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Subject: FLORIDA HEAT 8/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/11
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"Full Disclosure"
By ELLEN
I mentioned all but one of our experiments in liberated
marriage happened a few years ago over a twenty month period.
This is the exception.
After posting these stories on a compu-chat service, I
received an e-mail inquiry from a grad studies sociology student
who asked if Bill and I could meet him for an interview for his
lifestyles thesis.
I agreed to the next Monday evening, when we would return
from a weekend at our beach condo. Because Bill had to stay on
the coast that evening for an appointment and couldn't be there,
I suggested to the student that we meet at a neutral setting, a
restaurant and lounge halfway between his school and our home.
I was wearing a soft white silk skirt, a low-cut loose
fitting red blouse, and a blue scarf. The lounge was packed, so
I skipped drinking alone as I waited at the door near the
cashier's register in the narrow walkway separating the lounge
from the restaurant.
Drew strode in 5 minutes after I'd arrived. At first glance,
I thought I'd seen him before. Just as he'd described himself, he
was muscular, with a broad smile beneath a tousled mat of blond
hair. He wore a dark blue safari suit and clasped a weather-worn,
dark green stationery box under an arm. He was standing straight,
like a military cadet, his shoulders back. He would have been
only slightly taller than me if I hadn't been wearing three-inch
heels. I squinted, searching his face for a clue; I couldn't
remember at that moment of whom Drew reminded me.
We were seated at the last available table next to an
incredibly large aquarium. The restaurant was noisy. A
particularly loud band was playing near us, waitresses were
chatting with a birthday crowd at the next table, and electronic
gimmicks were popping everywhere, including an overhead electric
train puffing and hooting past us every minute or so.
Drew opened his stationery box and grinned as he said, "This
is what I've been doing with my life for the past six months." He
was showing me his first draft of a thick thesis, concerning
marital life-styles, including a couple of open marriage types
he'd researched, interviews with swinging couples he'd met
through a correspondence magazine, and a an outline of a couple
of marital pursuits I didn't even know existed. He concluded,
"What interested me about you two was that Bill's a 'watcher.' I
just wanted to know what makes him tick. Sorry he couldn't be
here."
In the din of voices, music, and clattering dishes, I missed
much of what he was telling me. After ten minutes of straining to
hear, with no waitress in sight, I suggested we drive to our
home. We drove in separate cars. The late evening streets were
still wet from a brief Florida thundershower. The multi-colored
lights of neon signs, street lamps, and a line of cars streaming
west to the suburbs cast long brilliant reflections on the wet
highway.
We entered through the door from the garage. I mixed a
pitcher of margaritas, set the pitcher and a couple of diet sodas
on a tray, and led him into the den, where I turned on the stereo
and flicked on a table lamp. The room was bathed in a dim red
glow from the lamp's two red bulbs. I sat on the couch across
from Drew in the overstuffed chair. He reached behind, thumbed
over the spines of books on our ceiling high shelf, then turned
toward me, chewing his lower lip like he was trying to think of
what to ask Turning on his pocket recorder, he began asking qu
estions like "Why do you think you did that?" or "When did Bill's
reaction occur to you?"
I bit my lip, suppressing a grin; his eyes had widened as I
told him about a poker party where I was the prize. Five tapes
later, he'd gulped down several potent margaritas. He poured me
the last as I was telling him about an incident while
accompanying Bill on a business trip to the Carolinas. I should
have drunk only the diet sodas; a warm glow and giddiness had
spread through me by the time I'd finished my story.
My senses swirling, I stared down at his lap. His penis had
swollen; the bulging shaft beneath his slacks curved upward, its
center protruding massively outward in an arch; the walnut-sized
head at the end of his stalk extended to his belt. My eyes didn't
waver from his lap as I asked, my voice tremoring, "Anything
else?"
He clicked off his recorder, his chest heaving. He was
staring at my widened eyes which were fixated on his obvious
bulge.
My heart was fluttering. Removing my shoes, I stretched my
legs, resting my feet on the coffee table. His gaze roamed over
my body, from my semi bared legs to the loose folds of my blouse.
Dazed, I sat the empty glass on the coffee table.
Electricity rippled through my body. My senses were spinning as I
continued staring at his engorged manhood. I shook my head like I
was trying to clear the alcoholic fog. Remembering the adults-
only VCR tape Bill and I had purchased only a week before, I
breathed, my voice slurring slightly, "Care to watch a video?"
When he nodded, drunkenly but affirmatively, I lifted the
remote control switch from the coffee table, my fingers
involuntarily massaging the instrument. I was mesmerized by
Drew's hardness. My throat tremored as our eyes locked, each of
us pretending not to have noticed the other's excitation. I
punched a button, clicking on the movie, and inquired, my voice
quaking, "Think you'd be more comfortable on the couch, alongside
me?"
Drew surveyed the length of my legs, now bared from hips to
ankles. He walked wordlessly to the couch. A pale vein pulsated
in his right temple. The intoxication had taken its full toll.
Glancing to the immenseness of his engorged penis beneath his
slacks, I gulped, fearfully. For the first time, I'd put myself
in a position like this without Bill's permission. Although I
was trying to convince myself that this visit was social, I knew
it wasn't. The movie flickered on the TV screen. I fidgeted my
legs, trying to calm the wanton heat rising in my vagina;
instead, the motion was enhancing my lusty desires.
I rarely drink alcohol, but now I was in an intoxicated
trance. Erotic movies usually don't have the same effect on me as
they do on men. Tonight, though, was different. After four
margaritas and the irradiance of Drew's excitation, I was glowing
with passion. My full lips quivered. My hands were shaking! I saw
him stealing glances at my legs and heaving breasts. So there we
sat, knowing we shouldn't and pretending we weren't.
The minutes passed. I swallowed. My vaginal muscles pulsated
uncontrollably. Because my husband and I no longer were engaged
in open marriage adventures, I was trying to appear unaffected.
It didn't work. I shuddered softly, leaning against him. My neck
brushed his bare arm.
His fingers traced a sensuous path around my ears. He leaned
to kiss my neck. Warmed by the liquor and the film's seductive
fire, I couldn't resist. I moaned. Our lips met, our arms
intertwining. He coaxed my back against the velvety cushions.
My groin quivered up in excitation, pressing against his
hardness. Our hing against the other. Drew unwrapped my dress as
I fumbled for his zipper. His long, pale stalk was so cleanly
circumcised, it must have been sculptured by a master surgeon.
The walnut-like cock head gleamed beneath the dim lighting, its
purplish skin stretched tightly over its bulging mass like a
undersized rubber glove over a swollen hand.
And then we were nude. My shaved mound grazed the base of
his hardness. My clitoris fluttered. His warm cock pressed
threateningly against my stomach. His lips brushed my breasts,
then moved down my body.
I was tremoring as the heat of his tongue's wetness melded
with my lubrication. The softness twirled around my clitoris. I
moaned as my hips gyrated madly in passion. I shuddered wantonly,
my groin rotating wildly beneath him, the searing need for his
rubbery tool flooding through my body.
Hovering above me, he groaned, "God, you're beautiful!"
My lips trembled. I stared at his engorged length, curving
up in a long arc from his mass of blond pubic hair, pointing
toward me! I'd only seen one like it, and then I realized why
Drew reminded me of someone else! Although not as tall, he had
the face and body of BRAD, the son of Darryl and Rita.
Brad! Brad's parents had known about the arrangement; he'd
visited us about every other month for a year, fucking me madly
for hours on end each time. Although I was twelve years older
than Brad, I had been the only woman he'd ever been with during
that time. Our passionate coupling had been overwhelming; I'd
never tired of his unending stamina. Eventually, I found myself
counting the days until Brad would return for another week or
weekend between his college classes for our unrestrained love
sessions.
And now, MY GOD! DREW EVEN HAD BRAD'S COCK! I was mesmerized
by the dark, purple-veined cock that I was now stroking, my hand
squeezing it back and forth from its black mass of pubic hair to
the broad, bulging head. I ovaled my lips over the rubbery head.
My eyes rolled up to worship Drew as my tongue slid along his
length. His hips thrust toward me, pushing it beyond the back of
my throat. The smoothness glided through the walls of my mouth
until I was delirious with desire. I became one with his cock and
the throaty music drifting from the stereo. I flamed
passionately, whimpering with each stroke into my quivering lips.
The rapture I'd remembered with Brad was flooding into my
now heightened senses. I wailed as Drew gently pushed my legs
apart. My hips rotated passionately as he mounted me. My
tremoring groin expectantly quivered up. I shuddered heavily as
his broad cock head brushed my cuntal folds. He flinched and
moaned as his shaft entered the hungry mouth of my vagina. I
looked down fearfully to watch as his hips lowered to the vee
between my legs. His broad manhood was stretching my madly
lubricated walls to the breaking point. As his shaft sank deeper,
I squealed, "Oh My GOD-D-D-D!"
Now united, his cock so snugly in place, it throbbed and
expanded even further. My resistant walls were rejecting the
enormous pressure of his shaft's size. I panicked. Oh GOD, He was
huge! I screamed, "You're splitting me APART! Oh GOD, Drew!" But
when he started to withdraw, I locked my legs around his hips,
slowly drawing him deeper. Screaming at the combination of pain
and searing pleasure, I was fucking my lubricious cunt up to suck
in each thrust of his massive rod. I cried, "UNHHHH! Oh GOD, it's
so HUGE! Oh, Drew! I'm so fucking hot I don't know what to DO! I
don't want you to STOP! Oh GOD! It's KILLING me!" But now, my
contradictory pleas had no effect on him.
He slammed into me with a vengeance! Sobbing, I was on fire,
my cunt rising with each thrust. The bulging root of his cock
pounded my clitoris like a carpenter's hammer on a softly
yielding nail. My mouth opened in awesome wonder at the savagery
of his onslaught. asure. My cunt danced with the rhythm of his
steaming cock, fucking back to meet every stroke. I screamed
wantonly, "Oh-h-h-h, DO it to me-e-e-e! Oh Yes-s-s-s! I LOVE it!
I LOVE your cock!" My head was rolling from side to side. My body
pulsated as I thrashed beneath him. In rapture, I stared at
Drew's - or was it Brad's! -handsome face, his eyes now glazed
with lust. The margarita's intoxication, the unshakeable image of
two young men at once fucking me, burst in an explosive shower of
mind-numbing pleasure.
I mewed. Our lips parted as we studied the faces of the
lover we were fucking in mad abandon. His jaw curved down from
the sides to a squared jaw as did Brad's - the mega-cock
pounding into me - the eyes as blue as Brad's- my cuntal walls
lubricating the submarine that was sweeping through my quaking
depths - the skin as pale as Brad's! Murmuring my desire, I
radiated with passion. My long legs fit perfectly around his
body. The root of his cock slid over my clitoris, eliciting my
screams of delight.
Drew's hips gyrated before each thrust, then he would ram
into me with a fury. I tightened my leggy grip to reciprocate
each mind-shattering entry. My vaginal walls were creaming like
fluid from an overturned bottle of suntan lotion. I began to cry
with uncontrollable passion, wailing, "Oh GOD, Drew! It's so
fucking AWESOME! Please don't stop, Drew! I'll do anything you
WANT! Just keep FUCKING me-e-e-e-e!" I was rolling my head in
wide circles. My soft breasts bobbed and rippled with his
violent rhythm. The passion mounted. My clitoris was engorged
like an overfilled balloon. I forgot anything existed except Drew
and me; I sobbed, my throat tremoring like a leaf, "I'm in
fucking LOVE with you, Drew!" And as he rammed his broad cock
ever faster, I cried, "Oh, GOD-D-D-D! YES-S-S-S! FUCK ME, DREW!
FUCK ME-E-E-E!" The salty taste of my tears was at once bitter
and sweet.
Then I could feel the overwhelming flutter from within my
clitoris, like an unstoppable freight train steaming through my
groin. The thunder of cosmic orgasm was rolling up from lust's
distant hills in lightning-laden clouds. Drew's cock was now
expanding monstrously like a volcanic tidal wave about to burst.
We shared an ecstatic wail.
The veins of his manhood throbbed as he groaned, "Ellen, I'm
COMING! Oh GOD!" He drove into me with a frenzy, his large balls
slapping my buttocks.
Shuddering, I imagined that he knew my thoughts. And then,
somehow I knew we'd crossed the final psychological barrier to
become ONE; we'd united in body and soul, an orgiastic union of
his throbbing, rubbery member with my hungry cunt. The orgasm was
rushing toward us like a tidal wave. I was sobbing in delight. My
ankles locked around his hips, my groin gyrating madly with the
awesome rhythm of his ramming cock!
And now, OH GOD, it was upon us! We wailed in unison, my
breasts tremoring heavily. The lightning thunderclapped! A
million stars burst throughout the room. His warm semen burst
through my waiting channel! I screamed as his lengthy member
erupted molten lava, my legs and arms wrapping tightly around
him, lifting my body from the couch. My mind was spinning in
rapturous torrents, capturing his every thought. My body
shuddered like palm leaves in a hurricane. "I love you," I
sobbed, collapsing, my arms and legs splayed wide as he continued
his mighty assault. My vaginal muscles squeezed his softening
member.
We showered. Exhausted, we lay on the plush carpet. Drew
drifted into sleep. As I stared down at him, I was stroking the
soft length of his warm manhood, then snuggled alongside, my arms
and legs wrapped about him, my throbbing pussy nestled against
his leg. I slept until he awoke me at 1 a.m., his cock curving
upward to my lips.
Smiling, I pulled his hips above my breasts until he
straddled me. I ock until it swelled, hard and rubbery, and was
bulging beyond my throat. His shaft's pale outer skin seemed too
thin a covering for such a hard and massive tool. My lips were
sliding up and down his length as I rolled my eyes up to watch
him, blissfully remembering the rapturous symphony of our
orgasms.
At that moment, amid the glow of his warm length slithering
through my mouth and the memory of the wondrous fucking, I was in
love with Drew.
Now, he groaned, his tempo increasing as he breathed, "Oh
god, Ellen, I want you!" I murmured, "I'm yours. I'm a whore!
However you want me!" I rolled, kneeling away from him. His hands
grasped my hips as he entered my quivering pussy from the rear. I
wanted to feel degraded. Instead, I felt just fucking wonderful!
This time, there was no pain as he slid into my sensitive
tunnel. I was moaning with pleasure. Feeling his hips slapping my
buttocks, I realized that Drew had shoved his throbbing monster
to the hilt. My hips gyrated, tremoring as his lengthy hardness
entered my lubricated channel. My vaginal walls stretched with
each thrilling inch to accommodate him. And then he had sheathed
the tool to its hilt as my mouth opened widely, my eyes rolling
with the adulterous passion that gripped my searing soul. His
long shaft radiated, steaming in the hot coals of my cunt.
The imagined scene of Brad again fucking me crazed me with
desire. Wailing as he thrust into me, my hips rotated, fucking
back against him. I screamed with each entry, and although I
don't swear, I now found myself pleading with smoldering passion,
"Ohhhh! God DAMN! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK me, Drew!" It was just
so fucking AWESOME! He was driving his tool through me with a
vengeance.
My lips ovaled in wonder. I breathed lustily. I turned my
head to watch him as he hammered his long instrument into me. My
eyes were wide. I was cooing between pursed lips, "Oooooh, DO it!
DO it to me!" As he then rammed ferociously against me, my breath
escaped in a whoosh through the rounded fullness of my lips. My
fingernails were clawing at the walls above the headboard.
Wailing as he fucked me wildly, I swirled my hips to his rhythm.
Staring back as he bucked against me, he groaned, his voice
shaking, "I love it, Ellen! I love it! I love YOU, Ellen!"
My lips formed an "oh" as our eyes locked. We each
understood. We loved fucking the other. We loved this adultery.
We loved.
I relished the exquisite feeling of his huge cock ramming
into me. He was thrusting with measured strokes as he asked,
"Would you be offended if I asked a very personal question?" When
I nodded negatively, he queried, "Is Bill as large as I am?"
I moaned at his increasing tempo and responded, my voice
tremoring, "My husband's a more normal size. You're MUCH larger!"
Although DREW was shorter than Bill in height, Drew's COCK was 4
inches longer! Women don't judge men by sizes or heights,
although THIS particular penis reminded me of another I love. Yet
men seem obsessed with those matters.
He was fucking me madly now. My hips rotated my cunt in a
ferris-wheel like rotation. I stared straight ahead at the walled
bookcase as his large balls slapped the soft roundness of my
buttocks, his cock steaming like a hot poker through my flaming
vagina. My eyes filled with joyous tears.
God, it was incredible! I was now in the vacuum of a distant
galaxy, rocketing through uncharted stellar streams, my mighty
ship's power fueled by the throbbing force of Drew's massive
engine. Ahead lay a flame-blue star, trillions of miles across.
The orgasm was building. The tears streaked along my cheeks.
Then, looking back in awe as he fucked into me, I sobbed, "Come
WITH me!"
Love was positively bursting in my breast. my eyes rolled.
My pussy shuddered with the onrushing climax. Wailing, I thrashed
my head wildly, my hair flailing the air as I faintly heard Drew
groan from a distant star, "Oh, god, I'm coming!" Oh, wonderful,
Drew, I wanted you to come with me! The tears flowed down my
cheeks. His blue eyes glinted. He was biting his lip in
excitation when I felt his cock swelling. He was about to come
with me! He groaned passionately. Our eyes locked. As his cock
expanded within me I spread my legs further as if I could somehow
allow my vagina to hold even more. I was biting the softness of
my lower lip as I cried, "It's super, Drew! Super! I LOVE it!" I
reached behind to touch his chest as his cock fucked into my hot,
wet depths, which were now a vortex of mega-lust that gripped the
broad cock-head sliding through the mouth of my love tunnel.
He was fucking me with a vengeance. The building orgasm was
now not so distant, rushing up like a mad prehistoric beast
screaming for air from the primeval depths of a misty cavern. The
earth opened before me. I was falling through a bottomless chasm
of adulterous pleasure with his every thrust, my mind enveloping
an unknown universe inhabited by only me and Drew. I shuddered.
The beast within was insane with pleasure. My whoring had now
spanned eons, all sense of time lost as I cried out frightfully.
I was praying for the oncoming super-orgasm but fearing I could
no longer bear the passionate explosion.
Then it was happening! The mutual orgasms were rolling over
us like a landslide. I screamed, "Oh, JESUS-S-S-S!" I was
shuddering as my back arched expectantly; I dug my fingers into
his hips behind me. The white heat of his sperm burst through my
steaming channel. My vaginal eruptions blasted through the belly
of my star ship, propelling smoldering fragments across the
galaxy to fall on distant worlds where love reigns supreme.
My body slackened. I collapsed, Drew's kingly length staying
within me, following - face down - to the carpet.
"I love you, Drew," I muttered as he lay across my back, his
cock filling me. "I truly love you." I wriggled my hips. His
lengthy instrument, slithering within, seemed to reach into my
slender belly. I looked at the VCR's digital clock. It was 3.a.m.
We had been fucking for two hours. I fell peacefully asleep. An
hour before sunrise, he nudged me awake, mounting me, missionary
position, fucking me slowly. I screamed with a second, then
third, then fourth orgasm; and finally, my vaginal muscles felt
his manhood expand as he shuddered; my muscles squeezed tightly
as I fucked back against his thrusting member like my cunt was
milking all he could give. He shuddered, his fluids rocketing
through his lusty length, exploding joyously through me. Dazed, I
muttered, "I love you." I meant it. I fucking well meant it. Drew
was just fucking great.
Two months later, after Drew had appeared before his
thesis-review board, he was awarded his masters degree.
That Friday, Bill and I drove him to a restaurant over at
the beach for a graduation dinner of lobster. "You deserved the
degree," I teased Drew. "Your 'homework' was very impressive."
He and Bill laughed.
"You're a good teacher," he smiled. "Good teachers make
students do it over until they get it right."
The three of us drove to our weekend beach condo a mile away
where we spent the next three days until Drew left for Boston
where he's now pursuing a doctorate.
When we let him off at the airport, he grinned, "I'll need
research for doctoral studies also," then winked and ran through
the terminal door, waving back at us.
The weather was warming. Bill suggested we go to the beach
on Florida's completed his next work project, a couple of weeks
aw ay.
I was remembering that the beach he suggested was where we'd met
Greg, with whom our marriage first became liberated.
I was to see Drew only three more times before he changed
his mind about where he was going to continue his schooling. He's
now pursuing his graduate studies in Europe, and I doubt that
I'll ever see him again. It isn't that I don't want to. It's just
that some things we want in life just aren't practical.
THE END
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