Keeping my cool, I said, “Uh, who, honey?” Civilly, of course. “And, uh, which was it, three guys or four?”
She named a few guys who weren’t sexy at all. Still, I had a new view of our sex life. After all, like my grandma always said, where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
Actually, I heard this from the closet where I used to hide and listen to Grandma and her quilting group gossip. I honed my skills early. Those eighty-year-old women talking about sex didn’t arouse a young boy, but it sure broadened my horizons. Quilts took on a new meaning for me. No wife of mine would ever, and I mean ever, join a quilting group.
Now that my wife had opened my eyes to her visions of adultery, we discussed why she was having these thoughts during sex, and when. Seeing she had offended me and scarred my ego, she decided to pay me some compliments. She said I was so good at oral sex, she could lie back and get lost in thought, visualizing that someone was making love to her in strange and exciting places.
What places? I asked. The answers shocked me:
• The dressing room at JC Penney! God, I’ll never be able to look at the place the same way.
• Bent over our dining room table.
• On the pool table.
• On the floor in front of the fireplace.
• In our lake house.
• On the bucket seat of our car, or the backseat—or the hood at night.
• On the golf course—in the golf cart, or on the bank of the green.
Spare me! Now, guys, this was an eye-opener. But as the shock faded, it occurred to me that Ronnie would now occupy a larger place in our sex life. And shortly afterward, I dreamed that she and I were floating downriver on a camping trip.
We stopped at a shady glade, laid out our foam mattresses and made love to the sound of the river. I kissed Ronnie—the most wonderful kiss of my life. She sucked on my tongue, and my entire body became a blaze of passion and anticipation. She was sexy beyond belief. Her hard-nippled breasts were perfect. Her lips made you soar above reality. I could just kiss her and come, I felt.
I always thought of her as on the shy side, so I was shocked when she started undoing my shirt and tweaking my nipples. She had to be the best kisser in the world. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so it was easy to reach inside her T-shirt and fondle her breasts. She had been sunbathing with no top. She responded to every touch, moaning each time I switched breasts.
I slid my hand down across her navel to the top of her bikini bottom. I felt her stomach sink or draw in so I could slide my hand under the edge. I felt her bush and found her vee and touched her lips softly. She bucked lightly. As I opened her soaked lips with my finger, her nails dug into my back and she said, “Oh, God,” under her breath. Her bucking picked up as I played with her clit and inserted a finger in her.
She was moaning loudly now. She started to draw up and tense up. I knew she was about to come, and slowed my pace. I wanted to drink her fluids. I was so hard, I didn’t think I could lie on my stomach, but I knew I had to because I wanted her in my mouth so badly. This was perfection, fulfillment beyond words.
I got down and kissed the inside of her thighs. I was afraid she would come before I could get my tongue in her. I touched her lips with my tongue, licking softly for only a few seconds before she started to come. She screamed uncontrollably. For twenty or thirty seconds she tensed, bucked, and screamed. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, licking and sucking till she pulled my hair, begging me to quit because “it hurts so good.”
I woke up with come all over me. I had to sneak to the bathroom and clean up. After that I could never look at Ronnie the same way. The dream was so real, so special. It left me so relaxed, I could’ve slept for two days.
I would see Ronnie at lunch two or three times a week. After she caught her husband cheating—I told you our gossip was credible!—we’d meet for dinner sometimes and talk. We became best friends. Yes, best friends. We never did anything to be accountable for. Dreams don’t count. I had not yet told her about that dream, or several others I had about her. Yes, I was becoming infatuated with her. Her beauty and charm started to take their toll on me, and I sensed there was a mutual feeling.
We were bonding on a scale that threatened my marriage and future. My wife, although not perfect, did not deserve to be humiliated or shamed. I knew inside that I had fallen in love with Ronnie. I hadn’t told her, but I was going to have to do something.
I had a friend named Peter. Single guy, good guy, someone you could count on. He saw Ronnie at our house at a Christmas party, and one day asked me to introduce them. So I invited the two of them over with a few other people for that purpose. It was innocent, and probably the right thing to do. They started dating and going places with my wife and me. One weekend at our lake house Peter proposed to Ronnie.
I was floored. Jealous for the first time in my life. Devastated. She came to me and asked about Peter. Did I think he would be good to her?
Jesus, take a gun and shoot me! I couldn’t bad-mouth Peter. He was one of my best friends. We talked for hours out on the deck, just the two of us. Marcia and Peter had gone to the grocery, fifty miles away. I wanted to tell Ronnie I loved her and ask her to wait, Marcia and I weren’t doing well. But I couldn’t. She was so excited. I held my tongue and died a little inside.
She accepted Peter’s proposal. And they would have it no other way, I was to be the best man. The wedding was a couple of months later. The four of us drove up and stayed in a beautiful cabin in the mountains—a peaceful rustic setting with an air of romance.
This time Ronnie and I ran the errand. Call me a jerk if you like, but I had to tell her how I felt. I had every intention of coming clean and getting this burden off my chest. But I chickened out. Call it fear of rejection, or just plain cowardice, I don’t care. I stood at Peter’s side during the ceremony and cried like a baby—a little for Ronnie’s happiness to come, but more for the void in my life. I cussed myself a thousand times over.
Right after the “I do”s, when it was my turn as best man to kiss the bride, I whispered in her ear, “I love you, always have.”
She backed away and said, “I love you, too,” with a funny look on her face.
It was like my life passed before me. All of a sudden everything was so obvious. I loved Ronnie, and she was probably my soulmate. A perfect match, never to be realized.
My relationship with Marcia was permanently damaged and beyond salvage. I had to let her go to be fair to her. I should have done it that day but put it off. Three months later I caught her with another man. I wasn’t jealous or mad. “Relieved” would be a better word to describe my true feelings.
Seven months after my divorce, I was giving a golf lesson when Ronnie pulled into the club parking lot. I was pleasantly surprised. She said she wanted me to have lunch with her. Over lunch she said that Peter was not what she had hoped. He was a workaholic and neglected his family sometimes. Not a bad habit, but one that damages a relationship. It had ruined his first marriage. Anyway, Ronnie said, she had made her vow and would stand by it.
We started seeing each other for lunch. One day we took the golf cart and drove it over to the park overlooking the river, enjoying the beautiful view and seclusion.
I could tell Ronnie was upset over something, but I didn’t ask. She stood there with the sun making her hair look like gold. I walked up behind her and put my arms round her waist. She leaned back against me, making me feel less uncomfortable.
She asked what I had meant when I said, “I love you, always have.”
“Just that,” I said. “I love you, and I always will.” I turned her around, looked into her beautiful eyes and drew her nearer. I felt her breathing, her firm breast brushing against my chest. I couldn’t stop myself. I put my lips on hers, expecting her to push away from me.
She didn’t. She returned my kiss. “We should have gotten married,” she said.
It didn’t surprise me, but it did make me think about it. She was correct, it
should have been us. I kissed her passionately. It was just as in my dreams. I could have had an orgasm. I kissed her for what seemed like an hour, and we were beyond the point of no return.
At first I was scared someone would drive up, but I also knew we weren’t going to be denied this opportunity. I was undressing Ronnie when she asked if I thought badly of her for doing this. Of course I said no. She asked if this would change Peter’s and my relationship. I replied that it already had.
I placed my lips on hers, and the two of us dropped to the ground and started enjoying each other. I took off her slacks. To my surprise, she had no underwear on. I immediately touched her womanhood, and she almost screamed with pleasure. She was dripping wet. I inserted one finger and stroked slowly. In seconds she started to come—surge after surge, spasm after spasm. She looked as though she would pass out. She reached down and unzipped my pants, taking my hard shaft in her hand. My shirt was all but off, and she was sucking on one of my nipples and stroking my cock. I was shocked when she slid down and took my member in her mouth. I turned her around so I could enjoy eating her also. In a couple of minutes she was coming again. She said she wanted me to come in her mouth, and in a few minutes, I did.
She fondled me till I was hard and ready again. This time I wanted to be inside her. She agreed, and we arranged ourselves accordingly. As the head of my member approached the gates to her heaven, I inserted my shaft so only the head was inside her. I took it out and put it back in. I repeated this for about five minutes, and Ronnie was coming again.
I shoved the entire length of my shaft inside her. She longed to meet me. It was heaven on earth, my dreams finally coming true. For the first time in my life I felt completeness. I could not hold it anymore and spewed my seed inside her.
Being one with Ronnie brings me a fulfillment and joy words can’t adequately describe. For now we’re able to see each other only once or twice a month, but I hope one day in the not-too-distant future to complete the circle of our whirlwind romance by marrying her.
—J.N., Fayetteville, Arkansas
In the Building Trades, They Know How to Do a Real Job—on Each Other
I met Janine a few months ago on a job where I was installing floors and she was painting. (I’m thirty-eight and she’s twenty-seven.) We’d already gotten together twice and had great times when one day I was feeling incredibly horny and called and asked if she’d like to meet me at a motel near where she lives. She gladly agreed.
By the time I hung up, I had a throbbing erection that wouldn’t go down the whole fifty-mile drive. When I pulled into the motel parking lot, her truck was already there. Janine was putting on makeup in her rearview mirror. She got out and walked over to my van. Man, was she a sight for sore balls!
Instead of her painter’s outfit, she had on a pair of very tight, very short shorts, exposing her wonderful tanned legs, and a pink tank top, with no bra. The nipples on her grapefruit-round breasts were nearly poking holes in her skimpy top. I all but shot a load in my jeans.
I handed her money for the room, saying, “I can’t go into the office like this!” She reached down, scratched my cock through my jeans, and said, “You poor, horny thing.”
In the room, I quickly unzipped my jeans, and my erection popped out, standing like a flagpole. I sat on the bed, while Janine knelt on the floor and stroked it with both hands. When precome oozed out, she said, “Oh, you are in need.”
I said, “It’s about to bust.”
She smiled and said, “I’ll take care of that.” Then she began sucking gently on the head. I told her I wanted her pussy first, but she said, “It’s about to shoot. Let me suck this first load. Then you can fuck me.”
I agreed, and said, “Don’t choke. There’s a lot of it.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’m a pro at eating come.” She took my whole cock in her mouth, and in an instant my semen started flowing. She swallowed it in two big gulps, then with a creamy smile said, “Is that better?”
“Yes,” I said, “and now I want your pussy.”
We finished taking off our clothes. Janine got on the bed on her knees, with her head resting on two pillows. I penetrated her doggie-style with one deep thrust. She let out a loud squeal. I pumped her hard and deep, and she screamed and whimpered. As she built steadily to orgasm, she kept repeating, “Fuck me! Oh yeah, fuck my pussy!”
After about fifteen minutes, I flipped her over into the missionary position. We were both soaked in sweat, and I could tell she had had about all she could take. But Janine grabbed my cock with both hands and guided it deep inside her. As I pumped away, she cried out, “Let me have it, baby! Fuck my brains out!”
After a few more minutes, I panted, “I’m gonna come!”
“Oh yeah, baby!” she said. “Fill my pussy up with your hot juice!”
We came together, and after all the screaming and moaning was over, we lay back, catching our breath. She looked at me, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling, and said, “I’ve never had it like that with my husband.”
I said, “I’ve never had it quite like that with anybody.”
She said, “I wish we could just go to sleep with me in your arms.”
“Me, too,” I said, “but you know we can’t. Not yet.”
We got up and showered together, then went our separate ways, with a promise that we’d meet again. Maybe for good next time.
—J.T., Johnson City, Tennessee
Sometimes It Takes Being Apart for Some Lovers to Really Get Together
I had gone back to Dallas to visit my man Lou for the first time in about three months. We both desperately needed some quality time together, and I really wanted to make the most of what little we’d given ourselves. When we got to the hotel and checked in, Lou had some things he wanted to check on the computer, so I decided to get out of my traveling clothes and slip into something more comfortable. I stripped down to my panties and put on a man’s white cotton button-down shirt.
After a few minutes Lou came over and sat down next to me on the couch, where we exchanged deep, hungry kisses. It had been too long since I’d felt his lips on mine, and oh how I longed for him. Our lips pressed against each other’s and our tongues explored each other’s mouth, the heat building furiously between us. It was like sharing ourselves. That didn’t surprise me. Our kisses are always deep and soulful and so exhilarating that they can get both of us excited almost instantly.
Before I knew it, Lou reached down and just ripped the shirt off my back, the material along the front seams shredding, the buttons flying across the room and falling to the floor. My heart started beating quickly from the sudden thrill of it all.
Oh, my god, the lustful thoughts that crossed my mind as my lover held me in his arms and showed how much he wanted me. He then reached down and ripped my thong panties off me. How thrilling it was to be taken by my favorite man in such a strong, sexy, and loving way. We were both so filled with passion and desire that we couldn’t hold ourselves back a moment longer.
His kisses intoxicating me, his smell making me lightheaded, Lou’s hands found my nipples, which grew harder under his touch and then when taken into his mouth, I could feel a beautiful sort of tingling begin to spread throughout my body, from my knees to my chin. Lou must have felt it, too, because he decided that things had to get started right then!
He sat himself down on the couch and I straddled his lap, slowly working the head of his cock between my lips. It felt so wonderful to have Lou edging himself inside me again after we’d been apart for so long.
Once I got used to having Lou between my legs again, I began riding his dick more recklessly and more deliberately. I began reacting to that wonderful feeling the way only my body knows—by pumping myself on his cock faster and faster. Both of us began whispering about how much we loved it. Lou started saying, “Honey, work that cunt into me. This feels so good. This feels so good . . . ”
Before Lou could come we both got up from the couch. Lou went over to the
coffee table, quickly put down a pillow, and told me to lie down on top of it. As he stood up in front of me, he leaned down and stuck his cock inside my slick pussy and began fucking me again.
My legs were thrown high up on his shoulders as he penetrated me deeper and deeper. I shook violently as he fucked me, moaning to the room about how large he felt and how I wanted him to bang me as hard and as fast as he could. I didn’t think that it was possible but at my urging he slammed that hard cock into me again and again, bumping his torso against my clit and grinding his body against mine until I reeled in a beautiful release.
Lou didn’t stop banging me just because I’d come, either. He’s the most wonderful lover in that way, always wanting me to have as much pleasure as I can before he orgasms himself. With my legs still slung over his shoulders, he moved a hand down to my butt and slowly worked two fingers in. I knew what was next. He was going to fuck my asshole. Although I didn’t have a lot of experience with anal sex, I always enjoyed it with Lou.
He pulled his cock from my pussy and slid it into my butthole, filling me up slowly, a little bit at a time. Lou leaned down and gave me a deep kiss when he was completely lodged in my ass and told me to get ready for some hard fucking. He felt so good in there, plunging himself deeper inside me, my head swimming as I concentrated on the shaft filling my rectum.
Harder, faster, his cock slammed into my waiting ass. I shimmied my hips from side to side so he could wedge himself in as deeply as possible. I was so horny feeling him so deep inside me I could barely control myself. I felt the heat welling up inside me again, that explosive, incredible tension that told me I would soon be experiencing the greatest sensations a woman can have.
“Oh yes, baby,” I whispered in his ear, locking my ankles around his waist and holding him tight so I could trap his cock inside me. “Make me come again. Please make me come.” Lou took his prick from my ass and slid the head up and down the groove of my pussy. I reached down and grabbed the shaft, pushing him forward and encouraging him to enter me again.
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