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“Omigosh, we’re gonna have sex talk? A sex talk!!” Desiree gripped the teddy bear tighter around its middle as she squealed out the words, and I wished for a few moments that I could be that teddy.

How I ended up sitting in a 22 year-old’s college apartment started innocently enough. I suggested to Desiree, a former high school student of mine, that I visit her as she was completing her university’s teacher training program. Having recently broken up with her boyfriend, Desiree said that seeing a familiar face would be “just the cheer up she needed.” Plus, I volunteered to show her a few teaching tricks for a mock lesson she was preparing for presentation.

When Desiree answered the door, I wasn’t quite prepared for the transformed filipina beauty who greeted me. She smiled broadly, dazzling white teeth against tanned skin, and flung herself around my neck before I could offer her my hand to shake. Definitely not the restrained, shy girl whose simmering eyes and pencil nibbling tricks had distracted me an entire year of 11th grade English.

In addition to the crush of her breasts against my chest, I was nearly smothered by a strong strawberry fragrance from her hair. Her long chestnut colored hair was gathered up in a tight ponytail with a black scrungee. I hadn’t seen Desiree in nearly five years, so her enthusiastic greeting caught me off guard. I relaxed and enjoyed her fragrant embrace. Our cheeks touched – it was very sweet hug.

Since it was a Southern California summer day, I was wearing athletic shorts and tennis shoes. Desiree’s outfit was too cute. Blue cotton velour shorts that barely covered her butt cheeks and knee-high athletic socks with a matching blue piping that made her toned legs look nice and long. Desiree’s olive sun-drenched skin made her stunning filipina features even more exotic. She wore a pale blue t-shirt that rounded out the sporty look, although those shorts spelled out “playmate” more than “play ball.”

“You look great, Desiree.” Like a filipina Carmen Electra.

“And you, too, Mr….”

“Ah, it’s Peter now. We’re not in 11th grade English any more, are we?”

“Definitely not. Can I pour you some wine?” Here was further proof that we were in a space far away from my 11th grade class.

“Sure, pour away.”

We chatted in her living room like old friends. The wine poured and the conversation flowed. About how my English class was her favorite in high school, about how the other filipina girls would gossip about me. Desiree confessed she once confided in a friend how much she enjoyed my class, and then she was teased mercilessly as “teacher’s pet” and that “stupid filipina girl with a crush on her teacher.” At least that explained the mystery of why she suddenly stopped participating in class much.

“So what’s the rest of your place look like?”

“Have you had enough wine?” Desiree asked.

“Very nice, a little buzz going, too.”

“Me, too,” she giggled. We both stood, me a little wobbly. “Let me show you my room and you tell me about treaching ticks.”

“Treaching what?”

“Oh, no, no, no, teaching, I meant teaching.” Desiree reached out and grabbed my arm and covered her mouth with her other hand, laughing at her own word salad.

“Treaching?” I repeated. “You gonna be gate treacher soon like me?”

Desiree bent her head down and laughed at my teasing, and in tossing her head back up, struck me on the side of the face with her whipping ponytail.

“Ouch! Is this one of those filipina martial arts moves I’ve heard about?”

In response, Desiree ducked behind me and started pushing my shoulder blades, pushing me, towards her bedroom. “My wine – I want my wine.”

“Walk forward,” she ordered, “it’s safer in front of me. I’ll get your wine.” I resisted her pushing, but her hands were firm, the slender fingers pushing against my shoulders and also feeling at the same time.

“Gosh, Peter, you work out or what? You have a nice muscles in your back, and look at those legs…”

Desiree caught herself and stopped mid-sentence. I liked the praise, who wouldn’t? I found myself shoved into her room while Desiree went back for the wine.

Her room was little girl innocence all the way. Pastel colored comforter, frilly throw pills and too many stuffed animals. I noticed a corkboard with what looked like samples of her college papers pinned to it. When I got closer I noticed that it was a collage of essays and creative writing pieces that Desiree penned in my 11th grade English class. I looked over my hand-written comments to make sure they stood the test of time: “Your perceptions are far more mature what I usually see in Junior Honors English – you are a keen and mature observer of human nature.”

“Don’t look at those,” Desiree suddenly reappeared with our two wine glasses, setting them down on her nightstand. Was that panic in her voice? I continued to look over her papers. Wait a sec. Someone had written something in response to my comment. I began reading, “I am mature enough to see in you…”

“NO!” Desiree inserted herself between me and the corkboard. “You can’t read that! Sit over there!” I was getting used to all the commands. It was bossy and charming at the same time.

“Where?”

“Next to Boo” she pointed at her bed.

“Boo who?”

“Boo, brown bear on my pillow.”

“Which one is Boo? The bed’s got a whole zoo on it.”

“Oh, PETER!” Desiree forcefully pushed against my chest, driving me backward toward her full-size bed and away from her secret corkboard shrine, or whatever it was.

I kicked off my tennis shoes and sat on her bed. “Is this a safe distance?”

“That’s just fine. Sit there. These are personal property,” referring to the papers.

“So, what’s going on, Desiree?” I leaned back on my elbows, ready to change the topic. My legs were tanned and toned from so many century bike rides.

I caught Desiree’s eyes give my thighs a once over before she plopped herself down on the bed in a hurdler’s stretch. That’s one leg straight out, the other with the heel pointed inward towards her crotch. I glanced at her too brief shorts and could almost see her private parts. It was a hot view of a hottie.

“Well, Peter, my boyfriend just broke up with me.”

“He broke it off?”

“Yeah, I got dumped.”

“He should have his head examined…”

“Well, maybe we weren’t good so together. He wanted me to do things and I just couldn’t.”

“Oh.” At least she’s still a virgin I thought. “Did he want you to sell Boo on ebay or something?”

“Always so funny.” Desiree gave my thigh a playful slap. Her burgundy-colored nail job matched that the shade of her lipstick. Such sensual lips.

“No, no, no,” she added, giving my thigh three little pats with each “no.” She rested her fingertips on my thigh, and I was suddenly aware that I’d come to half staff, a tent forming in my black shorts. I turned towards Desiree on the bed and leaned on one elbow. Maybe she wouldn’t notice my forming erection in this position.

“It was personal stuff I couldn’t do.”

“Okay, I give – what was it?” I asked, Desiree now drawing very small circles on my thigh.

“Gosh, I don’t even talk to girlfriends about this.”

I reached across Desiree, my entire chest sliding across hers briefly, to take a sip from my wine glass on her nightstand. It was a bold move and Desiree didn’t push me away. I slid back to my position.

“What’s wrong with your girlfriends?”

“They all know each other, and they know Tony…”

“Your ex?”

“My ex. And anything I say gets back to them.”

“I got it. You remember how in 11th grade everything I told everyone that their papers were confidential?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Okay, so you can tell me whatever it is, and it stays between you and me. Same confidentiality. You’ll feel better once you get it off your chest, AND your friends will never know what you told me.”

“Omigosh, we’re gonna have a sex talk? A sex talk!!” Desiree gripped Boo and bounced on the bed in excitement.

“Okay, omigosh, okay. I’ve been dying to talk to someone. Here goes…”

Desiree repositioned herself on her elbow, mimicking my posture. Those pouty filipina lips began to flutter and her story came out.

“Tony said I just wasn’t sexy enough.” There was hurt in her voice. “We’d have sex and he’d say things to me I thought were gross, and I told him that. So last time he said one of those things, I said to him ‘I won’t do that,’ and he said to me, ‘So forget you,’ and he left and that was it.”

“Didn’t you love him?”

“Well, maybe,…I don’t know. No, when he left I was glad.”

“But what did he say that annoyed you?”

“This is so hard for me.”

“Trust me, Desiree, once you say it and we get it out in the open…”

“I just can’t.”

“Here’s what we’ll do. Turn your head away from me and tell Boo what he said to you.”

Desiree turned on her stomach, then turned her head away from me and toward Boo. “Suck my dick.”

While she had turned away, I had a second to rearrange my growing package in my shorts. Hearing Desiree finally confess to Boo made my cock take another leap.

Desiree turned back to me. “I’m a nice girl…I don’t say things like that. Plus, Tony was always drunk when we were together, and I don’t think he even remembered what we did half the time. One time he peed outside my door and then laughed. It was so gross.” Desiree scissored her legs in the air, then crossed her ankles above her butt, hugging Boo and waiting for me to weigh in.

“Your ex made a mistake by being a disgusting drunk,” I admitted. “But that sex talk stuff – when you’re ready for it, it’s like riding a wonderful wave at the beach. It’s very powerful. But instead of looking at it as dirty words, you have to look at the feelings behind the words. They are like a love potion.”

“Really?”

“So powerful, when you start sometimes, it’s difficult to stop saying them because they make love-making even stronger and more meaningful.”

Desiree started tracing little designs on Boo’s tummy with her index finger. Maybe it was nervousness, or maybe she was gathering her courage. It was sweet.

“More meaningful?”

“Yeah, well, look at those Junior English papers on your wall. Imagine if I could have read your responses to my comments, and then after I wrote back to you, you could have written to me again. Think of how powerful a bond that would have been to exchange those ideas.”

“Peter, can I ask you a huge favor?”

“Go ahead.”

“Could we, like, practice saying those words and things. If you say it isn’t dirty but just sexy, I believe you. What you say about making the feelings more powerful by saying them, that makes sense to me. You were so right.”

“About what?”

“If I had the courage to give you my paper back with what I had written on it, we could have worked through some stuff and I wouldn’t have sat so quiet in your class.”

“Now we have a chance, Desiree,” not quite sure what “stuff” we needed to work through back in 11th grade.

“So how do I say these things?”

“First off, let me ask you…” I wanted her to see my face as a picture of calm.

“…Do you enjoying sucking a guy?” My heart was pounding as I asked the question.

“Well, yes.”

“So how do you put it into words?”

“Peter, why you keep asking questions. Come on, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

Bingo! Those were the magic words I’d been waiting to hear.

“Say, ‘I enjoy sucking cock.’”

Desiree turned her head away and mumbled something to Boo. Lucky bear, I thought, but your luck is now going to run out and mine is going to begin.

I reached over and gave Desiree a smack on her adorable ass.

“Hey!” She turned toward me.

“Again” I ordered.

In very slow, measured words, she said “I enjoy sucking the cock.” Except she said them staring straight ahead, looking at Boo.

“That’s good, but Boo won’t say anything back. And, anatomically speaking, he can’t react.”

Desiree laughed and poked Boo in the stomach with her finger.

“Desiree, look me in the eye and say ‘I enjoy sucking cock.’ As long as it’s true, you’ll start feeling more power from saying those words, almost right away.” I didn’t have a clue what the fuck I was talking about. Teacher? Sex guru? This was fun.

“Okay, Peter, I enjoy sucking the cock.” Our eyes connected and I was feeling something powerful, and that something was growing in my shorts by the second.

“Say, ‘Put your cock in my mouth.’”

“Put your cock in my mouth.”

“Say, ‘Fuck my mouth, please.’”

“Fuck my mouth, please.”

“Pretty please with sugar on it.”

“Peter, fuck my sugar mouth please, pretty please fuck it with the sugar.”

We both laughed at that one. Desiree reached over and started running her fingertip on my upper arm. Some tension had been broken, a line had been crossed, and now we were moving forward.

“How would you do it?”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“If you wanted me to do those things…I mean, could we practice saying those things and, I don’t know…”

“You want to play act out the words,” I said with a calm face, as the blood rushed into my groin.

“Well, yeah. I want to feel that power but I don’t yet. If we rehearsed the love potion words they would have that meaning you were talking about.”

I always enjoyed a student who could twist around my own ideas and suggestions and impale me on them. Especially this idea.

“All right. When you sucked your ex, where did it happen?”

“He’d just lay on the bed and I’d do it.”

“Okay, so here’s what we’ll do.” I grabbed hold of Desiree’s finger that had never stopped teasing my arm, and she immediately responded by interlocking with my fingers.

“You’ll kneel on the bed in front of me, I’ll stand up, and we’ll practice our new phrases and vocabulary in a sexy new position. No one will ever say you aren’t sexy again. Is that what you want?”

Desiree nodded and did as she was told, kneeling on the bed, her knees close together and her feet primly crossed beneath her butt. I could see all the action in a large mirror over her dresser, directly across from the bed. The placement of the mirror was perfect to view the action on the bed.

“I’ll stand up and begin…” and as I said the words, I began to lose my balance in the soft mattress and fall backwards.

“Whoops!” Desiree grabbed for the backs of my legs, allowing herself a good feel while I regained myself. She pulled me close, then scooted herself forward so that her knees were only two inches from my feet. She looked up at me and smiled. Her mouth was level with my crotch, and when she looked straight ahead, a well-pitched tent of black athletic shorts was just inches from her pouty lips. I knew she wasn’t embarrassed because she ran her hands up my calves and the backs of my legs, perhaps daring the tent to pitch even further out.

“You love to suck cock, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“So say it.”

“I love to suck cock,” and she said it smiling.

But you haven’t done it that much.”

“Not much.”

“So tell me what you want now.”

“Oh no, Peter, I cannot say it.”

I grabbed Desiree’s head with both my hands and pressed her cute Asian nose into the obvious outline of my rock-hard dick.

“Say it!”

“Uhhhhhhh, I want the cock in my mouth…now.”

I could smell her excitement mix with her strawberry hair fragrance. The result was a perfume that was irresistible.

“But I want you to put your hands behind your back, and when I think you’re sincere about sucking my cock, I may let you suck it. I may even fuck your mouth if you ask for it the right way.”

Desiree paused. “Please let me suck the cock.”

“You want my hot, hard cock in your filipina mouth. You have to say it.”

“I want it. I really want your cock.”

“Your hands aren’t behind your back. Are you going to be my bitch?”

“Yes, whatever you say.” Desiree put her hands behind her back, and this naturally pushed her breasts out against her t-shirt.

“Say, ‘I’ll be your filipina bitch.’”

“Omigod, Peter, I can feel that power now.”

“Say the words.”

“Peter, I’m your filipina bitch.”

“What else?”

“You see these lips. These lips were made to suck your cock. Please take your cock and put it into my mouth.”

“If you want me to fuck that nasty filipina mouth, you have to let your hair down so I know you’re ready to get wild.”

As excited as she was, Desiree took her time reaching upward and removing her scrungee. Her chestnut hair fell straight down her back, nearly to her waist. She shook it out and that strawberry fragrance wafted upwards.

I was beginning to wonder how far this dirty talking would go, when Desiree reached up to the waistband of my shorts with both hands and yanked downwards. My Jockey athletic “sling” couldn’t conceal my entire hard-on, but Desiree was still pulling my shorts down my legs. I lifted my feet and Desiree slid the shorts off. Now I waited for Desiree to look up again to see my achingly hard cock rising up and out of my tight, white Jockeys.

What she did was put her hands behind her back again so we could resume our game.

“Do you see something you’d like in your mouth?”

“Ooooooh, yes, Peter, I’m waiting. Don’t tease me so.”

“Let’s see your tits.”

Desiree crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt off in one smooth gesture. Her perky tits didn’t need a bra and she wasn’t wearing one.

“Do you like these tits?” she added, clearly getting the point of our dialog.

“Desiree, it would be so hot if you were kneeling in front of me with nothing on but a thong and a smile on your face.”

“If I take off these socks and my shorts, I want you to take your cock out and play with it.”

“You want me to jerk my cock for you?”

Desiree answered by rolling off the bed to strip off her socks, then her shorts. Under those blue velour shorts was a black thong. Her flawless olive skin was only interrupted by that tiniest piece of black butt floss.

“Crawl back on the bed and kneel in front of me, you hot filipina bitch.”

“Let me see your cock. I want it NOW,” and the “now” sounded more like a cat yowling in heat.

I stripped off my Jockey sling and licked my hand for lubrication. I gently rolled the tip of my cut cock with my saliva-lubricated palm. I was already oozing precum.

Desiree crawled back on the bed, this time more than a foot away from me, giving her a greater chance to arch her back. To steady herself, she rested her hands on my thighs, gently scratching my quadriceps for more tease value.

“Show me where you want my cock.”

Desiree removed one hand from my thigh and gestured into her mouth with her index finger.

With my right hand wrapped around my rock-hard meat, I placed my left hand on Desiree’s head. Her mouth opened and I slipped my tip inside her mouth. She sucked greedily, her cheeks dimpling. She pulled her head off.

“More, fuck my mouth MORE!”

This time I grabbed two handfuls of hair and plunged my cock in as far as her throat would allow it. I was surprised that there wasn’t any gagging, and what’s better, with most of my dick in her mouth, Desiree looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes.

I pulled back and my dick popped out of her mouth.

“Don’t stop. I want more.”

“More what?”

“More COCK!” she begged.

“I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and jerk it in your mouth you sexy little bitch. But tell me more how much you want it. That’s so sexy.”

“Please, Peter, fuck your bitch’s mouth. I jerk you in my mouth.”

Desiree reached up and wrapped her hand around my cock for the first time.

“Make a mess, Desiree.”

Some girls have good cock sense. They know when to suck and when to stroke. Desiree was a great natural talent. Whatever part of her mouth wasn’t hoovering my slick shaft, her hand was stroking back and forth in perfect time with her head bobbing. Her head came forward and her hand went to the base of my shaft. Her head went back and her hand slid forward, perfect pressure all the way. At one point, she brought her other hand up and started fondling my balls. Fondling became light scratching. She reached past my balls and tickled my perineum.

“You don’t think I’m a slut or something. Please believe me I’ve never done anything like that before. Have you?”

“Baby you were fantastic, that was one of the problems I had with Ann, she was very straight and never wanted to participate in a threesome, other than with Brad. I was friends with Brad before the affair and it never felt right making love to his wife with his husband present.”

“You were friends with Brad, and had a three some with his wife?”

“Yes, it was actually his idea. really it was great for a while. Then I kind of fell for Ann. Ann professed her love for me, but kept seeing Brad on the side. Then one night I came home and found the two of them in my bed. That’s when I decided to call it quits. The company had an opening down here and I took it.”

“Wow, I didn’t know any of this, Brad never mentioned it. Brad a swinger I just can’t picture it, although he is a little strange.”

“Ann really liked threesomes with Brad and I wanted to try something different, like we did last night.”

“Drew honestly I don’t know if I could share you with another woman. I think I would be very jealous if I even saw you kissing another woman. Last night Lety didn’t do anything with you. That made it a little different”

“Well what about a threesome with another man. Come on, you have never fantasized about having sex with two men at once?”

“Not really, I mean I never thought something like that could really happen. You mean it wouldn’t make you jealous?”

“No I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure of myself. Although I did feel a little intimidated by that guy Brad.” Drew had cast the bait and waited for Barb to take it.

“Why Brad, because of his education?”

Drew indicated with his hands Brad’s cock size.

“Your kidding, he’s as big as you.”

“Not quite as long, but lots thicker. The old guy knows how to use it too.”

“I wondered how Brad had ended up with Ann, she’s so much younger. What was it like?” Barb’s curiosity was peeking.

“I will say this, I really liked Ann. Before I met Ann I’d never been involved in a threesome. I loved her willingness to try new things, Ann showed me many things and for that I will always be grateful. I’m sure if she hadn’t been so in love with Brad we would still be together.”

Barb was surprised by Drew’s admissions. Barb had thought that it was Drew who had been the protagonist in the relationship with Ann. Now that she heard the other side of the story she was even more confused. Brad had made it sound like Drew was at fault. “Do you think Brad put Ann up to this?”

“Yes, though I think she used both of us.”

“Wow, and you liked her.”

“Hey, I still like her, in fact I still love her in a way. I’m sure Brad does too, she was an incredible woman.”

“Even after all you went through you still care for her.”

“Let’s just say I miss the excitement. Having sex with more than one partner is addicting. Let me explain.”

Drew had been stroking Barb’s thigh and as he explained he let his fingers drift down to her slit. “We both kind of kissed and touched Ann at the same time. I was sucking on her nipples like this while Brad was eating her pussy.” Biting down on one of Barb’s nipple’s he began rubbing her clit.

Barb closed her eyes’ fantasying what it would be like to have two men work on her body at once. While she didn’t think about Brad specifically, her dream lovers were both well endowed. Barb’s train of though was interrupted as Drew withdrew his finger and inserted it her ass.

“Imagine what it’s like to have two men at once,” Drew said as he rolled over on her and slid his cock into her wet pussy. ” Ann took us both like this.”

Breathless Barb sucked for air. “You mean he put it in, back there.”

Drew worked his second finger deep into her anus. Barb was learning to relax, the two fingers slid easily in and out of her previously tight ass. Drew thought things were progressing nicely. Pressing his fingers hard against his cock he got Barb to whimper with pleasure. “I bet you’d like some one to fuck you there wouldn’t you?”

“It would hurt wouldn’t it?”

Drew removed his cock, and in one quick motion placed the head of his ebony shaft against Barb’s anus. Coated with lubricant from Barb’s pussy and pre-cum Drew’s cock pushed it’s way past Barb’s sphincter muscles.

Barb was about to protest then relaxed as she felt the first two inches of Drew’s cock enter her ass. “Slow, go slow, I’ve never done this before Drew.”

Drew looked down on Barb’s face, her eye’s wide conveying the same message. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll go slow and I’ll stop if you want me to.” Drew slowly moved his throbbing cock in and out of Barb’s ass. With each stroke her muscles relaxed. With each stroke, his cock penetrated deeper into her anal cannel. “Do you like it?”

Barb was biting her lip and nodded yes. For Barb the feeling was exquisite. With each stroke she relaxed more, with each stroke she wanted Drew’s cock deeper. Looking at the coupling she couldn’t actually see the penetration, but knew Drew’s cock was only half way in. The feeling was so different than making love, for Barb the difference was good. Barb pulled Drew to her forcefully, impaling herself on Drew’s massive hard on.

Barb’s signal of complete surrender only served to encourage Drew.” You like me fucking you in the ass don’t you?”

“Yes.” Barb felt Drew push his cock all the way up into her bowels, causing an intense orgasm at once. “Oh god Drew, yes oh please.” Barb was beyond words as she moaned incoherently.

“You like it in the ass, don,t you. See, I think you’d like two cocks at once you want to cocks, don’t you, then fuck your pussy for me Barb. Go on and put your finger in your cunt so I can watch you fuck yourself.”

Barb didn’t hesitate, immediately she drove two fingers into her cunt.

“Now press it up against my cock, feel that?”

Barb’s eye’s seemed to glass over as she stared up at Drew and nodded yes. Then Barb shuddered as her body was racked again by a powerful orgasm. “Cuming again Drew , I want you to cum now, cum in my ass now. Fuck me harder and cum, cum baby, cum.”

Barb’s was very loose now, and Drew was gliding in and out of her ass. Drew cum began to boil up from his balls and explored deep in Barb’s bowel’s. “Dam woman you are one incredible fuck,” Drew moaned in ecstasy.

Barb couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. The blast of hot cum had left her in the throws of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Drew ’s cock was still deep in her body, and felt huge, but after he finished cuming he with drew his cock . Slowly but surely Barb regained her composure. Cum leaked from her wide open anus and puddled on the bed. Drew returned from the bathroom and handed her a warm towel.

“So you think your ready for a threesome Barb?”

“Drew you must be kidding, I can hardly handle you. You don’t realize in the last few days you turned my world upside down. I’m married and already all I can do is think of you. This is so crazy, so wrong. It’s just that I’ve never met anyone like you. Your so open, so uninhibited, I’ve never met anyone like you. We feel so right together, I’m confused.”

Drew knew right then, Barb was his to do with as he wished. “Barb look at me, there’s nothing wrong with us. I feel just as strongly about you. We were met to be together, Face it your husband doesn’t do it for you. Sure you love him, I don’t expect you to stop, but we are met to be together.I want you to spend the night again and this weekend.

“Drew please that’s impossible, don’t make me choose.”

“Make an excuse, work, or you need some space. we can buy what ever you need. I want you to stay with me.”

“I’ll see what I can do, no promises, okay. Now be quiet while I make the call.”

Barb called me that morning and told me that she had so much work that she would have to spend the remainder of the week and probably the weekend.

“What are you going to do for cloth’s” I asked.

“I’ll probably drive home at lunch and pick up some things for the rest of the week.”

I was pissed. My wife it seemed, was working day and night. “Barb you need to quit your job, this is bull shit. We hardly see each other as it is and now with you out of town, it’s fucked.”

“Look Steve, I’m not quitting my job, it’s only for a little while, okay.”

“Alright I’ll go over there and spend the weekend with you.”

“No that’s out of the question, I’ll be working all the time and I won’t have time to see you.”

“Great, well have a good fucking weekend, call me when you have some time for your husband.” Furious I hung up on Barb. I stormed off to work, not sure what I would do next.

Barb was visibly shaken after the call and Drew knew it. “I know it was hard Babe but you did the right thing. Then pulling Barb over to him Drew enveloped her with his strong arms. “You won’t regret your decision.”

Barb called me at work several times that day, but I refused to take her calls. I was angry and wanted to make a point. Unfortunately, all I managed to do was alienate my wife further.

That night Drew took Barb to a romantic dinner. Barb was completely infatuated with her new lover. Everything about Drew excited her. After dinner Drew took Barb straight home were they had torrid sex in every imaginable position. All the while the camera recorded their every move.

I was still upset the next day but called Barb anyway, around mid-morning. Rosie her assistant said she hadn’t come in yet, which surprised me. Late that Friday afternoon I finally reached Barb and asked when she was coming home. Barb told me that she decided to spend the weekend to catch up. Again I suggested joining her. This time Barb was very short with me.

“Steve I told you no before. Frankly, I feel like we need some time away from each other.”

“Barb what the fuck are you talking about, we haven’t seen each other three whole days in the last month. Now what is going on with you?”

“Look I really have a lot of work to finish and I can’t talk. I’ll see you Sunday night.”

Just like that she hung up. Man I couldn’t see straight so as soon as i finished work I drove to Barb’s work. It was after seven when I arriver and Barb was already gone. I called her cell phone, but only got voice mail. Then I drove over to the apartment were she was staying, but Barb wasn’t there. Finally exhausting all avenues, I called Brad.

“Doc this is Steve, I’m trying to reach Barb do you know were she is?”

“No steve I don’t, were are you. I’m outside the apartment and I can’t seem to raise Barb on her cell.”

“Give me your number and let me see what I can do and Ill call you back.”

Brad called Drew. Drew and Barb were at his place, Barb was in the shower.

“What ever you do don’t go by her place Drew. I’ll call him with a story. In the mean time were still on for tomorrow night. Have fun at the lake, I’ll take care of hubby.”

Having been filled in By drew on my phone calls with Barb, Brad called me back. “Steve what’s going on with you two, Barb’s really upset.”

“What, were is she Brad?”

“If I knew I’d tell you, but she would say. All she said was that she was sick and tired of you calling all the time. that she needed some time to herself, and that you wouldn’t leave her alone.”

“Brad that doesn’t sound like Barb, you sure you don’t know were she’s at.”

“Steve men never get it, Barb’s been complaining to me for some time about the relationship. Please don’t be upset with me but we have become close friends and well she has confided certain things with me.”

“Like what Brad?” I was getting irritated now.

“From the tone of your voice, I don’t think I should say.”

“It’s alright tell me.”

“Barb told me there’s no fire works at home if you get what I mean.”

Brad’s remark was like some one punching me in the stomach. I couldn’t speak.

“Steve you there?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry to have to tell you that. Maybe you can use that information to fix things. One thing for sure, go home. Don’t call don’t do anything. On Monday everything will be okay, Barb will call and I’m sure you will work things out. Now go home.”

Bewildered and hurt I drove home. I had called Barb lot, but to the point of nuisance. The sex thing was even worse. How could I have been so stupid. By the time I got home I was filled with self doubt. I promised myself that I wouldn’t call Barb, that I would wait till Monday and give Barb her space.

Getting out of the shower Barb toweled herself off before the mirror. Dying her breasts she noted that her areolas were darker and breasts were a little sore. Barb’s period was like clock work and by her calculations she would begin on Sunday, Monday at the latest. What would she do if she were pregnant, what if Drew was the dad. Well that was the reason for the weekend wasn’t it, Barb thought as she finished drying off.

“Hey what are you thinking about, girl?” Drew had walked in behind Barb and enveloped her body with his arms. Then as if admiring his handy work cupped Barb’s breast’s at the same time tweaking her nipple’s. Placing his face next to her’s he Drew said. “Baby you have some fine boob’s you know that.”

Barb winced a little, her breast’s were more tender than usual. Still the contrast of his black hands against her’s was intoxicating. Closing her eye’s she let Drew carry her off to bed were they made love again and again.

The next day Drew took Barb out on a lake in the Texas hill country. It was a perfect fall day about 84 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. Drew’s friend Jimmie owned the boat. Jimmie was black but his girl friend Jan was white. The couple’s hit it off immediately. Tooling around the lake the Girls put blankets down on the bow and caught some rays. Drew kept the girls cups full of margarita’s and by late afternoon everyone was buzzed.

Barb was having a wonderful day, glad not to be working. Drew was attentive and very affectionate. More and more she was drawn to Drew. Watching Drew move across the boat she could hardly take her eye’s off him.

“Honey, you’ve got it bad and I don’t blame you, he’s a hunk. If I weren’t involved with Jimmie you’d have some serious competition on your hands.”

“I do like him a lot. How long have you know Drew, Jan?”

“A couple of years, at least, ever since I started dating Jimmie.”

“Did you know Ann?”

“Who’s Ann.”

“Ann Greenburg, blonde, thin, our age.”

“No Barb, I knew a girl by the name Ann Jeffers that fits that description. Drew dated her for a while. She was married and had a couple of kids. Things got nasty, her husband found out, took her kids. Poor Ann she was devastated about the kids, Drew stopped seeing her about a month ago.”

“The Ann I’m talking about doesn’t have kids.”

“Then I haven’t met her. You work at the hospital, right. Well Ann Jeffers is a nurse there, works the night shift.”

Just then Jimmie walked up with a fresh batch of drinks. “You girl’s are talking to much, how about a fresh round and Jan no tops allowed in Hippie Hollow. Jan didn’t hesitate removing her top. Barb looked over at Drew, her conversation with Jan barely sinking in.

“What are you waiting for, take the top off.”

Barb figured why not. Removing her top, she turned to face the two men. The two men looked her over appreciatively. So did the college boys in the boat anchored a short distance from their’s. Barb felt a tingling between her legs, Barb enjoyed her new found emancipation. Lying back down Barb made a mental note to check Ann Jeffers personnel file on Monday.

The rest of the day was glorious. Drew and Jimmie kept the drinks coming all afternoon. Jimmie spent every minute he could flirting with Barb. Barb liked the attention and had it not been for her feeling’s for Drew might have taken Jimmie up on his offer for dinner sometime. By the time they let the boat Barb was quite drunk.

Returning to Drew’s home, Barb jumped in the shower to wash off the suntan lotion. Drew joined her with a couple of glasses of wine.

“I want you to shave everything baby. I have a special surprise for you.”

“Like what,” Barb said in a husky voice as she soaped Drew’s balls.

“You’ll see it’s something we talked about.” Drew felt his cock start to grow as Barb’s soaping had it’s effect. “Girl you better stop that, if you want your surprise.”

Barb had an impish look on her face. The whole day had been wonderful and now she wanted sex with her lover. “I think we better hurry with the surprise then, cause I don’t think I can wait.” Barb then dropped to her knees’s and took Drew’s black snake into her mouth.

Drew stared down at Barb as she worked his cock into her mouth with both hands. Again she gave him the impish look as she swirled her tongue over the slit of his cock. “Enough lets go to bed before I cum right here.” Lifting Barb to her feet, Drew took a towel and tenderly dried Barb off.

“This better be a good surprise, cause I was real happy doing what I was doing in the shower.”

“You mean sucking my cock.”

“Yes.”

“You won’t be disappointed.” Drew had already prepared the bedroom and led Barb there.

There was only one small candle burning and the room was very dark. Drew led Barb to the bed and pulled her down on to it.

“Drew why is it so dark in here I can hardly see.”

“It’s okay, that part of the surprise.” Drew gave Barb a passionate kiss. Barb’s nipple’s were hard as Drew gently tugged on them. Then Drew let his hand drift down between Barb’s legs. Drew felt Barb voluntarily spread her legs to give him better access to her pussy. It took Drew moments before he had Barb cuming all over his fingers. Then rolling over on top of Barb he let her guide his cock to her sopping cunt. Drew then gradually began a slow fuck . Once fully impaled in Barb he rolled Barb over on top of him.

Barb was in heaven, Drew’s cock fit perfectly. Nothing had ever filled her up like Drew’s cock. Racked by a strong orgasm Barb never saw the figure rise from the chair in the dark corned of the room.

Brad Greenburg had been watching from the beginning. Now his fat thick cock stood out perpendicular to his body. Brad had coated his cock with KY jell and had been stroking it as the two lovers fucked. Barb was a hot little piece and he was going to enjoy fucking her.

At first Barb though it was Drew’s finger working the bud of her tight little anus. The finger had slipped in easily and quickly brought her pleasure. Then Drew pulled her down tightly on top of him and kissed her. That’s when Barb felt the heavy weight of another body on the bed.

Breaking the kiss Barb stammered,” Drew who that?.

“Shhhhh, baby it’s your surprise.” Then forcefully, Drew kissed Barb again.

Barb knew what was happening but didn’t care. At first she thought it might be Jimmie, after all he had flirted with her so much. Who ever it was was expert with his touch. The man had worked two fingers into her ass, then a third. Barb had an incredible orgasm. When the man removed his finger’s Barb cried out, ‘Don’t stop that feel’s so good keep fucking my ass.” Barb turned to look back but couldn’t see the man’s face. He was white though.

Greenburg then moved behind Barb and placed his cock at the entrance of her ass. Stretched Barb’s anus offered little resistance to the fat cock head. Thicker than Drew’s cock Brad slowly worked it all the way in until his Balls were actually rubbing on Drew’s cock with each stroke.

Barb felt as if she would burst, Drew’s cock was wedged tightly against her cervix and her cunt lips were stretched to the limit. At the same time the stranger was making grunting sounds as he pummeled her ass with an extremely thick cock. Barb felt the man reach around from behind and grab her tits roughly. Then the man began squeezing and pulling on her tits hard. Barb felt as if the rough treatment should hurt instead she found extremely stimulating.