Seduction by Story
                         (MF, wife, wl, swap)

         The original version of this story was published by
                  Scorpio00155 at storiesonline.net

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A single man tricks a married woman into re-enacting a seduction story
with him in front of her husband. The time they spend together revs up
her sexual appetite and changes her marriage dramatically.

I found his description of the seduction one of the hottest I have ever
read, and I have kept it with only minor changes. I was much less taken
with the second half of the story as he told it, and have written an
entirely different, and somewhat longer, conclusion.

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It was eleven at night and the Christmas party was in full swing. We
were at the home of our friends Ruth and Alan, and everyone was having
a great time. My wife, Brenda, never a great drinker at the best of
times, was well gone after three hours of partying and I knew she would
suffer for it the next day, but what the hell.

Sipping my drink I looked around the room eyeing up the women and
comparing them to my gorgeous wife. I may be biased, but there was no
comparison; Brenda was the most attractive women in the room. Brenda
caught my eye as my gaze passed her way and grinned. Grinning back, I
walked over to the group she was with: Len and Jane who were old
friends of ours and our hosts, our hostess Ruth, and a guy named Jim
who we only met tonight.

As I approached I took stock of my wife's beauty. She had shoulder
length fine blonde hair that shone even in the low light in the room.
My eyes moved down to her face; her ice blue eyes sparkled as she
laughed at something that was said, her pert nose sat above lush, ripe
lips that just begged to be kissed. I let my eyes rove down over her
shoulders, which were all but bare, the only covering being the thin
straps of her black evening dress. My eyes paused at her bust. For
those who like statistics, Brenda is 5 foot 6 inches tall and a shapely
36-24-36. Her breasts were more than a generous handful, even for my
large hands. Sighing, I let my eyes slide down over her body, admiring
the cling of her dress to her shapely figure and the swell of her hips.
My only lament was that the dress hid Brenda's thighs, but I had the
memory of their shapeliness. Despite being married to her for over
eight years I still felt a surge of arousal just looking at my wife,
and at 34 I thought she had never looked better.

"Brian," my wife's soft lilting voice greeted me as I joined the group,
"you just have to see what Jim found on the Net."

Jim grinned as he held out some sheets of paper. Raising an eyebrow I
took the pages and glanced at them, then read them more closely. I
wasn't sure why Jim had brought the printout, but it was a story he'd
picked up somewhere on the Internet called 'Brenda's Choice' by someone
calling themselves Wordsworth.

The story was about a guy and his wife at a party who get involved in
an adult party game. The wife ends up as the subject of 'Ten Minutes of
Heaven', which basically meant a man tried to get her so excited within
ten minutes that she says 'fuck me'. If she does say this, she has to
do whatever the man wants for an hour.

Though I only skimmed through the story I was both amused and a little
turned on by the concept.

"Interesting," I commented with a grin as I handed the pages back to
Jim, "but a little far fetched."

"That's what I said." Brenda laughed.

"You have to admit though," Ruth laughed, "the character names are an
amazing coincidence."

I hadn't made the connection until she said it, but indeed the wife's
name in the story matched my wife's name, and she ended up playing the
game with a guy named Jim.

"That's why I had to show it to your wife," Jim laughed. "I hope you
don't mind."

On that note Jim went off to circulate around the room while the rest
of us chatted and joked, the story quickly forgotten in the exchanges
of banter and ribald comments. From time to time I saw Jim showing off
his story out of the corner of my eye, but didn't pay him much
attention.

I guess it was about half an hour later that Jim rejoined our group
wearing a huge grin and for a few minutes just stood listening to our
chat with his grin growing broader.

"Why the huge grin, Jim?" Ruth eventually asked.

"Oh, nothing, really," Jim replied, "just a comment someone made."

I sensed that he was waiting to have the rest of it dragged out of him,
but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking. My wife,
however, was intrigued, and asked him about the comment.

"Well, since you asked," he said with his grin turning to a full blown
laugh, "a couple of guys said they thought that the woman in the story
wouldn't have lasted the ten minutes in real life."

Inwardly, I groaned. Brenda was always one for a verbal challenge, but
especially when she had been drinking. It was a foregone conclusion
that she would take up the gauntlet Jim had laid down.

"Rubbish," Brenda laughed "if anything the woman would last longer, at
least if she was resisting the urge."

"You think?" Jim grinned back. "I'm not so sure myself."

Ruth looked at me and rolled her eyes as Jim and Brenda got into an
animated, but friendly, discussion centered on whether or not a
fictional female would have lasted less than, or longer than, ten
minutes. People noticing the conversation and its topic came over to
join us, some just to listen, but one or two of the men made comments
more or less agreeing with Jim's point of view. Of course this only
made Brenda dig her heels in even more to defend her position.

"Well," Jim eventually said, "there's only one way to prove the point.
That's to put your money where your mouth is, Brenda."

Needless to say, every male in the room immediately got his drift, as
did a number of the women, but Brenda looked puzzled.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, that the only way to settle this," Jim spoke softly, "would be
to put the situation to the test for real."

"You mean..." Brenda gasped.

"I mean, I take the role of the guy, and you take the role of the
woman."

There was a sudden silence in the room, before Jim went on. "Same rules
and same penalty as in the story, so the incentives are the same to
encourage you to hold out or for me break you down. Of course you could
always admit I'm right and wimp out."

I cursed under my breath as Jim threw out the last comment. At the same
time I began to wonder if Jim hadn't been setting Brenda up for this
situation. What he was proposing was an area Brenda and I had discussed
during sex, but we had never considered it as a reality. I silently
hoped Brenda would tell him where to stick his suggestion, though I did
feel a bit of excitement at the idea. Brenda frowned and looked at me;
one look in her pensive eyes told me that she had drunk more than
enough to take up the challenge.

"Brian?" she asked softly.

"Hey," Jim objected, "it's not up to him. You were the one who was so
adamant that the woman could hold out longer. Your husband wasn't
saying anything."

I gave Jim a glare and my wife a shrug to indicate that it was her
decision. Everyone else seemed to be holding their breath in
anticipation of Brenda's answer. My wife thought for a few moments,
then I saw her shoulders straighten and knew what her answer was going
to be.

"Okay," Brenda spoke firmly, "you're on."

"You understand what I mean?" Jim said, pulling the story sheets out of
his pocket. "I get to have my way with you for ten minutes." Here he
read from the paper in his hand. "I can touch or kiss you, but I can
only use my mouth and my hands." He looked up at Brenda. "That means I
can use my mouth and hands anyway and anywhere I want to."

Brenda blanched a bit at that. "Anywhere? You mean ..."

Jim nodded. "Didn't you read the story? He had his hands all over her
body, and his mouth, too. So, are you going to chicken out?"

Brenda gulped, but shook her head.

"If I can get you to say, 'Fuck me,' before the ten minutes is up, then
you must do anything I tell you for the next hour."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Brenda responded.

Jim grinned almost triumphantly and moved across the room to the couch,
waving the couple away that was sitting there so as to give Brenda and
him room.

Brenda shook her head. "No, not there. If you're going to be touching
me and kissing me ... everywhere, I'm not going to have the other guys
here ogling me while you do it."

"But in the story they did it in the same room."

"Well, maybe the woman in the story was an exhibitionist. I'm not.
Besides, if you take me somewhere more private your chances of winning
will go up. I would be so embarrassed right here that I would never get
turned on, and if I didn't get turned on, very turned on, I wouldn't
say ... that."

Jim grinned. "What's the matter? Can't even say 'fuck'?"

"Not right now, I can't. You'd claim you had already won if I did."

"OK," Jim conceded, "if Ruth can point us to some place more private,
we can settle this there."

"How about the guest bedroom?" Ruth suggested.

Jim and Brenda both nodded, then Jim said, "One more thing. We need
someone impartial to time us."

Brenda looked at me, but Jim said, "No, not him. He wouldn't be
impartial."

"Well it's certainly not going to be any of the other men."

Jim offered, "OK, then, how about Ruth?"

"All right," Brenda agreed, but I want Brian there as an observer.
Otherwise he is going to be insanely jealous."

"Sure," Jim agreed, "he can observe, so long as he doesn't interfere."

The bastard. I was already about to throttle him.

Brenda led us upstairs to the guest room. Ruth didn't have a digital
watch, but I did, so I set a ten minute countdown timer on it and then
handed it to her, showing her what button to push to start the timer.

"One thing," Jim said as Ruth took the watch, "you don't start the time
going until after I start."

"Okay." Ruth replied.

"And no distractions," Jim added, "you both have to keep quiet until
the time runs out."

"Now just a minute," Brenda objected "you were the one that wanted to
do this as it was done in the story, so Ruth should count down the
minutes like they did in the story."

"Not feeling so confident?" Jim smirked. "Don't you think you can
resist without the interruptions?"

"Of course I can." Brenda replied sharply. "Oh, what the hell, do it
your way."

"Mind you," Jim said slowly, "I should get a bit of a head start seeing
as the characters in the story were already turned on by having been
playing a sex game. I mean, fair's fair, I'll be starting from stone
cold."

I couldn't believe the guy's gall, not that I could blame him for
trying for every advantage, but he had been the one that had been so
adamant about doing things exactly as per the story. Brenda looked
nervously at me. All I could do was shrug.

"How long a head start?" Brenda asked, turning to look at Jim.

"I thought ten minutes." Jim grinned, obviously sensing he was about to
gain another concession.

"No way," Brenda said firmly, "that doubles the total time. Two
minutes."

"Hmmm," Jim frowned, "hardly a head start. Seven minutes might work;
after all you haven't been excited by playing any sexy games."

"Maybe not," my wife responded, "but it's still too long. Four
minutes."

"Four?" Jim sighed. "Well, make it five and we have a deal."

"Oh, all right, five minutes," Brenda agreed, "but no touching under
clothing during the warm-up."

"You're on." Jim laughed.

Ruth had me change the watch to fifteen minutes and said she would tell
them when the first five minutes were up.

Jim sat down on the bed, and patted the space on his right for Brenda
to sit down next to him. She complied immediately. Meanwhile, Ruth
closed the bedroom door, shutting out the noises of the people
downstairs.

Ruth asked, "Should I start the watch?"

Jim shook his head. "No, not until I start touching her."

I felt my body tense with both nervousness and excitement as he turned
slightly to face my wife. She licked her lips nervously and waited for
his first move. He grinned at her then leaned forward until his lips
were only an inch from hers. Brenda tensed in anticipation of his kiss,
but Jim just hovered there letting the tension mount. A minute passed
with Jim's lips hovering over Brenda's. He was looking into her eyes
and though she tried to avoid his gaze her eyes kept flicking back to
his with uncertainty growing in them. When Jim finally closed that
final inch between his lips and my wife's he did it so slowly that the
kiss was seconds old before we realized that the seduction had begun in
earnest. I had to nudge Ruth to start the watch.

Brenda just sat there with his lips pressed softly to hers. Her eyes
were open and looking around as she avoided looking into his eyes. Yet,
despite her best efforts, as though drawn by some magnetism, her eyes
gradually drifted to his and fixed there. When this happened Jim
increased the pressure of his kiss a little more. Again, despite
herself, Brenda began to respond to his kiss. It was only a slight
return pressure, but it was enough of a positive sign for Jim to move
on.

Kissing her more firmly, Jim opened his mouth a little and although I
could not see it I knew that he must be pressing his tongue to my
wife's lips in a demand for entry. When Brenda's chin moved I knew that
she had given way to Jim's demanding tongue. I don't know what my wife
was feeling, but a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first
sign of submission. That excitement grew when I saw Jim slide his right
hand around behind Brenda's neck and down over her shoulder. With slow
stroking motions he slid it down toward her right breast, and when it
arrived he gently began to rub and squeeze her through her clothing. A
quick glance at the watch in Ruth's hand showed that barely a minute
had passed.

I could hear Brenda's breathing quickening slightly under Jim's
attentions. He started to pinch at Brenda's nipple through the thin
material of her dress, which made her breathing a little heavier. My
mouth went dry when I heard the sound of a sudden intake of breath from
Brenda as Jim's left hand moved onto her lap, his fingers pressing into
the material over her lower belly. He massaged her gently there,
gradually letting his fingers drift lower to her mound.

My eyes flicked from point to point as I watched Jim's actions with my
wife. Her eyes were still open as they kissed, but they seemed locked
to his as though she was transfixed by something in their depths. His
right hand squeezed and teased her right breast and nipple; his left
hand pressed more firmly into her groin to rub at her pussy. I glanced
at the watch convinced that more than five minutes had passed, but was
surprised to see that Jim still had nearly half his warm up time left.

Then I heard Brenda give a gentle sigh and her legs, which up to that
point had been firmly together, began to slowly open giving Jim more
freedom to stroke at her pussy. Of course that meant Jim was able to
arouse her pussy even more, and that meant her legs parted farther and
farther. Soon my wife was sitting there with her legs spread wide while
Jim rubbed her through her dress using his whole hand. I watched the
material of Brenda's dress dimple to the shape of her pussy as Jim
pressed his fingers firmly into her, his actions making her breathing
heavier and louder.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the silence was broken by Ruth's
voice.

"That's the five minutes head start," Ruth spoke barely loud enough to
be heard. "Ten minutes left to get Brenda to say the magic words."

For the first time in five minutes Jim pulled his lips away from hers,
and while his hands stayed busy at her breast and pussy he leaned close
to her ear and spoke softly to her. In the story the husband had never
heard what was being whispered, but Jim's words came to me clearly.

"Want to save us all some time and say it?" he crooned in her ear.

Brenda shook her head in the negative and Jim grinned as he spoke
again.

"You won't make it, and you know it," he said softly, his breath
puffing against her ear, "especially now that I can put my hands and my
mouth directly on your skin, anywhere I want. Come on, say it. You're
so hot now after just the warm up, how will you feel after a few
minutes of serious attention? Say it. You know you want to. You know
you are going to, eventually."

My wife shook her head again, but I could see the hesitation in her
movement and the uncertainty in her eyes. With a smile Jim went back to
kissing Brenda, and she returned his kiss within a few seconds of their
lips touching. Deep down I knew that Jim was right, my wife was not
going to be able to hold out for the full ten minutes. Already she was
showing all the signs of being fully aroused; much more attention would
have her on the verge of a climax.

Drawing a deep breath I glanced at the watch to see how much longer
Brenda would have to hold out. Less than a minute had passed. When I
looked back at the bed Jim was sliding his right hand up to the top of
Brenda's dress. The material stretched as his hand slid under it and
back onto her breast. Now it was bare skin on bare skin and I could see
the material moving as Jim played with my wife's boob and teased her
already hard nipple.

At the same time his left hand slid down Brenda's leg until it came to
rest at the hem of her dress, which was above her knee. Jim's hand slid
up Brenda's nylons, gently rubbing in small circles as it rose up her
thigh, the material of the dress gathering and slithering up her leg as
his hand rose higher. Soon he was touching bare skin there as well, and
he continued to slide his hand up the inside of her thigh, her legs
still spread wide. A stifled gasp from Brenda told me when Jim's hand
had reached her pussy and I had no doubt that under the concealment of
the material he was rubbing at her pussy in earnest; perhaps he even
had his fingers under her panties and in her pussy.

Jim pulled back from her face and spoke softly while looking deep into
Brenda's eyes. "Mmm, so wet. Sure you don't want to say it?"

Brenda shook her head and muttered the word 'no' so low as to be barely
audible to Jim, let alone to me. Undeterred, Jim put his lips to hers
once more while his right hand slid out from under the top of her
dress. With a gentle yet firm motion he pushed the thin strap from her
shoulder and down her arm. Brenda bent her arm slightly, surrendering
to the inevitable, and the strap flopped loose. Then Jim's hand was
back at the top of her dress. As Jim pushed the material of her dress
down to reveal Brenda's breast, I glanced at the watch. Just over two
minutes had passed; Jim had less than eight minutes left and I began to
feel a little hope that he was moving too slowly to achieve his goal.

For a few moments Jim seemed content to tease Brenda's now bare nipple
and to press his fingers into her heavy boob flesh, but then he broke
their kiss and his head moved down over her chest. I looked up at
Brenda's face as Jim sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her eyes were
wide and fixed on what he was doing to her. For a brief moment she
looked up at me before looking back down to Jim. In that brief moment
of eye contact my faint hope that Jim was moving too slowly died;
Brenda's eyes had held a look of excitement bordering on orgasmic.

For what seemed like ages Jim sucked and nibbled at my wife's nipple,
while at the same time his left hand seemed to be moving faster under
the material of her dress. His right hand had moved behind her and I
couldn't see what it was doing, but the gradual loosening of her top
told me he was opening the zipper at the back of the dress. Then his
right hand came back into view as it slid onto her left shoulder to
push the strap off her shoulder and down her arm. Once again Brenda
bent her arm to free the strap and the whole front of her dress just
slipped down to her waist.

Jim's head moved to across her body and he sucked in her left nipple
while his right hand came back over her shoulder to her right breast. A
quick glance at the watch in Ruth's hand showed me that less than
ninety seconds had passed. My wife was already half naked and rising to
a climax; she could not last another six and a half minutes. Jim
suddenly sat up, his hands and mouth leaving Brenda's body; he grinned
down at her heavy breathing and dreamy eyes and spoke.

"Lift up," he ordered softly.

As though in a dream Brenda leaned forward and in one swift motion Jim
pulled the dress from under her, down her legs, and off. I gazed wide
eyed at my wife's body as Jim returned his hands and mouth to her
breasts and pussy, now I could see his hand rubbing and pressing at her
panties, his fingers pushing the material into her slit. Then his hand
moved to the edge of the flimsy silk and his fingers slid under the
material, pushing it aside as two of his fingers sank into Brenda's
pussy.

Brenda's reaction to this intrusion was to gasp loudly and arch her
lower body slightly as though to draw his fingers deeper into her. I
could tell from the tension in my wife's body, the glaze in her now
half closed eyes, and the flush of her face and breasts, that Brenda
was very close to an orgasm. I expected her to come any second. Jim
must have sensed this, too, and it was apparently not part of his plan
to let her climax. Clearly he was aware that once she'd peaked there
would be a period of calm before she would be aroused to ecstasy again.
Just as Brenda began to squirm in pre-orgasmic bliss, Jim moved his
fingers away from her pussy, though he continued to gently suck at her
nipples and tease her boobs for a moment before sitting back up.

As Jim looked at my wife, apparently judging her level of arousal, I
glanced at the watch. Less than a minute had passed, though I would
have sworn it had been longer.

My eyes flicked back to the couple on the bed as Jim grasped her arms
and eased her down to a lying position, her feet still hanging off the
side of the bed. Then he slid his hands down the sides of her chest,
down to her waist, and slipped off the bed while holding her there,
turning to stand facing her, between her still widely spread legs.

Once in position he tugged at her panties. Without hesitation, Brenda
thrust her pelvis upward to allow him to slide the damp material down
off her ass, exposing her pussy. Jim slid his hands down her thighs as
he backed away from her, and she groaned in disappointment. But he only
brought her knees together, then reached back up and pulled her panties
down her thighs, pushed them down her legs, and let them fall off.

Once the garment was out of the way her knees jerked apart again as if
propelled by springs. Now my wife was dressed in nothing more than a
garter belt, stockings and high heel shoes. She was a gorgeous sight
that would have had me instantly hard if my cock wasn't already rigid.
Her pussy lips were swollen and spread apart, exposing her inner lips,
which were glistening from her lubrication. Leaning over her, Jim
kissed Brenda while his left hand teased her right nipple and his right
rubbed gently at her pussy lips. Then he broke the kiss and put his
mouth close to her ear.

"Feels good, doesn't it," he said softly.

Brenda responded with a hum of pleasure while pushing her pussy up at
Jim's moving hand. Her face was flushed and I could see her lower lip
caught in her teeth as she tried to hold back against the sensations
flooding over her.

"It can feel even better," Jim carried on, "so much better, all you
have to do is say those two little words. You know you want to. Will
you say them now, Brenda?"

I don't think my wife could trust her voice because her response was a
slow hesitant shake of her head in the negative. Jim smiled at her
response, then sank his fingers into her pussy while his mouth went
back to her nipple. I watched him finger fuck her slowly until once
again Brenda was right on the point of coming. With a grin, Jim stood
up, then knelt between her open legs.

Brenda was breathing hard and heavy as Jim leaned forward to plant a
kiss on her pussy while his hands slid up her body to her boobs. A
glance told me that another minute had passed. There was less than five
minutes remaining and once again I felt a faint hope that my wife might
hold out.

Brenda's groan drew my eyes back to what was happening. Jim was gently
blowing on her pussy, his warm breath exciting her, but still not
making her climax. Jim stood again, then lay on top of her, bringing
his face down to hers. Their lips locked in a kiss of pure passion. His
body was pressed to her pussy as they kissed and I could see my wife
making little humping motions against him. Laughing Jim pulled up away
from her.

"Oh no," he grinned down at her while teasing her nipples, "you don't
get to come that easy. Not until you say the magic words. Will you say
them?"

Brenda bit her lip and shook her head 'no', but her motion was even
more hesitant than before and my faint hope faded once more.

"We'll see," Jim grinned, as he again knelt and lowered his head to her
pussy.

He ran his tongue all the way along Brenda's slit in a slow,
tantalizing motion and she groaned in pleasure, her lower body pushing
up to try and get her pussy tight to Jim's mouth. For a moment he let
her push her pussy against his mouth then he moved back so that just
the tip of his tongue was touching her flesh. Jim's hands were busy
teasing, tugging and twisting at Brenda's nipples while he tormented
her with his tongue. With almost a feather-light touch Jim circled his
tongue around Brenda's clitoris then passed it over her sensitive bud.

"Oh God!" Brenda groaned out at this.

Other than a brief 'no' these were the first words Brenda had spoken
since they had started, and I knew it was a sign that her resistance
was crumbling fast. Jim knew it too, as once again he circled her clit
with his tongue, then licked at it a little more firmly, making my wife
groan again. Her whole body seemed to be trembling as she hovered on
the very edge of an orgasm, an orgasm Jim was denying her with
consummate skill. My eyes flicked to the watch then back to the action
on the couch as my mind tried to understand how a mere minute could
have felt like five times that long.

"Mmmm, no, no," Brenda started to intone through her groans of
frustrated pleasure as Jim teased her clit with his tongue.

There was less than four minutes remaining now and Jim was playing my
wife like a musical instrument, a touch here, a stroke there, a lick or
a suck, and his actions were driving her crazy. So crazy that she was
squirming and writhing to his every touch, desperate to climax but
being denied that release by Jim's careful movements. Even when he let
his tongue push into her oozing hole he did it so slowly that it merely
added to the sensations flooding over Brenda without pushing her over
the edge into orgasm. Leaning back, Jim let a brief moment pass so that
Brenda would edge down the slope of pleasure she was on, then slid a
hand down to her pussy. Sliding two fingers into her, Jim began to
finger fuck Brenda with slow, gentle thrusts that pushed her right to
the very edge. Each time she trembled on the verge of coming he would
stop moving.

"Say it." Jim whispered to my wife.

Her negative response was barely a single jerk of her head. I looked at
the watch. Only two minutes left to go, but could Brenda emulate the
character in the story and hold out? Jim had masterfully kept my wife
on the very edge of climaxing for almost five full minutes and I felt
sure that Brenda would have to crack soon. As I watched Jim lean
forward to use his tongue on Brenda's pussy once again part of me was
willing her to hold on, to suffer the exquisite torture and deny Jim
his victory, but at the same time part of me was willing her to crack
and say the words 'fuck me'.

Crazy thoughts churned around in my head as I watched Jim play with my
wife's body; watched the effect his caresses were having on her and
listened to her ever louder cries of passion. Time seemed to be
standing still as my eyes flicked between the scene on the bed and the
watch Ruth was holding. There were ninety seconds left when Brenda gave
a low, guttural cry of sheer frustrated desire. Jim brought his body
up, his fingers taking the place of his tongue at Brenda's pussy.
Looking into her glazed eyes, he smiled, finger fucked her firmly for a
few momentum then held his fingers still as Brenda responded with a
muttered comment none of us could make out.

"What was that?" Jim asked softly.

I glanced at the watch; there was a scant minute left to go. My eyes
went back to my wife's face which was a picture of ecstatic torment.

"What did you say, Brenda?" Jim asked again.

The breath froze in my chest as I waited in dread and excitement for my
wife to reply to Jim. My eyes flicked to the watch to see forty seconds
left, then back to the tableaux of Jim and my wife. Jim moved his
fingers in Brenda's pussy once, twice, then a third time, and my wife
cried out.

"Fuck me!" she gasped out in a low, trembling voice.

"Louder, so we can all hear you," Jim chuckled at Brenda.

"FUCK ME!" Brenda cried out loudly.

Ruth had stopped the watch with thirty seconds still remaining of the
allotted time. Jim had won, and now Brenda was his to do with as he
wished for an hour. My heart raced as my wife's loss hit me. I felt
almost numb at the thought of another man having sex with my wife, but
at the same time my cock was so hard it was throbbing at the very same
thought. Through my stunned haze I saw Jim move his hands from Brenda.
She began to literally plead with him to fuck her, and Jim laughed as
he stood, opened his trousers, and pushed them and his shorts down to
his feet.

"YES, YES," Brenda gasped out, gazing at Jim's hard cock. "GIVE IT TO
ME. FUCK ME!"

At that point I felt Ruth pull at my arm.

"It's time for us to leave," she said pointedly.

She led me out into the hall and closed the door.

"I'm sure you have some very mixed up thoughts right now, Brian," she
said softly as I looked back at the bedroom door, "but Brenda went into
this with her eyes wide open. She wouldn't want you to break things up
at this point."

"Christ, Ruth," I gaped at her, "I can't just stand by and let her be
used like some little fuck toy."

"Of course you can," Ruth half smiled, "and you will. Look, Jim's a
bastard, but he won't hurt her, not much, anyway."

"Come on, Ruth," I protested, "what if it was you there? How do you
think Alan would react?"

"He reacted the same way you are, and then the same way you will, once
you calm down and see what happens," Ruth said softly.

"You ...?" I spluttered in surprise.

"Yes, me." Ruth grinned. "Jim pulled the same trick on me, only I
didn't last half as long as Brenda.

"Let me ask you something," she went on. "How are you feeling right
now? Are you really turned on?"

I had trouble getting the words out. "I'm ashamed to admit it, but,
yes, I am."

"Well, then, try to imagine how I'm feeling right now. I just watched
the same thing you just watched, and I didn't have the hang-up of it
involving my mate. Even more than that ... OHHH YESS! MUCH more than
that ... I have the memory of what Jim did to me. OH GOD! What he did
to me. For the whole time we were standing there watching them I was
dying to tear him away from Brenda, and yell, 'FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK
ME!' as I ripped my clothes off.

"OH, GOD, BRIAN! I can't stand it any longer! I need it so bad! FUCK
ME!   FUCK ME!   FUCK ME!"

Suddenly I couldn't stand it any longer, either, and I lunged for her,
right there in the hall.

She grabbed the knob on the door across the hall and we fell into the
room behind it together. Somehow I had the sense to kick the door
closed behind us as we tore at each others' clothes and our own.

The next thing I knew I was spurting into a hot cunt that was clamping
down on my cock and squeezing every bit of cum out of my body. Whatever
had led up to that was a total blank. Gradually I realized that my
pants were twisted up at my ankles, that her shoes were digging into my
back, that we were still fully dressed from the waist up, and that I
was lying on top of her on a throw rug on the floor.

"My God, Ruth," I gasped as soon as I could get my breath, "what have I
done? You must think I'm an animal."

"GRRR! That makes two of us," she managed to pant. "I can't believe how
hot that was."

"I don't remember anything. Did I hurt you?"

"No way! I remember it being hard and fast, and I remember starting to
come almost immediately. GOD, did I come! And come, and come!"

Suddenly it hit me. "Oh, no, Ruth, we forgot about the others. We
should have gone straight downstairs. What will they think? My God!
What will Alan think? He'll know we took way too long, and he'll never
forgive me for this."

Ruth actually giggled. "Oh, don't worry about him. When we get to bed
tonight I'm going to tell him that I am out of my gourd horny, and
we'll probably fuck for at least an hour; maybe two.

I thought about that for a minute, then pled, "What about Jim and
Brenda? They must have ... you know ... finished by now."

"What's the matter," she teased me, "is my wittle Brian to shy to say
'fuck'? I'm sure he's fucked her once by now, but they are far from
'finished' as you put it. She's going to want everything he can give
her, and he's definitely going to give her more than a single fuck."

I groaned. "Will he stop when their hour is over?"

"Jim? No way. He'll keep going until we tell him the time is up."

"All right, then, let's tell him right now."

"Oh, no. I assure you, Brenda would not be a happy wife if you
interrupted her before the hour was over."

"Maybe the hour is over."

"I seriously doubt it. Do you know what time they started?"

"Well, I know it was about ten minutes before midnight when I set the
timer on my watch the first time."

"Well, then," Ruth calculated, "it had to be more than fifteen minutes
after that when ... she finally cracked, so their hour must have
started about ten minutes after twelve. Now, if we can just find your
watch ..."

That took a while. First I had to get my now limp dick out of her. Then
we had to find her panties so she could put them on to stop the cum
that was leaking out of her pussy. Finding them wasn't easy in a dark
room. While she was getting those on, I was getting my pants untangled
and pulled back up. Then she told me she couldn't believe how full I
had stuffed her, and she didn't think the panties would hold it long.

She was still on her back, afraid to stand up, so she asked me to find
the light switch. Once the light was on I could see that we were in the
master bedroom, and she made a dash to the adjoining bath, her dress
held up and her hand stuffed between her legs. While she was taking
care of things there I started looking for the watch. I finally found
it under the bed. She must have still been holding it when we hit the
floor, and sent it flying as she focused on clothes instead.

The shock the watch got from being thrown wasn't enough to stop it from
working, but the shock I got when I looked at the time sure stopped me.
It said 12:16. Ruth and I had talked when we left Jim and Brenda. We
had talked again after our fireworks. We had searched for her panties
and then gotten dressed. I had searched for the watch. All of those
things must have taken at least ten minutes. Yet, according to our
calculations, it had only been six minutes since we had left Jim and
Brenda. That couldn't be right, and I hadn't even allowed for the time
Ruth and I were fucking.

I finally convinced myself that Brenda might have said "Fuck me" as
early as 12:06, and Ruth and I might have only talked for five minutes,
and we might have found her panties and gotten dressed in two minutes,
and I might have found the watch in only a minute. That left Ruth and
me two minutes for the hottest sex I had ever had.

About then Ruth came out of the bathroom, and I gave her the incredible
conclusion.

"I knew it was fast," she grinned, "fast and fantastic. Let's face it,
we were both right on the edge of blowing when we finished watching.

"Actually," she went on, "that's good news. After all, I am the
hostess, and I should be down there when our guests leave."

She could sense the disappointment in my face, so she added, "I know.
You would love to do some more fucking right now. You aren't the only
one. I would also love to do more right now. We'll just have to make up
for it another time."

She was certainly right about me. Her last statement was enough to give
me an instant boner.

We went downstairs to be met by a bunch of leering men and embarrassed
women. We announced that Jim had proven his point, so he and Brenda
wouldn't be down for a while. The shock of that seemed to put a damper
on the party, and nearly everyone decided it was time to be going home.
By twelve thirty only Len and Jane were still there, and Jane was
helping Ruth clean up in the kitchen while Len and I were helping Alan
clean up the party areas. I don't know about Jane and Ruth, but the
three of us guys were not talking about anything. I know I was too
embarrassed for words, and I suspect they were also embarrassed for me.

When Len and Jane left, I looked at my watch; it said 12:57. Jim still
had nearly ten minutes before I could tear my wife away from him. Alan
pulled me off in a corner where Ruth couldn't hear us.

"I don't know how much Ruth told you, Brian. Did she say anything about
what she and Jim did?"

I was still too embarrassed for words, so I just nodded.

"So you know that I went through the same thing you are going through
now."

"Yeah," I managed to mumble.

"Well, hang tough, buddy. This is the bad part. It's going to get a lot
better."

It suddenly hit me that I'd already had the good part, and Alan didn't
know about it. If he found out, I could be in for another really bad
part. Not to mention the worst part of all, if Brenda were to decide
that one hour with Jim wasn't enough for her.

I tried to say "thanks", but I couldn't look Alan in the eye.

"Look, Brian, let's get things out in the open. That bastard tricked my
wife into letting him fuck her for an hour. Now he's tricked your wife
into letting him do the same thing. But he's just passing through;
tomorrow he'll be gone from our lives. What he left behind for me was
one very horny wife. I'm betting that he's also going to leave you a
very horny wife.

"Speaking of my horny wife, you and Ruth must have been up there for
about half an hour. I know it didn't take that long before Brenda gave
in to Jim. I also know how horny I got watching Jim seduce Ruth. And I
know how wild Jim made her feel. So I'm betting that you and she were
both ready to explode by the time Brenda said 'Fuck me'.

I mumbled, "No, not really."

"Don't try to shit me, now; you and Ruth had to have fucked before you
came downstairs."

I tried to object, but he overrode my attempted lie.

"I can tell by the way you're acting that you did. Well, I don't blame
you, and I'm not mad at you. The truth is I imagine I'll be thanking
you before the night is over."

I gave him a quizzical look.

"You think that's crazy? Remember, I'll be going to bed with Ruth
tonight, and she is going to be on fire. Yeah, watching Jim with Brenda
got her hot as hell, and you can't deny that. You may think you
quenched that fire, but I don't care how good you are, nobody could
quench that fire in less than an hour. No, all you did was just make
her even wilder. When you guys leave she's going to be screaming 'Fuck
me' for hours."

What a load that took off me! I grinned at him and said, "Yeah, she
already was!"

"I knew it!" he snorted, slapping me on the back. "Mark my words,
you're going to be hearing a lot of that yourself when you and Brenda
get home."

I had my doubts, but I sure hoped he was right.

Alan and I went to find Ruth at that point, and he suggested the three
of us sit down in the living room. The first thing she asked was how
much more time Jim had, and I said, "four minutes," without even
looking at my watch. What, you thought I wasn't keeping track?

Alan was surprised the time wasn't up already, so we explained how Jim
had talked her into a five minute warm-up, and how she almost made it
through the whole time before she caved.

Alan whistled. "She is some spunky lass. Ruth, here didn't last much
more than five minutes, and that was with no warm-up." Sensing that he
had said something wrong, he turned to her and groaned, "Not that I'm
complaining. God, how I love my red hot chick!"

I still had something I had to get off my chest, and I decided now
was the time to go for it.

"Look, guys, I know it had to be a setup tonight," I accused them.
"And, frankly, I'm mad as hell at both of you for helping him do it.
Why did you pick on us?"

"We didn't, Brian. We didn't know who Jim would pick," Alan assured me.

"We didn't even know he would pull the trick tonight," Ruth added,
"though I guess we suspected he might when we invited him to the
party."

"But," I shot back, "wasn't it obvious who he would pick, given the
woman's name in the story?"

"Oh, that," Alan laughed. "That's part of his scheme. When he showed it
to Ruth and me it was called 'Ruth's Choice'.

"Well, OK," he added, "I'll admit that I did help him a bit tonight. At
one point during the party he asked if he could use my computer for a
little while. He obviously downloaded the story and printed it out,
after changing the name to match the lucky couple he had picked."

"Lucky couple!" I snorted. "You mean the unlucky couple whose marriage
he decided to destroy!"

"Whoa, Brian," Ruth patted my arm. "Don't jump to conclusions. He
certainly didn't destroy our marriage. In fact Alan and I know he
improved it. Yours isn't destroyed, either; just give it a chance. And
as for the lucky part, I guarantee that Brenda is feeling very lucky
right now and ..."

"Go to hell!" I burst in. "That's my wife you're talking about."

"... and," she continued, "if you play your cards right, you are going
to be feeling very lucky yourself before the night is over."

"Yeah? Well I still feel like going up there right now and knocking
that fucking bastard's lights out, and it so happens their hour is just
about up, so I'm going to go do it."

"No you're not," Alan said, grabbing me as I started to get up. "That
would not be playing your cards right. Try to look at it from Brenda's
perspective. How's a woman going to feel, after an hour of great sex,
if some guy comes in and decks the man who gave her that experience?"

Ruth nodded. "Alan's right. She's not going to like that one little
bit, even if the guy that comes in is her husband. In fact, especially
if he is, because in that case she is going to be torn apart by guilt
and hate and love, and she's likely to decide she hates her husband and
loves the man she just spent an incredible hour with."

She got up. "I'll go tell them."

Alan and I watched her go up the stairs, then he turned to drive the
point home. "I hope you understand now what Ruth meant by playing your
cards right. If you do that you're going to be amazed by how horny she
is when you get home. Just keep reminding yourself that you love Brenda
and, in everything you do or say, think first how it will affect her."

"OK," I nodded, "I get it now. Thanks."

We sat in silence then, for what must have been nearly five minutes. I
don't know what Alan was thinking, but I was doing some serious soul
searching about my feelings for Brenda. Finally we saw the three of
them coming down the stairs together. Ruth was in the lead, with Brenda
a step behind her and off to the side.

Jim was behind Ruth, and a step above Brenda. That put him more than a
head above Ruth, and I could see that he was staring directly at me,
with a huge grin on his face that was almost a sneer. Then I noticed
his arm, which was stretched out behind Brenda. It looked like he had
his hand on her ass.

I opened my mouth and was about to yell something like, "Get your
fucking hand off my wife, you shit-head," when I remembered what Ruth
and Alan had drummed into my head. I needed to ignore him and focus on
Brenda.

The first thing I noticed was that she seemed to be floating down the
stairs; her body movements were very fluid. Her face was flushed, and
her eyes seemed to be unfocused. None of these were good signs. Never
mind my personal reaction to Jim, he seemed to have done an expert job
of keeping her at the sexual peak I had seen an hour ago. My heart
sank. Quite possibly I had already lost her forever. But I knew I
couldn't give up without a fight.

I stood up, and started walking over to meet her at the foot of the
stairs. She saw me, apparently for the first time, and her body jerked.
Her face turned white, her eyes opened wide, and after a moment she
hung her head and stared down at the steps she was descending.

'The poor girl,' I thought, 'she's suddenly scared and ashamed.' My
heart ached, and I knew I loved her and needed to find some way to
help. When she got to the last step I was there, gazing lovingly at her
and reaching for her hands, but she still hadn't looked up.

"I love you, Brenda. I love you so much."

She jerked her head up, and then pulled her hands back away from me.

"No!" she moaned. "I've been so bad. Don't touch me!"

"It wasn't your fault," I told her quietly, "he tricked you into it."

Her eyes were brimming with tears now. "No, you don't understand. I
loved what he did. I loved everything he did to me. I'd do it again if
he would have me. I'm so baaaad!"

"I do too understand, Brenda. I watched him turn you on. I watched him
drive you nearly insane with passion. I know you've just been through a
fantastic sexual experience. But what you loved was the sex. You don't
love him. You love me; I know you do; and I love you. One hour with him
isn't nearly as important as our years together, and the commitment
we've made to each other."

"I don't know about that; I'm all mixed up right now."

"Of course you are. Anyone would be after what you've been through. For
now, let's just say our good-byes, and talk later. OK?"

"Oh, Brian, you're so good to me! I don't deserve it, but thank you."

While we had been talking, Alan and Ruth had already been saying
good-bye to Jim, and when we turned to look at them Ruth was giving him
a good night kiss. The kiss quickly turned passionate as Ruth clung to
him, pressing her body against his. I understood why, of course, but
Brenda gasped in shock.

I stopped looking at Jim and Ruth, and started watching Brenda closely.
She was shuddering, and her frightened eyes kept darting between them
and me, as we listened to the passionate sounds Ruth was making.

The sounds finally stopped, and I sensed that Ruth had stepped back. I
heard a deep growl in Brenda's throat, as she stared intensely at Jim.

"Go ahead," I whispered, "kiss him good night, one last time."

"NO! I mustn't!" Her voice was as tight as her rigid body.

"Yes, do it," I repeated, giving her a little push in Jim's direction.

At that she covered the ten feet between them in four rapid steps, and
wrapped her arms around his neck. She was sobbing, and kissing
frantically, and pressing, no humping, her body against his.

Finally he pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and said sternly,
"Remember what I told you."

"Yes, Jim," she nodded, "I remember; but I'll never forget you."

"Naturally," he said, and fired a superior look at me over his shoulder
as he walked out the door.

Brenda and Ruth just stood there staring at the door, until Alan and I
went up to them. I took Brenda's hand and Alan took Ruth's. I looked at
him.

"I need to get Brenda home now."

He nodded, and I led her out the door without any further good-byes.

Brenda cried most of the way home, but she clung to my arm; a good
sign. We didn't try to talk.

She had stopped crying by the time we got home, but she was still
cuddling up against me. I pulled into the garage, then got out of the
car. Brenda was just sitting quietly on her side of the car, so I
walked around to her side, opened the door, and reached for her hand.

"Brian," she asked tentatively without taking my hand, "did you really
mean those things you said at Ruth and Alan's house?"

"With all my heart."

"You said one hour wasn't as important as our years together, but what
if that one hour made me a different person?"

That stopped me for a minute. "I don't know. I guess I would have to
get to know the new person, and see if I still love her. And I guess
the new person would have to figure out whether she still loves me."

"What if the new person doesn't want to go in the house right now, but
wants some man to tear off her clothes, right here in the garage, and
fuck her on the hood of the car?"

"Then I think I would have to get my pants off pretty quick, because
right now my cock is getting very stiff very fast, and it's damned
uncomfortable sticking down my pants leg."

"But what if the new person already has a cunt stuffed full of another
man's cum?"

With that I reached into the car, grabbed her hand, and yanked.

"Get your fucking cum-filled cunt out of there and on display up on the
hood, and you'll find out fast enough what my cock is going to do."

She wheeled around to face the front wheel, pulled her dress up to her
waist, and spread her legs. Then she flopped her body over the hood and
moaned. Meanwhile I had unfastened my belt and pants, and pushed them
along with my under shorts down to my ankles.

My nose identified the smell of sex even before my eyes could make any
sense of what they were seeing. Her panties were reeking of cum,
swimming in cum. Cum was seeping through the material and leaking from
the leg holes. The smell and sight nearly made me vomit, but at another
level it was also driving me insane with desire.

I waddled over to her, hobbled by my pants at my ankles, and yanked
those panties down. They came off her ass, but only a little ways down
her thighs because of the way her legs were spread. But they exposed
what I needed to see, her pussy lips, swollen and red, the way they had
been when I watched Jim take her panties off earlier. Now, however, the
lubrication was creamy white, and dripping out of her, running down to
tickle her clit. I moved my fully engorged cock up to touch those lips,
and slid the head up and down her trench.

"OH YES!" she screamed. "FUCK ME!   FUCK ME!   FUCK ME!"

One shove and I was in that sloppy hole up to my balls. That one shove
was all it took to set her off. She screamed and humped and her cunt
muscles convulsed. I just held on until she finally calmed down.

"MORE..." she moaned. "FUCK ME MORE!"

I wasn't even close to coming myself yet, so I was more than happy to
oblige. I started pumping and she started grunting. Soon her grunts
merged together into a wail, which went higher and higher in both pitch
and volume. Suddenly the sound choked off as she climaxed again. I
stopped moving and let her cunt do its damnedest to milk cum from my
cock. There wasn't anything there for it yet, but I could tell there
probably would be before much longer.

When she stopped jerking, I started pumping again, this time wildly,
fiercely, as fast as I could move. Then I rammed her hard and squirted.
She screamed again and clamped down as I continued to jet cum into her
cunt.

Finally it was over, and we both started to come back to earth, lungs
gasping and hearts pounding. An eternity later we were both quiet, my
body still resting on her back, my soft cock still inside her.

"So, was that what the new person wanted?"

"Oh, God, yes! That was so good!"

"Well, I certainly love what I've seen of the new person so far."

"How about if you take the new person into the house and let her show
you some more?"

"Brenda, honey, I don't think I could handle any more than that. I
nearly had a heart attack as it was."

"I didn't say more *than* that. I was really thinking more *of* that."

"I've got a feeling," I groaned, "that I may need to sleep twenty hours
when this is over, but, yeah, right now I'd love some more of that."

"And right now I would love *lots* more of that," she growled. "For
starters, how about if you give me a bath, and scrub me all over."

That seemed like a good idea, and she came while I was washing her
tits, a second time when I washed her clit, and then had a really huge
orgasm while I was using my fingers to clean the inside of her cunt. We
managed to get her dried off without any more climaxes, but by then I
was fully recharged and ready for more action.

Judging from what I had seen so far I figured she would be on a hair
trigger when we crawled naked into bed, and I pinched her nipple to see
if that would set her off. It didn't, so I tried kissing and licking
and sucking there. She moaned her appreciation, but was acting a lot
more relaxed than horny.

I decided it was time to mimic what Jim had done to turn her on, so
started with a passionate kiss that went on and on, and roaming hands
that explored nearly everywhere while staying at least six inches from
her pussy. By the time I finally slipped a hand down past her belly
button to the edge of her curly triangle she was humping her pelvis up
against my hand and frantically pumping her tongue in and out of my
mouth.

Still avoiding her pussy, I slipped my hand over to her hip bone and
down the outside of her thigh, eliciting a moan of disappointment that
was almost a cry. But when I slid my hand around to the inside of her
thigh and began moving up slowly she spread her legs as wide as
possible and started making "uh huh" noises without breaking the kiss.

I stopped just shy of the promised land and lifted my hand off her
body, triggering another agonized moan. I moved my hand to her other
thigh and started the slow upward journey there. Her "uh huh" noises
were now even more frantic, and her hand was searching for my cock. She
couldn't get to it, though, because I was lying beside her, and had
rolled to my belly, leaving only my right hand available for inflaming
her.

She had been mostly on her back, but now she rolled against me and was
humping her pussy against my hip bone.

"Naughty, naughty," I whispered, pulling my mouth from hers and pushing
her hip away. "I'm not going to let you get off that way."

"Please touch me!" she moaned.

"But I am touching you," I replied, stroking her hip.

"Not there, I need your fingers in my pussy!"

"Oh, you mean here," I said as I once again let my fingers slide down
from her belly into her pussy hair, until I was pressing on her mons.

"YES, GOD, YES, BUT MORE!"

"Ah, like this?" I was now stroking her pussy lips very lightly, hardly
even touching them.

"INSIDE! GO INSIDE, DAMN YOU!"

I suddenly stuck three fingers up her cunt and shoved as deep as I
could go. That did the trick. She jerked up against me, cramming my
fingers even further up her cunt, and went completely rigid. I could
feel her cunt muscles trying to milk my fingers, but other than that
there was no motion, no breathing, no sound, from her. She held that
for a long time, then relaxed, panting heavily.

"Oh, God, that was good. But you'd better not stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it," I said, wiggling my fingers up inside her.

That triggered a humping reflex, but I pulled out and used my index
finger to circle her clit.

"OH, FUCK, YES! THAT'S WHAT I NEED!"

Pressing my finger against the bottom edge of it's fleshy rim, I asked,
"Is that all you need?"

"NOOO! MORE...!"

"How about if my fingers ask for a little help from my tongue?"

"YES!   YES!   YES!"

I slid down into position and began licking all around her clit. Then I
let my tongue rasp once over the center, and pulled back.

"NOOO!   DON'T STOP!   I'M ALMOST THERE!"

I pressed my lips against her clit, opened them just enough, and
sucked. She screamed, and kept on screaming every time I sucked. I
finally relented, and pulled away. She stopped screaming, but I could
hear her heart thumping, and her breathing was raspy gasps. I waited
for her breathing to slow, then slid three fingers back into her cunt.

"Had enough?" I asked as I made tiny in-and-out motions with my
fingers.

"NO...   FUCK ME.   FUCK ME!   *FUCK* *ME*!"

I climbed on top of her and shoved, then shoved again, and kept
shoving. Somewhere along there she came again, but I didn't care. I
needed to come so bad nothing was going to stop me. I finally screamed
and let it rip. She screamed too, when she felt me filling her. I
couldn't stop. I swear, I must have squirted nearly a dozen times.
Finally I had nothing more to give, but that didn't stop me from
trying. My cock was still pulsing and jerking inside her, and her cunt
was still responding to every pulse.

I think it must have been ten minutes later before either of us could
speak.

"Oh, Brenda! That was fantastic! That was the best ever!"

"Oh, YES, Brian, so fantastic. The best we've ever had!"

On that note we finally went to sleep. It wasn't until a day later when
I was replaying that scene in my mind that I realized there was a
subtle difference between what I said and what she said. I said "the
best ever". She said "the best _we've_ ever". Jealousy of Jim would
rear its head when I noticed that, but not tonight. I actually went to
sleep being grateful for what he had done to her.

Neither of us were paying any attention to the time that night, but
since it must have been at least 1:30 when we got home, and since we
must have kept going for nearly two hours after we got home, not to
mention how much energy we poured into what we were doing, it's no
wonder that we slept in until nearly noon. Actually, I slept until
nearly noon. Brenda didn't wake until more than an hour later.

That, I realized, was also not surprising. I tried to think how many
times she must have come last night, and quickly gave up. I couldn't
even make a good guess at how many times she came with me, never mind
the hour she spent with Jim. Last night had to have been wildest and
most emotionally charged night of her entire life.

As I waited for her to wake up I puzzled over what her mood would be.
Would she wake up as horny as she was last night? Or would she be
shocked by her own behavior? Would she be overwhelmed by shame or
embarrassment? Would the "new person" she claimed to be decide she was
a slut who wanted sex wherever, whenever, and with whoever she could
get it?

The answer turned out to be none of the above. Brenda woke up happy,
almost bouncy. She seemed rested, and sensitive to my feelings. Oddly,
she seemed to be acting as if last night hadn't even happened. At her
suggestion we went out for lunch, and afterward strolled through the
downtown area holding hands as we looked in shop windows. When we got
home she put some clothes in the washer and did a bit of cleaning
before starting to cook dinner. We chatted about the week ahead as we
ate. She did carefully steer our conversation away from last night's
party, and I didn't push it.

After dinner she took care of the dishes, then came into the living
room where I was stretched out in my recliner watching the evening
news.

She spoke in a very different, throaty, voice. "Brian, honey, can I sit
on your lap?"

I looked up, and her eyes were glowing intensely. I immediately
thought, 'Oh my, here we go again.' I smiled and reached my arms out
for her. She settled on my lap with a moan, wrapped her arms around my
neck, and pressed her mouth against mine. This was no tender, loving,
kiss. This was a kiss of boiling passion, of primal sexuality. This was
the kind of kiss that inevitably and urgently led to clothes being
thrown in every direction. A kiss that was the prelude to a violent
storm of sexual consummation.

At the end of that storm we looked at each other, lying naked together
in the recliner, and we each said a single word.

"WOW!"

Then came the tender, loving, kiss.

After a minute or so of that, Brenda pulled back, and said, simply,
"Let's go to bed."

We lived through two more major storms that night before she was ready
to fall asleep.

As I was drifting off I thought, 'It's a good thing we got started
early this time, we both have to go to work in the morning!'

Monday morning Brenda woke bright and full of energy. She actually left
for her office fifteen minutes earlier than usual. When I got home that
night she was cooking dinner and finishing up laundry that was left
over from the weekend. During the meal we shared funny stories from our
day. After dinner I went to my den to catch up on email. I had taken
care of all the important stuff when I heard the husky whisper behind
me.

"Brian, I need you."

I turned, and she was standing in my doorway wearing a diaphanous night
gown which clearly had nothing under it. What she needed was obvious
from the way she was clutching her breast and rubbing her pussy through
the material. It took me less than ten seconds to save what I was
writing, get out of my email program, and start the computer's shutdown
procedure. Ten seconds later we were both in our bedroom and she was
tearing my clothes off. It couldn't have been much more that ten
seconds after that when my boner sprang into the open, and within ten
seconds of that point it was buried again.

I was in no condition to keep track of time after that. Hell, I
couldn't keep track of anything after that. I think I remember three
major storms and a bunch of squalls before we finally found a quiet
harbor.

The same thing happened every day that week, with only minor
variations. Day times were happy and loving; nights were violent and
climactic. And never, day or night, did we discuss, or even hint at
talking about, the dramatic change that had occurred in our lives.
Until Thursday at the dinner table.

"I talked to Ruth today," Brenda ventured. "I thanked her for inviting
us to their party last week, and said I hoped we could get together
with the two of them some time. She told me she and Alan had been
thinking the same thing, and I said I would discuss it with you."

Ruth's voice echoed in my brain:
    "You aren't the only one. I would also love to do more right
    now. We'll just have to make up for it another time."

"Oh, I ... uh ... wh ... when were you thinking of?"

"I thought maybe we could have them over here Saturday night. But ...
you sound like you don't want to."

"Saturday night?" I gasped. "I don't think ... I mean ... don't you
think you and I might have other plans?"

She giggled. "Of course we would, if they weren't here. But we don't
want to get in a rut, do we? Don't you think it might be nice to do
something a little different for once?"

"Of course we don't want to get into a rut," I laughed, "but our
evenings this week have been anything but boring! Besides, I have had
the distinct impression that our ... activities ... were something you
really needed badly."

"Don't you worry about that. I'm sure I can handle my ... urges ... one
way or another."

Well, I thought, if she can control herself then I guess I should be
able to control myself.

"I'm sorry, babe, you just threw me for a second. Yeah, it would be
fine to have them over here Saturday night."

It was only later that it struck me that she might possibly lose
control of herself with Alan, in which case I would have every right to
lose control with Ruth.

At dinner Saturday Brenda pointed out that we didn't dare get started
on any after-dinner "activities" before Ruth and Alan arrived, and she
proposed that I should go shower and get dressed first, then she would
do the same after I was safely out of the bathroom and bedroom.

Her plan worked, and in fact she was still in the bedroom when the
doorbell rang and I greeted Ruth and Alan. Ruth was wearing a red
strapless party dress that made me drool. As I showed them into the
living room I managed to whisper in her ear that she looked luscious
enough to eat. She winked and whispered back, "Now there's a tempting
offer." Needless to say, I found it necessary to sit down quickly
before Alan noticed what had just sprouted in my pants.

Brenda must have heard the doorbell, because she came into the room
almost immediately, wearing an off-the-shoulder black party dress. If I
hadn't already had a hard-on she would have given me one. She greeted
Ruth with a hug and a kiss, then Ruth and Alan sat on one side of our
sectional sofa while Brenda joined me on the other side.

Ruth promptly crossed her legs above the knee which, combined with the
short dress, gave me a fantastic view of her thigh, up past the top of
her nylons. I glanced down at Brenda's legs and saw she had done the
same thing, with the same result. A quick look at Alan's face confirmed
my suspicion that he was also enjoying the scenery. Naturally my eyes
went immediately back to the legs next to him.

The four of us chatted a bit, covering the weather, the new stores
being built downtown, and how much of a problem traffic was becoming.
Then, during a brief conversational pause, Ruth changed the subject.

"Brenda and I have a confession to make."

The women looked at each other. "Oh," Brenda asked, "do you think we
should tell them?"

"They're both big boys," Ruth assured her, "I think they can handle it.
Besides, they both know quite a bit about it already."

"Well, OK," Brenda said, still looking at Ruth, not at either of us
guys, "Ruth and I were talking on the phone Thursday, and ..."

"... and we sorta got on the topic," Ruth filled in, "of ..."

"Jim," they both said together.

"I admitted to her," Brenda said rather tentatively, "that I would like
to see him again."

"And I admitted that I would, too," Ruth added.

"In fact", Brenda went on, "we both admitted that we didn't just want
to see him ..."

"... but that we were dying to be alone with him again ..."

"... doing what he did with us before," Brenda finished up.

"But we both knew that wasn't possible," Ruth said sadly, "because he
lives three thousand miles away."

"And besides," Brenda said with a sob in her voice, "he made it
perfectly clear to both of us that what we did together was one time
only."

"So then Brenda said something that almost made me cream in my panties
on the spot."

"I said, 'So I guess we'll just have to imagine we're with Jim.' And
what I was actually thinking about was ... a dildo." She blushed as she
said that.

"But I heard it a different way," Ruth went on. I was thinking of being
with a real guy and pretending he was Jim."

"She got all excited," Brenda broke in, "and at first I couldn't tell
what she was talking about ..."

"... but then I tried to explain, and ..."

"... and I was shocked, because I said I loved Brian, and I couldn't be
fucking him and pretending he was Jim."

"And I agreed with her, and said I couldn't do that to Alan, either.
She was quiet for a bit when I said that, and then ..."

"... I said, 'Oh, you mean ...' and she said, 'Yes, with someone else.'
And then suddenly I was creaming my panties."

Through all of this Brenda and Ruth had been looking at each other. Now
Brenda turned to look at me, and Ruth turned to look at Alan.

"Of course, when we calmed down," Ruth told him, we realized that there
was no way we were going to sneak out on our husbands and go find
someone else who we could pretend was Jim."

"... so," Brenda explained to me, "we pretty much decided it was a wild
dream that would never actually happen, until ..."

"... we both thought of a way out," Ruth went on, "at about the same
time."

"Do we dare say it?" Brenda asked.

"No," Ruth shook her head, "let's just give the guys a hint like this."

She stood up, walked over to Brenda and pulled her up. I was beginning
to suspect Alan and I were about to be treated to some hot lesbian
action. Ruth whispered something to Brenda. Brenda giggled, and walked
over next to Alan. Ruth was already standing next to me. The gals gave
each other a signal and sat down on our laps. Yes, that's right. Ruth
sat down on my lap, and my Brenda sat down on Alan's lap.

I thought that was hot, but it was nothing to what happened next. Ruth
leaned against me and whispered in my ear.

"I want to pretend that you're Jim."

Damn! I nearly spurted right then and there.

"So," she went on, "how would you feel about playing Jim for me while
Alan plays Jim for Brenda?"

I growled, wrapped my arms around her, and went for her neck, where I
gave her a hickey.

"Oh, YES, Jim," Ruth moaned. Then she took a deep breath to give
herself some composure before she spoke.

"Well, Brenda, we don't seem to have a problem over here. How about
over there?"

"SHUT UP and don't bother me," Brenda snapped. "Jim is driving me
WILD."

I thought maybe that was going to be the last thing any of us would say
to each other before two Jim's had their way with two hot chicks, and
it was the last thing for a while, long enough for me to push Ruth's
dress down far enough to start nibbling on two hard tits. But then Alan
spoke up.

"You know, Brian, Jim always plays 'Ten Minutes of Heaven' with the
women he seduces. Do you think maybe these women would want to play it
with him right now?"

"Now there's a thought," I replied, "only instead of timing them, how
about a direct competition. Let's see which one lasts the longer."

Ruth and Brenda looked at each other.

"Oh, God, YES!" Brenda said.

"FUCK yes!" Ruth said at the same time.

It really wasn't much of a contest. I was already nibbling on Ruth's
tits. I started rubbing my hand up and down her thigh through her
dress. She lifted her knee and grabbed for my wrist, shoving it around
to the inside of her knee.

"Yesss, Jim. Yesss, Jim!" she moaned. "MORE,   MORE,   MORE."

Naturally I started sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh, using
little back and forth motions, but gradually going higher and higher.
Ruth was gasping and moaning, and I felt like my head was being crushed
by her arms as she pressed me against her tits. I was sucking, now, not
nibbling. When my finger got up to her panties she screamed.

Remembering to mimic Jim, I pulled my hand away.

"NOOO!" she groaned.

I managed to twist my head away from her tits and tilt it up to look at
her. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were like saucers.

"That's not the word you need to say," I teased her. "You know you're
going to say it soon. Come on, say the word."

"YES!   YES!   YES!" she panted. "I want it. I WANT it."

"That's not the right word," I scolded her, while tickling her pussy
through her panties.

"Do it, Jim, DO IT!"

"You'll have to take your panties off."

"YESSS!" she screamed, and pulled her dress up to her waist so she
could push them down.

She struggled to get her panties down off her butt, then to push them
down her thighs, and finally to kick them off her lower legs.

Once they were free she spread her legs wide and repeated, "DO IT!   DO
IT!   DO IT!"

"Do what, Ruth? Put my fingers down here?"

"YES!   YES!   MORE!   MORE!"

I shoved two fingers up her cunt. "Do you want something inside here?"

"YES!   PUT IT IN!   PUT IT IN!"

I started sliding my fingers in and out of Ruth's cunt while my thumb
rubbed her clit. She was screeching and humping and I knew she couldn't
last much longer. Then I heard my wife's voice, clear as a bell.

"YES!   FUCK ME!   FUCK ME!   FUCK ME!"

Ruth echoed immediately, "FUCK ME!   FUCK ME!   FUCK ME!"

They both got their wishes, even though their husbands were far too
busy elsewhere to respond to their demands.

Ruth and I both came almost as fast as we had a week earlier. By the
time we calmed down enough to remember that we weren't alone, we could
tell by the noises that Brenda and Alan weren't far behind us. We both
tuned that out, though, and clung to each other. In fact we were well
on our way into round two when we were interrupted by Alan's voice.

"Brenda wants to take me to her bedroom. Would that be all right with
you two?"

"Um, huh," Ruth moaned.

"Brian?" Brenda asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely," I gasped.

"OK, we're going," Brenda said. "We'll try not to take too long."

They had interrupted my passion enough that my brain was starting to
work again, though perhaps not too logically.

"Take all the time you want. I'm going to take Ruth to the other
bedroom. ... Say, Alan, any chance you two might want to spend the
night?"

"Oh, God," he moaned, "if only ..."

"OH YES! Jim," Brenda burst out. "I want it so much! ... Ruth?"

"Only if I can spend it with THIS Jim."

Alan had the last word. "We'll see you in the morning."

Ruth and I didn't get a lot of sleep that night, but we tried to make
up for it in the morning. The smell of coffee brewing finally woke us
about noontime, but we weren't able to tear ourselves away from each
other until nearly half an hour later. When we finally managed to
stagger out we found that Alan and Brenda had gotten distracted from
fixing breakfast and were making out like crazy on the sofa again.

Our entrance interrupted that, and we all managed to eat something, but
then we agreed the gals needed some time to say good-byes to their
Jims, so it was nearly two in the afternoon by the time Ruth and Alan
finally drove off.

Brenda stayed horny as hell for several weeks after that, but
eventually we decided a booster charge was needed. And then another ...
and another. Perhaps once a month or so Brenda will snuggle up against
me and whisper something like:

"I was talking with Ruth today, and we're both dying to fuck Jim
again."

I always know what that means. Before long I'll be spending another
wild night pretending that I'm Jim.