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Contains adult themes, consensual sex.  Read at your own risk.

Comments and suggestions welcome.  Flames cheerfully ignored.

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Note:

This one was written at the request of a very special lady.  Besides
the giving me the basic scenario, she wanted me to make it more explicit -
"less talk, more sex."

I found that writing someone else's fantasy is a *lot* harder than writing
up your own;  I also found that choreographing an extended sex scene gets
*much* harder as you add people.

Despite the difficulties, I enjoyed writing it.  I hope that she, and the
rest of you, enjoy it.

Javahead

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                            "Taking Chances"
				   by
			        Javahead

"Tell me a story," she said.

"What sort?  Do you have anything in particular in mind."

"N-no - just make it *hot*.  I want something to turn me on."

Friends that only know my  wife's  demure  public  face  wouldn't
recognize the foul-mouthed wanton of our bedroom.  The same woman
who blushes at an off-color joke told by a  girlfriend  critiques
my  stories  -  and her most common complaint is "too much talk -
not enough fucking."

"Mmm. . . How about making love outdoors?  Or in the back seat of
the  car, like when we were dating?  Or you as a stripper? Maybe,
you as a porno actress? I could really get off watching you  make
love on screen-"

I dodged as she made mock try to hit me.

"Or maybe having sex in the back of a limo?  Do you want me to go
on?"

"I want you to come *in*.  Right now!"

*Something* I said had excited her - she was wet enough  that  my
first  thrust  slid  smoothly in.  When I felt her ankles lock in
place behind my knees, I fell into her rhythm with  the  ease  of
long  practice.  I  reminded  myself how lucky I really am - even
after a few years of marriage, she still excites me more than any
other woman I have known.

After a few minutes, as usual, she managed to  gasp  "Let  me  on
top."

Without pulling out, I rolled over till she was firmly seated  in
her  favorite  position.  Once she was settled in place, she took
control of the pacing, speeding up slightly.  Her face was almost
agonized, pulled into a near-snarl.

A gasp escaped her when I slid a hand up to  cup  a  breast.   It
always  amazes me how her breasts respond; her nipples are rather
large and erect easily.  Right now, they were as large, and hard,
as  the  first joint of my index finger.  She arched her back and
pushed her chest toward me as I gently tugged and squeezed  them.
She was aroused as I had ever seen her.

At first, I thought she was just gasping, but I began to make out
chanted words.

"- want to - watch me - fuck another - man, huh? - What  would  -
you  do  - if you - found me - *fucking someone*?"  Her voice had
risen throughout; the last two words were nearly shrieked.

I was too far gone for thought; my response was nearly automatic.
I cupped her ass firmly in both hands and began thrusting as hard
as I could.

"I'd wait - till he - finished and - jump on - and fuck - you  as
- *hard as I could*."

With the last words, I could feel her tense  and  clench  as  her
orgasm  started.  Though I tried to hold back, I was too near the
edge myself; I thrust into her again and held her immobile, hands
digging into her ass, as mine began.

For a few minutes, we lay holding each other, my  softening  cock
still  inside  her.   When  she finally slid off, it was only far
enough to lay beside me with her head on my shoulder. There was a
long,  comfortable,  silence. I was unsure if she was still awake
till she spoke.

"Thinking about me fucking someone  else  really  turns  you  on,
doesn't it?" Her tone was both amused and curious.

I thought for a moment before replying.

"Well - yes, I suppose it does."

"Why is that?"  She sounded honestly curious now.

This time, I thought a lot longer, trying to make coherent  sense
out  of  something I had always felt more than analyzed.  She was
stirring impatiently before I started.

"Do you know how an X rated movie can turn you on?" (She  nodded)
"You  know  how  exciting  it can be, watching absolute strangers
fucking on the screen?  I've always thought you were the  sexiest
woman  I  know  - imagine how much it turns me on to think of you
spreading your legs, watching someone else's  cock  sliding  into
your tight little cunt, someone else's mouth sucking one of those
tasty nipples . . ."

I broke off and stared guiltily  at  her.   I  was  feeling  both
embarrassed and more than a little aroused again.

Her return look was slightly mocking.  She gave a wry  smile  and
shook her head.

"You *are* a strange man . . . Most men would be  to  jealous  to
even consider it.  Could you really handle it?"

I paused before replying.

"I . . . think so.  As long as I knew you  still  loved  me,  and
were still coming back to me."

"What *would* make you angry, then?"

I thought carefully.

"Sneaking  around.   Leaving  me.   Not  taking  precautions  and
getting some nasty disease."

She laughed. "Pretty easy conditions . .  .  You  *are*  strange.
How come I've never heard this before?"

I had to swallow a lump before replying.

"Because I was afraid of losing you.  When I've  got  my  fantasy
girl  right  next to me every night, the woman I most love in the
world . . .  do you think I want to louse *that* up?"

Somehow, we were  hugging  each  other  tightly  by  the  time  I
finished.  I let the tightness of her embrace push aside my fear.
Ripping open your soul and  exposing  your  hidden  fantasies  is
never easy, and I was grateful for her comforting arms around me.

Even a moment this  charged  eases  eventually;  as  I  gradually
relaxed a question of my own formed.

"Why do you always ask for *my* fantasies?   You're  one  of  the
sexiest  women  I've  ever known, you enjoy sex stories . . . but
you never tell me what turns *you* on."

She looked away for a moment, then back.  Her reply was halting.

"I don't really have any particular fantasies.  I  just  like  to
listen  to  you,  or read a story, or watch a movie . . . after a
while, I get hot."

She was blushing faintly by the time she finished.

"Any particular stories or movies?  *Nothing*  excites  you  more
than  anything  else?  You never have any daydreams, or thoughts,
or images that really turn you on?  I don't think I believe you."

She turned face down till all I could see  was  the  top  of  her
head.  When she spoke, I could barely hear her voice.  It sounded
as if she were crying.

"Oh . . . damn you!  What turns  me  on  is  thinking  about  you
watching  me  while I fuck! Satisfied? I think about you watching
from the closet, or maybe two of you together, taking turns . . .
And  when  you brought that up tonight I was so hot.  God, I feel
like such a slut."

Her voice broke at the end.  When she  raised  her  face  it  was
streaked with tears.  My comforting kiss was returned cautiously,
then eagerly.  I felt myself responding almost immediately as she
began sliding her slick pussy up and down my leg.

This time, there was no subtlety or playfulness in our sex.  This
wasn't  lovemaking,  this  was two rutting animals trying to fuck
each  other  senseless.   We  had  just  enough   strength   left
afterwards to hold each other before sleep took us.

*****************************************************************

Over  the  next several days, we had several long talks.  We were
both relieved to find that our partner wasn't disgusted;  at  the
same time, we were both unsure how far we wanted to go.

As a fantasy, it was fine - we had some of  our  best  sex  while
discussing  it  -  but the reality was tricky.  As hot as it made
us, neither of us thought that going further would be worth it if
it  broke  us  up,  or  hurt  our  pair bond.  At the same, if it
*wouldn't* break us up we both were willing to try.   We  finally
ended  up  making a list of all our concerns and requirements for
going further.

First, we  both  agreed  that  long-term  commitments  were  out.
Friends, occasional playmates, yes, but our marriage came first.

Just as importance was safe  sex.   With  all  the  diseases  out
there,  only  a  fool  would take chances.  Any sex would be with
low-risk partners, and condoms would *always* be used.

And finally, we both  felt  more  comfortable  knowing  that  our
partner  was  present,  or  at  least  nearby.  If we couldn't be
together, we didn't want to do it at all.  For both of us, a good
deal  of  the excitement was the voyeuristic charge of performing
for a loving audience.

The hard part was finding playmates.

In stories, it's always easy;  swing  partners  crop  up  out  of
nowhere.  In  practice,  it's  never  that  easy.   Consider  our
requirements - we needed someone or ones that we could trust, who
were  healthy, attractive, available, and *discreet*.  If we were
hooked into the swinging lifestyle, it would probably  have  been
easier, but we didn't know anybody who was; or, possibly, who was
willing to talk about it.

Swinger's contact magazines are out there, and we looked at  some
- the variety of advertisers was eye-opening - but neither one of
us felt comfortable  with  replying  to  an  ad;  it  seemed  too
calculated,  and  cold.   Swinger's  party  houses,  in  the same
magazines, were out for the same reason - we both wanted  to  get
to  know  a  potential  bedmate  before  deciding.   We  had been
hesitating for months when Rich called to  let  me  know  he  was
going to be in town.  Suddenly, it all fell into place.

Rich was an old college buddy of mine.  Since leaving college, we
only  see  each other occasionally, perhaps once or twice a year,
but we made a point of staying in contact.  Best of all,  he  and
Tam  already had a well established flirtation; I'm quite certain
that if Tam and I had not been married he would have  long  since
have  asked  her  out.  Our  only  problem  would  be  making the
approach.

I waited till after dinner, the first night after he had arrived.
A  good  meal, and a bottle of good wine, had left us all feeling
relaxed.  When Tam left the room for a moment, I  took  advantage
of the opportunity.

Unfortunately, Emily Post never addressed the problem of  how  to
politely ask "Would you like to join the two of us in our bedroom
and spend the night fucking like  bunnies?"  Though  I  tried  my
best, I felt *extremely* awkward.

"Are you *serious*?  Tam wants me to *make love* with her,  while
you  *watch*?  Are you crazy? Or am I?" Unsurprisingly, he looked
rather stunned.

"Yes, we're serious.  Shocked?"

"Yeah. I *was* right - you're both crazy."

"But would you like to do it?"

"Damn straight - think I'll miss a chance like this?   Man,  I've
been  envying  you for the last few years!"  He was still shaking
his head in disbelief when Tam came back.

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It was an odd, hesitant, feeling.  We all knew that we were going
to go into the bedroom and make love.  No, that's too nice  -  we
all  knew  that  we  were  going  to go into the bedroom and fuck
ourselves silly.

It was just that until we took that first step we weren't  really
*committed*  -  we  could  still  back  out without too many hurt
feelings. At the same time, we both wanted to go forward - if the
other  was ready.  Sensing our indecision, Rich stayed studiously
casual, letting us make the first move.

I glanced at my wife.  She looked scared, but also excited.  When
I  nodded  questioningly  in  the  direction  of the bedroom, she
hesitated, then bobbed her head firmly.  I stood up, and took her
hand.   As we walked past, she reached back with her free hand to
pull Rich along.

Once  in  the  bedroom,  Tam   began   unbuttoning   her   blouse
immediately, as if to prevent second thoughts.  Her skirt fell to
join  it.   She  blushed  slightly,  but  unhooked  her  bra  and
discarded  just  as  rapidly.   Now she *did* blush, but slid her
panties off without slowing.  Still  blushing,  she  squared  her
shoulders and gave us an impish grin.

"Like what you see, gentlemen?" Her voice was more  nervous  than
sultry.   Rather  than  detracting  from  her appeal, her shyness
added to it.

Except for her doctor, I was the only man who had ever  seen  her
naked;  despite  her  fantasies,  and  her  happy  enthusiasm  in
lovemaking, the only man she had ever had.  And now, shyness  and
all,  she  was  planning on taking another man into her bed - her
body - while I watched.  Despite my own  last-minute  jitters,  I
was powerfully aroused.

I looked at her, trying to see her as our guest must.  She  *was*
lovely.  Short, slender, but rounded.  Small, firm breasts tipped
with dark, erect nipples.  A  trimmed  pubic  patch  that  neatly
framed  her  pouting  cunt.   Even  across  the  room,  her labia
appeared puffy and glistening, and the musky smell of an  aroused
woman scented the air.

I glanced at Rich.  His  attention  was  concentrated  enough  to
suggest  that he was trying to memorize every line, every detail,
of her body.  Tam held out her hand towards us,  but  Rich  stood
frozen  until  she  took his hand once more and led him closer to
the bed.

After the first step, he seemed in control of himself once  more.
When  he  reached  the  side of the bed he gently pulled his hand
from hers, and began to unbutton his  shirt.   Once  he  saw  how
closely  Tam's  eyes  were  following  his  hands, he slowed, his
movements becoming wider and rather theatrical.

Since they were preoccupied with one another, I began  undressing
myself.   The  sexual  tension  in  the  room,  and Tam's obvious
arousal, had affected me also; though I hadn't  noticed  it  till
now, my cock was already erect and hard.

Even though he had started first, Rich's deliberate pace had  him
just unbuckling his belt as I put my clothes away.  Tam seemed to
enjoy the view so far.  He gave me a grin as I walked  up  behind
Tam and hugged her; it widened as she pushed her bare bottom back
against my erect cock and wiggled it.

"Can't wait?"

The question could have been to either of us, but I answered.

"Just giving you some incentive to hurry.  Wouldn't you  like  to
do this?"

 As I spoke, I cupped a breast and ran my thumb across the  erect
nipple.   Tam  leaned  back against me, allowing my other hand to
cup her mound. She moaned as I ran a finger up her  slit;  again,
and louder, as I released her and stepped back.

Rich laughed, and abandoned his teasing, sliding  his  pants  and
boxers down together.  My laugh joined his Tam gasped.

Though I'm not short of body hair, Rich has a near pelt, and  his
dense  pubic  patch only thinned out slightly before merging with
it.  My cock is of average length and thickness,  with  a  slight
upward  curve when erect.  Unsurprisingly, he was as turned on as
Tam and I, so I could note his was a bit shorter, but it was also
a little thicker, standing almost straight out from his body.  It
gave a slight jump when Tam timidly stroked it.

When she stepped closer to him, he met her half way,  bending  to
kiss  her.   When  her  arms  went around his neck, he pulled her
close.  Despite myself, I felt a pang of jealousy when his  hands
gently kneaded her naked ass.

Without letting go, his hands slid lower and cupped  her  bottom,
pulling  her  off  the ground and carrying her to the bed.  For a
moment, I though that he would plunge straight  in;  instead,  he
slid  a little lower and began to slowly massage and nurse on her
tits.

I lay down on Tam's other side, propping myself up on an elbow to
watch them.  I slid my free hand down to cup Tam's wet pussy; she
gave a delighted shudder when I slid a finger inside her.  I gave
her a smile before moving a bit further back.

Contrary to my first thought, Rich was in  no  particular  hurry.
After  a  couple  of  tip-of-tongue  flicks to Tam's nipples (she
giggled), he backed off a little  and  began  running  his  hands
gently  up and down her body. To her frustration, he paid no more
attention to her breasts or cunt than he did the rest; it  seemed
that he was intent on memorizing every feature before moving on.

Finally, her patience broke; she took  his  hand  and  placed  it
firmly  on  her  sex.   He  gave her an devilish grin, cupped her
mound briefly, and drew her into another lingering kiss.

When he finally released her, she took command; pushing him  over
onto his back, she got a condom from the bedside table and opened
the packet.  Her crisp efficiency faltered for a moment when  she
started  to  roll  it on him; after all, this was only the second
penis she had handled in her life.  With a  visible  effort,  she
calmed herself and finished rolling it on.

I had expected her to mount him, but instead  she  moved  between
the two of us, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.  The
invitation was unmistakable, and Rich  rolled  over  and  kneeled
between  her  legs.  Though her eyes were on him, her hand snaked
over  and  grasped  mine.   I  gave  her  a  little  squeeze   of
reassurance and let my attention follow hers.

With one hand, Rich had gently spread her swollen labia; the head
of  his  latex-sheathed  cock  was resting on the wet pink of her
inner cunt. After a breathless moment, he began to move it in.  A
storm  of  emotions - envy, a pang of jealousy, sheer lust - went
through me as he began to slide his  cock  into  Tam.   Her  lips
spread  a  bit  further, then began to stretch until the head was
fully inside; then the rest  of  his  cock  began  to  disappear.
Moments  later,  his pubic tangle meshed with Tam's neat patch as
he buried his full length in my wife's cunt.

Their faces were  a  striking  contrast;  he  looked  determined,
serious, and somewhat concerned, as if afraid of moving too fast.
Tam appeared to be transported; her eyes were half-closed and her
breathing had speeded up.

"Please . . . faster." I could barely hear her, but Rich  speeded
up  immediately,  his  second and third strokes coming faster and
more firmly.  From the way he was pounding into  her,  I  doubted
that he'd last long, but it seemed to be what she wanted; she was
matching him thrust for thrust.

It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen: our friend's  thick
cock  sliding  wetly in and out of my wife's tight cunt, plumbing
depths that only I had ever explored before.   He  surprised  me;
rather than coming almost immediately, he managed to keep himself
under control for several minutes, long enough for both  of  them
to  build  up  a sheen of sweat. But despite his intentions, when
Tam locked her feet behind his butt he  couldn't  hold  back  any
longer; he came with a half-triumphant, half- frustrated bellow.

Tam whimpered when he  withdrew,  but  it  was  needless;  almost
before  he was out of the way I was on her, thrusting my own cock
into her just-emptied cunt.  Though I sometimes dislike  them,  I
was  glad of the condom I was wearing tonight; without it I might
have come at once.

Despite the thorough fucking that Rich had just  given  her,  Tam
hadn't  come  yet  - she seldom does unless she's on top.  He had
taken her to the edge, though; only a couple of minutes  after  I
entered  her  I  felt her body tighten with anticipation.  As her
orgasm hit, I relaxed and let mine rise to join with  it;  I  was
dimly  aware  that we were both screaming with the joy? agony? of
release.

For a while, we all lay in an exhausted heap on the bed.   Sooner
than I would have expected, we began to revive.

After the first time, much  of  the  evening  passed  in  a  sex-
flavored blur; only a few disjointed images remaining clear.

Image: Tam riding Rich while she  and  I  exchange  a  passionate
kiss.

Image: Tam alternating back and forth between our cocks,  sucking
each in turn.

Image: Fucking Tam doggy-style, pounding in as hard  as  I  could
while she sucked Rich's cock.

Things like order, and how many times each of us  came,  I  don't
know.  The only other clear memory of the night was the last time
- Tam living out a scene from one of her favorite tapes.

"You want *what*?" I wasn't sure I had heard correctly.

"I want you in my ass and him in my cunt.  Please?"

I looked at her worriedly. "Can you?  Not  will  you,  but  *can*
you?"

"I . . . think I can.  I *will*. Please . . ." She let  it  trail
off.

Despite my doubts, I was  ready.   With  the  aid  of  plenty  of
lubricant,  I managed to slide my condom-wrapped cock through her
tight anal  sphincter,  doing  my  best  to  ignore  her  muffled
whimpers.  Once the head was in, it was less of a struggle, but I
still took it as gently as I could, pushing slowly in till I  was
fully ensheathed.

I gave her a few seconds to adjust to the fullness before  slowly
rolling  over  on  my  back, taking her with me.  I felt her legs
spread, and his knees press down on the bed outside  my  own.   A
moment later, I felt his cock sliding into her.

I let them find their own pace before beginning to  thrust;  with
both their weights on top of me, I couldn't move too much anyhow.
I could feel his cock sliding back and forth, separated from mine
by  only  a  thin  membrane,  and feel his balls slapping against
mine.  Gradually, I joined in.  Without a word being  passed,  he
and I began to move in unison; each time we thrust I could hear a
little groan/whine escape from Tam's lips. Under  my  hands,  her
nipples were like little pebbles.

This time, it was easier than normal to tell  when  Tam's  orgasm
hit;  her  sphincter  tightened  so much that I couldn't move.  A
second or so later, Rich's shudder announced that  he,  too,  had
climaxed.   I  moaned  with  frustration; I was close myself, but
unable to move.  Even when he withdrew,  Tam's  asshole  held  me
immobile.

Soon, though, the tension eased. I rolled her over on her stomach
and  began  thrusting  in  earnest.   After only a few strokes, I
erupted in my strongest orgasm of the night.

It was also my final orgasm of the night.  I was  totally  spent.
Somehow,  I  remained  conscious  enough  to  pull out, but I was
moving like an automaton as I discarded the  condom  and  cleaned
myself.  Tam just lay where she was, barely enough energy left to
roll over onto her back; the lips of her half-open  pussy  looked
swollen  and  bruised.   Rich  bent  to  give  Tam  a kiss before
stumbling down the hall in the direction of the  guest  room.   I
barely remember pulling one of the discarded blankets up to cover
us before collapsing.

*****************************************************************

"Would you do it again?" I asked her.

Tam's reply was slow and thoughtful.  "I'm not sure.  I .   .   .
don't think I could take it on a regular basis."

"Sorry we did it?"

"Well . . . No.  Never! I worked out most of  my  fantasies  that
night."

"Only most?" I teased.

"Honey, I don't think I'd *survive* a gang-bang!"