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 Musical Genitals

   By Lust4Life

   A true story about infidelity among several couples.  MF

   The following are two true stories, just the names have been changed to
protect the guilty.

   Take One

   There is a place, a state of mind, where pure lust takes over.  I'm not
talking about the heat of the moment.  I'm talking about a longer term
thing - definitely not love, but a place where you would walk away from
everything just for the physical desire of someone.  I've heard it called,
"Beyond the Silver Rainbow" in a song.

   I was in grad school and met a group of older women who had decided,
after starting families, to return to school and finish their college
degrees.  Let's call them Sara, Lisa, Rachel, and Karen.  Sara was
divorced, Lisa was married to a lawyer, Rachel to another professional, and
Karen was married to a professor in another department at the university.
After getting to know this group a little bit, I ended up asking Sara out
on a date - I ended up spending the night at her place screwing all night.
Before too long, Sara moved in with me - we had no long term intentions -
once I graduated I planned to leave the area and was not interested in a
long term relationship.  However, in the short term, living together saved
rent and we were both horny, so it turned out to be a good relationship.

   Now Sara was not the best looker, definitely overweight, but she had a
sex drive which would not stop.  Her philosophy was that an erection was a
wonderful gift and should never go to waste.  She absolutely worshipped my
cock.  Interestingly, she had never performed oral sex on her former
husband, although he had apparently often asked her to, but the thought
repelled her.  Well, after they were divorced, she certainly changed her
attitude - she loved to suck cock and many a night I woke up at 2 in the
morning to find her sucking my cock!

   Her favorite position was doggy style.  After sucking me till I was hard
she would get on her hands and knees and wait for me to enter her.  I
didn't have to stroke long till she would be writhing in orgasm.  The feel
of her ass thrusting back against my pelvis, my balls banging on her clit,
and the way her pussy massage my dick, especially the tube along the
underside, invariably made me blast my load deep inside her.  While the
sensations were probably better for me doggy style, I still preferred
missionary position.  When I could hold out, I liked the feel of her
breasts against my chest as I thrust into her.  If we started this way,
again, it seldom took long before her hips started twitching and jerking
rapidly up against me as she came.  Then she would urge me on till I filled
her.

   Alright, that was just to set the stage.  Now things get interesting,
and a bit weird.  Sara got divorced because her husband started having an
affair with a new intern in the office.  Since she wanted the freedom, he
got their two teenage girls during the week and the house, she got alimony,
college tuition, and the girls for the weekends.  The intern moved in with
her ex and was living in her old house with him.  That was the situation
when I met Sara.  On several occasions, Sara invited us over for dinner at
her ex-husband's house (returning the girls at the end of a weekend).  I'm
sure she wanted to flaunt her hot young stud at him - it was definitely
strange, sitting there at dinner with this man's ex-wife, in his house,
with his new girl-friend.

   Sara and Lisa once took off for a trip to Vegas - I had no interest so I
stayed home.  When they returned, Sara told me that Lisa had found a hot
stud in Vegas and had started having an affair with him - she wasn't happy
with her sex life at home.  Hm-m-m.  Later I learned that Lisa's husband,
the lawyer was having an affair with Rachel's husband.  My, my, everyone
was getting into the act.  Sara knew I had the hots for Lisa and tried to
setup a 3-way with her, but alas, that one didn't quite work out - I
probably would not have survived if she had!

   Karen was an interesting story.  She too had several teenage kids and
rumor had it that her husband fooled around with some of the women in his
department.  Karen had an affair with one of the grad students in my
department - it was not exactly a well kept secret, but she got bored with
him and she and I ended up getting together on the side (I was still living
with Sara and we were still going at it like dogs in heat).  Karen could
have been a centerfold - she had an almost perfect body, shoulder length
dark hair, and a pretty face.  On top of that, she was in great shape.  I
thought I was in good shape, I worked out, rode my bike, practiced karate.
Well, one day she and I went out for a bike ride.  I was going as hard as I
could trying to keep up, but she eventually turned around and came back
looking for me - she thought I had broken down!

   For a woman who had been married at least 13 years, and had at least 2
affairs that I knew of before me, she was rather sexually naïve.  I don't
think anyone had ever performed cunnilingus on her, and she frankly was not
that skilled in bed - she liked to get on top to start with and after
having her orgasm we would roll over and I would finish.  She had a very
tight cunt, but just didn't seem to know how to use it.

   Despite those short-comings, I was just totally in lust with her.  If
she had said, "Come on, let's get in a car and run away", I would have
hoped in without a moment's hesitation and gone anywhere, just to be with
her and keep screwing my brains out with her.  I would have screwed her
anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances.  In fact, I did.

   Our most outrageous escapade was one day in May (it may even have been
National Outdoor Intercourse Day).  I had a pick-up truck with a little
shell on the back, with curtains on the windows for camping.  One afternoon
we drove into one of the nearby city parks looking for a place to screw in
the great outdoors.  Most of the pull-outs already had people in them,
washing their cars, cooking out, making out, whatever.  Finally we found an
unoccupied spot and pulled in, eager to crawl in the woods and tear our
clothes off.  Wouldn't you know it, we were just getting out of the truck
when a high school aged kid pulls in, turns on his radio, and starts waxing
his car - shit!  This was supposed to be our place - we don't want to share
it.  Well, we were here first, we're horny, and we're not about to let this
deter us from joining our genitals and fucking ourselves silly.  Instead of
the woods, we crawled into the back of the pick-up, not more than 20 feet
from this kid, put up the curtains, and ripped our clothes off.  We were
soon going at it like mad, the truck was bouncing like crazy and there
could have been no doubt what we were doing.  After the first round we
rested for a few minutes, then worked each other into a frenzy and went at
it again.  Satisfied, at least for now, we put our clothes back on, took
down the curtains, climbed out, waved to the kid still working on his car,
piled into the cab and drove off.

   Karen also wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack.  Once while Sara was
away, I brought Karen home and we got it on in my bed.  Now we had had some
parties for this group of friends at my place, but never invited anyone up
to the bedroom, so when at a party some time later Karen was talking with
Sara and said something, like, "Oh, but you have a nice bedroom too."
Sara's eyebrows stuck in the ceiling, "How would you know, you've never
been up there." Sara was not pleased, but then our relationship was based
on sex, so ...

   Seems like everyone was getting it on with someone they weren't supposed
to.  Ah, life was good.

   Take Two

   I was married, and having an affair with another married woman.  We
usually communicated via email because we did not live near each other. 
This woman (let's call her Becky) was having an affair with me because her
husband was not adventurous in sex and was not satisfying her (same with
me).  Along the way, Becky introduced me to a friend of hers (let's call
her Alice).  Turns out Alice and Becky had had a brief affair, also
unbeknownst to Becky's husband Tom.  But also unbeknownst to Becky, Tom and
Alice had a brief fling.  So Alice got it on with both Becky and Tom, but
neither knew about the other.

   Tom had his own business.  One day the home computer crashed and Tom had
his business partner Bill fix it.  In doing so, Bill stumbled across the
email between Becky and myself.  Bill installed some spy software for Tom
who monitored our little affair and then confronted me (via email) about
it. He wanted me to stop fooling around with his wife, but did not want his
wife to know that he knew.  He threatened to tell my wife if I didn't stop.
I responded that I was no threat to him - if I stopped satisfying his wife
without a change on his part to take up the slack, she would find someone
else.  And since I was married, I was not a threat for her affection - she
loved him and wanted to stay with him but needed something he wasn't giving
but I was.  I went on to say that if I quit, she might find someone else,
unattached who might be interested in more than sex, and this would be a
genuine threat to his relationship.  I also told him that if he told my
wife, and we ended up splitting up, I would have no reason not to pursue
his wife.  So, instead of me just suddenly bowing out, I agreed to work
with him, coach him to pick up the slack and as he did so, I would bow out.
Good idea, but ...

   Becky and I communicated through friend Alice in order to keep up our
affair, while pretending to cool it on the home computer email.

   Meanwhile, Becky tells me that she has started having an affair with ...
Bill!  So Bill has ratted Becky and me out to Tom, but then goes and starts
getting it on with her himself.  Not only that, Bill and his wife get it on
with Becky in a 3 way - all without Tom knowing!

   For reasons beyond the scope of this story, Becky and Tom moved on and
are not involved with any of us.  I never communicated with Bill or his
wife, but am still talking with Alice (she lives to far away to get
together).

   What a tangled web we weave.