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Again
by Kenny Johnes (lsvista@hotmail.com)
 
***

My diminished poweress in the area that has always 
counted most to me, caused concern for my wife, 
Karen's, pleasure. Remembering Dave, and devising a 
scheme to renew and enhance her sexual enjoyment, I had 
only to convince her. After much scheming and 
cajoling... (MMF, wife)

***

Author's note: Although all parts of this journal were 
produced entirely by me, I have written in the first 
person also for parts recounted from the persepective 
of the other two participants. The accounts attributed 
to them are in accord with my observations and what was 
described to me.

Again, Part 1: Kenny starts it.
-------------------------------

I was in my early fifties and my wife, Karen, is only a 
few years younger. We have been married for a lot of 
years now and our children are all grown and moved away 
from home. We miss them but being empty-nesters 
certainly has its advantages, one being we can make 
love anytime and anywhere in the house. My wife is a 
very desirable woman. Among her many attributes are 
beautiful brown eyes and a loving smile.

For Karen, sex hasn't been great for quite a while now, 
although she never let that interfere with pleasuring 
me. This doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy it when we 
have sex but generally, she could take it or leave it 
and certainly doesn't initiate it. For me, until a few 
months ago, our sex life had never been better.

It all started when I thought I was really hot for her 
and wanted to have sex. I went through the usual 
foreplay but when it came to the stage when I tried to 
have intercourse, my penis, which had been fairly 
stiff, became flacid. It was a great shock to me, as it 
had never happened before. I tried to think of all 
sorts of erotic things to excite me and thus regain my 
erection, but to no avail. It kept slipping out of her 
vagina and Karen realized what was happening. She was 
very understanding and told me not to worry about it, 
and that was the end of our sex that night.

This bothered me so much, that I demanded to try again 
the next day. Karen did not object but when it came 
time for penetration, my penis failed me once more. I 
was past the stage of getting annoyed. I was furious. 
It upset me very much and whatever Karen tried to say 
to pacify me did not make it any better. 

I tried to apologize to her for not being able to have 
intercourse but she brushed it off saying it did not 
worry her at all, pointing out that it was me who 
always wanted satisfaction and she was just as happy to 
do without sex.

The problem worried me over the next few months, 
although in the meantime I had recovered some of my old 
ability and was able to have sex with Karen. I thought 
about taking Viagra but I wasn't sure that it was right 
for me. I came to a decision and sat down with her to 
tell her about my proposal. I put forward to her that 
she should have an affair with someone, a person who 
would be discrete and to keep it unknown to any of our 
friends and contacts. 

She was horrified about the idea. She felt that I was 
overreacting to something which was not a real problem, 
and she was not going to give any consideration to my 
proposal at all. But, I kept at her, nagging her, until 
to make me happy, she reluctantly agreed to the idea.

Now I had to work out the details. I knew that on her 
own she would not do anything. So I took it upon my 
self to find a 'suitable' person. I was thinking of 
possible 'candidates' when, of course, I remembered 
Dave. Karen had had an affair with Dave, who she met at 
her office many years ago when she was still working. 
Ultimately, after it had ended, I had questioned her 
one day and she admitted it to me. 

Gradually, I learned all the details and came to accept 
it. I even came to enjoy the thought of it and to have 
her talk about it sometimes when we were having sex. 
Karen's affair with Dave lasted about a year, during 
which time she had got together with him once a month 
or so, and had done pretty much everything of a sexual 
nature with him.

It was a long time ago, and I wasn't sure how to 
contact Dave now but I figured nothing lost by looking 
for him. I tried Internet searches and checking in the 
Professional directory and telephone books but couldn't 
find him. I was about to give up on locating him when I 
happened across a woman who had been a friend of Karen 
at the same office. I mentioned Dave as casually and 
innocently as I could, particularly since I didn't know 
if she knew about Karen and Dave. 

She told me that he had moved several years ago after 
his wife divorced him, apparently because of some 
affair he had at his office. I commented that that was 
too bad and told her I hadn't known about it. She gave 
me a sly, quizzical look but said nothing. I was 
wondering how to ask where he had moved to when she 
blurted out the name of the city. A little further 
searching as soon as I got back to my office produced 
Dave's current street address and phone number.

The hard part was to convince Karen that it was going 
to be Dave. I knew that she had a lot of guilt after 
the affair, and apparently still did in spite of my 
current feelings about it. As I expected, her first 
reaction was 'no way'. I tried to reason with her about 
how safe it will be with him because of their past 
relationship, and even if someone saw them together, 
even if he came to our place, no one would think much 
of it. 

Finally she agreed, and even commented that maybe it 
was better with him than with some stranger. She even 
gave me a sly look of excitement but I think she was 
just teasing me.

Convincing Dave was easier as he confessed the 'he 
always had a crush on Karen!'.

I think that he knew that I knew about their affair but 
neither of us mentioned it. We decided to meet for a 
dinner at an out-of-town restaurant. The plan was for 
Karen and I to go together and Dave to meet us there.


Again, Part 2: Karen consents.
------------------------------

Well he finally persuaded me. He kept hounding me about 
having sex with another man until I finally gave in. I 
could not convince Kenny that I was really not worried 
about his 'problem' or what he called his 'disability'. 
Sex hasn't been particularly important to me for a 
while now. I also was not happy at all with the man 
being Dave, although I recall we did some things that I 
really enjoyed when I was with him. I remember the 
thrill and excitement, but also, later the guilt.

I had sex with Kenny before we were even engaged but he 
was my first and only until my affair with Dave after 
my marriage. It took me quite some time to get much out 
of sex, to enjoy it to a certain extent, and I confess 
that I rarely, if ever, felt an urgent need to have 
sex. But I did like to be with Dave until I ended the 
affair. Only later did I tell Kenny about it.

I was not certain what was going to happen on this new 
date with Dave. I imagined it would be just an occasion 
for us to talk in general and probably for me to start 
to feel at ease with what would come. I dressed very 
conservatively, a modest blouse and skirt, and nothing 
fanciful with my bra and panties.

When Kenny and I got to the restaurant, Dave was 
already there. He got up, and welcomed us with a hand 
shake for Kenny, and a peck on my cheek. He drew the 
chair for me to sit next to him, so that we were across 
the table from Kenny. We ordered drinks and started 
chatting, all very pleasantly. Dave could be very 
charming. We talked for quite some time, and 
unwittingly I drank a bit too much. I had a buzz and 
was feeling elated.

We were having desserts when I suddenly realized that 
Dave's hand was around my waist. I had not expected him 
to make a move so soon in the presence of Kenny. I 
didn't say anything; anyhow Kenny couldn't see what was 
happening from where he sat. I concentrated on my 
dessert and as I pushed my plate away I felt Dave's 
hand on top of my blouse, feeling my breast. I was 
shocked that he would be so daring in front of Kenny, 
and I was very embarrassed because there were other 
customers nearby although we were partially out of 
sight at a corner table. 

I tried to gently push his hand away but I realized 
that it was not going to move anywhere. I looked at 
Kenny and he looked back at me but showed no sign of 
being concerned about the hand on my breast. I knew he 
could see it. Dave slowly undid the lower button of my 
blouse, all the time carrying on the conversation with 
Kenny. I had a mixed feeling of shock, anger and 
something else, which for a minute appeared to me as a 
sense of excitement.

I was angry with myself for feeling excited but I felt 
numb and couldn't resist. I felt Dave's hand moving 
under my blouse and reaching my breast over the bra. He 
was bolder now as he squeezed the breast. I noticed him 
winking at Kenny and then he bent down and kissed me on 
my neck. Kenny was pretending, as if he did not want to 
know what was happening. Dave then bent down and 
whispered in my ear to go to the change room, and take 
off my bra and panties.

I blurted out "What?" There was genuine anger in my 
reaction. 

He repeated his request, this time loud enough so that 
Kenny also could hear. I looked at Kenny for his 
response. He looked at me and said very softly, "It is 
up to you honey." I was angry more now at Kenny than at 
Dave. I pushed Dave's hand away, buttoned my blouse, 
got up and walked to the rest room. I went into one of 
the stalls and sat down on the toilet with my hands 
holding my face, thinking about what could come and 
realizing that my life would not be the same.

I sat there for some time, then got up, composed my 
self and took my blouse off. I removed my bra and put 
the blouse back on. I could feel my breasts pushing 
against my blouse, no longer restrained by the bra. I 
also pulled my panties down to my ankles and slipped 
out of them. I put both into my handbag. I hesitated 
and finally gathered enough courage to leave the stall. 
I took a quick look in the mirror. It seemed obvious 
that any one looking close would see that I did not 
have a bra on, and I imagined that somehow they would 
also realize that I was not wearing panties.

As I walked back to my table, I felt as if the whole 
restaurant was staring at me. I was angry with myself 
for the situation I was in, and also with Kenny who I 
blamed for starting it in the first instance, and at 
Dave for his arrogance in pushing me around. Kenny and 
Dave were deeply involved in conversing and did not see 
me coming back. When I reached my chair, Dave looked up 
and stared at my bosom. The smile on his face showed 
how pleased he was.

I looked at Kenny expecting him to intervene, but he 
got up to leave saying that he had some work to do. He 
asked Dave to drop me back at home but Dave asked him 
to hold on outside for a minute. As we left, Kenny 
stopped at the counter to pay for our dinners.

Dave took me by the hand and led me out of the 
restaurant. As we stepped out, the breeze was fresh and 
gently cooling; I felt refreshed after being inside the 
stuffy room. Dave had his arm around my waist and held 
me against him. I wished I could run away from the 
place and hide somewhere. He gently brushed my arm with 
his fingers, and said how happy he was to be with me 
again. He went on to explain he had continued to fancy 
me from the times we had together many years ago. 
Despite my anger, the effect of the alcohol plus all 
the things he was saying made me feel quite pleasant 
and I started to get somewhat excited.

Kenny was still inside the restaurant. Dave said let us 
take a walk along the pavement. With one arm around my 
waist and the other holding my hand, he led me. It was 
very romantic, and for the first time I started to feel 
at ease. Suddenly he stopped, turned towards me, took 
me in his arms and kissed me on my lips, first lightly 
then more passionately. I tried not to respond, but 
against my better judgment my body started to react. 

I did not try to push him or pull away from him. Soon I 
was kissing him back with equal fevour. We were 
standing at the pavement holding each other and with 
our lips locked onto each other. I could not believe 
what I was doing. It was magical and I don't know how 
long we were in each other's arms, but, as we broke off 
from each other, I saw Kenny standing nearby, trying 
not to be noticed by us.


Again, Part 3: Kenny continues.
-------------------------------

As I walked out of the restaurant I could see neither 
Karen nor Dave. I walked along the pavement and when I 
went around the corner I saw them in each other's arms, 
passionately kissing. I was surprised at that, as I had 
expected Karen to be still angry with Dave for making 
her do what he did. To be honest, I did not expect 
things to go this far on this occasion. Furthermore, 
Dave's attitude surprised me to a certain extent. But 
from what I saw, Karen seemed to have accepted it and 
moved on.

Dave spotted me there standing in the shadows and said, 
"Let us go for a drive." He wanted to go in our car, 
and as I sat in behind the wheel, he and Karen got into 
the back seat. He told me to go somewhere quiet and 
lonely. A mixed feeling of envy, embarrassment and 
jealousy was creeping into me.

As I drove toward a nearby lovers' lookout, I could see 
in the rearview mirror quite a bit of what was going on 
in the back seat. Karen's blouse was wide open exposing 
her breasts. Dave had one arm around her and with the 
other he was caressing one of them. I could see Karen 
had her eyes closed and it was obvious from her looks, 
that she was enjoying it.

A few moments later, I saw Dave kissing her neck. I 
kept driving and heard Karen softly whispering but I 
couldn't make out her words. I could see the back of 
Dave's head, his face turned towards her chest, and 
then I realized that he was sucking her nipples. 
Karen's seemed to be moaning softly or murmuring 
something to him. I felt nervous spying on them but I 
couldn't take my eyes off the mirror. I was getting 
excited myself, seeing Karen in another man's arms. The 
slurping noise of his sucking was louder than her 
moaning. I kept driving.


Again, Part 4: Dave's delighted.
--------------------------------

I thought I had all my Christmas's coming together, 
when Kenny contacted me and explained what he had in 
mind. I remembered the great sex I had with her -- all 
the great things we tried. My interest in my wife of 
the time paled in comparison to my excitement for 
Karen. 

She divorced me when she found out about my affair with 
Karen but I said good riddance. It was well worth it. 
Over the years since then, there's been many a time 
that I've ached for Karen and wanted to get together 
again but I respected her wish to end our relationship 
permanently, until now.

When we met in the restaurant, all the previous desires 
I had for her, returned and I could not keep my hands 
off her. I may have overplayed my hand when I asked her 
to take off her underwear and I knew that she was angry 
with me,. But when she went ahead and did so I knew 
that I had the upper hand. I wanted to make the best 
use of the advantage I had. 

When we came out of the restaurant, I played the role 
of the romantic lover and before long I knew I had won 
her over. When we got into the car, it was already 
getting dark. I was not sure whether Kenny could see us 
in the back seat, but I really did not care.

As soon as we got into the car, I put my arms around 
Karen and she moved closer to me,. I smiled at her and 
she shyly smiled back. I took her face in my hands and 
kissed her full on her lips and she put her arms around 
my neck and pulled me closer to her. Our lips were 
glued together and she opened her mouth to receive my 
tongue. 

Our tongues probed each other's mouth hungrily and were 
intertwined with each other's. She was one hell of a 
kisser. When we pulled away from each other we were 
breathless. I was aware of her breasts pushing against 
her blouse without the restraint of a bra. I took hold 
of her tits with both my hands and squeezed them 
gently.

I undid her blouse and squeezed her breasts, first 
gently then firmer, while watching her face. She smiled 
at me, obviously liking what I was doing. We kissed 
while I was playing with her boobs and she indicated 
her appreciation by gentle murmuring to show me that I 
was on the right path. I bent down and kissed one of 
her nipples and she gave a loud moan. 

I started to suck the nipple. It hardened under the 
touch of my tongue. She held me tight against her bosom 
as I kept sucking. I was sure Kenny could hear what was 
going on. The fact that we were doing it in his 
presence made it even more enjoyable to me,. I went 
from one nipple to the other, squeezing and sucking, 
occasionally surfacing for a breath.

I gradually slid my hand under her skirt. She has 
lovely legs, full and soft but still firm. My hand 
traced the smoothness until it reached her pussy. She 
parted her legs to let my fingers continue their 
exploration. Her patch was sopping wet, but not very 
hairy. I thought she must be clipped, and I found out 
from her later that Kenny liked to keep her pussy hair 
trimmed. She was not sure why but supposed that it was 
better for the tongue jobs he liked to do on her.

I slid my finger gently into the opening of her cunt. 
She suddenly gasped as my finger touched her clit, 
which was snuggled under the folds at the upper end. 
She moaned "Oh Dave" as I took the clit between my 
thumb and index finger and stroked it. I have never 
come across a clit which was so distinctly 
recognizable. It seemed to me that I could remember it 
from all those years ago.

Her clit hardened as I fingered it and she moaned 
encouragement. I inserted two fingers into her pussy. 
It was full of her juices; they slid in very easily. My 
fingers felt all around the smooth surface of her love 
hole. She was extremely excited and obviously wanted 
more as soon as she could get it. She kept pushing my 
hand deeper into her cunt.

My penis was getting excited and was pushing against my 
pants and I wanted to fuck her badly. I asked Kenny to 
stop the car. We were next to a park and there were 
hardly any other cars around. It was quite dark by 
then. I asked him to get out of the car and keep an eye 
for any onlookers. 

He didn't even hesitate and I thought maybe he didn't 
want to be with us when I fucked his wife, but I 
couldn't tell whether that was for his sake or hers. He 
got out and went to the back of the car but he wasn't 
clear enough in the dark for me to see whether he was 
looking in through the window. I did not care. I was 
going to give Karen a good fucking with him watching or 
not.

Kenny's car was a station wagon, which had this rear 
seat which reclined to merge with the floor at the 
back, which gave adequate room for two people to ly 
down. I grabbed a cushion that was in the back and 
placed it for Karen to put her head on. I lay down 
beside her and started.


Again, Part 5: Karen enjoys it.
-------------------------------

I was out of control. I could not remember ever having 
felt this way in my life. It seemed better even than 
the excitement I had had with Dave during our affair.

Dave was pushing buttons in me that I didn't remember 
knowing I had. He was making me willing again to do 
anything with him. As we lay down in the back of the 
car facing each other, I had no doubt what was going to 
happen. I wanted it very badly. Dave kissed me 
forcefully, first on my lips and then my neck and he 
moved down. His faced was buried in the valley between 
my breasts. 

I held him with both my hands. I loved the warmth and 
the smell of his body, which was very appealing. He 
hungrily sucked on my nipples. I reached for his pants 
and tried to undo the fly. I could feel his erection 
trying to push its way out. He stopped for a minute and 
undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles.

I put my hand on his penis, which was making a tent 
against his silk undies. I grabbed it and I could feel 
it growing in my hand. Even at his best, Kenny never 
had such a big and thick penis, and in the past few 
years, it has been nothing much to talk about. I pulled 
the undies down and Dave's penis popped out. It seemed 
enormous, much bigger than I remembered. I could just 
manage to hold it with my hand. It was warm and was 
pulsating in my grasp. His hand was rubbing against my 
pussy which was soaking wet. I wanted him inside me and 
murmured, "Let's do it."

He kissed me and said, "Okay Karen. Once again for old 
times sake," and climbed over me. I smiled at him for 
his remark, and separated my legs. He was on his knees 
facing me and gently put his penis at the mouth of my 
cunt and then easily slid it in very slowly. I held 
onto the cheeks of his bare butt and pulled him towards 
me. He started to move in and out in rhythm; first it 
was slow and gentle. I closed my eyes. 

It was a heavenly feeling that I wanted never to stop. 
My whole body was warm and tingling. I wondered whether 
Kenny was watching or a passerby might see us through 
the windows but I didn't care. I moaned and groaned 
lightly to urge him on. Then I cried out, "Fuck me. 
Fuck me. I want you deep inside me Dave." I thought, "I 
want your cum in me. This time it doesn't matter."

He increased his tempo. With Kenny, I am not used to a 
man keeping his erection for so long. I never climaxed 
with Dave during the sex we had in our affair but now a 
huge orgasms made my whole body shudder, followed by 
rippling after effects. I knew that Dave was going to 
come soon, as he started to moan, and I pushed my groin 
to coincide with his thrusts. 

We were in harmony and it felt so good, as if my cunt 
was going to burst when I felt him coming inside me. It 
was like an earthquake and my whole body shuddered 
again. His cum felt warm inside me and I imagined that 
my cunt was stuffed full of it.

Dave did not stop but kept moving in and out for 
another minute or two and then we stayed in the 
position holding onto each other for quite some time. 
The release of all the pent up emotions made me so 
relaxed I must have nodded off for a few minutes. When 
I woke up I noticed that he had moved off of me. He was 
pulling on his pants. 

He helped me to tidy up. I still had my bra and panties 
in my handbag but did not bother to put them on. We got 
out of the car and found Kenny still at the front of 
it, standing but leaning backward onto the hood. I am 
sure he felt the movement in the car and heard all our 
passionate groaning, but I couldn't see his face in the 
dark.

Dave pulled the back seat up to its original position. 
Kenny got into the driver's seat and started the car. 
We drove in silence. Dave held my hand all the while 
and I had my head resting on his shoulder. It was so 
relaxing and I felt good. When we reached the 
restaurant, Dave turned, held me tightly and kissed me 
passionately on my lips. I kissed him back just as 
firmly, and twisted my tongue into his mouth. I did not 
want him to leave but we had to part. He whispered that 
he would call me, said good-bye to Kenny, got out and 
walked over to his car.

Kenny turned to me and asked whether I was okay. I 
mumbled yes. We drove home in silence. When we reached 
home, I got out, went into the house and straight to 
bed.


Again, Part 6: Kenny thinks about it.
-------------------------------------

As we drove home, I was torn by mixed feelings. The 
thought of Karen having had sex with Dave excited me a 
bit but mostly, it made me extremely jealous and angry 
with her, especially since she did it right in front of 
me and apparently enjoyed it very much. I realized how 
stupid it was to be upset with her, since I had 
orchestrated the whole thing and virtually forced her 
to take part. But, I thought over and over, she didn't 
have to like it so much. 

Later, thinking further, this made me laugh to myself. 
I knew then that I would be okay with what happened and 
I started to let it really excite me. I wanted to ask 
her for the details right then but I knew she would not 
be ready to talk about it.

As we continued in silence, I became less and less 
bothered by what happened. This allowed me to 
concentrate on thinking of Dave's cock pounding Karen's 
cunt, and I supposed being sucked in her mouth. These 
thoughts made me more and more excited. I got a huge 
rock-solid hard on which I furtively rubbed on the 
outside of my pants.

I began to think about going where Dave had gone with 
Karen, as soon as we got home. I was extremely horny. 
The pre-come juices were pouring out of the end of my 
cock, thoroughly wetting my underwear. I could feel the 
wetness even on the outside of my pants. I desperately 
wanted to put this dripping cock into Karen's mouth and 
cunt but I would wait until we got home.

When we arrived at our house, Karen went straight to 
bed and rolled over to go to sleep. I was very 
disappointed that I couldn't have her then and also 
that she didn't want to have my cum on top of Dave's, 
but I didn't say anything to her or make any move 
toward her. 

Tomorrow morning, I thought, will be Sunday and we'll 
have all day for fucking. But the pressure was too 
great; I couldn't wait, so I went to sit on the toilet 
in our ensuite bathroom where with Kleenex wrapped 
around my cock beneath my hand, my cum exploded from it 
after only a few quick strokes.

***

The next morning, I woke early with another big hard 
on. I went to pee but my erection remained solidly in 
place. I was ready for action and assumed Karen would 
be also. I soon found out that she felt quite 
differently and so I left her alone for the rest of the 
day. Dave called a few times to speak to Karen but she 
did not want to talk to him. We chatted briefly like 
old friends but did not mention anything about his sex 
with Karen.

I'm good now and know that when I learn the details, I 
can only become more comfortable about Karen's sex I 
arranged with Dave. I am sure that I will want to know 
the details and to think about them and have Karen talk 
about them to excite me while we are having sex. All in 
due course I suppose, but, as the days pass, the 
pressure and desire for her is becoming unbearable. 
I've even thought about a prostitute but I'm sure I 
won't go there.

I'm concerned about what seems to be feelings of guilt 
in Karen. Certainly, she should have none, but I 
suppose that they likely are normal and I expect and 
hope that they will soon disappear. In the meantime, I 
wish she could know that my delight surely must exceed 
any regret that she has.

I must admit that while I wait for sex with her, I 
wonder whether some time in the future, Karen might 
consider being with Dave again, but next time in a 
threesome with me. I couldn't have handled that last 
night but think that now I would be up to it and would 
enjoy fucking her mouth while Dave was fucking her 
cunt, and turn about, and each of us licking her cunt 
and her breasts. Maybe with me there also she would not 
only enjoy it but would not have any regrets about it.

But that would be for another time, later, much later. 
For now I only want her with me. I love you Karen, very 
much.


Again, Part 7: Karen's feelings.
--------------------------------

The next day was Sunday. I woke up with a bad hangover. 
For a moment I had a strange feeling but wasn't sure 
what it was, and then it all came back to me, the 
happenings of the previous evening. My first reaction 
was disgust at myself, something similar to the guilt I 
had had after my earlier affair with Dave. I was 
ashamed to face Kenny and I tried to avoid him. He took 
the cue when I answered him in monosyllables whenever 
he tried to talk to me, and thus left me on my own for 
the rest of the day.

Dave tried to ring me quite a few times that day, but I 
asked Kenny to tell him I was not well. From what I 
gathered in between the lines, Dave was not happy with 
my attitude. Anyhow, I did not worry about it. I was 
certain that I could never again want to have sex with 
Dave, or sex with any man other than Kenny.

Strangely, my adventure the previous night seemed to 
have resulted in an increased interest in me for sex 
with my husband, although I wasn't sure how long it 
would be until I was up to facing him even for that. 
Considering how he had asked for all of what he 
considered the "juicy" details of my sex acts with 
Dave, I assumed that Kenny sooner or later would want 
me to tell him all about what Dave and I did to each 
other last night. I expected that the details might 
excite him but I supposed that that would be later.

As the day went on and my thoughts wandered more 
freely, I realized that I also felt excitement about 
what I'd done last night and knew that sometime in the 
future, I might change my mind. Even with my feelings 
of regret, I remembered fondly the glorious feeling of 
Dave's cock pounding me deep in my cunt and then 
exploding his cum into me. 

I chastised myself for thinking such thoughts but as I 
fell into an afternoon nap on the bed, my thoughts 
sleepily drifted into the possibility of a next time 
with him when maybe, as I had done long ago, I could 
suck that wonderful cock.

Just before I fell asleep, I realized how grateful I 
was, for what my husband had given me. I love you 
Kenny, very much.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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