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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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   "Would you like to go to lunch?" Tina's question caught me more than a
little off-guard.

   Tina Forstner, now Tina Radcliffe, was the main reason a lot of the guys
stayed with the company, even as its fortunes waned.  She was a small,
dark-haired woman, who simply exuded sex.  Not that she was particularly
well endowed, or that she went out of her way to dress enticingly.  It was
just something that started with those big bedroom eyes, and combined with
the way she seemed at ease in almost any situation.  If she had ever dated
any of the guys in the office, they never talked about it, and it never
showed in the way she treated any of them.

   Tina was as quick to swap raunchy stories as any of the guys, and you
never had to worry about whether that hand on the shoulder or a quick hug
was going to be misconstrued - partly because if you ever did get out of
line, Tina would realign you, post haste.  She didn't believe in calling HR
to handle something that she was perfectly capable of taking care of for
herself.

   While Tina was the unofficial darling of the office, she endeared
herself to everyone by earning their respect, as well as their longing
stares.  Her smile brightened the whole place, but if there was a tough job
to be done, you wanted Tina on the team.  She kept everyone organized,
handled myriad little details that most of the guys never thought of, and
generally made sure everyone was doing what they should be doing.

   With all of this, though, I had never seen her socializing individually
with anyone, least of all me.  That was why I was speechless for a long
moment when she asked me to go to lunch.  Finally I gathered my wits enough
to realize she hadn't specifically said it would be just the two of us, no
matter what my fantasies told me to believe.

   "Sure!" I gulped, "Who else is going?"

   "Just me!" she laughed, but even to me, it sounded a little forced.

   Instead of going to one of the places nearby, we drove across town to a
little Italian place she knew.  She didn't speak on the way, except to give
directions, and by the time we got seated, my curiosity was killing me.

   I guess neither of us was very hungry.  She ordered the minestrone,
saying it was the best in the city, but that it was a meal by itself, and I
followed her lead.

   The soup was, indeed, delicious, but after the first spoonful, I didn't
taste much of it.

   "You're recently divorced," she began "aren't you Luke?"

   "Yeah, two months." I could have added 'five days, one hour, and
twenty-seven minutes.' but thought that a little melodramatic, even when it
was done on TV.

   "Did you ever cheat on your wife, Luke?" she stared at me intently as
she asked that.

   "No." was all I said.  My curiosity was still itching, but I wasn't real
comfortable with questions about my divorce.

   "Have you dated anyone since?" still staring.

   "No." I was getting a little tense.  Even someone as well liked as Tina
could step over the line.  "What's with all the questions?  Do you work for
my wife's lawyer or something?"

   "No, Luke!" she was taken aback, obviously not having considered how her
questions might be construed.  "Nothing like that!  It's just, well...  You
know I recently got married, right?"

   Actually, I had met Barry Radcliffe a couple of times when he came to
pick her up at the office.  An enormous bear of a man who made my six-two,
two hundred pounds look like the original ninety pound weakling.  He also
seemed to be one of the kindest, gentlest men on the face of the earth. 
One of those big men who have nothing to prove, and instead try to be
careful that their size doesn't unintentionally hurt or intimidate those
around them.  When he shook my hand he was careful not to apply too much
pressure, though I felt he could have crushed my hand without trying.

   "Yeah, I've met your husband." I replied, "Nice guy.  You could have
done a lot worse."

   She smiled warmly, which answered any questions I might have had about
the relationship going south, and said, "Yes he is, isn't he?  Barry is the
most thoughtful, kindest person I know, and well..."

   Her face screwed up into an expression I'd never seen on it before.

   "Look, Luke." she put her delicate hand over mine, "there's no easy way
to ask this, and I'm going to have to tell you some very private things
before I do, so I've got to ask you, please, to never tell anyone about
this conversation."

   Her eyes pled her case more eloquently than her words, but I would never
have done anything to hurt or embarrass her anyway.  I think most of the
guys felt that way about Tina.

   "Sure, Tina." I replied, as sincerely as I could, "Now what's the big
deal?"

   She crumbled her breadstick to powder, staring at me without really
seeing me, before she found the words to answer.

   "Do you find me attractive, Luke?" she said, "I mean, sexually?"

   I kind of smiled out the corner of my mouth, "I think all the guys,
possibly even Mario, and about half the women in that office find you
sexually attractive, Tina, and I'm no exception."

   Mario was blatantly gay, and made no bones about flirting with all the
guys in the office.  We put up with it the same way Tina put up with us -
as long as there was no inappropriate touching or other 'over the line'
behavior, it was just good-natured teasing.  Mario got his work done and
done well, so nobody had any complaints.

   Tina had the grace to blush at my answer, and having finished off the
breadstick, started shredding her napkin.

   "Would you like to have sex with me?" she said softly, not looking at
me, "Before you answer, you should know that there's a catch."

   Her eyes flashed upward to mine as she finished speaking.

   "The answer, of course," I replied, in what I hoped was a calm voice,
"is yes, but I'd have to know about the catch before I'd agree."

   "That's fair enough." she picked another microscopic piece off the edge
of the napkin.  "You've met Barry, so you know how big he is.  Well, he's
big where you can't see, too.  Really big!"

   Her eyes found mine again, pleading for understanding, "Too big for
someone my size!"

   "I kinda wondered about that when I first met him," I replied, "but what
does it have to do with me?"

   "That's where it gets complicated, Luke." she tore another piece off. 
"See, Barry and I love each other very much, but there's no way he's ever
going to be able to make love to me the way he wants, or the way I want."

   "We tried everything." She sighed forlornly, "I bought a bunch of
dildoes in different sizes, and we both tried using them to stretch me.  I
even thought if I could stretch my anus enough he'd be able get in there,
but it was no use.  It's one thing say 'look, if a baby can come out there,
then surely it can be stretched enough to accommodate a mere penis!', but
it's quite another to make it work.  Barry's a little over seven feet tall,
and I'm just under five feet.  I don't know how we thought it was going to
work, but it doesn't."

   "We thought about having an 'open' marriage, but the idea didn't really
appeal to either of us.  We thought about maybe bringing in another woman -
one who was bisexual but big enough to handle Barry.  We even tried it
once, but it just didn't work for me, and Barry was so concerned about me,
he didn't get much out of it, either.  We thought about another couple who
might want to swap, but finding just the right couple with the right
physical characteristics, who would be both discreet and compatible with us
was an impossible task."

   Tina destroyed some more of the napkin and took a sip of her iced tea
before continuing.

   "Barry and I had just about decided that mutual masturbation and oral
sex were about as close as we were ever going to get to consumating our
marriage," she continued, swiping idly at the beads of condensation on the
outside of her glass, "when Barry mentioned that, in college, he had gotten
so desperate that he had gone to bed with his roommate.  Seems the roommate
was a fairly adventurous sort who didn't care which sex he slept with. 
Anyway, while it wasn't the deep, lasting relationship Barry craved, he did
say that it was so nice finding someone who could handle his size, that he
had screwed the roommate for the rest of the semester."

   I was beginning to get a glimmer of where this might be going, and to my
surprise, while my mind was playing denial games, my cock was standing at
attention!

   "And so...?" I prompted, not really sure I wanted to hear the answer.

   "So we thought it might work to bring in another guy." she replied, her
eyes burning into mine, "One whom we both like and respect, with an open
mind and a closed mouth, who might be willing to help us out with our
little dilemma."

   I returned her gaze, my heart thumping in my chest, and said, "I think I
know where you're going with this, but I need you to spell it out for me,
Tina."

   She clearly hoped to avoid having to do that, but she shrugged, took a
deep breath and leaned over the table to speak in a very low voice.

   "We want you, Luke," she said, "to sleep with us.  To have sex with both
of us.  To be my surrogate husband, and Barry's surrogate wife."

   I exhaled noisily, not having realized I was holding my breath.

   "I don't know, Tina." I said, "I mean, I'm pretty open minded about sex,
and I'd love to have the chance to make love to you.  The few times I've
met Barry, I liked and respected him, too.  I've even experimented with
bisexuality and enjoyed it, but if Barry's as big as you say he is, I'm
just not sure I can handle him..."

   She took my hand in both of hers and once again her gaze burned into
mine.  "Barry is the gentlest man alive, Luke.  He would never do anything
to harm anyone, unless they tried to hurt someone he loves.  Please, just
come over tonight and have dinner with us, and we'll play it by ear from
there, okay?"

   How could I refuse?  Tina had pulled my ass through a lot of tough
assignments at work, always insisting that it was a team effort, and
refusing to take credit for her individual part of it.  The very least I
could do was give the only favor she'd ever asked of me a fair hearing.

   I was quaking inside when I replied, "I guess that can't hurt.  Uh, what
time?"

   I don't think Emily Post ever covered this situation in her books, so I
winged it and brought a nice bottle of wine.  To my horror, Barry opened
the door, looking like a giant as he ducked his head beneath the doorframe
to shake my hand.  As usual, he was careful not to crush my hand, and the
warmth of his greeting put me a little more at ease.

   "Luke!" he boomed, though I got the impression he was trying to moderate
his tone somewhat, "I was afraid you wouldn't show!  Please, come in!"

   "Hey, Barry." I fumbled, "Uh, I guess Tina's talked to you about our
conversation this afternoon?"

   "Well, actually," Barry said, taking the wine and handing me an open
beer, "we discussed it before she talked to you.  We kinda sorted through
all the people we knew, and you floated to the top.  Not only did I like
you when I met you, but Tina has always spoken well of you, even before we
got into this discussion.  Look, Luke, I know this is an awkward situation,
okay?  I have no idea how this evening's going to turn out, but I really
want to thank you for at least giving us a hearing."

   I felt my ears flush, since, to be honest, I had stood outside that door
for a long time before deciding to actually ring the bell.

   I took the seat he offered and sipped from the beer, almost choking on
it as Tina swept into the room in clingy, form-fitting dress that showed
clearly that she wore nothing underneath.  I stood again, and she came to
me, hugging me warmly.

   "Thank you so much for coming tonight, Luke!" she said earnestly.  "I
know this is not an easy thing to be asked to do, and I appreciate you at
least coming to hear us out!"

   The meal was simple and delicious - leg of lamb pierced with slivers of
garlic, steamed vegetables, and saffron rice.  Tina refused to let us talk
about anything important - work, or the 'other thing' - during dinner. 
After coffee, and a superb slice of homemade cheesecake, Barry poured
snifters of an excellent cognac, Tina dimmed the lights and lit candles,
and settled beside me on the sofa.  Barry sat in the overstuffed chair
facing us.

   Soft music played on the stereo, and the atmosphere, though charged with
sexuality, was mellow, flowing.

   I had been relaxed by the end of the meal, but now the tension started
to creep into my shoulders again, despite the atmosphere and soothing
music. I still had not decided how far I was willing to go with this.

   Tina, I could sense, was also nervous.  It's not like there are
instruction books on how to seduce a man when your husband's in the room -
especially when the guy in question knows that, sooner or later, the
husband's going to be joining in.

   Taking the bull by the horns, and encouraged, I suppose, by the fact
that I hadn't bolted yet, Tina stood and let the slinky fabric of the dress
slip slowly down her body to puddle around her feet.  It wasn't so much
sexy as sensual, but when it was done, she stood modestly crossing an arm
over her breasts, while a hand shielded her V.

   Her gaze darting back and forth between Barry and I, Tina slowly, shyly,
let her hands drop, her face burning with embarrassment.

   "This is what you get, Luke," she almost whispered, "if you decide to
accept our proposal."

   I stared, and swallowed hard.  Tina's body was nothing short of
perfection, to my way of thinking.  Her moderately sized breasts stood high
and firm on her chest, and the way her smoothly fleshed belly filled the
insubstantial span of her waist and the flaring basket of her pelvis was
breathtaking.

   I could think of nothing to say, and felt myself, foolishly, swallow
again.  She turned pleading eyes to her husband, who, in the way of most
guys I'd known, went about trying to end her embarrassment and get to a
resolution of the current situation as directly as possible.  It didn't
make him a great salesman, but it was an attitude to which I could relate.

   Quickly, matter of factly, as if preparing for a workout, Barry stripped
off his own clothing, draping shirt and trousers more or less neatly over
the arms of his chair.  I guess the very sight of his wife's body was
enough to excite him, because, when he turned, his muscular loins sprouted
a more formidable weapon even than my imagination had given him!

   'A fucking HORSE would be proud of THAT cock!' I told myself.

   "And this," he said, almost apologetically, waving a hand at his groin,
"is the price of admission."

   I sat there, stunned at the vision they presented.  'My God!' I thought,
'No wonder she can't take him!'

   Barry stood a good two feet taller than his wife, and that unimaginably
huge pole protruding from his loins, looked as though it would have
punctured her lungs, even if she'd been capable of accepting the shaft that
was as big around as my forearm!

   I stared in awe at the tableau before me, and wondered if even my six
foot two inch frame could find room for that enormous cudgel.  For some
reason, though, now that I saw it, it seemed less fearsome and became
something more akin to an engineering problem!  I've been told that I'm
equipped well enough to make a living in adult movies, but my pride and joy
looked like a toothpick next to Barry's monster!

   They both stared at me expectantly, and I knew the next move was mine,
but I still wasn't sure which way to go, and I returned Tina's stare with a
pleading look.  As if coming out of a trance, Tina started, then reached
for the drawer in the end table.

   "Maybe this will help, Luke." she said softly.

   I looked into the open drawer, and suddenly my mind was made up.

   "Tina," I said, "you know I think the world of you, and I have the
greatest respect for you, Barry..."

   Their faces fell as I continued, "...but this is a hard thing to ask of
me.  I've only had one other bi-sexual experience, and the other guy was
smaller than me."

   Barry's arms went protectively around his wife as they waited for me to
finish.

   "So what I need to be sure of, is that you'll take a lot of time with
these," I waved at the assortment of dildoes of various sizes displayed in
the drawer, "before you try to put that monster into me..."

   Tina gave a short laugh as the tension drained out of her, and Barry's
shoulders lost their rigidity as he said, "Of course, Luke.  We know how
much we're asking of you, and we'll take as much time as you need."

   They stood there awkwardly for a long moment, and I could think of
nothing else to say.

   Finally Tina broke the silence, saying, "This will be a LOT easier if
you take your clothes off, too, Luke."

   "Oh, uh, of course!" I flushed in embarrassment and started in on my
shirt buttons.

   Tina knelt to undo my belt and begin removing my trousers.

   When I was undressed, Tina led me to the coffee table.  Gently, she
guided me onto my back and straddled my head, settling her sweetly fragrant
pussy lightly on my face.  I took the hint and put my tongue to work. 
Barry raised my legs, and for a moment I feared that he had forgotten his
promise.  Tina took my mind off what Barry was doing by capturing my soft
cock within the warm, wet confines of her lovely mouth, and Barry merely
used a finger to lubricate my passage.  Of course, one of his fingers made
a fair-sized cock all by itself, so I was glad that he eased it in as
gently as he could.

   "Just try to relax, Luke." Barry's basso profundo was somehow soothing,
all by itself, "I'll take it very slow and easy."

   Barry's finger was followed by a small dildo, and I began to relax,
realizing that he would do nothing to harm me.

   For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, the three of us made langorous
love on the coffee table, knowing that the main event was yet to come, but
with no need to hasten its arrival.  My newly awakened staff found a home
in Tina's mouth and throat, as my lips and tongue did their best to make
her furry slit welcome upon my face.  I won't claim not to have felt any
pain as Barry introduced larger and larger dildoes into my tender rectum,
but mostly, it was mild stretching to accommodate the wider girth of each
new shaft.  At some point, as the artificial phalluses gained length, I
became aware of cramping and shifting deep within me, but the sheer reality
of being penetrated so deeply only added to my arousal.

   Again Barry soothed me, saying, "You're almost there, Luke."

   As the last and largest of the practice dicks seated fully inside me,
Tina added urgency to her oral ministrations and allowed the passion to
build.  Barry began sliding that enormous plastic cock smoothly in and out
of me, and my own lingual manipulation of Tina's delicate sex increased in
intensity to match theirs.

   In a very short time, Tina and I both shot over the edge as Barry
impaled me completely on that huge artificial shaft!  The extra stimulation
of the dildo rubbing across my prostate made me feel as though I would
never stop pumping!  Tina, for her part, went rigid above me, slamming her
pelvis repeatedly into my lips and tongue, moaning around my shaft as her
climax overtook her.

   Barry left the dildo inside me as we rested, moving it slowly back and
forth.  The plastic had warmed to the temperature of my body, and now felt
strangely comforting.  Tina never allowed me to slip from her mouth,
either. As we lay there, slowly, gently, she coaxed me back to erection,
and I did my best to return her to a state of arousal.

   When, once more, my reawakened shaft was sliding deeply into her throat,
Tina rose and gently helped me stand.  It was strange and a little
uncomfortable moving around with that giant phallus inside me, but I
understood the need, and was grateful for its presence.

   "Can you walk, Luke?" Tina asked softly.

   I took a few steps, noticing that my toes were pointed inward for some
reason, and though I'd describe the motion more as a waddle than a walk, I
nodded and croaked, "I think so..."

   Barry stayed in the background as Tina led me to their bedroom, one hand
on my arm, the other on the end of the dildo.  Gingerly, trying not to put
too much pressure on the base of the dildo, I reclined on the bed in
response to Tina's guiding hands.

   Again I lay on my back and my legs were pushed up toward my shoulders.
This time, however, Tina straddled my hips with her back to me, and lowered
her tiny, tight pussy onto my rampant shaft.  It took her some time to
accommodate my size, and I began more fully to appreciate the level of
desperation that had brought the two of them to consider this radical
solution to their problem.

   When, finally, she had me fully inside her, Tina reclined onto the backs
of my legs and beckoned her husband to join us.  With some trepidation, I
felt the plastic dildo slide from within me, and the soft, warm, slippery
plum of Barry's lubricated cock nestled into the gaping crater of my once
tight orifice.

   "Okay," he boomed softly, "easy does it, Luke...!"

   There was still some stretching, and he reached even further into me
than the largest dildo, but the warmth and soft/hardness of him felt
wonderful after the hard plastic.  Barry's lips found Tina's and they
kissed passionately as, with a deep, soulful groan, he sank all the way
into me.

   "Oooh, baby!" he said softly, "It's almost like I'm really inside you!"

   "Me too, honey!" Tina cooed, wriggling on my shaft, "I'm stretched
enough to feel like it's you!"

   As Tina's arms and legs wrapped around her husband's body, my role
became crystal clear.  I was to be the conduit of their love for each
other, my body little more than a size adapter to allow these mismatched
lovers, finally, to consumate their marriage.

   I had no time to contemplate the ramifications of that revelation as the
physical sensations took over my consciousness.  Barry's long, thick prod
slid relentlessly in and out of my body and Tina screwed passionately back
at him.  Even though it was my cock that received the benefit of her
efforts.  Her small, tight orifice grasped and stroked my shaft, and I
discovered quickly that my body responded to her passion, and his, even
though I was merely an agent for their mutual pleasure!

   Each of Barry's thrusts drove my cock into Tina's body as he pulled her
to him.  Each time he withdrew, she slid upward, releasing most of my
shaft. All of this was recorded by one part of my brain while the rest of
me drowned in the sensation.  It didn't matter that Tina was the real
object of Barry's passion - I was the one receiving it directly,
incredibly, deeply!

   Nor did it matter that Barry was the focus of Tina's passion.  My
rampant member was the one slipping deeply into her clinging wetness,
bumping into, then sliding off of her cervix with each of her husband's
lustful lunges!  As surreal as the situation seemed, I could not deny the
improbably erotic feelings it invoked within me!

   Barry was in the driver's seat, of course, and he drove us both toward
the brink with the sheer, awesome power of his passion!  My guts churned,
slipping and sliding to make room for his monstrous tool with each
penetration, while Tina absorbed the erotic energy from both of us, and
re-radiated it tenfold as her tiny body writhed and moaned between us!

   "I'm almost there, baby!" Barry rasped.

   "Oooh, yeah!" Tina cried, "I'm getting there too!"

   I started to cast my ballot for cumming as well, but felt that it might
be an intrusion into a private conversation, so I settled for a guttural
moan.

   Tentatively, not sure if I might be trespassing, I slid a hand down
Tina's belly, searching for, and finally finding the slippery little bud of
her clit.  Trespass or not, Tina made no objection as her movements became
more urgent!  Whether Barry understood why or not, he responded by
increasing the speed and power of his thrusts into Tina/me!

   I wouldn't have believed anything could penetrate that deeply into my
intestines, but Barry's urgent, insistent lunges drove him impossibly far
up my fundament!  When his release came, I felt an incredible sense of heat
deep within me.

   "AAARRRGGGHHH!" He roared as he spewed into me.

   My reaction was delayed only long enough for my brain to realize what my
body already knew, and my own love potion erupted deep in Tina's already
spasming body!  When she felt my discharge, Tina's voice rose in a
high-pitched scream that quickly surpassed the range of my hearing, though
I imagined dogs from miles around flocking to the sound of that supersonic
shrilling!  Tina's body went rigid between us and her body's grip on my
cock tightened until I thought it would squeeze the blood out of my
erection!

   Barry's fountain finally slowed, as did mine, and Tina collapsed
gasping, atop me.  It was several minutes, though, before we could move. 
The intervening time was punctuated by aftershocks as a minor twitch from
any of us would send the others into tremors of their own.

   Eventually, Barry dragged his huge frame up, and began the long, slow
process of sliding out of me - an act that left me feeling empty and
vulnerable for some reason.  Tina, then, disengaged herself from me, but
before I could rise, she captured my lips in a soul-searing kiss, and
whispered "Stay the night?"

   I gazed into her eyes and realized that not quite all of her passion had
been for Barry.  When I raised my eyes to his face, I knew that he realized
it as well, and, incredibly, a slow, welcoming smile split his features.  I
nodded and accepted his extended hand to help me up.

   Into the silence, another situation that Emily Post had never covered, I
finally said, "Anyone for another BLT?"