Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Lance DeLonge
Title: Learning to Share
Summary: Part 2 of the Stacie & Cole series.  Stacie gives Cole his
first lesson on sharing - with Stacie's ex-finance.
Keywords: mfm

   ++++++++++++++++++The Darkwater Collection+++++++++++++++++

   This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or
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email, and website address.  Darkwaters: The Erotic Fiction of Lance
DeLonge -this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free
erotica.  Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines
against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with
strangers is not suicidally stupid.  The real world, sadly, is not like
this: so don't try this at home, kids.

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   Learning to Share

   Over the next few weeks I started to know the beautifully complex girl
that I had met that December night.  She was not just the perverted sex
fiend I had found at an orgy one night, although she certainly was that. 
But her life outside the parties was much like everyone else's.



   Stacie Oberwise was a captain in the Air Force, a pilot stationed about
an hour from New Orleans.  She had spent a few years overseas in Europe and
the Middle East and had traveled extensively while there.  She grew up in
the old section of the city and her parents still lived in the two hundred
and some odd year house she had spent her childhood.  Her father was a
partner with one of the biggest law firms in the city and her mother was a
typical Southern Debutante, genteel and beautiful.  She had a younger
sister who followed in her father's footsteps to law school and moved to
California.  From all other aspects she had a pretty normal life.



   Our first date was even very innocent, we spent the Saturday after the
party having coffee and dinner in the French Quarter then taking a walk
along the river until it got too cold and we had to call it a night.  She
was the most interesting person I had ever met, smart, funny, classy,
independent, and very elegant.  She even had an indescribable seductive
sway to her walk that made me hard every time she walked away.



   She was not a regular at her mother's parties, only going to two or
three a year when her busy schedule would allow.  Her parents had been
partiers since she was little and she had talked them into taking her to
her first one when she turned eighteen.  Since then she has been hooked. 
College had been one long party for her.  Not wanting to go far from home
she attended Tulane and barely earned a degree in Communications.  She
joined the same sorority her mom had been in and spent most of her four
years drinking and playing.  She joined the Air Force following her fiancé
at the time.  But because of time and distance and an insatiable sex drive
she found her self single again after only a year.



   From then on she had limited herself to casual flings and brief affairs,
parties, and men (mostly married) who could be called lovers but not much
else.  But after when we started dating it all changed for her.  For a
reason she couldn't explain she found she couldn't do without me.  She
wasn't surprised when I told her I had been enlisted in the Navy.  Like so
many of the lady officers I had met it only seemed to make her more
curious.



   Despite our precarious meeting we started out taking things slow.  It
wasn't until we had been dating for over a month that we finally made love.
It was a slow, sensual surrender of ourselves on the beach one chilly night
under the stars, quite a contrast to the rude shameless fuck the night we
first met.



   Our pact was that we wouldn't swing for six months.  If we lasted until
then, we would reintroduce it slowly into our relationship.  It was a loose
deal but one we stuck to.  She had made it very clear that she wouldn't
give up the lifestyle and I had agreed, accepting that it was part of her
and that it would become a part of our relationship.  In truth that was one
of the things she loved about me, my acceptance of her for who she was and
what she loved to do.  She liked to cook and she like to dress up, but her
true love was fucking and just one man could not do.  It had been hard for
other guys she had dated when they found out what she did and had it ended
nearly all her relationships on a sour note.  But the flip side was she
expected nothing less from me - when we started she not only wanted me to
but expected me to enjoy other ladies without reservations or hang-ups. 
Our one rule was when we finally did swing we would only swing together. 
She was the first lady that I found impossible to resist.  During those six
months we seemed to share everything and our bond grew.  Her vanilla
friends had even started joking about when I was going to make her an
honest woman.  We laughed secretly at them, if they only knew how
impossible that truly was.



   We could only be together on the weekends because her job kept her close
to her base during the week but we made the most of our time.  Before long
we were finding ways to make the sex a bit spicier, at first quick fucks in
her car parked on a busy street or in restaurant and hotel bathrooms around
the city.  Gradually our daring grew and we began going for thirty minutes
or more at a time, slowly and hungrily coupling in poorly lit bars or even
well lit fountains late at night.  It was an amazing six months of sex
which I had never known the like.



   As we approached our goal date Stacie began telling me titillating
stories about her experience in the lifestyle.  Jealousy, she said, could
be the biggest detriment to a relationship and could be the hardest thing
to overcome.



   "When I'm fucking other men," she told me one night, "I'm not making
love to them.  I'm just having a good time, they're fulfilling an itch, a
need.  I'm using them and enjoying being used by them.  When I make love to
you, there's a connection, a meaning in it that there could never be with
anyone else.  You have to understand in your heart that to me they are just
toys while you are my everything."



   I told her I could handle it when the time came while inwardly I hoped I
really could.  I didn't feel jealousy thinking back to the party when we
first met, but then she had just been another girl and I had just been one
of her toys.  Now we had a history together, we had a connection and I
didn't really know how I was going to feel when that time came.  I knew
jealousy would rear its head as some point; I just hoped I could forget it
and enjoy the moment.

   On the evening of our six month anniversary Stacie making a long flight
for an exercise and the plan was to get together two days later on a long
three day weekend.  She had called earlier that day and warned me she had
something special planned so I took my time coming home that night,
stopping by a pub for a drink with Michael before heading back to an empty
bed and cold pizza.  The winter was now well underway but the air was still
thick and humid, a classic evening in the Deep South.

   I climbed the wooden stairs of my century-old apartment and wished for
the hundredth time that I didn't live on the fifth floor.  When I finally
reached my landing and headed down the hall for my door I could hear the
sweet seductive sound of sensual jazz that often reverberated from other
apartments in my building.  As I keyed my door it was clear though that the
music was coming from mine.  I opened the door to find Stacie sitting in my
old leather recliner, sipping white wine and dressed only in a crimson silk
negligee.

   "Surprise," she smiled, gracefully rising and sauntering over to me, her
long tanned legs slipping across the dark hardwood floor, grace and
elegance as she ran her slender foot slowly up her calf.  She leaned
forward, kissing me gently, "You must have taken the long way home.  I
expected you an hour ago."

   Her eyes and smile hand an impish sparkle to them as she handed me a
glass of wine and took, my hand.  "I've cooked dinner for you."

   "I thought you had to work tomorrow?" I said accusingly.  My curiosity
was peaked.  What could she have planned?  I knew it had to be more than
just a romantic dinner and a great lay.

   "I had to change my plans," she soothed, her voice a soft deep purr,
"aren't you glad to see me?  What - not even a hello?" as she feigned her
best insulted expression But her brown eyes still danced playfully in the
candle light.

   I slid my hands onto her shoulders and pulled her against me firmly as
Stacie pretended to resist me, pushing against my chest with only a
half-hearted shove.  She giggled her amazing giggle as I held her firm and
pressed our foreheads together, staring in to her depthless dark eyes.

   "I couldn't wait until Friday," she said, slipping beneath my arms and
pushing away quickly and mischievously, "my surprise couldn't wait either."


   "And what is your surprise?" I said mockingly, crossing my arms and
rolling my eyes as she taunt me.

   "Well, I've been teaching you about sharing for a while now," she began,
leaning seductively against the white plaster wall and taking a sip form
her thin glass.  Her legs were crossed and thin strands of her dark hair
that had come loose from her elegant updo, hanging down now to veil her
face.  At that moment she may have been the most seductive woman I had ever
seen.  "Tonight we're going to share."

   For a moment I was speechless, my mouth must have hung open for minutes
before I finally regained my senses.  "With who?" was all I could manage.
Even after all the talks we had had about bringing others into our bed it
was still a frightening sensation to know it was about to happen.

   "Learning to beat jealousy is a huge part of what I've been teaching
you," she continued, a little more stern now.

   "With who?" I asked again, insistently this time.

   "With Will, my ex fiancé." she said, her face now intent on watching my
reaction.  When she didn't see the fury she expected she went on.  "There
is nothing between us but friendship anymore, but if you can manage to
control your jealousy with him then I know there will be no problems later
on."

   She watched as the thought of it sunk in.  I stood in the doorway like a
lump; the look of shock on my face must have been unmistakable.

   "Okay," I managed weakly.

   A tall lean man appeared in the door behind her.  He was a bit taller
than me, light brown hair and gray eyes.  He seemed to be the essence of
what I imagined every girl's dream man was.

   "Hi, I'm Will." He said holding out his hand.  I slowly took it and
shook it.  "When Stacie heard I was coming down for a training flight she
asked me if I could help her out.  It was a hard proposition to refuse."

   I grimaced, not realizing that he was a pilot and so fucking good
looking.  "Don't worry though.  Stacie and I have a history but I'm married
now, I'm just here for a free ride."

   Stacie elbowed him heard in the ribs, repressing a smile as she laughed
out a "fuck you!"

   And that began my first real lesson on sharing.

   The three of us moved quickly into my bedroom forgetting completely
about the dinner Stacie had cooked.  My bedroom was dark except for
numerous candles scattered across the bedroom filling the room with a warm
sensual glow.  I had always loved how candle light made Stacie's skin glow
seductively.  Will took the lead, pulling Stacie against him and embracing
her.  Her mouth welcomed his tongue, visibly sucking him in as his hands
began to caress her eager body.  I moved behind her, feeling her press her
ass against my waist as she had so many times before.  She placed one of
her hands on me, pulling at me as the other pulled at Will.

   Between the two of us we managed to pull her satin negligee up and off
of her leaving her soft auburn skin bare, now at the mercy of our hungry
hands.  Will cupped a soft breast with one hand, caressing it hungrily with
his strong fingers while he slid his other hand across her warming belly
and down to her pale apple bottom, drinking in her hot satiny skin.  My
hand gripped her other breast, my fingers toying adeptly with her stiffened
dark nipple.  I kissed the back of her neck softly; caressing her with
velvety kisses that I knew made her knees melt.  Stacie closed her eyes and
gave herself to her two men and our hungry devouring fingers, hushed sighs
escaping her dark red lips, the heavy moisture on them glistening in the
flickering candle light.

   After long heated moments Stacie slipped from between us and sat on the
edge of the bed on thick ivory comforter she and I had shared so many
times. She started with Will, teasingly unbuckling his gray dress slacks
and pulling them down slowly, in no hurry to rush the events of the
evening. Will's long stiff prick stared at her longingly as he ran a hand
through her black hair, caressing her face as she began stroking his shaft,
her slender tanned fingers slipping around it's round girth.  She lifted
her eyes to meet his as she slid her mouth around him and they smiled
familiarly as he let out a quiet sigh of pleasure.  She glanced over to me,
our eyes meeting briefly as I watched for the first time since we'd been
together as Stacie sucked another man's cock.  I watched eagerly, genuinely
excited as her small hand fondled his smooth balls and Will groaned his
approval as her tongue slid along his helmet ridge before slipping down the
underside of his throbbing dick, finally sucking one of his balls gently
into her mouth.  She gave him a devilish grin as she repeated the treatment
on me.  Will wasted no time and knelt beneath her, parting her nether lips
with his thick fingers and sucking her furless apex, his mouth obviously
adept at devouring a woman.  Stacie groaned with appreciation and approval
as the intimate attention fueled her lust.

   Kneeling down next to Stacie's ex, I licked her trembling silky thighs,
pushing in between her legs until Will and I were working together, each of
us sucking one of her heated lips as his thick fingers delved into her
fiery sex and mine pushed into her tight ass.  Stacie cooed, aroused far
beyond how I had ever seen her.  Her hands clawed at the bed, her dark red
painted fingernails burying themselves in the heavy cream colored cloth. 
Our tongues danced across her vulnerable pleasure bud, rubbing it hard one
second only to tease it gently the next.  Stacie grabbed onto my hand,
grasping it as if to reassure herself that she wasn't dreaming and that I
was okay.  I looked up to see her watching us, her dark eyes filled with
immense lust and wanting as Will's fingertips trailed teasingly inside her
wanting pussy, taunting her delicate wet lips cruelly.  Her heightening
cries were all the testimony we needed to know she teetered on the edge,
only moments away from losing control of herself.

   Our collaborating assault went on for what seemed like only seconds
more, our coalition fueled by Stacie's fervent pleas to continue until
suddenly she broke.

   "Will, I need you to fuck me - now!" she growled, her beautiful face
flushed with passion.  Will smiled as she fell back on my bed and readied
her self for him.

   Stacie pulled me up onto the bed next to her, her hand still tightly
gripping mine.  Her eyes found mine, her other hand caressing my cheek as
she made sure I returned her gaze.

   "Watch me, baby," she cooed to me, almost whispering.  Her voice was
soft and heavy, but still seemed to have a sharp, lustful edge, "Watch me."

   What happened next was surreal, no matter how many times we had talked
about it, shared our fantasies about it, it was still terrifying to think
of another man enter her as I watched.  But her dark eyes were strong,
mesmerizing even, and I found strength in them as I prepared to watch her.

   Will pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and held his broad cock at
her entrance, Akeeping his eyes on the prize as Stacie and I watched him
intently.  Stacie gasp as his stout cock head pushed inside her saturated
opening, her fiery sex slowly enveloping the invading prick in its
blistering juice until he had pressed all the way in.  Before I knew what
happened Will was inside her, his cock sliding deep inside my girlfriend as
she thrust her apex against him, groaning as she feverously accepted his
prick.  He had her full attention as he began driving into her, slowly and
deliberately.  I could see her delicate feathery lips clinging desperately
to his invading prick and my cock ached to be inside her too.  Will lifted
her legs and placed them on his shoulders, giving him unfettered access to
her, his face was etched with indescribable pleasure.

   Stacie whimpered with longing, her face tight with passion.  Her hungry
eyes found mine again, drawing me in deep as she squeezed my hand for
reassurance.  Her lips curled back in exquisite passion, almost snarling as
she babbled breathlessly.  Her hands fumbled with my cock as Will thrust
into her, jolting her body powerfully.  Finally her mouth embraced me,
working my wanton prick with a renewed enthusiasm.  Even as her body rocked
with the motion of her coupling she never broke our gaze.  She stared into
my eyes, piercing and hot, their brown depth alive with dark fires and
ravenous with desire.  She seemed to spread her legs even wider as Will
continued to drive into her, alternating his thrusts as he took his
pleasure from her, at first hard and forceful then softer, slipping into
her with slow gentle strokes.  He buried his face in her breasts, his
driven mouth suckling her nipples, his wet fiery tongue caressing their
taught brown tips, curling around them and creating an overwhelming need in
Stacie to open herself to him.

   "Oh, fuck," she growled as her mouth savagely worked at my cock, "I love
how you feel!" One hand was now gripping my balls as she pulled her other
one through Will's short dirty blond hair.  "God, give me that cock!"

   With a great deal of effort Stacie managed to flip her writhing body
over with only a minimal disruption to our rhythm so that she now rested on
her knees and elbows, Will's hands gripped her hips possessively, pulling
them against him as he thrust powerfully into her again and again.  He
stopped suddenly pulling out until only the tip of his prick remained
inside her, teasing her like I knew she loved to be teased.  Stacie
whimpered again weakly as she attempted to thrust back onto him, desperate
to be impaled on his thick staff again.  Will's hand moved up to rest on
the small of her back, his fingertips tracing her knot work tattoo as his
thumb began rubbing her clenched asshole.  My mind raced watching Stacie's
former fiancée work at her, knowing all too well how much she loved when I
did that.  He no doubt knew each and every hotspot on her body even better
than I did.

   What amazed me was that I truly felt no jealousy towards the man. 
Watching as he fucked her only made me more aroused.  Watching Stacie
writhe beneath me as she was being fucked by another man simply made me
want her that much more.  It felt like a revelation, an epiphany that I
should have known all the time.  Will slammed into Stacie again after a few
long moments of enjoying the sweet sound of her whimpering, fucking her
harder this time and letting her know she was his whore to control. 
Stacie's dark eyes stared up at me as she rocked between us, her mouth
still devouring my cock with all the skill she had.  Her mind had long
since been overcome by lust, her body now worked on carnal instinct.  But
her eyes somehow seemed to still seek my approval.

   "Oh Stacie I love to see you getting fucked," I whispered to her.  Her
eyes seemed to smile when I told her.  They quickly fluttered closed as she
shuddered in climax, my cock brushing her dark cheek as she cried out in
sweet bliss.  Will quickened his pace, driving into her now with long quick
thrusts, lasting only moments more as he let out a guttural moan, his seed
shooting into my girlfriend.  His face was heavy with lustful ecstasy as he
pressed into her, his cock flooding her with the slick cream Stacie so
wanted.

   Panting and breathless, Will slid slowly out of Stacie's pussy and a
small stream of seed trailed down onto the heavy fabric of the comforter.
He smiled at me as he moved up next to Stacie on the bed.

   If Stacie saw it she didn't hesitate a moment.  "Get back there and fuck
me." She ordered as she gave my cock one last lick before turning back over
on her back and leaning over to pull Will's mouth against hers, her tongue
surging into his, her mind still feverish with unbridled lust.  He returned
her kiss, his hands sliding into her silken black hair and holding her head
gently to his.

   I wasted no time and moved behind her, eager to quench the flames of
yearning that watching her licentious behavior had created.  As I slid into
her I could feel Will's warm sperm coat my rigid cock, his slippery seed
being pushed out and spilling onto my balls.  It was unsettling knowing
that only a few moments before Will's cock had been where mine now was, but
somehow very arousing.  Just thinking of how this woman I loved begging for
him to fuck her made my cock ache with lust unlike anything I had ever
experienced.

   I slid into her hard as she continued to kiss her ex, their embrace as
hot as any we had ever shared.  I watched their embrace, turned on by their
immoral act, no doubt for my benefit.  When they finally broke the kiss
Will offered her his cock forcefully, shoving in her mouth roughly,
possessively.  She smiled wickedly and quickly began cleaning it, her soft
dark pink lips sucking his softened length still thick with her own juices
and his cum.  We watched her work, cleaning his flagging member and
reviving it quickly to its former hardness.  Her hips and mine soon found
our rhythm and she purred with wicked bliss, grateful to once again be
filled by two men after so long.  Stacie's body undulated with the
attention of her two cocksmen and I was quickly losing any sense of control
I had.  My cock throbbed with every thrust into her fiery slit and I could
feel her cum mixed with Will's running down my legs.  Her muscled ass
cheeks flexed each time I drove into her, time and again her narrow hips
met mine with a desperate vigor.

   I tried to slow myself, stopping briefly then slowly slipping back into
her greedy sex.  But Stacie urged me on with guttural groans and breathy
vows and I quickly found myself pounding into her, unwilling or unable to
hold back any longer.  Smiling wickedly, she turned her head from her ex's
now throbbing cock and pulled my head down, kissing me lustfully.  I could
taste the tangy mixture of the their shared orgasms on her lips and found
myself hungering for more.  After several incomparable minutes, the rapture
finally overtook me and I cried out into her consuming mouth as I felt my
body explode, the exquisite searing pleasure erupting from my embedded
shaft ripples on glassy lake, waves of blinding ecstasy consuming my
muscles as I came into her.

   Stacie's sex sucked greedily at my erupting cock, eagerly drinking down
every volley of hot semen that shot deep into her.  Her body writhed
beneath me as it too was consumed by a fiery climax that burst from within
her filled apex like a reservoir.  Her dark red nails clawed across my back
as she embraced the overwhelming pleasure, savoring every searing moment as
it erupted from every nerve in her body like a chain reaction until she lay
panting and breathless beneath me.

   But Stacie wasted no time.  After only a few moments she was out from
beneath me and climbing atop Will, her hips lowering back onto his rigid
thick cock, pushing down slowly to the hilt.  Her muscular hips swayed back
and forth atop his, working her clit into his pubic bone as his cock rubbed
seductively against her vulnerable insides.  Stacie seemed to almost attack
Will, aggressively taking what she wanted from him.  She nipped cruelly at
his nipples as he thrust back violently against her carnal onslaught, his
staying power now greater than before.  Stacie took full advantage,
groaning to be fucked harder and praising his invading rod, declaring her
love for it over and over, even threatening him if he stopped.  But he had
no intention of stopping and he drove into my girlfriend without mercy.

   My cock quickly rejuvenated as I watched the decadent scene and Stacie
smiled at me as she moaned aloud, bouncing fiercely atop another man's
prick, no doubt happy to know she could simply climb off of Will when he
was spent and right on to me.

   After only a few minutes more Stacie screamed in rapture as another
climax erupted from her perpetually famished pussy.  But instead of
continuing her depraved fuck until Will filled her with his cream, she
climbed off of him and pushed me down on the bed and lowered her gaping sex
onto my erect prick.  I could feel the slickness from her recent orgasm
coat me, it's hot slick moisture enveloping my cock instantly.  She kissed
me deeply, embracing me completely like never before.

   "Thank you," she whispered to me before turning her head to Will, "Fuck
my ass," she demanded, "I want you both in me."

   Will wasted no time and quickly moved behind us and quickly began
pushing his solid tool into Stacie's wantonly offered ass.  I gasp as I
felt him enter Stacie, the sensation of his cock pushing into her ass was
amazing.  Stacie groaned her approval as he began thrusting into her and
her hips moved in rhythm while at the same time sliding along my rod.  It
was an incredible feeling and it wasn't long until we seemed to move in
unison, one flowing motion with the only goal being utter ecstasy.  Stacie
stared down at me, her body working so fluidly with the two cocks that
slipped rhythmically inside of her.  Her face was beautiful, her lightly
tanned skin pink with natural blush, her sweet brown eyes filled with an
indescribable determination.  She growled as she chased her obsession, her
mind focused solely on reaching her next climax.  Her hips rolled
possessively atop my cock, milking it insistently, aching to pull it's
sweet nectar from my balls.

   But Will was the first to cave, Stacie's clenching tight asshole
succeeding in extracting a fierce climax from her ex.  He drove into her as
his orgasm peaked, sending volleys of his cum into her searing hole.  His
guttural moans filled the room and I could feel each spasm of his cock
through the thin membrane in Stacie's pussy, his prick pumping load after
load into my girlfriend.  The perversion of it set off my orgasm and I
erupted into Stacie, filling her with my seed.  Stacie finally climaxed
too, screaming out and clenching her eyes as she thrust back against our
invading shafts in frantic and powerful throws of passion, desperate to
preserve every nerve shattering feeling.

   Breathless and exhausted the three of us collapsed on the bed.  Stacie
crumpling in the middle between Will and I, heedless as our seed she had
worked so hard to seeped from between her legs.  Her fingers played
mindlessly with her satiated sex as she sleepily kissed me then Will,
enjoying the feeling of having two men again after so long.  She cuddled up
next to me as her arm slipped across my chest.  I laid against her after an
incredible experience, finally understanding how lucky I truly was to be in
love with her.