lucky young. But that's that story.

And then Izzy was on the phone, and I poured out my heart to her knowing she was the one permister in all the world that would listen and not judge me, that loved me unconditionally, and I her. My one best lifetime friend.

Thanks Stormy. We all needed that. Beautifully written as well.

I think you underestimate your writing s*******s. Nice job Stormy.

Stormy

I'm sorry, I've been busy and haven't kept up.

That last piece was wonderful. Sometimes it's nice to write things that are more than masturbation fodder. That piece was an excellent example.

Thank you, I enjoyed it very much.

GH

peak & Tf2 - Thanks for the support. It was past time that I gave up a little of Adam's secrets about Izzy. Obviously I will have a little more to explain about her later.

GH - Thanks so much. Like you, I always worry that I will disappoint readers when I go for long "dry spells", with little or no sex, but the story sure seems better to me when you take time to more fully build the characters.
I appreciate all that have responded in these instances to let me know their opinions. Thanks to each.

Izzy and I made small talk for a few moments, catching up on the small details of each other's lives. It had really been less than a month since we had spoken, but that's a long time for us. It goes that way though, sometimes talking several times in a week when I have access to a phone, and other times we will go several weeks between calls. We always know that we can call, though, if we need a friend.

I needed to now, and Izzy sensed that.

"So, Adam, it's always great to hear your voice, but what's really on your mind?"

I proceeded to tell her of the events that had been twisting up my life, leaving out nothing. Things that would be too painful or embarassing to speak of to anyone else just flowed when speaking to her, and she listened, mostly in silence. She would occasionally stop me to ask a question, clarifying some point I had failed to include, and occasionally she would lend me what moral support she could, usually with a simple, sympathetic "Oh, Adam!" during the most painful parts. For example, when I had discovered Kristi with another man.

I spoke for close to an hour, and finished wrung out and hoarse, but strangely cleansed and at peace. When I stopped talking she waited a few seconds, perhaps to see if there was more still to come, then asked "So, what are you going to do?"

"Jeez Izz, I don't know. I was hoping maybe you'd tell me."

She laughed. "You dipcuckolds brownie, you know it doesn't work that way."

I laughed too, and it felt good. Her calling me dipcuckolds brownie always made me smile. That has been what she has always called me when I say something silly or stupid, intentionally or otherwise, probably since we were about 5 years old. She had picked it up from an older brother, I think, and had been scolded for it countless times before everyone gave up.

"No, I know Izz, I'm just kidding. I'm just so confused and hurt, I guess. All my best laid plans for Kristi and me seem kind of worthless right now, since I don't know if I can live by her rules. I just don't know. Tell me what you think."

"What I think? Adam, what I think is that I've never, ever, seen you as happy as you have been with Kristi. After Lisa I was afraid you were ruined forever, you were so depressed, and then you just drifted until Kristi came along, and then boom, you were the same old happy, easy-going, lovable guy I grew up with. She's good for you, and you know it."

She was right, but still, the cheating and fucking around... "I don't know Izz, I'm not sure I can take the fooling around and all."

She thought for awhile, and we were silent.
"Try it Adam."

"Try it? What the hell Izzy, it's not like buying shoes, it's watching the woman I love have sex with another man! I can't just try it!"

"I know honey, I know, but what does it hurt? You can walk away now, and always wonder if you did the right thing, if maybe you should have stayed with this woman that so amazes you, or you can do as she wants and watch her have sex and see if you can tolerate it. Or maybe even enjoy it."

"Enjoy it. Yeah, right Izz. Now who's the dipcuckolds brownie?"

"Give it a chance Adam. You said it makes you horny to think about it, and from the pictures you've shown me she's stunning. What's wrong with watching a beautiful woman have sex? I though all guys liked that. Hell Adam, she's so pretty I'd like to watch her!"

"Gosh Izz, I did not know that about you! You always seemed so straight."

"Funny man. You know what I mean. Anyhow, aren't you being a little hypocritical?"

I knew what she meant. She meant her and I, our ongoing affair which Kristi knew nothing about, and the fact that I had maned a young. That aspect, the young more than the affair, is what had kept me from telling Kristi about us. We had told each other early on that neither of us had any kids, and had decided that we wanted some together, something special that just the two of us could share in, and I was afraid that would hurt the most.

"I know Izz. Kori has told me several times to fess up to Kristi about you, but I haven't found the right moment."

"Listen to Kori, Adam, she's a smart lady. She loves you guys."

"But what if part of Kristi's conditions for staying together mean giving you up Izz? I can't do that, ever. You know that."

"Don't buy trouble Adam. Move forward and deal with what comes up when it does. You're such a worrier!"

"I know Izz. So that's your advice, basically just do it? I could have gotten that from a Nike commercial."

"I'm not giving you advice Adam, we don't do that. I'm just doing what we always do, helping you see what you already know."

She was right, of course, but I had a ways to go still. I changed the subject. "Hey, you've got a birthday coming up!"

"What an odd coincidence, so do you!"

"Yeah, Izz, but you're way older than me."

"Four whole days you big jerk. But I look way younger."

She was right about that, she was still a gorgeous woman with her busty but trim little body, raven hair, and dark, sparkling eyes. I laughed at our ritual. "You've got me there. What do you want for your birthday this year?"

She grew very quiet. "Adam, Paul and I would like to try one more time for a little girl. Will you help us again?"

That moved me deeply. "Isabel, I would be very honored to try to help you. I need to figure out this whole deal first, and if Kristi and I are going to be together, she needs to know first."

"Adam what if she says no?"

"Then Kristi and I will part ways, Izz. You know I'd never let you down."

"Oh Adam, I don't want to be responsible for that."

"What was it you said? Don't buy trouble, Izzy. We'll deal with it."

"Adam, I love you. Are you coming to the convention again this year, in November?"

I attended an industry convention and seminar in Houston, her hometown, every year. It was one of our semi-annual weekends together, following the convention.

"Planning to, why?"

"Because I think the timing will be about right, if it works out."

"It'll work out Izz. I love you too. Thanks for listening, you've been a big help, as always. Give Paul and the boys a big hug for me."

"Anytime, Adam. Do what you always do Adam, the right thing."

"Bye Izz."

"Bye Adam."

So, it was easy. All I had to do was figure out the right thing.



I will be gone now, until after New Year's day. Oregon for Christmas last year, Colorado this year, we like to go to the snow!
I hope you all have a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Be safe and well, and I will look forward to talking to you all again in a couple of weeks!

Thank you stormy- love this story and can't wait to hear what happens next. Have a good christmas.

Thanks for the great story Stormy. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you as well. Enjoy your time away.

Wonderful story, Stormy. You are very good at writing and plotting, not to mention getting inside the heads of your characters. You have a novella, if not a novel, in the works. I have to admit there are some aspects of the story that hit close to home, which might explain part of my interest. Happy Holidays and a good New Year.

triptix & Tf2 - thanks for the warm wishes, we had a great trip and just got home late on New Years Eve, but slightly earlier than anticipated. I hope you both had a great holiday.

drfarmer - I have to admit that I didn't anticipate this turning into such a long story, but I'm glad to hear you are enjoying and even relating to it in some ways. Thanks for the holiday wishes, I hope your has been good as well.
I hope to get my thoughts organized and another chapter posted in the next few days.

Thanks again to all that have responded and/or read the story so far. Happy New Year!

I sat there for a few secomds, just thinking about what Izzy had said, and enjoying the warmth I always felt after talking to her. It just felt good to me, and I know she felt the same.
You might wonder how it is that we had known each other since birth, loved each other dearly, and had wound up not marrying each other. I've wondered that too, many times, and never more so than when my marriage to Lisa had crashed and burned. But she was married to Paul by then, and that's probably a good thing or there's no telling where the rebound might have taken us.
The truth is that we had somehow known, even as dumb teenagers, that marrying each other would be a great way to fuck up an incredible friendship. We could love each other, we could support each other, we could even have an amazing physical realtionship, but we could not be responsible for each other's happiness, it just wouldn't work.

We had been each other's first everything; first playmate, first friend, first "play doctor, you-show-me-yours and I'll-show-you-mine" partners, experiencing all the growth and changes we each went through together right on up through our teens. We had explored our world, experienced family life and love and tragedy together, pushed boundaries, and become totally dependent on each other as yin and yang, as I mentioned earlier.

I'll give you a couple of examples, hopefully brief, of the type of things that brought us so close:
The first one, kind of funny in retrospect, had occurred when we were out ice skating. Where we grew up, near Chicago, we used to skate every winter on the river that ran near our homes, and could go several miles up or downstream. We knew the couple of spots where the current made the ice thin, and avoided those. Although in the heart of civilization, the river seemed like a wilderness with the banks lined with trees and the stillness of winter settled over it, and in many places no homes or roads were visible, and no traffic sounds could be heard.
On that day Izzy and I were out skating together, as we often did. I think we were about 10 years old that winter, maybe 11, and we would skate until our toes and fingers grew numb from the cold and our laces were so iced up they were impossible to untie, then recover our shoes from where we'd left them on the bank and put the guards back over our blades and walk home in our skates (to either of our homes) for hot chocolate.

Way up river, about an hour or so into our skate, I was suffering the usual bursting bladder from the cold and had to stop to pee. We were used to this, and comfortable with each other's bodies by then, so it was no big deal. Izzy decided she'd take advantage of the stop as well, and stepped into the snow near the bank, by some bushes, and dropped her pants to squat down. I stayed at the edge of the ice and just peed onto the snowy bank, my fingers savagely cold on my little dick, but at least I could keep my pants up. I felt bad for Izz, having to expose her whole butt and all, but that's the way it is, and I was clowning around and writing my name in the snow, as young boys will do.
Izzy had started first, and finished first, and came back and stood and watched me pee, and write.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm writing my name."

"No. Really? That's stupid, Adam."

"Yeah, but it's fun. You're just jealous."

"Am not, you're gross."

I finished and tucked everything away where it was warmer, and Izzy stepped over and looked at my handiwork, my name clearly spelled out in faint yellow tracks in the snow.

"I want to write my name."

"I don't think you can Izz, you'd get your footprints all in it and mess it up."

"No dipcuckolds brownie, I know that. I want to write my name using your, um, pencil." She laughed at her own joke, as did I.

"Oh. But I don't have to go anymore."

"You're such a dummy sometimes. I meant next time, OK?"

"Oh. OK, I guess, but you'll have to write in cursive, I can't do block letters."

She pushed me into the snow, where I fell, laughing at her, and she jumped on me, and we wrestled around and got snow down each other's backs, then went home and warmed ourselves with hot chocolate, and I forgot all about it until the next weekend.
We had gone downriver this time, heading for the lake and the dam, when again I had to go. Izzy remembered.

"Can I write my name this time? You promised!"

This was going to be weird, but I had said OK.
"Um, sure, I suppose. Let's go over here."

We found a pristine snowbank, and I unzipped and opened my pants, pulling my little penis out, and Izzy took it between her thumb and two fingers.

"Jeez Izz, your hands are cold!"

"Sorry. OK, I'm ready, go ahead."

I couldn't. I tried, I really did, but with her fingers holding my little dick I just couldn't go.

"C'mon Adam, I said I'm ready."

"I'm trying, give me a second." I concentated, I closed my eyes, I tried to push it out - no luck.

"Um, Adam, what's happening? Your thing feels like it's getting harder. Is it freezing?"

"No, sometimes it just does that. I don't know why."

"It's getting longer too, look, it's just sticking straight out!"

She was right, it was, like a little 3 inch finger sticking out, and as she touched me it felt really strange. Good strange, but strange.

"It feels funny Adam, kind of neat, and it's really warm."
She was rubbing her fingers on it, back and forth.

"Oh! It's making me feel all funny Izz, maybe you should stop."

"But you didn't go! You said I could write my name."

"I know, but I can't right now. Maybe later."

She had continued to hold me and feel my strange hardness while we argued, and suddenly a strange ripply feeling went through my belly and my muscles all seemed to go crazy, and my little dick got very hard and I became very focused on it, and I grabbed her arm and held it, pushing myself into her hand.

"Oh gosh Izz! OH, OH!"

"What's wrong, did I hurt you?"

I was gasping. "No, no, it didn't hurt. It just felt weird, but really good! Gosh, that was weird!"
I looked down to see one tiny clear drop of fluid escape the tip of my dick and suspend briefly on a clear thread before dropping into the snow. She had just given me my first orgasm, which we realized some months later, and I was instantly addicted.
When things had settled down, I wrote her name in the snow, and she was satisfied with that since her attempt had gone so badly awry.

Later, when we were a little older, I would give her her first orgasm as well, and that was the story of our formative years, living and learning together, helping each other, experimenting, testing, discovering. I look back with great fondness to those years, although I caused many of my own orgasms before Izzy caused another.
She has been the cause of many since that time.

Stormy

Nice story

GH

Nice story of Izzy. If she wasn't someone real from your youth, you really should take up writing professionally. Now all you have to do is to do the right thing ... and somehow get back with Kristi. Maybe ..

GH & peak - Thanks, I know it was kind of a sidetrack that doesn't really fit with this site's theme, but I felt I should expand Izzy and Adam's relationship a little bit. It stretched a little longer than I intended, so if I decide to add any more to their relationship I'll do it later, maybe, if the opportunity presents itself.
peak, Izzy is kind of a conglomerate of 3 girls from my youth, one of whom I was very close to, although we've lost touch. There is a true story of her that I was going to use for Izzy, but I'm torn on using it. We'll see.

After getting off the phone with Izzy I decided to get cleaned up a little and walk over to see what Ron and Kori were up to. I figured they'd be home from their breakfast with Rain and Morgan by then, if they weren't already.
I decided I didn't need a shower after my swim, so I just ran a comb through my hair and put on a little deodorant and clean clothes, shorts and a t-shirt. I tried again to call Kristi before heading over, and again she didn't take my call. Damn stubborn woman! I left her a voice mail to please call me, but knew she wouldn't.
I also checked my email, and saw I had several, including one from Izzy which I didn't open right then, having just spoken to her. If it was important, she'd have mentioned it.
I whistled up Ralph. "Come on goofball, let's go see Kori!"

That was all he needed to hear, he ran straight across to their yard and disappeared onto their patio. He loves Kori, but everyone does. I heard them hollering at him, and figured he'd barged into something, but at least I knew they were home.
I smelled paint as I got closer, and rounded the corner to find them both with brushes in hand, trying to keep Ralph out of the can of stain they were using to refinish their redwood patio furniture. Ralph obviously wanted to help, and evidently planned to use his tail as a brush. I grabbed him and pulled him back, and got him settled down, then turned to look at Kori.
She had dressed for the job in a tiny old bikini, bottom only, apparently figuring that the stain would come off skin easier than out of clothes. Brush in hand, hair pulled back, tits out and a light sheen of sweat and several red splashes of stain on her skin, she looked sexy as hell. In case you haven't figured it out, Kori has a strong streak of exhibitionist in her, and pretty much displays it around anyone at anytime, but she seems to take special pleasure in tormenting me.
I said hi to Ron, and bent and gave Kori a quick kiss, avoiding the wet stain on her and her brush. I wasn't sure if she was getting more stain on the furniture, or on herself.
"I love your outfit babe. Did you find that at the paint store?"

She smiled and shook her tits at me. Knowing I was looking at her, her nipples obligingly puckered up.
"Hi Adam. Are you going to help me get the paint off me when I'm done here?"

"You bet. What's more sexy than a mineral spirits rubdown?"

Ron cut in. "Hey, I thought that was my job! That's the only reamister I'm doing this instead of hiring someone!"

"That's a good point Ronnie, how come you don't just hire somebody to do this kind of stuff? You can afford it."

"Look at my assistant Adam. Do you think I should hire some hairy, smelly guy to hang around here when I can watch her do the job? Do I look stupid to you?"

He had a very valid point. "Ah. I understand. Do you by any chance hire her out? I have a couple of rooms I'd like to watch her paint."

Kori piped up. "Hey, all this talk of hiring your wife out to another man and people watching me work naked is getting me turned on. You better quit if you want me to finish this job. Are you going to help us Adam, or just watch?"

"Just watch, I think. Someone has to supervise. Can I grab anyone a beer?"

"Chauvinist pig. You can get me a beer, and you know you don't have to ask Ronnie, he never turns down a beer."

I grabbed three from their patio bar fridge, icy cold, and popped them open and delivered them, then sat down to watch them paint. Well, let's be honest. I sat down to watch Kori paint, and it was well worth watching, her soft tits swaying as she moved, her tan skin and smooth muscles moving with her work, bending and flexing. I found it quite arousing, and I think K was getting horny knowing I was watching her. She intentionally showed off for me, giving me good angles from which to admire her body.

I know the thought of hiring somebody to do their chores like this just never occurred to Ron, he hadn't come from money. He had worked his own way up, and was used to doing for himself, and didn't mind hard or tedious work. He would never hesitate to blow a fortune on fun, or on friends, but he didn't see any sense in paying for stuff he could do himself. Unique guy, and one of the reamisters I love them.

"Hey, have you no shame man, sitting there ogling my wife?" Ronnie was grinning at me.

"Sorry, but she's just so ogle-able. You wouldn't begrudge a lonely man the pleasure of looking at a beautiful woman, would you? Especially a beautiful and almost naked woman. If so, I'd better leave, 'cause I can't seem to take my eyes off her."

Kori stopped and smiled at me, brushing back a few loose hairs, completely at ease with her nudity. "So, you haven't heard from Kristi yet, I take it?"

"No, she won't answer my calls. Will you call her later for me, and make sure she's OK?"

"Sure. If you'll tell me everything that happened last night between you guys and Morgan and Rain."

"Yeah, OK, in a while."

"They were weird this morning Adam, it was like role reversal. Rain was all bubbly and self assured and Morgan was very quiet and subdued, like he had lost his self-confidence or something. Not at all like last night."

Ron was listening to us. "Now that you mention it, you're right! I knew something was off-kilter this morning. That was odd. What the heck did you guys do to them last night?"

So I told them the whole story, start to finish, details about me and Rain and as much as I knew about Kristi and Morgan, and what had happened at our house after. They were shocked, I think, more at my behavior than Kristi's, and kind of glad to hear about Morgan being humiliated.

Ronnie just looked at me for a second, then said "So you drilled his cute litttle wife, huh? Good for you, I bet she's ruined for him now after you cracked her. He was kind of an ass anyhow, he deserved it."

"It wasn't like that Ronnie, it just happened. She's really very sweet and vulnerable, I'm not all that proud of what I did you know."

"Don't be such a softie Adam, he was trying to get in Kristi's pants all night. Slam his wife and leave her dripping and wanting more, for Pete's sake."

"Come on Ronnie, let it go. Rain is really very nice, I didn't do her to hurt him, I really liked her."

Kori took my side. "Leave him alone Ron, Adam's not like you, he just treats women nicer. You know how he is."

I was thinking; yeah, I always treat women so nice. So why was I so ashamed of the way I had treated Kristi, and now about lying to her and hiding Izzy and her mister, my mister, Cody, from her for so long?

Great Mate, keep it coming. Oh Yes Happy New Year

They finished up with the painting as I finished up my beer, and Ron took the brushes to put in a can of thinner for cleaning. Kori stood and retrieved the container of mineral spirits and a rag, and stood holding them, hip cocked seductively.

"So, are you sure you don't want to help me get this stuff off of me?"

It was incredibly tempting, she had several splotches of red stain on her arms and hands, one of which she had managed to rub across her cheek and nose, a big drop she had splashed on her thigh just below her bikini that had run down her leg about six inches or so, and the best one of all, a big smear on the underside of her upper arm which she had by now smeared all over the outer curve of her left breast. She was one sexy mess.

Ronnie, looking on as he cleaned the tools, said "At least help her with that stuff on her face Adam, I don't want her getting that cuckolds brownie too close to her eyes. Kori, you quit trying to corrupt my friend, if he's too much of a prude to grope a tit when offered, don't power him."

Sighing, knowing I was being used (albeit in a friendly way), I took the rag and moistened it with the liguid and began to gently clean the stain off of Kori's face. She stood disconcertingly close, staring up into my eyes as I dabbed the stain from her face. I could feel the heat off her body, and thought I could smell her feminine sweat scent over the thinner. My heart was pounding.

"Mmm. You have a very gentle touch Adam, for such big hands."

"Close you eyes K, I need to get this part that you got on your nose. Did you accidently get any of this on that furniture, by any chance?"

She closed her eyes, but stuck her tongue out at me, and I finished with her face and moved to her arms and hands, getting between her fingers and around her wedding ring. Soon all I had left was the smear on her breast and the dribble down her thigh. I tried to hand her the rag to finish herself, but she wouldn't take it.

"Finish the job stud, it's the least you can do after takeing our beer."

"Kori, come on. You can do the rest yourself."

"Nope, you started, now finish." She turned and pulled her arm back, thrusting her breast out at me. Her nipples were hard and erect, and I knew she was enjoying this immensely, seeing my loss of composure. I tried to act calm as I re-wet the rag.
I dabbed gently at the side of her tit, trying to only touch her with the rag and not my fingers. Her husband was sitting there watching us, for Pete's sake, a big smile on his face, enjoying my discomfort.
My hands shook, which Kori noticed and immediately burst out laughing.

"Look at you Adam, a grown man and you're shaking like a teenager touching his first tit. You're so funny! Here's how you do it."

She took my left hand and brought it up under her breast, placing the weight of it in my hand and lifting it so that I could get at the entire stain, then took my right and began to rub at the stain with the cloth I still held. Once she was convinced I was competent to do the job, she let go of my hands and just watched me.
I was extremely conscious of the warmth, weight, and softness of her breast in my hand, and could feel the rubbery hardness of her nipple against my fingers. I couldn't help myself, I softly squeezed her tit, letting my fingers move ever so slightly across her hard nipple, and I heard her moan, very softly, deep in her throat. I don't think Ronnie heard her, thank goodness.
My cock was hard and erect, but at least this time I was dressed in a way that didn't announce that fact. I continued to clean the stain off her milky flesh, finally getting it all, but I didn't release her right away. I acted as though I had missed some and continued to subtly squeeze and touch her, feeling incredibly aroused. And guilty.

Finally I released her and kneeled in front of her to clean her leg. After handling her breast this should be easy. Her back was to Ron, so she blocked his view of my probably bright red face. I rubbed at the dried trickle of stain on her thigh, again very aware of the heat and feminine scent of her body.

She put her hands on my shouders and leaned down so that her mouth was close to my ear, and whispered to me.
"Are you hard, Adam?" She knew I was; she smiled knowingly at me.
"My pussy is soaking wet. Can you tell?"

My face was inches from her, I was pretty sure I could tell, but she took my hand and pressed my fingers up between her legs, against her sex. She was very hot, and very wet, and my balls ached for release.

I whispered back to her, my voice barely audible "My god Kori, what are you doing? Please stop."

She laughed then and stepped away, making a big show of it. "Stop, Adam, you got it all, and anyway that tickles."
She walked to the shower near the pool and pulled the chain, rinsing the chemical from her skin. I stood and escaped to the bar to grab another beer. Mostly I wanted more distance between me, Kori, and Ron.
I needn't have worried, she left the shower and dived directly into the pool and Ron caried the painting supplies to the garage, apparently oblivious to the fact that his wife had me ready to cum in my pants.

Ron came back and jumped in the pool himself, just to cool off. I don't think he had gotten a drop of paint on himself, but he's very meticulous.

Kori swam to the side and looked up at me, her gaze lingering on my crotch. "Join us Adam? You look like you could stand to cool off." She winked at me.

"No, I swam while you guys were at breakfast. I have some stuff I need to do around the house. I'll see you guys later, why don't y'all come over this evening and I'll grill some steaks or something?"

Kori smiled again. "I've got some chicken marinating in the fridge. You like breasts, don't you?"

"Yeah K, I love breasts." We let that hang in the air a moment. "Bring your breasts over and I'll do 'em up for us. I'll get everything else though, you guys have been feeding me a lot lately, so just show up. About 7:00 or so, OK?"

Ronnie spoke up. "Me and my wife and her breasts will be over later Adam. We'll bring some chicken too. Let me know if you need any help with your chores, otherwise we'll see you this evening."

"Kori, don't forget to call Kristi for me, OK?"

"Oh, sure Adam, no problem. Later."

With a sigh of relief I made my escape, leaving Ralph with them, my balls still aching.

Thanks oliverra, and likewise!

Love your writing Stormy. Hope your time away was enjoyable. Thanks for the new installments, great reading.

Tf2 - Thanks, we had a good time, caught up with some friends, played a little, drank a little, ate too much, and observed the holidays. Hope you had a good one as well.

I got home and made myself a sandwich for lunch, and sat there thinking about Kori as I ate. I'm not sure why she likes to *** me like she does, but I know she really enjoys herself. I'm sure I could have put an end to it, but I hate to spoil her fun. If I sat down with her and had a serious talk, or perhaps even told Ronnie how uncomfortable she sometimes makes me and asked him to take it up with her I'm sure she would back off.

I guess the truth is that I kind of like the excitement and danger of it a little myself. It's quite a rush sometimes, and it's always flattering to have a good looking woman after your body.
Ronnie knows she teases me, but I'm pretty sure he has no idea how far she takes it sometimes, or how far she talks about taking it. As much as we both enjoy the game, I don't want to do anything to hurt Ron or damage their marriage. I resolved to be more careful and not put myself in a position where things could get out of hand.

Then I remembered I had promised to go spend a week alone with them on a boat. Crap, this was not going to be easy!

I finished up my lunch and jumped into my chores, first turning off the power so that I could replace a sticky timer on my sprinkler system. That job turned out to be much faster and easier than anticipated, so I went ahead and started the nasty job of reworking the retaining wall around the raised beds out front.
The ground had subsided and the concrete landscape blocks were collapsing in one area, so I had to tear it down, fix the surface problem, and rebuild it. I could have used Ronnie's help on that heavy job, but I knew if I asked he would spend all afternoon helping me, and I didn't want to use up all his down-time for him, so I just launched into it myself.

I had stripped down to shorts, gloves, and shoes, and was to the dirt hauling phase when I saw Sue come out with her two girls and walk to her car. She looked nice, and was carrying a purse, so I knew they were headed somewhere. I waved, and she waved back then stopped and said something to the girls.
The girls ran for the back yard as Sue turned and crossed the street, and I saw them climbing on the swing set and faintly heard them jabbering at each other as Sue approached me.

"Hi Adam. Working again, huh? Every time I look over here you're out here working hard and looking all sweaty and sexy."

"Right Sue, except it's more like dirty and smelly. You look great though, and you smell amazing."
She did too, in a nice little summer skirt outfit that showed off her lush figure, and her scent was one of those 'please bury your face between my boobs' scents that some women insist on wearing. And then they wonder why guys follow them around and ogle their bodies.

She seemed to swell a litttle with the compliment, obviously pleased that I'd noticed.
"Well, I'd take you just as you are Adam, I like that whole sweaty macho male thing. Get me dirty and sweaty anytime! I bet your balls would be all musky and salty tasting."

Shocked a little, I laughed. "Damn Sue, I always took you for the prim and proper little wife and mom, and now you're embarassing me!"

She smiled and ran her fingers across my sweaty chest, pinching my nipple, then licked her fingertips. "Mmm, salty. Actually, I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes, if you don't mind. There are some things you should probably know about Rick and me if you're still planning on coming over tomorrow."
She looked at me, hopeful I think.

I smiled at her. "You couldn't keep me away now Sue, but I've got to tell you that the whole idea of Rick being there to watch us freaks me out more than a little."

She paused for a moment, then said softly "How would you feel about him touching you?"

Alarm bells! "What do you mean?"

"It's part of the fantasy for him Adam, to prepare his wife for her lover, to prepare the lover to fuck his wife, to touch us and, you know, help us while we're fucking. He even thinks he wants to lick me clean after you cum in me. And you too, if you'll let him."

"Oh Sue, I don't know! This is just all too fucking weird. The whole gay thing just does nothing for me, sorry."

"He says it's not a gay thing."

"You're talking about him possibly sucking my cock, or licking my cum off of us, and that's not a gay thing? How does he figure that?"

She seemed embarassed, hesitant to tell me. "Sue?"

She wouldn't meet my eyes, and kept looking down as she spoke.
"He feels it's a subservient thing Adam, a offense thing that he would enjoy. He wants to be our slave for the evening. If you could think of him as your slave that you were powering to service you would it still seem too gay to you? A mouth is a mouth after all Adam, if you were blindfolded could you tell if a man or a woman was sucking your cock?"

I'd heard that argument before, but I'd know, and anyhow I wouldn't be blindfolded. Perversely, I wondered if I'd even be able to get it up with him sucking me. How fucking strange and twisted is that?

"Sue, this was out in left field for me before, but now you're just pushing it w-a-a-a-y out there. I had pretty much come to terms with him watching, but this... Where did he get such strange ideas, anyhow?"

She sat down on a pile of landscape blocks and took my dirty hands into her clean ones, and looked at me.
"He got most of it from the internet, I think. There are some sites called things like CuckoldPlace.com and a few others that have a lot of articles and pictures and comments about hot wives and cuckolds, and bulls - that's the wive's lovers, you'd be a bull Adam - and all that stuff, but I think it's all really my fault."

"How do you figure it's your fault, it sounds like he's the one that's screwed up?"

"Where to start? When I was in college Adam, I was a pretty loose girl, a real party natural, if you know what I mean."

"So you liked to have a good time. I wouldn't have guessed that, but so what?"

"You don't get it Adam, I mean I didn't just fuck around a lot, I FUCKED AROUND A LOT! If I didn't get laid at least 6 or 7 times on a weekend I thought the weekend was wasted."

Now I was shocked. But still, what did this have to do with Rick's odd obsession?
"I don't get it Sue, where does Rick come into this? Were you dating him at the time?"

"No, I met him after college, when I wanted to settle down and have a family, and it was love at first sight. I do love him Adam, and he's a good husband, and a great man."

"OK, so where does he fit in? How did your prior life affect him?" I was totally lost, and totally amazed at her story, and even a little turned on by her admitted sexual addiction.

Stormy

Nice work! I love the image of Kori painting in her bikini bottom. I also admire the way you are weaving several subplots together.

You're on a roll right now. I am anxious to see the next installments

GH

Thanks GH, I think Kori's the kind of woman that every man wants his best friend to have for a wife, don't you?
The whole multiple subplot thing may throw me a curve sometimes since I'm keeping it only in my head, but it is fun. Please let me know if you see anyplace that I need to edit any inconsistency.