Now and Forever--Let's Make Love

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “You really don’t mind?”

  “Mind?” Greg said, hugging her still more tightly. “I think it’s great.”

  Mary hesitated. “While NewGames and I were … well, you know, I couldn’t decide whether I was cheating on you.”

  “I don’t think it’s cheating if you tell me about it. If you did it in secret with no intention of ever telling me, that might be different.”

  Mary turned within Greg’s embrace. “That’s kind of the way I felt, too.”

  “You must have found it very exciting, judging from my reception earlier.”

  “Oh, I certainly did. And NewGames asked me whether I could bring you along sometime.”

  “You mean I could watch you while you and he play?”

  Mary raised an eyebrow. “It’s as close to a three-some as you’ll ever get.”

  Greg had always fantasized about watching Mary make love to someone else, but he also realized that he wouldn’t be able to deal with the jealousy. This seemed like some sort of delicious compromise. And Mary had suggested it. “That might be a gas.”

  It was a surprise to both Greg and Mary that their sex life changed markedly after that evening. Mary seemed more open to suggestions. They played games and ordered a few toys from a catalog. A few weeks later, Greg lay on the bed, holding Mary’s hand. “Would you really consider chatting online while I watch?”

  “Sure. But I’d tell the other person that you were there.”

  “That’s okay, I guess.”

  “You never know who’s on the other end of the conversation really, but not telling would feel like lying somehow.”

  “Yeah, I understand. Maybe you could get that guy you were with the last time.”

  “I could see whether he’s on-line.” Already excited at the possibilities this opened up, Mary got her laptop, connected the modem to the bedside phone line, and logged on. She used the “Find Another User” function and discovered that 4New-Games was logged. She sent him a message and asked if he would meet her in a private room. In a few minutes, 1ShyGirl and 4NewGames were alone together in a cyberroom called NewThings.

  4NEWGAMES: Hi, Mary Kate. How have you been? I missed you.

  1SHYGIRL: Hi. My husband’s here with me.

  4NEWGAMES: Hi, husband. What’s your name?

  1SHYGIRL: His name’s Greg.

  4NEWGAMES: Hi, Greg. Mary Kate told you about the games we played?

  1SHYGIRL: I told him.

  4NEWGAMES: Does he want to play, too?

  “Greg,” Mary said, “do you want to play?”

  “This is really weird, but yes, I do.”

  1SHYGIRL: Yes. He says he does.

  4NEWGAMES: Great. What are you wearing, Mary Kate? And what’s Greg got on?

  1SHYGIRL: I’m wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and underwear. Greg’s the same.

  4NEWGAMES: Okay. Both of you strip to the waist.

  “Is this really okay?” Mary asked. “I’m really turned on.”

  “Me, too,” Greg said as he dragged his sweatshirt off over his head.

  1SHYGIRL: Both of us are stripped. This is really strange.

  4NEWGAMES: I know, and it’s really hot, isn’t it?

  1SHYGIRL: Yes.

  4NEWGAMES: Mary Kate, together we learned about your body. Remember? Did you tell Greg all about that?

  1SHYGIRL: Yes, I remember--and yes, I did tell Greg.

  4NEWGAMES: I enjoy teaching people like you about the joys of exploration. There’s so much good sex.

  1SHYGIRL: Like what?

  4NEWGAMES: Greg, how does Mary Kate taste?

  “How do you taste?” Greg said. “I never thought about that, I guess. You taste like you.”

  1SHYGIRL: Greg says I taste like me.

  4NEWGAMES: Greg, lick Mary Kate’s lips with the tip of your tongue; then take the keyboard and tell me how she tastes.

  Greg licked Mary’s lips, then pushed his tongue into her mouth. He explored her teeth and tongue, tasting. Then he took the laptop from Mary Kate.

  1SHYGIRL: She tastes sweet, and slightly of mint. She had a Tic Tac earlier and I can still taste it.

  4NEWGAMES: Good. How do her nipples taste?

  Greg set the laptop aside, leaned over, and tasted Mary Kate’s nipples with the flat of his tongue.

  1SHYGIRL: She tastes slightly perfumy and delicious. Her nipples are getting hard now, too.

  4NEWGAMES: That’s good, Greg. Look at the rest of her. Can you tell that she’s excited just from looking at her?

  1SHYGIRL: I’m looking carefully. She’s smiling, maybe a bit embarrassed by me staring at her. Her face looks soft; her lips are parted. She’s flushed and she can’t seem to sit still.

  4NEWGAMES: How does she sound? Is she panting? Can you hear her breathing hard?

  1SHYGIRL: Yes.

  4NEWGAMES: Mary Kate, take off your pants and everything else you’re wearing. We need to explore further.

  Mary Kate stood up, pulled off her socks, jeans, and panties, and lay back down on the bed. Greg was beside her, cross-legged, with the laptop between his knees. He turned the screen so Mary Kate could again see what he was typing.

  1SHYGIRL: She’s naked now.

  4NEWGAMES: How does she smell? Hot? Is she very aroused? Don’t use anything but your sense of smell.

  1SHYGIRL: Yes, she’s very hot. I love the smell of her heat.

  “I always hate the way I smell,” Mary Kate said. “It’s fishy and yucky.”

  “I have always loved your scent. It makes me hungry for you.”

  “It does?”

  4NEWGAMES: Are you still there?

  1SHYGIRL: Sorry. We’re still here. Mary Kate doesn’t think she smells good.

  4NEWGAMES: I think women smell so sexy when they’re hot. Don’t you agree, Greg?

  1SHYGIRL: I sure do. Mary Kate’s looking very surprised.

  4NEWGAMES: I can imagine. Most women I’ve chatted with here are surprised. Actually, I regret that when I have sex with a woman on-line, I can’t see, smell, or taste her. How does she taste? Lick her sweet pussy and let me know how she tastes.

  Greg pushed the computer to one side of the bed, spread Mary Kate’s legs, and crawled between them.

  “Greg, this feels so slutty, somehow.”

  “Is that bad?” Greg asked, settling between his wife’s thighs.

  “I guess not. But it’s so, so … It’s like making love with someone watching.”

  “I find that a real turn-on, but we can sign off anytime you want.”

  Mary Kate hesitated. “No. It’s a turn-on for me, too.” Greg turned his attention to Mary Kate’s pussy. He lapped at her soaked skin, exploring every crevice. As he pushed his tongue between her inner lips and penetrated, he held Mary Kate’s hips tightly to keep her still. “You taste wonderful.” He remained between her legs and reached over to type with one finger.

  1SHYGIRL: She tastes spicy and a bit salty. And she’s never been so wet.

  4NEWGAMES: Feel her pussy. Use one finger and feel everywhere, inside and out. Does she feel different? Is her clit very big and hard? Rub it slowly, all around. And while you do, notice what makes her shiver--what’s really good for her. This is making me so hot. I want Mary Kate to type. I’m going to take out my cock and I want her to tell me what she’s feeling. It’s going to be hard for her to type, but please, do it for me while I stroke myself. I want to share your pleasure.

  Mary Kate took the laptop as Greg rubbed and stroked and caressed her cunt. It was hard for her to concentrate on the keyboard, but if NewGames wanted her to type, it was the least she could do. He was teaching them so much about pleasure.

  1SHYGIRL: He’s touching me. It’s hard to type, hard to think about anything but his finger. He’s pushing it inside me now and rubbing the walls of my cunt. I want to come, but yet I don’t. So good. Are you rubbing yourself, too?

  4NEWGAMES: I am. And I’m picturing you and Greg. I love to think about how hot you are. Tell Greg to put two, then thr
ee fingers inside you and fuck you with them. While he’s doing that, tell him to lick you, too. I want you to come while I’m here.

  1SHYGIRL: Yes

  Mary Kate was now totally beyond any ability to type. Greg was lapping at her cunt while three fingers moved in and out of her pussy. “Greg, you’ll make me come if you keep that up,” she groaned.

  “Do it. Come baby.” He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit.

  She did come, screaming one long tone.

  Waves of orgasm squeezed Greg’s fingers. “I can feel you come,” Greg said, amazed. He drew her clit between his lips and sucked while the spasms continued. Later, while Mary Kate quieted, Greg took the laptop.

  1SHYGIRL: She came good. It was sensational.

  4NEWGAMES: Now it’s our turn, Greg. I’m already nude, but you need to strip, too.

  1SHYGIRL: Okay

  4NEWGAMES: Mary Kate, I want you to do to Greg what I’m doing to my cock.

  Breathless, but wanting to bring both Greg and NewGames off, Mary Kate watched the screen. NewGames’s responses became much slower.

  4NEWGAMES: Hard for me to type now. I’m holding my cock in one hand, rubbing from the tip to my balls.

  As Greg lay on the bed, watching the screen, Mary Kate rubbed Greg’s cock, following NewGames’s instructions.

  4NEWGAMES: Now I’m rubbing the fluid that’s leaking around the cockhead, and stroking. I’m licking my hand so it’s slippery and rubbing up and down. So hard to type. Feels so good. So close. Gonna cum.

  Mary Kate licked her hand, then rubbed the full length of Greg’s cock. She’d never done anything like this before, but it was wonderful to watch the pleasure on Greg’s face. His eyes closed and Mary Kate could see the muscles in his belly tense.

  “Now, baby. Squeeze hard and pump.”

  She did, and Greg came, jets of thick white fluid squirting from the tip and falling onto his chest and belly. “Oh shit,” he hissed. “Oh shit.”

  Mary Kate glanced at the screen and no new words appeared.

  When she was confident that Greg was spent, she returned to the keyboard.

  1SHYGIRL: Did you come? Greg did, and it was so exciting to watch. I’ve never done that before.

  4NEWGAMES: Yes. I came, too. I was picturing your hand on my cock, Mary Kate, and I came so good.

  1SHYGIRL: You can’t see my face, but I’m grinning. This was marvelous. Greg’s nodding. He liked it, too.

  4NEWGAMES: Yes, it was. One thing before we meet again …

  1SHYGIRL: What?

  4NEWGAMES: I think you really must change your screen name. Shy Girl really doesn’t apply anymore.

  Mary Kate and Greg laughed as she typed, “It really doesn’t, does it?”

  AGELESS FANTASIES

  Everyone at every age has fantasies about everything from telling the boss exactly what to do with his overtime work, to winning the lottery, to being becalmed on a sailboat with Sean Penn or Heather Locklear.

  This section and the ones at the ends of the next three chapters contain fantasies that you and your partner can read aloud to get your juices flowing. They cover all sorts of sexual activities, and like all fantasies, are populated by heroes and heroines with perfect bodies who can perform sex flawlessly and frequently. However, this should not prevent you from picturing yourself participating in the exciting things the characters are doing. In fantasies, there are no diseases, no unwanted pregnancies, no past and no future for the characters. Therefore, there is no need for condoms. Would that real life were as kind.

  Fantasies are of two types: those that you would actually like to act out and those that are fun to dream about but that you would never consider actually doing. Of course, the line between participation and dreaming differs from person to person, so if your partner bookmarks one of the “Ageless Fantasies” or a story anywhere in this book, be sure you know which group the desire falls into.

  Ask your partner for what you want or discuss afterward what might have made the experience even hotter. If you get into a silly situation—and Ed and I have done that often—laugh about it, but keep the warm feelings and continue later. The most important thing is to have fun and not to take it all too seriously.

  So grab a bookmark or two, and maybe, with the help of your bookmark, you and your partner can make your fantasies come true someday.

  JEFF’S FANTASY

  “Excuse me.”

  Mildly annoyed, Jeff looked up at the man who was trying to get past him in the narrow row of the movie theater.

  The movie had started about fifteen minutes earlier. “Why can’t these people ever get here on time?” he muttered to himself. “Why do they always have to—”

  He stopped abruptly as an astoundingly beautiful woman moved past him in the row, obviously there with the man she followed. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. She wore a long red T-shirt that came down only a few inches below her perfectly formed ass. Jeff could have sworn that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath.

  As she moved past, she turned and looked at him. “Thank you,” she said as she and her companion moved to the center of the row. Her date wasted no time putting his arm around her, pulling her close.

  Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off her. His whole world had become the beauty in red seated several tantalizing feet to his left. The movie was good, and pretty sexy for an R-rated film, but since the film was several months old, the theater was only about one-third full. There was no one else in the row besides Jeff, the woman, and her date.

  Jeff started fantasizing about the woman in the red T-shirt, imagining what he would do to her if she was his woman. He imagined slowly stripping her and tying her spread-eagled to his bed while he used his tongue to explore every nook and cranny of her body, tantalizing and teasing her until she begged him to fuck her. He might refuse at first, make her beg some more, but eventually he would fuck her. He’d fuck her long and hard, over and over again. He’d be the best fuck she had ever had. The fantasy was so good and so real that, absently, his hand dropped down to his crotch, where, without his even realizing it, he began to brush his hand lightly across his now-bulging cock. With the flimsy shorts he was wearing, the lump in his lap was painfully apparent. He stared at the screen and slipped away.

  As he stroked his cock in the darkened theater, the woman in red caught his movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head slightly to look. Their eyes locked momentarily and she smiled. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, Jeff quickly moved his hand and turned a deep shade of red. It’s a good thing it’s dark in here, he thought. Maybe she didn’t notice.

  But she had noticed, and the sight had turned her on. Moving her date’s arm, which had been draped around her since the movie started, she placed his hand on her thigh, about midway up, just at the hem of the long red shirt. Jeff could just barely hear her purr as she leaned over and licked her date’s ear.

  Jeff watched in amazement as she started slowly rubbing her legs together, silently signaling that she was horny and willing. The man started stroking her thigh, moving his hand up and down the smooth expanse of her flesh. She responded by parting her legs just a little, encouraging him to go farther. She reached over and put her hand in her date’s lap, squeezing his hard dick through his pants.

  Unable to believe what he was seeing, Jeff forgot completely about the movie and stared at the private show that was playing out for him several seats over. Once again, he placed his hand in his lap, more openly now, and massaged his massive erection. The woman looked over again, licked her lips, and winked in approval.

  It was obvious to Jeff that the woman was getting hotter and hotter, and bolder and bolder, and Jeff was sure one of the ushers was going to see them and throw them out. But, amazingly, he seemed to be the only one who noticed. The woman parted her legs even farther and sat up slightly, allowing the man next to her to pull the shirt up above her waist, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. As Jeff had guessed, she was not wearing any panti
es. Jeff could see her moist cunt glistening in the dark auditorium, and he imagined what it would be like to be between her legs, sucking and licking her hard, sensitive clit.

  The man touched her wet pussy, eliciting a tiny gasp from the woman, who was trying her best to be silent and unobtrusive. Jeff watched her nipples harden under her shirt, and he could almost taste her breasts in his waiting mouth. Jeff’s erection was rock-hard now, begging to be freed and stroked. Should he? Or would that ruin the moment?

  In the bright light from the movie screen, Jeff could see the man insert his middle finger into the woman’s cunt. She arched her back and gasped for air, surprised by the suddenness of his act. In and out he pumped, while she moved, just slightly, with each stroke. Reaching up, she squeezed her right breast, pinching her nipple and making it even harder. She glanced over at Jeff and, noticing his obvious approval, smiled. She obviously enjoyed the audience.

  Suddenly, she tensed, and Jeff could tell that she was coming. Her open mouth betrayed the scream that would have ripped from her throat had they not been in public. Taking only a moment to catch her breath, she bent over, putting her head in her date’s lap, and started kissing his dick. This was more than Jeff could take, and he pulled his shorts back, just barely exposing the head of his throbbing cock. This is crazy, Jeff thought. What if I get caught? But he was too far gone to care.

  Then Jeff heard a zipping sound, and he looked over, to see the woman freeing the man’s blood-engorged tool from his pants. The man’s head was back, eyes closed, obviously not caring that he was in a public place. Purring quietly, the woman in red started at the base, slid her tongue up the length of his cock, then circled the head teasingly. She kissed it several times before putting just the head in her waiting mouth. Jeff watched as she stroked her date’s cock while sucking the head.

  Jeff couldn’t control himself anymore. Fully taking his erect cock from his shorts, he began to pump and stroke it furiously. He, too, had lost track of where he was, and he could see only the couple next to him. She moved around in her seat so that he could see her beautiful, round ass and her wet, juicy cunt. Jeff watched her head bob up and down on her date’s cock as the man’s hands gripped the back of her head.