Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Sex and Love

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	Sex and Love - (For_Love.txt)- What's it all about? One woman
ponders that question as she wrestles with the recent events in her
marriage- and maybe some guys. M/F oral, anal




	There is a difference between sex and love. Love is
the kind of glue that makes two people stick together because
they can't imagine being without the other. Life would not
be whole without the other half of yourself.
	Love is a need of that person- forever, through all
things. Love is not being able to imagine any other person
in their place.
	Sex is also a need, but it runs nearly opposite love.
Sex's glue is the temporary staple of one part in the other.
Sex is only half as good without the partner. Sex is a need
of any person- right now and on call. Sex is not particularly
aware of who the other person is and doesn't want to bothered
with details at the moment.
	Sex and love can exist together quite easily, but that
is because sex is so open-minded. But even sex can have its
times of doubt if your partner grows too far from the ideal
or too well-trod.
	Love shouldn't force sex to submit. Real love, making
the happiness of the other a condition of your own, would
recognize sex's own particular rules and insist that they
be given full expression.
	I believe this. More, I put it in practice.
	Joel is still the man I want to sit beside at our son's
wedding. He is still a pretty nice hunk of man, too. And even
if he tells me the same, I know his desire has flattened with
time even as my own. He may want me as I want him, but...
	So the sounds leaking in from our bedroom are confirming
to me. Our bed, his bed, is the best place for him to sate his
desires. It only makes me gladder that he is rooting into that 
child on the sheets we will sleep on tonight. I am glad because
I know it pleases Joel.
	And I think we serve a greater good in introducing the
inexperienced to sex the right way. I say we because it's only
Joel's turn tonight. Tonight he is poking that girl in every
hole she will let him and living the moment to the full.
	Tomorrow he will sit quiet in this room, pretending to
be away, and listen as I give the girl's boyfriend the complete
tour of a woman. That's only fair- to them and to us.
	This all started for real. Joel was a metaphorical inch
away from fucking Krystal. I knew his interest, but I was left
with intuition to tell me how quickly the interest would become
action. I could see the clues as plain as day. Joel is basically 
an honest guy and his feelings showed.
	I went through a whirl of emotions. I was ugly, old and fat
and Joel didn't want me. The bastard had used me up and now he was
going to trade me in on a newer model! I really must have been
ignoring the poor man to make him look elsewhere. What about loyalty,
huh? What kind of bastard screws around on his wife? What kind of 
fool marries him?
	Well, I wasn't ugly, particularly old or fat, at least no
uglier than I was when Joel married me. That was an exaggeration.
As I harnessed my emotions, I realized they were mostly dramatic
reactions, but that I was split between anger at Joel and wondering
if Joel wasn't a victim.
	Although the flirtation alone was bad enough, in some strange
legalistic sense, I needed to know if Joel would actually have sex
with this girl. That limited my options. I was left to wait and see
if he would cross that line.
	However, Miss Possible Temptress should not be ignored. If she
had designs on Joel and a plot that furnished Joel with some excuse,
she should pay the price. In any case, she should be taught the
consequences of her choices.
	All that led to Krystal's boyfriend and I crouching against the 
wall in the upstairs hall, hiding from our quarry. We had made contact.
We kept each other informed about possible opportunities. We found the
night they both were free. We waited for them and they appeared.
	"Well, you are a special girl. I don't remember the girls being
as grown-up as you when I was in school," Joel was saying.
	"You don't need to say that stuff," (Krystal)"You know what we
came here to do. I think we should get started."
	Nervous? Excited? Conniving bitch? I couldn't tell from her tone.
She certainly was the aggressor, though. And soon I'd find the answer
to my question. I'd know if Joel would really fuck her.
	"No small talk? No soft music? Don't you want to work up to it?"
Joel asked.
	"I don't want to wait. I... really want to do it now."
	Nervous. And it was hard to tell if Joel was stalling or still
trying to impress her with his world-wise attitude.
	Then there was no doubt. The rustle of clothes, soft cries of
appreciation over revealed flesh, wet kisses; we were hearing them
starting sex. Bryan started beside me. He was two steps down the hall
before I could grab him.
	We had to communicate silently. I looked sternly at Bryan. He
raised his eyebrows and motioned with his head. I kept my stern
expression. He pointed to his eyes.
	I had assumed he was seeking vengeance on his cheating girlfriend.
He wanted to watch. Or so he indicated. I kept my hand resting on his
belt in case it was a ruse. We crept to the corner of the stair to peer
down onto the couch where Krystal and Joel were entwined.
	There they were. Joel lay between Krystal's legs and obscured the
girl except for the look of bliss on her face while he pastured on her
breasts. He had not entered her, but from her face I could see she was
ready for him at any time.
	Joel moved down her torso and planted himself with his face in
her crotch. Krystal's perfect little dome tits rolled fetchingly as
she writhed on Joel's tongue. Her fingers twisted in his hair to 
encourage the ravage of his tongue on her sex.
	I was half-standing to see over Bryan and at first I thought the
tug on my wrist was to make me conceal myself better. I ducked
obediently before I realized Bryan was drawing my hand down to rest
on a large bulge in his jeans. He put his hand over mine and moved
it without taking his eyes off the scene below.
	There was no longer a need of silence on our part. Krystal was
loud in proclaiming the imminent approach of her orgasm and we could
have talked without being heard, but we maintained our pantomime out
of some sense of its power, I think.
	I knew the pleasure Joel was giving this girl. I thought I 
understood the rage of the hormones in this poor teen boy. I
understood his feeling at watching his partner with another. I even
considered my own abandonment. Then I moved my hand on my own.
	I felt him relax and sit up a bit to give me freer access to
the length of his cock. It somehow fit. There was no conscious process.
In a burst of enlightenment I saw it all. Joel and Krystal in the far
ground humping each other and Bryan and I in the foreground naked and
crouched together. I sent my fingers searching for the tab of his
zipper. My other hand worked the closure of my slacks. 
	Bryan groaned as I pulled his cock out of his pants. I teased its
skin with my fingers as I pulled his hand back to push down into my
own pants. He understood immediately and aggressively rubbed my vulva.
	I noted with lessened interest as Joel moved up Krystal's 
body to push inside her. They were fucking. I felt a sudden change.
The play of our fingers had made the actual penetration have less
impact, but now my curiosity was slaked. I lost interest in watching
my husband fuck this cheerleader. There was a hard cock in my hand.
	I pulled on Bryan and he looked back at me. This time I made the
motion with my head and Bryan didn't mistake my meaning. He looked hard
at the couple coupling below, but then followed my lead.
	It was less than poetic. I pushed my pants down and kicked them
off, but I didn't let Bryan do anything but open the button of his
jeans. I sat on the bed and pulled him over to me by the cock that was
jutting out of his open fly.
	It was below me only in position as I sat facing Bryan's crotch.
I bent down to mend the distance and let Bryan's involuntary jerk 
drive the head of his cock into my mouth. I had only started sucking
on his cock when I knew I had to stop. Bryan was shivering and moaning
and I didn't want him to cum right then.
	In his state Bryan was eager to follow me when I slid back on 
the bed. The reckless haste went unnoticed in his flood of hormones.
He had no objection to climbing on me mostly dressed and shoving his
cock in me as quickly as he could position himself.
	For me it was that dream lover that comes into your dream and
ravishes you without warning and disappears as quickly. Bryan was hard
cock with no strings and no boring lead-in. Him seeming to be dressed 
and me half dressed fed that illusion.
	I had given myself permission when I saw Joel slide his cock into
Krystal. Now I was enjoying the freedom to live for the moment. My
naked pelvis heaved into Bryan's thrusts like the slut it is. My daring
at stripping off for this kid added to the rising pound of my blood
as I feasted on the stab of his hard cock into my notoriously hungry
cunt.
	I had pulled off my pants for him. I had spread my legs and showed
him all my secrets. And that was just the appetizer for taking his cock
and using it for my own. My legs were wrapped around Bryan and I clung
to his shoulders as I served notice that his cock was mine until I was
ready to give it back.
	My hips banged him as hard as he banged me as we fucked furiously
on my, our, bed. I wriggled and ground against him to make the hard
prod of his stiff prick touch every part of me inside. I was using him
for my benefit, but I had reckoned without considering his age when I
thought I controlled his cock.
	"Ohhhh- Jeeze!"
	I worked my hips hard against his belly to grab the last bit of
stiffness but it was futile. Youth had deserted me in my time of need.
Trying not to show disappointment, I steeled myself for the inevitable
explanation of this sudden carnal explosion.
	"Bryan, you know..." I started.
	"Sure," he said fervently, "It was one of those things. Only 
things like this don't ever happen to me. Passion overcame us. I didn't
know that really happened. It was a fluke and I'm not supposed to think
it means anything. Like I can believe it happened even when it did."
	"It doesn't have to be a fluke," I said, suddenly remembering
youth's recuperative powers and realizing with better planning I could
expect better results.
	Bryan's stunned look was all the answer I needed. Now I had to
make a snap decision whether to fix a time or go for it again right
then. I deferred to gather some input.
	Muttering something about being back and staying there, I slid
out from under Bryan to creep to the head of the stair. I wanted to see
how much longer Joel would be. I glanced back and saw Bryan was
stroking his cock as he stared at my naked bottom while I bent around
the corner.
	A near thing- it would be a near thing. Joel and Krystal were
having a crisis about anal sex and I knew it would be only a short time
before they were dressing and Joel was taking her home. That would be
just about enough time for Bryan to finish and get out before Joel was
back.
	I wonder if it was just the way my mind was working or if some
subconscious motive took control of my tongue. I explained to Bryan,
just as I had worked it out for myself, that Krystal was freaked out by
the thought of anything up her precious rear and was going to call a
halt to the fun because Joel brought it up. I said we'd have time to do
it again if we hurried.
	And out of my subconscious or something I saw in his eyes, I gave
him a choice. Without thinking what I was saying, I told Bryan that I'd
let him fuck me in the ass if he wanted to come over some other time.
	"Couldn't you just touch it?" Bryan asked.
	So he got the best of both worlds. I looked down and his cock 
was nearly hard. I was stiff enough to swell and stick out but not to
pop to full attention as it had been when he was fucking me not ten
minutes before. I felt obligated.
	I pushed him back into the bedroom until he fell back on the bed
and went down on him. I swear I could feel the snap of his cock going
full hard as I took it in my mouth. I felt like the goddess of sex.
	Neither of us was in the mood for much licking and teasing. I
sucked the top of his cock until he was arched like a bow on the bed
and then cautiously showed him how much of his cock fit in my mouth.
He was a little gentleman as I took more and more of his cock. He 
didn't move and just reveled in the feel of my lips coming closer
and closer to the hilt of his prick.
	I rocked my head as I marked the distance with my fingers and then
bobbed up and down. Bryan held out for a long time as I slid his cock
in until it hit the back of my throat and sucked back until I held only
the head of his cock in my mouth. All the passion, the moaning, the
gasping, was there, but my little sweetheart was taking it like a man.
	Then I remembered a returning husband and a loud 'discussion'
that was about to happen. I pulled back and sucked hard on the head.
Bryan obliged and filled my mouth with hot cum only a few moments
later.
	Bryan was quite sweet, but I was distracted by the fight I was
planning. I said all the right things back and hustled him out of the
house with the instruction to let me know when he was free. I had to
decide which bitch I was.
	Was I destroyed at Joel's betrayal? Vindictive? Disappointed?
Clever? Did I seek recompense? Vengeance? Placation? Disbelief? How
did I confront him with this smarmy little deed? Did I tell him and
see what he did or take the offensive?
	Or did I casually let it drop that while he was rutting his
little chippy I was getting drilled hard and deep by her boyfriend.
And that he was coming back to fuck me in the ass, which I knew he
hadn't gotten from Krystal.
	Apparently all those fine ideas mixed together in my head. At 
first I was cool, like setting a trap. I said I had gotten home early
and was surprised he wasn't there. I was amused to see what excuse he'd
conjure. Then I told him, no, even earlier than that.
	He knows me too well not to understand what I meant. He
looked like something had sucked out his brain. He was blank.
	"What are you going to do?" he wisely left that in my hands.
	And then it hit me. You know what. All that stuff I said to
start this soliloquy. All that stuff about love and sex.
	But I still wanted something for him starting before I had that
realization. He had to do penance.
	"You know- that stuff you said? You don't have to. I asked some
people (Krystal?) and they said all sorts of bad things. About how it
hurts you and how it can ruin you inside. It's okay if you don't."
	But it wasn't okay. Joel was in the next room, next to the 
thin wall and he needed to hear it. He needed to know that Bryan was
balls deep in my ass while his little chippie got huffy and walked out
when he only mentioned it. He needed to be reminded that his darling
wife was very accommodating to his every whim and he needed to hear
what he was missing.
	But it was convenient for Bryan to think that way. It assured
I would enjoy this for more than Joel listening in.
	"I read up on it and that's not true. You just have to make sure
everything is ready. We'll just be careful."
	Everything was ready on me after you wiggled a finger in my ass,
but Bryan didn't need to know that. With the sheer bliss of ignorance 
he totally understood that I would have to cum and cum to get into the
mood to put something so very big in a place so very, very tiny.
	And the best way to trick that dainty little sphincter was to
grease it with a finger over and over and over while I was distracted
by his tongue licking me to orgasm after orgasm.
	While that may seem disingenuous and deceitful, it wasn't all
in self-interest. Maybe only 90 percent self interest and I deserved
some of that for giving Bryan the opportunity. The rest was a real
conviction that every girl Bryan was with would appreciate the 
treatment and maybe even Krystal would open up if he ate her until
she gave in. And, of course, it meant Joel would have so much more to
listen to while he waited to hear Bryan pounding my behind.
	It worked like a double dream. Bryan responded well to hand 
commands and he learned quickly to hit the spot and how much to hit it.
He was a natural with his finger. I was in a favorite zone, cumming on
a stubborn tongue while a finger kept trying to crawl deeper into my
butt. He matched the vigor of his finger to my contortions and I
was in heaven.
	I think that's the point of an asshole, sexually. It's like the
extra ka-pow in the bang of cumming. And did I mention Bryan was a
natural? He probed hard and deep without brutality and without that
maddening timidity of someone that wants to be too nice. His finger
fucked with my mood and when he pulled it out to dip it in lube I was
panting until he shoved it back in me.
	That's where I lost focus. I suppose I had cum enough, but what 
is enough? All I know is that I was straining against the urge to
beg Bryan to fuck my ass and I was telling myself Joel needed to hear
more. But the argument was lost. Bryan's finger had me screaming filthy
things and soon, 'fuck me! fuck me in the ass', was one of them.
	Bryan couldn't have driven his cock up my ass hard enough or
fast enough to make me blink, but he was still scared he would hurt me.
He bent over me as he eased his cock against my sphincter.
	"Does it help if I rub this?" he asked as he reached between my
legs to let his fingers stand in for his tongue.
	I nearly bucked back to ram him whole into my ass. Yes! This
was going to be good for me on a physical as well as psychological
level. Then I nearly bucked back because he was so careful pushing his
cock up my butt.
	It was tight. Oh god. It's a muscle. It can squeeze. It was hot.
Oh god. Internal body temperature- yessir! It was a long, bated-breath
filling of my anal canal. While maddening, my quivering thighs quite
enjoyed the whole process.
	I was fluttering on the edges of orgasm like butterflies over
milkweed. It took Bryan hitting bottom with a solid slap to set off
a string. Then I bucked to my heart's content and Bryan showed he
naturally knew how to respond with his cock as well as his finger.
	But that wasn't enough.
	"Slap on that butt. Make some noise!" I demanded.
	I pushed him up so that he could drive harder into me and
suffered the stabbing of his cock with a pleasure that it took my
masochistic love of pain to enjoy. Pussy abandoned. Cock hurting my
ass. That loud smack upon smack as his belly spanked into my butt.
	Pleasure built like his rhythm and I think it was the sound
at last that made me scream off into another orgasm from being fucked
so hard. I quite destroyed Bryan's rhythm with my contractions and
contortions and he was frozen, quivering. His rhythm broken, there was
no stopping the torrent of his cum from blasting out of his cock into
my warm, dry backside.
	He jerked and lunged as he shot off in me, but it was his howl
that flowed warm over me as the sparklies of climax cleared in my head.
We had had a good time. I understood the warm feelings of doing good
in your community. I saw a hobby that would pay dividends for everyone.
	Bryan seemed relieved to be let off the hook as my boy toy. I
know it was an unforgettable experience and was glad he didn't feel 
let down. I guess he was mature enough to see the dead end and happy
enough to bail with his memories.
	Joel was still pleasingly malleable. I'm sure he was jerking off
to the sounds of Bryan fucking me. He admitted that he found the
situation arousing. I believed his answers when I asked him about other
girls. If he had zeroed in on Krystal, now was the time to widen the
scope. I recited my treatise on love and sex.
	It sounds like this missy wants the round-trip excursion. Or at
least she thinks she does. That's all Joel needs. I hear his cooing
tones and hers with yips at the end. 'I don't know.' 'Are you sure?'
'Will it fit?' 'It feels funny.' All those matched by Joel's soft
replies. 'Just a little bit, honey.' 'How does that feel?' 'Just
relax.'
	I imagine Joel is about halfway up her tight little virgin ass
about now. It seems like less than that now, but soon our little 
missy will have her fullness burst on her all at once. Then she'll 
freak in one direction or the other. She'll gasp and squirm and Joel
will fill her up and fuck her before she regains her senses. Or she'll
try to get away and Joel will do his best to talk her buns up again.
	Ah, it seems this one's a talker. She's never felt anything like
it. It's big. It's up her ass. She's taking it in the ass. She's 
got a great big cock right in her asshole. It feels so different.
It's so different to have a great big cock right up her ass.
	I appreciate her awe at the moment, but she is getting boring.
She should at least throw a few 'fuck me!'s in there for a change.
	I guess this means Joel will be dining tonight. This will be the
third load he's unloaded in this girl and I don't want to have to work
that hard to get laid. I will suck his cock a reasonable time, but if
I get no response, Joel is going down.
	And that too is only fair. Joel will find no such impediment
tomorrow night. He has no worries that I will be fucked out and not
able to get my pussy or my mouth or my ass open wide enough for him
to fuck me after my young swain has cum and gone. And he will fuck 
me, energetically, after laying in the dark listening to me satisfy
my young lover.
	It's very quiet over there. I suppose she's telling him how
her ass still feels like there's a cock in it. Joel will probably 
tell her that she needs to use one of my toys to make herself cum.
No, they're leaving the bed. No voyeur games for Joel tonight.
	It's about time to put my panties back on and wait for the 
door. I can lie in their mingled scents and relive what I heard
tonight. That should have my fantasy engine running hot by the time
Joel returns. And if he can't, well, I'll get mine.
	I love Joel and want him to happy. We are fortunate to find
interests that run so perfectly parallel, but that shouldn't be the
point. The point is that all those shackles love wants to put on sex
are primitive. There is no longer a reason to deny happiness.
	Conception is controllable, so all those paternity issues are
moot. Women (for the most part) are no longer property, so that
objection pales. The only danger is love. And stopping your partner
from having sex will not stop them falling in love if that's what they
are bound to do.
	Indeed, I believe that showing your love by placing your mate
first is the best and strongest cure for them ever falling in love
somewhere else. What better deal can they make than the one that loves
them?
	And if paying attention to the rules of sex is all it takes, then
I say: Let them eat Kate.
	That's what I think.
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