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 We were young, still enjoying the newness of marriage and the exploration
of sex.  Both of us were virgins before we got married, had often played
together prior to our wedding but only to the extent of oral sex.  After we
were our marriage, hungry for each other, we sucked and fucked as often as
time allowed.

   Charie was one of those women who, in public, was always the model of
decorum and class.  She had been raised in the church and was bent upon
fulfilling her religious obligations.  We attended church regularly, where
Charie taught Sunday school, and we had both sang in the choir.

   On our honeymoon trip to New York City were enticed into a porn shop on
Times Square where there was a screening room and I introduced Charie to
her first porno flick.  She was afflicted with guilt but driven by the
titillation of the film and masturbated, actually climaxing several times.
The film was of two men on one woman, something my wife had never conceived
of before that time.  The men were both hung, but I am large also, so,
having been with only one man the large endowment of the actors seemed
normal to her.

   Quite often, after our honeymoon, after having fucked to satiation she
would wondered out loud what it would be like to be ravished by more than
one man, like she had seen in the movie.  I found the conversation
stimulating but never imagined that anything like that would ever happen to
us.  From my own point of view, however, I often found my self becoming
looking at attractive women and wondering what sex with them would be like.


   After our first year of marriage I had been transferred by my employer
to the city of Huntington, West Virginia.  It was 1964.  We had no children
at the time and none planned for the next five.  Charie found a teaching
job Huntington and, as we settled into the new community, we became members
of large church where, once again, Charie taught Sunday school and we both
joined of the choir.

   The choir director, John Welsh, was a handsome man of about 6'2" with
penetratingly blue eyes.  He appeared to keep himself very fit, the rumor
being that he had been a football star at one of the church affiliated
universities in Kentucky.  John's wife Penny, a stunningly attractive and
vivacious blonde, was the church organist, playing the piano and
accompanying the choir as well.

   One night after choir practice we walked out to our cars in the parking
lot.  Penny looked at John in a questioning manner and then asked if we
drank.  It had always been of interest to me that most people drank, but
those involved in churches, particularly of the Baptist variety south of
the Mason-Dixon Line, made a big deal about it.  Many people went to the
extreme of hiding liquor in their homes, fearing that other church members
might find out they drank and think them sinners.  But Huntington was a
"dry" town and we could buy liquor in a state store, but not in a
restaurant.

   "Yes," we replied to Penny's question and both she and her husband
seemed relieved.  They told us that, being our age, they wanted to get to
know us better and asked us to go out to dinner with them on Saturday,
after which we could all go to the Club.

   That was another strange thing about the state at the time.  A "club"
was, in a manner of speaking, a nightclub where one could by liquor off
premises and drink it at the club--there were two in town.  These
establishments offered a comfortable candlelit room with white table cloths
and a personal locker for each member.  After being seated a waiter would
come, take your drink order and accept the member's key where he would
retrieve the member's liquor and have drinks mixed by a bartender.

   Being new to the community we were looking for friends and both Charie
and I were pleased to accept the invitation.  Both couples were young in
the midst of a middle age world.  Besides, I couldn't help viewing Penny in
a lustful way.  Her breasts were larger than Charie's and appeared to be
perfectly formed and I wished that I could see them in the flesh.

   We bonded nicely with John and Penny at dinner, we found a great deal in
common, but it seemed strange not being able to order wine with dinner.  We
talked about how we met our spouses, the fact that neither of us wanted
children until we had been married at least five years, and we talked about
the church and how stuffy the congregation was a whole.

   It was Saturday night and the club was busy.  It was no more than a
dimly lit room with a bar at the end and restrooms on either end of the
bar. John said that is was called a key club.  I couldn't resist the urge
to make a joke and said, "I had a different opinion of a key club," I told
about how we had gone to the Playboy Club and were given a large paper key
as a pass.  Penny joined the conversation by telling us that she heard
about key clubs where couples would meet at each other's homes, throw their
car keys in a pile and pick out another couple's keys--then drive home with
the wife of the driver of whom the keys belonged.

   Charie gave me a very accusatory look, wondering how I could have
brought up such a subject with members of our church that we were trying to
impress.  I thought I had really made a mistake and couldn't wait for the
drinks to come.  When they did John offered a toast to "new beginnings."
After a couple of drinks our conversation opened up.  Once again, it was
Penny who, giggling nervously, got the conversation going by saying, "Do
you think they have any of those key clubs in Huntington?" John glanced at
her, then looked at us and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "My blonde
wife."

   "I read a book about it once," Penny continued.  "It seems funny, but
all of the characters in the book were normal people just like us.  They
were just curious what it would be like to go to bed with another person's
husband...or wife.

   "Well," Charie said, "maybe if they were taking care of each other in
bed they wouldn't be so curious." She blushed then reached for my hand
smiled, as if to to make a statement about our happiness as a couple.

   John looked at me and I shrugged.

   "I know it's not considered normal in our society," Penny said, "but
maybe some people just need more...or maybe they are just...  insatiably
curious."

   "Curious, Or just insatiable?" Charie challenged.  She looked at me,
then at Penny then John.

   Penny's cheeks glowed pink.  "I mean...I've heard of women who are
nymphomaniacs...they just have to have lots of sex." Here eyes darted to
her husband then to Charie and she went on.  "I know that I shouldn't be
saying this to a church member, but haven't you ever looked at a man who
just turned you on and wished that you could have sex with him?"

   John and I both looked at each other and rolled our eyes.  I was amazed
that the conversation was going this way and, even though I was
uncomfortable, hoped it would continue.  John just rolled his eyes again
and proclaimed Penny's blondness..

   "I can't imagine having sex with anybody else other than my husband,"
Charie said in defense.  She eyed me and smiled, but fidgeting with her
hands.  Penny must have struck a nerve.

   "I shouldn't be talking this way Charie, we're just getting to know you,
and already I've managed to upset you." Her eyes begged forgiveness from
John.  "I'm sorry," she said, "It must have been the drinks.  " That night
when we went to bed Charie seemed distant." She really upset you honey,
didn't she," I said.

   She was silent for a while then blurted out: "You would hate me Gary if
I hadn't said that I couldn't imagine having sex with another man."

   "You mean you have baby?"

   She was silent for a long time.  Then sheepishly she said, "Yes."

   I smiled to myself then said, "Well sweetie, I've thought of having sex
with a lot of women--but haven't."

   "But guys are supposed to think that way honey," she argued, "For a
woman to admit to that would make her a slut.  I feel ashamed Gary.  Do you
hate me?" This penitence came after a full year of telling me how she
wondered what another man would feel like inside her.  Her conversation
stimulated me to an immediate erection.

   "Who have you been imagining that you would like to have sex with
Charie," I asked.

   "Are you getting angry with me Gary?"

   I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my substantial erection
and said, "If I were mad baby, do you think that I would have gotten this
hard?"

   She laid her head on my chest, the air from her nostrils washing my bare
skin (I always sleep in the nude).  Her hand gently grasped my hardness and
moved the loose outer skin of my cock up and down, stroking to please me.
She was quiet...  but something was on her mind.  "You didn't answer my
question baby, I said." She didn't answer, just kept slowly stroking. 
"Baby?" I asked again, feeling her hand exciting my cock, imagining the man
sitting across the table from me that night spreading Charie's legs and
mounting her, sliding his cock inside her and, with her toes stabbing at
the ceiling, fucking her to a wild orgasm.

   "Baby?" I asked again, "who do you imagine you would like to be
fucking?"

   It was like the voice of a little girl who had done something wrong and
was confessing to her father when she said, "John."

   The announcement made me explode.  My balls released my load with a
force that I hadn't experienced since I was thirteen years old.  Charie
lifted her face, my sticky sperm sagging from her forehead to her nose. 
Stifling a sob of relief she gasped, "Oh, darling.  You were excited about
it too!

   My initial explosion was a preamble to a long and passionate night.  In
the morning the sheets on our bed were bunched up, still damp from the
soaking that came from our bodily fluids.  Charie's hair, ordinarily soft
and silky, was matted and stuck together, like she had sculpted it with
Mousse.  The large lips of her pussy were red and puffy, almost raw.  My
cock was chaffed, burning to my touch, my testicles feeling as if they had
been squeezed in a vise.  Our love making had been so avaricious that we
smelled like athletes after a long and hard fought contest.  But
perspiration was only one component of our redolence.  We both had an
epiphany that transported us to insatiable lust and were both exhausted...
not really in the mood for church.

   Since the experience in the porno shop in New York city Charie had
discussed her curiosity of what another man's penis would feel like inside
her.  I never discouraged her fantasy.  But the mere suggestion of sex with
John and Penny at first had filled us at first with feelings of guilt, then
sent us into a passionate interaction which we pursued with wild abandon.
There was no question that we were both in need of R&R, a respite to insure
that we didn't do permanent damage to our sexual assets.

   The coffee and hot showers mitigated our sluggishness to a certain
extent but, as we drove to church that Sunday morning we drove feeling that
we wouldn't be fucking for a while, just wanting to rest our wounded
bodies.

   After what I had imagined about John and Penny, whether it was true or
not, participating in the choir would never be the same.  While sitting in
the choir loft during Church, watching Penny play the organ, my eyes
fixated on the mounds beneath her robe.  When she played I could see them
bounce and wondered if her nipples were stimulated by the friction created
with the fabric of her bra.  I cursed my eyes when my penis began to swell.
And when we stood to sing I winced as my raw, plumping member burned at the
touch of my underwear.

   With both John and Penny it was business as usual.  There were no
further looks or remarks that might have indicated that last night had even
taken place.  But in the parking lot, after church, John and Penny caught
up with us.  "We really enjoyed your company last night," he said.  "Would
you like to do it again?" Penny smiled hopefully.

   "It was a great evening," I said looking at Charie shaking my head, "A
great evening...  and the conversation was fun."

   "Am I forgiven for speaking inappropriately?" Penny asked.

   Coming to her aid Charie said, "You were just sharing what was on your
heart Penny...Actually; Gary and I talked quite a bit about what you said.
I don't know if I am ready to agree with it all but we both thought your
point of view was interesting."

   "I just don't like being a phony," Penny said, "I'm not saying that you
are Charie.  It's just...if I feel comfortable with a friend; I like to say
what's on my mind."

   John jumped in, "So, shall we go to dinner again?  We can finish off at
the club again and..." He wanted to continue but thought better of it.

   By Tuesday Charie and I were back in the saddle, enjoying the rides even
more.  After discovering the excitement thoughts of sex with John and Penny
brought to us it seemed that when we made love there was a new dimension to
our every action.  Without verbal communication on the subject we both
looked to possibilities that Saturday night might uncover.

   At choir practice in the middle of the week John was all business. 
Penny did her competent job at the piano with no interchange and after
practice we parted, saying that we would see each other Saturday night.

   All day Saturday, fantasizing what I thought possible, I couldn't keep
my mind off Penny.  Neither of us shared our thoughts with the one another,
but each time I looked at Charie she smiled with new sparkle in her eyes.

   We both took longer than usual in getting ready.  While I was taking my
shower I closed my eyes under the warm water and visualized Penny naked. 
My nine inch cock felt even bigger in my hand as I masturbated, wanting to
cum and take the edge off.  I didn't embarrass myself by popping my load
like a teenager if the excitement of a possible encounter with Penny
actually took place.

   As Charie was drying her hair, I noticed that her nipples were reddened
and plumped.  She had a wonderfully slim hourglass body.  Her breasts were
much smaller than Penny's, but her nipples were well oversized for her
breasts.  It was then that I began having doubts.  "Have you thought Charie
that we might be acting like a couple of kids?  Maybe we're setting
ourselves up for a disappointment."

   "I don't think so Gary," she said, "Maybe it won't happen tonight but
the way John looks at me I know he wants to fuck me."

   We dressed for dinner--that was the drill in the 60s.  I wore a suit,
white shirt and tie.  Men's underwear was either white boxers, or white
briefs.  I wore boxers because I loved my wife to feel my hard-on whenever
we danced.  Charie wore sexy lace white panties, a white garter belt and
dark hose (thigh-highs were a long way off.  A "proper" lady wore a girdle
to hold her stockings up, but Charie was a bit of a rebel.) She wore a
matching lace bra and a black sheath dress that went just below her knees.
On her feet she wore black peau-de-soie pumps with three inch stiletto
heals.

   John and Penny were to pick us up at seven.  At 6:52 there was a knock
on the door.  I opened the door expecting to see only John coming to
collect us, but standing next to him was Penny.  She looked gorgeous in her
dark purple sheath dress with matching peau-de-soie high heels that made me
want to smooth my hands over her beautifully sculptured ankles and calves.

   I invited them in and they compliments about how nice our apartment was.
We lived in a second floor apartment in a four unit building.  Biting the
bullet we paid more for a two bedroom because we wanted to encourage
members of our family to visit us.  Charie came out of the bedroom, putting
on her left earring as she walked.  Both John and Penny looked her up and
down; each complimented her dress.  John asked if he could use the bathroom
and disappeared.  We didn't sit down because we had to leave for our 7:30
reservations.

   Coming back through the kitchen John said," Two bedrooms; nice.  Wish we
had two bedrooms.  This would be a great place for a...  party.  Have you
ever had overnight guests?" He seemed to be covering a lot of bases. 
Looking at Penny he said with a chuckle, "If we had two bedrooms we could
sleep around."

   Penny saw us Charie and I looking at one another and clarified, "He
means we could fuck in one bedroom tonight and then the other tomorrow
night."

   Unacustomed to coarse language coming from such a consummate church lady
Charie's cheeks turned red.  She dumbfounded all of us, especially me, when
she said looking at John, "In that case, maybe we could just order a pizza,
and you and Penny could try out the guest bedroom while we're waiting for
it to be delivered."

   John and Penny looked at each other thinking that Charie's remark was
made sarcastically.  "Oh Charie," Penny said, "I apologize.  I don't know
what got into me.  I'm not usually this crude." She reached for Charie's
hand and said, "Will you forgive me honey?"

   Penny's use of the word "fuck" in our presence had an aphrodisiac effect
on me.  The whole turn of events amazed me.  The color in Charie's face had
faded somewhat, but her eyes still glowed.  Her gaze penetrated Penny's as
if she was getting ready to throw down the gauntlet.

   "Penny," she said, "Who do you think you are to come into our house and
use a word like fuck in our presence?" Her eyes blazed and I thought the
evening would come to an abrupt end.  "We've never used that word in
conversation with another couple.  It's a private word...between us.  I
can't believe what I just heard."

   John looked at Penny who was shrinking with guilt.  He was obviously
uncomfortable, skulking back toward the door like he was preparing for a
quick getaway.  I was just embarrassed by the whole thing, feeling foolish
for having such wild thoughts in the first place, wishing there was a
Scotty to beam me up.

   "Look at what you've done to my poor Gary," Charie continued, her lips
curling into a wry smile, "He looks like he has a banana in his shorts,"
then casting Penny an accusatory glance at Penny, "All because of you."

   The bulge of my prominent cock made an impressive display and, before I
could cover it with my hands, all eyes looked me in the crotch.  I guess
all those conversations brought on by the porno movie in the adult book
store in New York City, about how much she wondered what another cock would
feel like inside her hand emboldened her.  She was about to make it clear
to all of us that she wasn't going to wait for delayed gratification.

   Charie laughed then continued, "My poor baby gets a hard-on every time
he sees you Penny.  And John...ever since last Saturday night I get wet
every time I hum the music we've been practicing." She hesitated, braced
herself to hold back her emotions and continued, "So, I have to ask myself
John, when your wife talked about fucking in one bedroom tonight and
another tomorrow night, did she also think about fucking another man
tonight in another bedroom?  I did, and I'm going to." I was dumbfounded.
"So," Charie said, "what does everybody want on the want on the pizza?"

   So here we were, all dressed for the evening, at home waiting for a
pizza to be delivered.  Charie had situated all of our candles around the
apartment (we used thirty in our bedroom when made love).  She had wrapped
a dishtowel around the base of my cock to keep cum stains off my dark suit
and was working her mouth on my cock, at the same time flicking and rubbing
her clitoris with her finger.  We were both excited by the wild, muffled
sounds of John and Penny's passions leaking through the thin door of our
guest bedroom.  This was a fitting prelude to what we now knew would
happen, and the mysteries yet to come.

   I heard the barely audible noises of John and Penny's frolic from the
bedroom, which was an incredible turn-on.  Charie was sucking my cock but
in my mind it was Penny's mouth which, before the evening was out, would
know the taste of my semen.  I wanted to wait until I heard Penny' orgasm
before popping my wad and, even though I had masturbated earlier in the
shower, I needed to squeeze the cheeks of my ass together to keep from
cumming.  When I heard Penny's muffled cry of, "Yess, yess, oh yessss," I
relaxed my ass and filled Charie's mouth with my load.  Squirming, she
pulled her mouth off my cock, looking up at me with her doe eyes, smiling
with a trickle of my semen dribbling from the corner of her mouth, then
froze, her finger having worked her clit to her own release.  We were
startled by a knock on the door...our pizza had arrived.

   Charie arranged the pizza on the coffee table in the living room,
brought a basket-bottle of Chianti from the kitchen and poured four
glasses. She nodded to me and I went to the guest bedroom door and knocked.
"Pizza's here."

   I shed my coat and took off my tie.  Leaning against my legs, Charie had
kicked off her heels and was sitting on the floor with her legs curled
under her when the door to the bedroom opened.  Penny came out first.  She
had stripped the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her like a
toga, her nipples showing prominently through the thin fabric.  John came
through the door in stocking feet tucking his white shirt into his pants
and zipping up his fly.

   Holding her arms out wide Penny stood before us and said, "The latest
fashion from Rome." Then, "I hope you don't mind that I am using your
sheet...  there were too many clothes to put back on and I didn't want to
come to the table naked.  Besides," wrinkling her nose and grinning, "we
kind of messed up your bed."

   Charie just smiled at her and said, "Sleeping around has a way of making
beds messy...  we're going to have to change the beds in the morning
anyway. So, what's a sheet between friends?"

   "Charie's my kind of woman," John said to me, pulling the arm chair
closer to the coffee table and sitting down.

   "That remains to be seen," I said, my exercised cock beginning to iron
out its wrinkles again.

   Penny sat on the floor across from Charie.  She picked up her wine glass
and held it out.  "To Church friends," she said and laughed.

   We all echoed, "To church friends," clinking glasses and then tipping
them to our lips.

   The wine warmed my stomach and I felt like a man of the world, wicked
and ready for an evening of debauchery.  Honoring the woman in the toga I
said, "Let the games begin," and looked into Penny's laughing eyes.

   Holding my gaze she replied, "I love games and, from the size your bat
seems to be I might be in for some heavy innings." Looking over at Charie,
she asked, "Is Gary's the biggest cock you've ever had?"

   Charie directed her answer to John.  "Gary's is the only cock I've ever
had.  But I have an idea that tonight will improve my batting average." She
stood, walked over to John's chair and lowered herself into his lap.  "Do
you mind?" she asked, looking over at me to make sure that I approved.

   Thinking how brazen my sweet wife had become in such a short period of
time, I nodded and smiled.  Then, looking at Penny, I patted the seat
beside me.  She complied, sat next to me and nestled close.

   John draped his arm over Charie' shoulder and pulled her closer.  She
took his hand and placed it on her breast.  It was clear that she wasn't
going let this evening slip away without being introduced to John's cock.

   "Are you sure you've never done this before Charie?" Penny asked.

   "Nope, I haven't," Charie said, returning her gaze.  "I don't have the
advantage of your experience Penny...  but that doesn't mean I haven't
thought about it more than once."

   The pizza and wine satisfied our need to eat.  Candle light made the
ambience of the room conducive to deep stirrings and it wasn't long before
we were all necking, at first lightly pecking then with wet slurps...a
delicious preamble to the evening.  Penny's lips were delicious, her
breasts, through the thin fabric of the sheet, were soft to my touch.  The
excitement of experiencing another woman was almost feverish, my cock
straining to get loose of my restrictive suit trousers.  The knowledge that
I would soon be experiencing the pleasures of this exciting woman, coupled
with the knowledge that my wife was on the verge of fucking John's brains
out, had my balls ready to explode.  We needed a signal to start and Charie
provided it.

   "Um, honey," she said, "I think you and Penny should use the master
bedroom.  "I want John to fuck me on the same bed he fucked Penny." She
rose quickly from John's lap, took his hand and said, "Have a good time you
two."



   The sound of John laughing and Charie giggling behind the closed door
caused us both to grin.  I imagined Charie's dress going over her head and
her standing in her garter belt and hose, her petite breasts mounding
demurely at the top of her low-cut bra.  I looked at Penny and said, "What
are you thinking?"

   "She's on the pill, right?" Penny said.  I responded that she was and
her eyes got all dreamy when she said, "I love the thought of my husband's
uncircumcised cock cumming in your wife's pussy...that's gonna be nice."

   I felt self-conscious that my cock had been cut and asked, "What makes
you think that I've been circumcised?"

   "Most guys are," she came back, "But what you've got honey..." she
stopped talking and bent forward, fumbled with my fly and managed my zipper
down, "is..." Her hand reached in and I felt her fingers wrap around me,
and then pull me out, "a cock that John would be proud to be swinging...and
I'd love to be riding," taking a better look at my cock she gasped, "God,
you're big."

   As her mouth covered the head of my cock my eyes bugged out and I bucked
my hips.  She sucked it in a couple of inches, backed off and took me deep
inside her mouth until my glans touched the back of her throat, which made
her gag slightly.  She pulled all the way off, looked up at me in wonder
and said, "I've never had a cock that big inside me and I don't want to
wait for years before I do."

   Standing, she took my hand and said, "Take a couple of candle Gary; I
don't want the lights on, but I want to be able to see what we are doing."
She walked ahead of me carrying a candle in each hand, her willowy body
casting shadows on the wall.  As I followed my erect penis, protruding
through my fly, waggled from side to side.  I slowed as I went past the
guest bedroom door but heard nothing and wondered what they were doing; my
imagination ran free.

   Penny stood in the bedroom doorway anxiously beckoning me to hurry.  As
the sheet dropped to the floor, even though the lighting was dim, I could
see her marvelously shaped body, her ample breasts, the large brown circle
of her areolas and her light brown pubic triangle.  Her sculptured legs
would arouse any male's passions.  There was no part of her body that
wasn't a turn-on--at least to me.

   Closing the door behind me I set the two candles on the dresser.  Penny
set hers on the night stands on either side of the bed and sat down and
said seductively, "get dressed for bed big boy." The mirror emphasized the
light from the candles and washed the walls with a dusky hue.  Penny could
hardly wait for me to strip off my shirt, my pants and my boxers, before
her hand was on my cock.  "God," she said, "I've always dreamed of being
fucked by something this big." With a girlish giggle she bent down and
touched the tip of my oozing head with her tongue and with her hand, jerked
the loose outer skin of my shaft up and down.  Her tongue slathered the
silky precum around my purplish head then, lifting my shaft, tickled the
groove on the bottom of my glans.

   She knew the spot well and her expert licking caused me to "ooh" and
splay my legs, wiggling them excitedly.  With her saliva gathered in a pool
on her tongue she moistened me and her lips glided smoothly over the wet
coating.  Taking half of it's length into her mouth her tongue waggled over
the underside of my shaft, then took more until she gagged quietly when my
head touched her soft palate.  Backing off, her lips slid repeatedly in
shorter thrust and her tongue swirled around my electrified flesh.

   Through the wall of the adjoining room I heard my wife's muted giggle,
and imagined that John was eating her pussy.  I didn't wanting Penny to
think she had to ask so I stood up and pulled my cock from her mouth.  She
responded with a," no," to which I assured, "I just want to eat your pussy
while you suck my cock; is that alright?"

   "It's more than alright sweetie," she purred and stretched out on the
bed with her knees bent and her legs opened wide.

   I heard the creaking of the bed in the next room.  John was fucking
Charie.  I was truly excited about our new experience and hadn't, as I had
expected, become the least bit jealous.  The sound sent goose bumps over my
entire body and my passion intensified as I lowered my cock to Penny's
mouth, wrapping my arms around her thighs, pulling them higher and wider,
and probing my tongue into the crack of her luscious cunt.  I had
completely forgotten that she and John had fucked before the pizza came and
was intrigued by the taste that his cum added to her succulent pussy,
making it taste like the Japanese sushi delicacy, Uni (Sea Urchin).

   She sucked me deep and long then in short slurps, moaning while I teased
her clitoris, sucked her labia in and out, and explored all of her pussy
that my tongue would reach.  Her tongue was on my balls, licking, tickling
and her hand, wrapped around my cock, stroked the loose outer skin.  I felt
like I was going to cum but was able to forestall it by squeezing the
cheeks of my ass tight.  The crisis passed and I raised her legs high and
licked her puckered asshole, which causing her first shuddered orgasm.  It
was a whimper more than a moan or scream but I was pleased that I had
gotten off to a good start.

   I wanted to do more but was restrained by the position so I stood back
up and pulled her legs, dragging her until her ass was resting on the edge
of the bed.  On my knees on the floor I covered her pussy with my mouth and
began tickling the underside of her ass with my pinkie finger.  "Yes, I
love it," Penny cooed.

   Through the wall, the creaking of the bed accelerated and I could hear
John's muffled grunts coupled with Charie's 'ooh, ooh, oohs." John screamed
"Yes!" and then there was silence.  I was beside myself, knowing that my
wife had just been fucked in the next room, that another man had just cum
inside her "one-man" pussy while her one man was having his way with her
fucker's most delicious wife.

   I raised Penny's legs and puckered my lips on her anus, gathered saliva
in my mouth and squirted it inside.  "I love it," She sighed.  Then, I
slowly slid my middle finger inside her ass, and slid two fingers of my
other hand inside her pussy.  With the thumb of the same hand I caressed
her juice slickened clitoris, moved my fingers in and out, making sure that
the finger in her ass pushed through her anal wall and made contact with
the fingers on the other side.  Faster and faster my fingers fucked Penny's
orifices and she undulated faster and faster to match my thrusts...finally
stiffening then shuddering and calling out, "Oh God," while climaxing
again.

   She rested in my arms letting her breathing come down.  "That's twice,"
she said, "This is better than I had hoped for...  and we haven't even
fucked."

   Laying my head on her soft abdomen, listening to her quiet inner
rumblings, I reached up and caressed her breasts.  I felt more and more
like the lover I considered myself to be.  Her nipples hardened and I
rolled them between my fingers and thumbs.  I knew that I could pinch
Charie's nipples real hard but was tentative about Penny's.

   The other bedroom door opened and then I heard the bathroom door close.

   "Harde," she said, and I knew it wasn't something just peculiar to my
wife.

   The toilet flushed, and the door opened, then closed again.

   I squeezed harder until Penny's body began to writhe then I released and
she climaxed again, this time with a long and high pitched, "ooh."

   The toilet flushed again and the door opened, followed by the sound of
the other bedroom door closing.

   "You're doing marvelously well Gary," Penny assured me then giggled
softly.  "Sound's like they're going for their second round.  Are you sure
you're alright with this?"

   "I'm better than alright," I said.

   "It's funny," she said, it's usually the wives who have to be talked
into this.  Charie jumped at it.  You two are very natural at this.  I
can't believe you haven't done it before."

   "Maybe we've been waiting for the right couple to come along," I said,
still finding it hard to believe I was here with Penny in my bed.

   I raised her legs again and spread them wide, pressed my thumbs on her
puffy lips and parted them with a wet click then licked from her asshole to
her clitoris.  The slurpy noises intensified as my mouth, my tongue and her
pussy became sopping wet.  I pucker my lips on her vagina and, gathering
all the breath my lungs would hold, I slowly expelled my hot air into the
moist darkness of her vaginal canal, expanding her gradually.  She lifted
her head and looked through her cleavage into my eyes, which were fixed on
hers.  They widened enough that I could see a margin of white.  Knowing I
had shown her something she had never experienced pleased me.  My hand was
flat on her tummy and I could feel it expand with my breath.  Sucking my
breath out I collapsed her walls, pulling them tightly against each other.
Her head dropped and her palms slapped the mattress as she expelled a
primal grunt.  Blowing and sucking again and again I was thrilled at her
reaction, listening to her grunt and slap the mattress again, again and
again.  "Oh my God!  Oh God!  Shit!" she yelled, her breath coming in short
gasps, "Oh fuck; where the hell did you learn that?"

   Silently I let it pass and positioned her back on the bed, spread her
legs and kneeled between them.  Holding my cock in my right hand I opened
her pussy with the thumb and forefinger of my left and leaned forward until
the head of my cock was kissing the portal of her moist tunnel, then leaned
gently forward.  She was tighter than Charie so I took my time, making
delicate probes until the rim of my had had popped inside her vaginal
sphincter.  Her eyes told the story.  They were wide and unbelieving. 
"Please be gentle," she said with caution in her voice.  I laughed and she
asked, "What are you laughing at?"

   "I just wouldn't have imagined a woman with your experience asking me to
be gentle."

   "I never knew what a cock this big would feel like Gary," she said. 
"It's one thing to imagine but maybe a little more intimidating to
anticipate."

   Very slowly I continued probing, jabbing a quarter of an inch at a time.
Her eyes bugged out expectantly with each probe.  Then, all of a sudden,
there was no further resistance and my cock slid deep inside until our
pubic hair matted and laced together and my balls nestled between the
cheeks of her ass.  Resting on my elbow, I savored the feeling of being
inside this lovely woman's well fucked, yet tight, pussy.

   "Gracious," she said, expelling a gulp of air, "This fucking beautiful.
You--are--so--God--damned--big."

   I backed my cock slowly out until my head tantalized her gspot, then
probed a two inch area until her legs flayed and her hips undulated in
erogenous titillation, finally pushing, sliding all the way back in.

   "I can't fuckin believe it, "she rasped." And I loved her use of dirty
words.

   I repeated the pull-out, probing and long slide, then slowly and
deliberately fucked her cunt with long slow strokes, feeling her tight warm
sponge open and close as it was being filled and evacuated.  Her legs
frog-kicked, her toes pointing to the ceiling as if they were trying to
touch it, and her head wagged wildly back and forth, her silky blond hair
twining into a disobedient mesh.

   She wrapped me tightly with her legs pulling me toward her, reached her
arms around my back and beckoned me to press against her nakedness.  My
cock tingled deep inside her moist tunnel as the compression of her breast
on my chest and the total kiss of our skin sent elegant shivers up and down
my spine.

   "When we first met you and Charie at church," she said, "it seemed that
you two had something special.  I imagined then that you were a wonderful
lover and told John that we should pursue you as friends." She was silent
for a moment, then said, "I've cum three times and you haven't even cum
once." She spread her arms wide and her legs opened their vised grip. 
"Fuck me Gary," she command, "ravish me with your huge meat."

   I wanted to make sure that I showed her my best, and, to her
consternation, I pulled my cock out of her pussy causing a comical "pop."
Then standing, I turned her over on her stomach and pulled her up on her
knees.

   "Doggie," she purred with delight and laid her head on her crossed arms,
thrusting her heart shaped ass high in the air.  My length and thickness
slid back inside her welcoming clam, "Oh yes Gary; I love fucking doggie,"
she hissed.

   In long, hard strokes we fucked, her ass loudly slapping my abdomen as
she bucked back against my thrusts.  I put my middle finger in my mouth
getting it wet and sloppy, then probed her anus, opened it and began finger
fucking her ass, pushing through her anal wall, pushing my cock tighter
into her vagina.  She was wild with ecstasy, her head wagging
uncontrollably, her hair flailing in unordered whips.  Making pig-like
snorts she met my thrusts, my pendulous balls swinging under and hitting
her hirsute mound.  'Slap, slap, slap.' The dam was ready to burst and I
barked out, "Penny, I'm gonna cum!"

   Air escaped from her lips in a razzberry buzz and she shrieked, "Yes
Gary, yes, yes, yes.  Oh God, yes!"

   I felt the sharp stab of my first spasm as the trapdoor broke open, and
my knees almost collapsed.  Each spurt filled me with animal possessiveness
and the thrill of performance achievement.  Each stroke became slipperier
as the walls of her cylinder took the lubrication of my piston.  My stomach
muscles ached from exertion but I didn't want to stop.  She was now on all
fours, her head vibrating wildly, her mouth blowing specks of saliva on my
hands and on the bed.  Our fucking now produced sloppy "futching" sounds
and bubbles formed at the ring around my cock, forcing white rivulets to
sag down my scrotum.  My strokes were now both agony and ecstasy, the
contact of my tender head confusing pain with pleasure.

   Penny collapsed on the bed, beating the mattress with her fists three or
four times, her breath escaping with long ooh, oooh, oooohs.  I fell on her
back with my nose in her hair, protecting her from my total weight with my
elbows.  We gasped for breath feeling beads of sweat forming between our
bodies, and settled slowly.

   I turned her back into the front of my body, bending her knees with mine
and spooning, my right arm draped over her side, cupping and caressing her
breast.  As we lay there we heard the other bedroom door open again, and
then the bathroom door close.

   Penny purred, "We're falling behind Gary.  They've done it twice."

   "Does that bother you Penny?" I asked.

   "Not at all," she replied, "I've never had a better 'only once." She was
quiet for a while then her body began to shake.  I thought she might be
crying, the peals starting almost silently, building louder and louder into
uproarious laughter.

   Tickled by her laughter I couldn't help adding my own, wondering what
John and Charie might be thinking in the other room, if they heard.  Then
in a wave of confusion I drifted from self-satisfaction to self-doubt,
wondering if I was being laughed at or laughed with.  But the doubt was
quickly clarified.

   "My body is still tingling," Penny said with amazement.  She started to
laugh again, struggling to stifle her amusement and said in a loud whisper,
"I've never had so many fucking orgasms at one time," again breaking into
laughter.  Her laughter subsided but her body kept shaking and she began to
sob.

   I wasn't sure of the reason.  So I just cuddled her, caressed her
breasts, snuggled close and kissed the back of her neck until her sobs
subsided into just a quick catch of breath, and then almost total
relaxation.  I thought she might be falling asleep when she asked:

   "Can I ask you to do something Gary?" Before I could answer I was
distracted by the other bedroom door opening again, and the bathroom door
closing.

   "I can't fucking believe them," Penny said shrugging her shoulders,
"Does Charie have a small bladder?" Without waiting for my answer she
asked, "Would you mind doing my clit again..?"

   In looking back on my 66 years I still think of that night as something
out of a storybook.  There I was, in bed with the voluptuous wife of the
choir director of our church while my wife was in the next room fucking the
choir director like a nymphomaniac on Spanish fly.  This is the kind of
story you can only get in the adult section of the library or, more
appropriately, in an adult bookstore.  But, it really happened...

   "I think they are finished," Penny said in a very relaxed voice.

   Penny and I had been cuddling for the last twenty minutes.  It was
delicious having her naked body so completely nestled into mine.  From the
first time she asked me to play with her clitoris, after our marvelous sex,
until now, she had had three more orgasms.  I had imagined that Penny and I
would have fucked over and over again, like John and Charie had been doing
in the next room, like Charie and I always did; my wife had a voracious
appetite for fucking.  But with Penny it was long and luscious foreplay,
exquisite fucking and erotic afterglow, all adding up to the most
fulfilling sex I had ever experienced.

   We heard the bathroom door close and, after a few moments, it opened
again, and then after another interval opened again.  I heard Charie's
voice say: "Would you like a brandy, John?" He answered yes.  Then I heard
Charie clinking glasses.  I knew that it was time for us to get up.

   "Are you alright Penny?" I asked.

   "Mmmm, I'm so alright Gary.  But, I'm sad that I have to go."

   "So, is this what you expected?" I asked.

   "I don't want to get up Gary.  I've never been loved so completely but I
still want to lay here and have more orgasms.  I want to suck your cock;
God, it's so big, and have you eat me over and over again.  But we have to
get up."

   We walked out of the bedroom, Penny once again wrapped in the sheet. 
She went into the other bedroom to gather her clothes and get dressed.  I
walked through the kitchen, into the living room.  John was dressed, his
white shirt was open at the top, "Good, huh?" he said, He looking at me in
my robe.  Charie was sitting by herself on the couch, wrapped in the bottom
bed sheet that had wet spots all over it.  She held the brandy snifter
under her nose, her face devoid of makeup, and looked up through her
eyebrows.  She looked sophisticated and contented.

   "Yeah, it was great," I said, "better than I had anticipated."

   "Ditto," he said, "Gives us lots to think about, huh?"

   "Lots," I said, hearing Charie swallow a deep giggle.  I turned as Penny
came into the room, all dressed, her hair brushed as if she just got out of
bed in the morning, her face clean and washed.

   "What do you think John?" Penny said, "We'd better get home...  church's
gonna come early in the morning."

   John got up, set his brandy down and walked toward Penny by the door. 
It seemed a strange parting, I took Charie's hand and helped her up and we
went to the door to say good-bye to our guests, who were now so proper.  I
put my arm around Charie, pulling her close to my side, feeling the wet
spots on the sheet wrapped around her, and smelled the redolence of sex.

   "Thanks for a wonderful evening John said, looking first at me and then
at Charie."

   "The pleasure was ours," I said, looking at Penny.  "We both look
forward to another such evening."

   "Many I hope," Charie said.

   We closed the door and Charie, standing wrapped in her damp and redolent
sheet, looked at me sheepishly.  "Do you hate me honey?"

   I remembered the girl in the car who, two and a half years ago pleaded
with me not to put my cock in her pussy, the wife with whom I had enjoyed
wild sex for the last year and half, the woman who after visiting the porn
shop in New York City who became obsessed with having another man's cock in
her pussy.  "Let me just say this, my love," I said, "you are a different
girl than the one who stopped me from fucking you in the car that December
night.  I thought perhaps that John and Penny would be the aggressors.  But
you stole the show."

   "Do you hate me honey?" she repeated, her question making me hard again.

   "Did you have a nice time tonight honey?" I asked.

   She looked at me with her big blue eyes that welled with tears and I
took her in my arms, caressed her tenderly, feeling the wet evidence of
hers and John's sex.  "I love you baby, and, tonight was the most exciting
thing that has ever happened in our marriage." I felt her melt into me,
relaxing from what she had feared.  "Right now honey I'm so horny for you.
I want to eat your pussy and taste John's cum and I want you to suck my
cock and taste Penny's pussy."

   "Oh God," she said, flexing her knees like a little girl needing to go
to the bathroom.  "Oh baby, I love you so much.  You make me such a happy
woman."

   Picking her up in my arms I carried her into the bedroom, laid her on
the bed and opened the sheet.  I dropped my robe to the floor, my hard cock
flexing and waggling and climbed onto the bed, straddled her face then bent
down the red and puffy lips of her pussy.  She gobbled my cock, sucking,
slurping and moaning in muffled gasps.  Taking my cock out of her mouth she
gasped, "Oh God Gary, I can smell Penny's pussy on your cock."

   I liked what she said and liked it even better when she sucked me deep
into her mouth again.  But, I was busy licking and kissing her cunt,
tasting the difference of tonight in comparison to all of our other nights
together.  I licked her semen laced juices around and around her clitoris
and she came with an ecstatic whoop, then went back to my cock, intent on
swallowing another of my loads.  This went on for over an hour, Charie
experiencing orgasm after orgasm, and me cumming, wilting, and twenty
minutes later, fucking her again and cumming from my overextended balls.

   Neither of us remembered going to sleep, but awoke in the morning, our
arms and feet entwined.  The bed was rumpled and so were we.  I looked at
my watch and it was 7:45.  We had to be at church at 8:30.  Neither of us
felt like even a quickie.  Our parts had been over-used and our minds were
sated with sexual thoughts.  It was good that we were going to a place
where we could consider our souls.