Future of Porn

Part 1 – The Trespass

It was a smoldering summer morning, normal for Phoenix, when I chose to climb the wooden, six-foot-tall fence separating our backyard from our neighbor’s, to retrieve the basketball that had inadvertently bounced into their yard the previous day. I absolutely hated going over to a neighbor’s house, knocking on the door, and requesting something I’d lost in their yard. Looking back, I have no idea why I felt that way. When I was eighteen it just seemed infinitely easier to climb the fence, toss the ball back over, and return the same way.

Even though we’d lived next to these particular neighbors for over five years, all I knew about them was that they were a family of four. Two absolutely stunning young daughters lived next door to us with their mother and father. I had never seen either of the girls at my school, but that was no surprise, since I went to a high school about 20 miles away, and most of the teenagers in the area went to the high school two miles south of the neighborhood. I caught only infrequent glimpses of the girls in their comings and goings, but that was enough to know that their father would be graying early, trying to keep the boys at bay. The older of the two appeared to be around twenty. She had thick dark brown hair that poured over her shoulders like a cascading waterfall that stopped about six inches past her shoulder blades. She always wore clothes that showcased her slender long legs and shapely ass and breasts, and they usually exposed as much tanned skin as was decent, including her flat tummy and concave belly button. Her sister was probably about two years younger. She shared her sister’s shape, but was a few inches shorter, and looked a little more athletic. Her shimmering long platinum blonde hair reached for her heart shaped ass, and was almost always tied into a pony tail, which directed the watcher’s eyes to her muscular sprinter’s legs. Her wardrobe leaned more towards comfortable athletic wear, and less towards sexy exhibitionism like her sister. She rarely exposed her midriff, although I was sure it was not due to any flaws in her abs. The skin she did expose was slightly darker than her sister’s and looked smooth as silk.

In other words they were unapproachable. They were so beautiful, that barring an act of God, there was no way I would have ever gotten up enough guts to talk to either of them, much less ask one of them out. I’d spent many evenings lying in bed, fantasizing about both girls throughout my teenage years.

And now I was in their back yard. I spotted the basketball only about twenty strides away, but I’d have to pass four windows in order to get to it. It was 8:00AM, so I was reasonably sure that both parents were off to work, and if these girls were like most young people in their late teens and early twenties, on their second week of summer vacation, they were still sleeping. Nevertheless I peeked into the first window carefully, looking for any motion. It was a deserted kitchen. The next window was an arcadia door leading into a dining area. Void of life as well. As I squatted under the next window, I noticed the tightly closed curtains, and appreciated the fact that no one would be able to see out. My feeling of safety was short lived though. I could see through the last window clearly. No one was in this room either. With the many posters of macho 80’s rock stars on the wall, it was obviously a bedroom for one of the girls. The bedroom door was open, so if she had just gotten up and decided to get some breakfast, I could be in trouble. I grabbed the basketball, and headed back the way I’d come. Before I got passed the bedroom window though I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and hit the deck. I crawled until I was under the next window, and paused. I got up and thanked my maker that the curtains of this window were still secured. I figured I’d better make sure that whichever girl was awake, was where I thought she was before I crossed in front of the other windows. I crept up to her window and glanced around the corner. The older sister was laying face down, on her bed watching a television, which sat on the dresser beside her bed, opposite the window. I have no idea what she was watching, since my eyes were fixated on her legs. Her delicate toes floated up and down as she bent her knees and brought her feet up into the air, and than back down again. It was like she was dancing while lying down. My gaze continued past her ankles, up her firm calves, and then to her lean thighs, where they disappeared into a thin cotton nightshirt, but not before exposing just a hint of her curvy ass cheeks. I was mesmerized…then she moved. I peeled myself away from her window, and pushed my back against the wall between her window and the next. I tossed the ball into my yard, figuring I’d better get rid of it, and stood against the wall for a minute, waiting for my heart to slow down.

I decided to take one brief look, just to make sure she was still in her room, then I’d follow the basketball over the fence as quickly as I could. I edged towards her window again, and peered in. The dark haired angel was no longer on her bed. I quietly moved past the curtained window and took a peek through the arcadia door. There she was, sitting at the table reading the newspaper and eating some toast. Although she appeared to be engrossed by the article she was reading, there would be no way I could make it past the arcadia door without her seeing me. My only option was to wait her out.

About fifteen minutes had passed before I heard something to my right. I moved stealthily towards that window, and watched, not breathing, while the younger sister parted her curtains, and opened the window. I knew I was in deep shit at that point. If I moved, either the blonde would hear me, or the brunette would see me. I took another look through the arcadia door, and saw the gorgeous profile of the older sister still there, eating her Wheaties. I appeared to be stuck between the blonde’s window and the arcadia door.

I let my breath go, and tried to calm myself. I have no idea how much time passed, but when I felt sufficiently calm, I eased towards the blonde’s window and glimpsed inside. She was standing in front of a mirror in a bathroom that apparently connected both girls’ bedrooms. She was brushing her teeth, wearing a pair of shiny black satin panties and a tight white cotton tank-top with her taut nipples trying to break through the fabric. I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to see me in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, so I reluctantly pressed my back against the wall again, realizing that I now had an extremely uncomfortable erection pressing against my blue jeans.

Then I heard the shower turn on. I looked through the blonde’s window again and saw that the door to her bedroom was still closed, and the door to the adjoining bathroom was still wide open. From my angle, I couldn’t see anything in the bathroom except an increasingly foggy vanity, but my imagination was running wild. I couldn’t get the image of tiny streams of water running down the blonde’s curved breasts, flat belly, and well-toned thighs, out of my mind.

I glanced through the arcadia door. The brunette was still there. I still couldn’t return to my yard. I kept looking back at the open window. It would only take 20 seconds to open the window enough for me to enter her room. Maybe an additional 30 or 40 seconds to get a good look at the blonde in the shower. Then I could make a rapid exit. I knew it was crazy, but my penis started doing the thinking for me, and I opened the window enough to crawl in. Surprisingly, it moved noiselessly. I hesitated for another few beats, than scuttled in. I looked over the room as I crept silently toward the bathroom door. It too, had posters of rock stars all over the walls, though it was a great deal messier than her sister’s room. She had clothes scattered all over the floor, and there were some books piled on some shelves with trophies being used as bookends. I didn’t take the time to read the inscriptions, but based on the statuettes they were for softball and volleyball. I reached the door for my first good look at the luscious blonde, when the water stopped. Either this girl took really quick showers, or I had spent more time outside pondering my options than I’d thought. For what seemed like hours, but must have only been a split second, I just stood there trying to decide what to do.

I made my way quickly and quietly toward the window, but surprised myself with my own audacity when I moved the window back to it’s original location, and entered the walk-in closet. I kept wondering what had motivated me to be so bold (or stupid), while I pushed my way through her clothes and hid behind some long dresses. I still do not know why I did what I did, but to this day I never second guess my instincts.

Part 2 - Discoveries

I could hear the blonde moving around in her bedroom, but couldn’t see anything. Finally I saw her enter the closet wearing a gray sports bra, and a pair of shorts. She grabbed a T-shirt off a hanger without even a glance in my direction and pushed the closet door closed. I was in pitch black, and my heart was pumping a billion times a second.

For an indefinite, but excruciatingly long amount of time, my heart raced and my hard-on throbbed. Finally, when my heart returned to it’s normal beat, and my dick to it’s normal state, I moved away from my hiding place and surveyed my situation. The closet door wasn’t actually all the way closed, as I’d originally thought. It was ajar just enough that I could see a slice of light coming into the closet. I carefully moved to the brightness and peered through. I could see that the bedroom door was now open, and I felt it was a safe assumption that the blonde had left the room. With the bedroom door open though, and not knowing where either of the girls were, making a move for the window would have been a risky action. I turned around to pace, as I thought about what I should do next, when I noticed a pin prick of light piercing the darkness from behind the dresses. I hadn’t noticed it before, probably because I’d been standing in front of it. I walked towards the light, tripping over some shoes strewn across the floor, and made my way behind the dresses again. I looked through the tiny hole, and was astonished to have a clear view into the brunette’s room. I didn’t know what to think about this turn of events. I was about ready to turn away from the spy hole when the brunette walked in arguing with the blonde about which one of them would get to drive to the mall. “Come on Tiff’, I don’t ever get to drive the Mustang,” the blonde complained.

“OK, but you’re buying lunch,” the brunette replied.

The blonde left and Tiff’ began to get undressed. She removed her nightshirt and unknowingly revealed her wonderful fleshy softball sized breasts to my hungry eyes. They were just as tan as the rest of her skin, and were topped by tiny dark red areola about a half inch in diameter. As Tiff’ entered the bathroom, I heard a noise in the blonde’s room. I turned, facing the closet door, and waited with baited breath, afraid I was about to get caught, but apparently she’d found what she’d come for and left the room already. I heard the shower start, but looked back through the hole anyway, unable to rationalize my action, since I didn’t really expect to see anything. Not more than 30 seconds after Tiffany entered the shower, though, the blonde walked into my view. She was carrying what appeared to be a small, bullet-shaped chrome vibrator.

I watched with keen interest as the blonde removed one of the bottom drawers from the waist high dresser, revealing the empty space between the drawer and the floor. She quickly and carefully placed the vibrator in the makeshift cubbyhole, and then replaced the drawer. She briefly checked to make sure she’d left no evidence of her presence, and left. My curiosity was now on overload with my hormones.

Another few minutes passed, and I spied the brunette walk into the bedroom wearing one towel, and using another to dry her hair. I watched intently as she dried and combed her dark mane and suppressed a gasp when she finally removed her towel. I stared at her fantastic heart shaped ass, observing her lack of tan lines, as she slid on a pair of red thong panties. She followed the scarlet thongs with a matching lacy bra, a black miniskirt, and a loose fitting burgundy half-shirt.

It wasn’t long after that, that I heard her call the blonde’s name, “Kelly,” and they headed out the door. I waited for a good five minutes before I gathered the courage to leave the safety of the dark closet. I did a quick reconnaissance of the house, and established that I was indeed alone, and then went to Tiffany’s dresser and pulled the drawer out. Underneath the drawer was the gleaming vibrator that I’d witnessed Kelly hide. In addition to the vibrator were a few magazines, and several Polaroids. The magazines were an assortment of PlayGirl and some porn magazines with men fucking women in a variety of orifices, and positions. The Polaroids were another story. They were mostly of naked teenage boys lying on Tiffany’s bed. Some were of the boys in other parts of the house, and a few were of Tiffany herself, obviously taken by the boys. The ones of Tiffany didn’t do her justice, but they had me instantly hard again. This was the first time I’d seen her pussy. It was totally smooth. Not a hair in sight. One picture even showed her well-manicured gold-painted fingernails spreading her smooth lips for the willing camera. I didn’t know how long I had knelt there staring at the photos of Tiffany, stroking my manhood through my jeans. I also didn’t know how long the girls would be gone, but I was convinced I didn’t have enough time to find and enjoy the virtual treasure trove of erotica, that I was sure to find if I searched the house.

I put everything back where I’d found it, and did a cursory search of Tiffany’s bedroom. I’d figured she’d hide anything worth hiding in the same place, so I wasn’t as thorough in her room as I was in Kelly’s. In Kelly’s room, underneath a drawer of a similar dresser I’d found only two items – An unmarked VHS videotape, and a pinhole camera with a long rolled up cable. I placed the video in Kelly’s VCR, careful to note the counter, so I’d know where to rewind it to, and pushed play.

It was astonishing. It was video of Tiffany facing the peephole, sheer pleasure all over her beautiful face, on top of some guy. She was bouncing up and down on his shaft pinching her own nipples. Her smooth pussy lips glided up and down his condom-covered cock. There was no sound, but it was clear when Tiffany began to cum. She threw back her head and bucked even harder than before. After another few minutes the guy was exploding into his latex sheath and Tiffany laid on top of the guy to rest. After a moment of blank tape an image of Tiffany and a different guy appeared. This started with Tiffany going down on the guy, her ample dark mane pouring over his thighs, and then followed up with another session of heart pounding, dick hardening sex, which would have steamed up the lens of the camera if it had been any closer.

I knew I didn’t have time to watch the entire video, so I rewound it to the proper location and put everything back the way I’d found it. I looked over the rest of the house and found their Parents’ collection of vibrators, dildos, and porno movies in a locked cabinet, in their bedroom (finding the key was actually quite easy). I also booted up the family’s computer. I didn’t find anything remotely tantalizing on the computer, but I quite easily determined each family member’s email address, wrote them down, and stuffed the paper in my pocket. A plan was slowly forming in my overloaded brain.

I was just turning the computer off when I heard the powerful Mustang engine pull into the driveway. I speedily returned everything back to normal and ran to Kelly’s bedroom. I left her room the same way I’d entered it and jumped the fence between our yards without being noticed. When I sat down in front of my computer, I was out of breath, but anxiously awaiting my modem to dial.

Part 3 – Acquisition

The internet seemed particularly slow that day. However, I finally got connected and composed my words as carefully as possible. After about six times of erasing and retyping my thoughts, I finally wrote:

“Hello Kelly. You don’t know who I am. You’ve never met me, and you’ve never spoken to me, so trying to find out, would be pointless.

I would like to have a copy of the videotape that you have stashed under your dresser. Please make a copy of the video and reply to this email to let me know when your next trip to the mall will take place. I will let you know how to get the tape to me then.

By the way, I hope you’re being careful when you borrow Tiffany’s vibrator. I’d hate for your sister to find out that you’ve been using her little chrome plaything while you watch her on amateur porn videos you’ve been making of her and her young studs.

Your Captivated Spectator.”

Amazingly Kelly, replied that afternoon. With no questions asked, she said she’d be at the mall by 10:00 AM the next morning. I knew the mall well, so I was able to email her back with instructions to stand next to a specific payphone in the food court, and await my call at precisely 11:00AM.

It was more than a little difficult getting to sleep that night. I fantasized about one girl, then the other, then both of them together. I’d never jacked-off so much before. I must have cum five times. However, I had so much adrenaline pumping through my veins that at 7:00AM I was wide awake when my alarm clock went off. I took a shower, dressed in sweat pants and a T-shirt, and got ready for that day’s adventures faster than I’d ever prepared for a school day.

I was waiting against the wall, between the girls’ bedroom windows by 7:45AM. I heard the curtains being drawn and the window opening at Kelly’s window at about 8:00. I watched her disappear into the bathroom wearing a similar outfit as the day before, only the tank-top was red, and the panties were pink. When the water started I was tempted to enter her bedroom again, but didn’t want to get cornered in the closet a second time, so I stayed where I was. When she emerged from the bathroom she was wearing a towel on her head, and was drying herself with another towel. Her ass was shaped much like her sister’s, but firmer. The same could be said about her breasts, which were topped with slightly larger delectable pale pink nipples. Unlike her sister though, Kelly’s tan lines were quite apparent. It was abundantly clear that Kelly usually wore a modest bikini when she was catching the sun’s rays, and Tiffany didn’t wear one at all. Kelly seemed to have a difficult time choosing her clothes on this particular morning. She must have changed clothes ten times. She’d gone from shorts and a T-shirt, to a dress (good thing I wasn’t hiding in the closet that time), to a miniskirt and polo shirt, and back again. She finally settled on satin white panties, a white tennis skirt, a white lace bra, and a pink blouse that buttoned up the front. I watched as the sisters ate breakfast together, and although I couldn’t hear them, it was apparent that Tiffany questioned the change in Kelly’s usual attire.

After eating breakfast Kelly entered her bedroom, removed the drawer from the dresser, and placed a videotape in her purse. She replaced the drawer, and looked into the mirror attempting to “fix” her lustrous golden hair, which already looked perfect. She started to leave, then stopped. She reached under the pleated skirt and swiftly removed her panties, tossing them on the bed. Then she spun around in front of a full-length mirror in a corner of her room, watching the skirt rise and show off her luscious ass, and trimmed blonde bush. She ran from the room, apparently afraid she’d change her mind. Just a few minutes passed when I heard the car start.

“What did you think of that Becky?” Mike said with little effort to hide his enthusiasm.

“I think we should go home,” was my response.

5. Home again.

“What the hell was that all about Mike?” I asked him after the front door closed behind us, breaking the silence that had existed since we left the theatre.

“What do you mean?” Mike asked. “Wasn’t that incredible what happened back there?”

“Incredible? You had me jerk a total stranger off, and some bimbo does the same to you? What’s incredible about that? Look at the front of your pants, for chrissakes!” I said as I waved at the wads of cum sprayed all over the front of him.

“C’mon Becky, don’t tell me that you didn’t get off on it,” Mike said in a more sure voice then he had a right to use. “What was the harm done?”

“We’re married for cryin’ out loud!” I informed him.

“I know that!” Mike answered. “Something like that helps to spice things up between a couple, don’t you think? It wasn’t like we were cheating on each other or anything. We were both right next to each other, enjoying each other getting off.”

“How do you figure that I got anything out of that?” I asked Mike.

“Tell me you didn’t find it exciting, watching that woman jack me off?” Mike asked, and he read my silence as agreement.

“See, I told you!” Mike exclaimed proudly. “What happened after I left? I saw that she sat next to you.”

“I don’t know,” I said as my emotions spilled out and I started sobbing.

“Just relax Becky,” Mike said as he ran his hand through my hair. “What did she say babe? Tell me.”

“She said that you were well hung, and wanted to get together with us again,” I blurted out. “She wanted to know if we swung!”

“What did you say babe?”

“I didn’t say anything Mike,” I said. “I didn’t know what the hell was going on!”

“What did she do?” Mike pressed on.

“She… grabbed my breast.” I said, knowing immediately after I opened my mouth that it was the wrong thing to admit.

“Mmmmm, that sounds so good,” MIke said. “Her husband said he was playing with your tits too. Did you like it? C’mon admit it, because he was crazy about you. I have their names and phone numbers, and he wants us to get together real soon. Did you play with her tits too? She looked like she had pretty big ones.”

“Mike, I don’t ever want to see those people again!” I said, and fell into his arms.

“Fine, fine,” Mike said, as he guided me to the bedroom. “It doesn’t have to be with them. We’ll find another couple that’s closer to our age, and you’ll like it a lot more.”

As we got to our bedroom and Mike began undressing me, I could feel by the pressing of his erection against my side that it was not going to be an early night. I asked him why there had to be anyone else, why we weren’t enough for each other, but he ignored my question.

“Tell me what went through your mind, Becky,” Mike said as he pulled my blouse over my head. “Tell me what it felt like when Daphne had your breast in her hand and was squeezing it. When she was making your nipples hard enough to cut glass, what were you feeling. When she was telling you what she wanted to do with you, what was your body saying Becky?. I want to know.”

Looking back.

Who in the world would sit next to a couple at random and start doing these things to each other? I suppose anything is possible, but the answer to our little adventure was that it was no happy coincidence, as I would soon discover.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Thank you for reading my story, and I welcome any and all comments.”

Just as she was about to pull on one of her black silk stockings, the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, Laura picked up the phone.

“Hi Rory, how”s it going?” “Oh, good, I”m almost ready too,” Laura added excitedly.

Though I was getting a one-sided conversation, I figured the two gals to be touching base about the upcoming events of the evening.

“Is he excited?” “Great, so I”ll see you guys in a half hour, right?” “Good, oh, one more thing,” I heard Laura say. “I”m still quite nervous, so while we are together tonight, I really need you and Steve to help me with ideas of how to talk to Mike about all of this. I love him so much and I worry terribly this will hurt him.”

Having heard Laura say all of those things made me love her all the more. I knew at that moment that we would be alright. My cock still ached to be relieved but I decided to try hard to hold off for now.

Laura sighed and leaned back in the chair as she hung up the phone. Moments later, she leaned down and finished pulling the shear black stocking up her right leg, smoothing it out as she did. The thigh high stocking accented her firm leg and Laura held it out straight with her toes pointed as she finished adjusting it just so. She continued the ritual with the stocking for the left leg. Once the stockings were on, she stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. I have to say, it definitely pays off for her to be so much into her aerobics.

Next, she put on a black garter, finishing by connecting the thin straps to the stockings. Ever so slowly, Laura reached her arms high above her head to stretch and enjoy a yawn. Her underarms looked like something I wanted to kiss and tickle, and as she stretched upward, her shapely breasts became a focus point for me.

I felt my eight-inch cock twitch as I looked at her perfect figure. After putting her shear black, lace bra on, she cupped and massaged herself briefly and my sweet wife smiled at herself in the mirror. I knew she was happy with her look and I certainly know I was happy with it. She rotated in a circle, looking over her shoulder at herself. I had another terrific view of her neatly shaved and trimmed pubic area. This was a real treat, something new to both of us. Her inner lips protruded just a bit, giving me dirty thoughts of how I wanted to nibble them. I saw myself enjoying running my tongue around her clit and with my lips, gently pulling on those inner lips. My mind jumped back to the present with the smell of my favorite perfume.

Laura lightly sprayed the scent on herself and walked to the dresser drawers. I was excited to see what she planned on wearing and I felt myself throb again as she stepped into her dark blue, cotton mini-skirt. Fastening and zipping it, she adjusted it and then put on a lovely white, short- sleeve blouse. Tucking the blouse into her skirt brought new life to her nipples as they pushed against her shear bra and cotton blouse. The blouse was low cut and showed a lot of the top part of her breasts as she left the top two buttons undone. Laura was stunning. Her skirt showed just the right amount of leg, ending about ten inches above her knees.

She turned sideways to the mirror, stood stiff and straight, locking her knees with her feet about 18 inches apart. Looking over her shoulder and cocking her head on a slant, she smiled a naughty grin. Damn I love how she can look sluttish when she wants to. What a turn on. I wished I could grab her by the neck, bend her over the vanity and shove my cock into her already wet cunt. Fuck if I wasn”t getting hornier by the minute.

The sight of her now, and the knowledge that she had plans of infidelity, had me just about as close to an orgasm as possible without any external stimulation. As warped as it may be, I was truly enjoying this whole newly discovered voyeur in me that was coming to life.

Laura sat back down, and looking so much like a slut, applied glossy natural color lipstick. She finished her make up with eye liner and then reached for a pair of four-inch, black high heel shoes. Laura then took a matching gold chain like her necklace and placed it around her right ankle. Finishing off with matching gold, diamond stud ear rings, my darling wife looked ready. Standing up, she gave herself a look and smiled. She kind of cocked her head to an angle and then walked to the dresser again. Pulling a small black thong panty out of the drawer, she held it up as if thinking about it. I noticed her take on a sly half smile and set the thong back into the drawer and close it. Her shoulders rose and fell in uneven movements as she took each nervous breath.

Laura looked absolutely breathtaking and I reveled in the fact that she was my wife. I loved her and I was grateful for her and I knew at that moment that I wanted so much for her to have a great time tonight.

I still sported a hard-on that was causing my balls to ache, but I was not too worried about it, just uncomfortable. I was more excited about what was to happen than anything else. I wondered if sweet Rory would be dressed as sexy. I had seen her in totally hot dresses before so I knew she certainly had the outfits. The only thing left to do now was to anticipate and wait. I had an idea of what might be going on but I was not sure. The only thing I knew was what I overheard and that was Steve and Rory would be coming over and that Steve was sure to like how the gals had trimmed and shaved their pubic areas.

My butt was getting a bit tired of sitting on the hard oak chair that I had placed in the closet, but it was sure to be worth it. I tried to relax, noticing the smell of clothing hanging all around me. Just about the same time I looked at my watch, I heard the door bell and Laura left the bedroom to go let Steve and Rory in.

Several minutes passed and I was not sure of what was happening. Laura and Rory entered the bedroom alone without Steve and I was once again floored by what I saw. Rory was decked out nearly the same as Laura. Rory wore a gray mini skirt with black silk stockings, much the same as Laura”s. Rory”s top was a very snug, thin fitting sleeveless pullover with a low cut front. She looked incredible as her 33c breasts showed in the low cut v-neck. She has the cutest smile with bright white teeth, fairly short dark brown hair that shows her ears very well. She wore ear rings that hung down about an inch like silver pearl drops. Her lips looked like something I would like to have wrapped around my hard cock, leaving a ring of lipstick.

I wondered where Steve was but only briefly. It became obvious that Rory wanted to talk to Laura alone for a few minutes.

Rory looked intently at Laura and asked, “So, Laura, are you still sure you want to go through with this?”

“I would be crazy to tell you I am anything but nervous, but it took a long time to come to the decision to do this and so I”m ready,” she assured Rory.

“Great, I love ya so much for it. I”ve wanted to live out this fantasy for so long now, and to do it with you, my best friend, I”m just so excited,” Rory said, beaming with a sparkle in her dark eyes. “I can tell you that Steve is so primed for this, too. He is so ready and turned on about taking on two of us at the same time, he can hardly stand it,” she added.

“Ohhhh, me too… I”m a bit nervous, but ohhh sooo excited…,” Laura whispered with a glint in her eyes. “Has Steve seen your hot little pussy yet?”

“No, not yet, it”ll be a big surprise for him when he does see it.”

“So, do you think he”ll like it enough to go down on you,” Laura quizzed?

“I”m not sure. I don”t want to get my hopes up too much and if he still doesn”t want to go down on me, it”s ok,” Rory hinted.

“Well, don”t worry sweetie, if we once get Mike involved with all of this, I know he”ll go down on ya. Mike loves oral sex and he is totally committed to it. We never get it on without me getting off with at least one orgasm. It”s not uncommon for me to enjoy multiple orgasms during our sexual games,” Laura said as if delivering a sales pitch.

Hearing Laura talk about me going down on her continued to stimulate my being horny, and my cock was trying to do a twitch dance in my pants. I noticed Rory”s nipples beginning to poke at her blouse a bit, too. She seemed to take it in as a hopeful dream. I had no idea that Steve didn”t like oral sex. I guess we had never talked about it before and I just assumed he would go down on Rory. Hell, given the chance, I know I would. If I can make it happen, I will.

The two hot gals looked so matched for each other right now. Over the last few minutes, listening to them talking, it became clear to me that Laura had not cheated on me yet. Obviously, it was about to happen for the first time and she was helping Steve and Rory to fulfill a fantasy by being part of a three-way action.

“Well, I guess this is it then,” Rory said, taking Laura by the hand. “Let”s just go with the flow and see where it takes us. I know Steve is SOOOO looking forward to making it with two women.”

Laura and Rory stood facing each other. They briefly leaned together and kissed softly…. With that, the two beauties left the bedroom. I watched their shapely bodies as they disappeared. Now I could only hope for things to progress back into the bedroom. I waited several minutes until I heard the front door open and moments later it closed. The voices had faded away and I walked from the closet to peak out the window. I couldn”t hear them but it was evident that Steve was appraising Laura up and down as they headed toward the driveway. The three of them got in Steve”s BMW and drove away.

I figured I would have some time on my hands now since they most likely went to dinner. If they were planning on doing more than dinner while away, I would obviously miss a lot, but I was excited still the same.

Not knowing how long they would be gone, I didn”t want to be caught off guard. I needed to do just a couple of things real quick and then I would resign myself to the closet again. I went down in the basement to use the bathroom, not wanting to leave any possible sign that I was home.

Feeling refreshed, I went outside to the back yard to get some fresh air. It was just beginning to get a bit dark, the cool breeze felt nice on the back of my neck. Looking at my watch, seeing the time to be nearly 8:30pm, I sat up on the picnic table and rolled myself a joint. Listening to the mild breeze through the trees, I enjoyed relaxing and taking several long, soothing drags. I ran my hand through my brown hair, looking off into nowhere. Laura and I enjoy smoking fine weed every now and then, but usually together.

Smoking a few doobies did the trick. I was relaxed and ready. I went back in the house and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, sat in the dark of the living room, and sipped my beer while watching out the large bay window. I had time to get another beer and a few chips before I thought I should be ready. Kind of odd, but I was getting nervous as time passed. That strange lonely feeling was with me again. I couldn”t help but ask myself if I was sure I could watch this play out. I was keyed up and totally aroused but I sensed I may be losing something precious. Still, I regress and looked forward as if fate were the key here.

Things progressed ok considering how horny I was when at 9:30pm I noticed the lights from the BMW coming back. I got rid of my beer can, looked around and took off for the bedroom. I made sure I had my cell phone with me and had it off as I took my place on the chair in the closet. The sliding door was spaced just right to give me a great view of the bedroom. I was jazzed, loose and ready. The anticipation was killing me and my pulse ripped through me like noise in my head.

Just minutes later, Steve and the two gals entered the bedroom. I could tell from the way they were acting that they may not have eaten dinner but they definitely had several drinks. Rory and Laura were a bit tipsy and they seemed to have the giggles. The moment they all stood in the bedroom and looked at each other, the mood became quiet. Laura”s nipples were poking gently at her blouse as I could see her looking at Steve”s crotch. Even I was taken with the outline of his cock through the thin material of his slacks.

Steve wore black Dockers with a snug, light gray pull-over. The shirt hugged close, accenting his washboard stomach. I grew somewhat jealous knowing he is in better shape than me. I am not over weight but I don”t have the firm gut and tight upper body that he does. He had a huge bulge in his slacks and was staring intently at Laura. Rory stepped close to Laura, putting her arm around her and looking at Steve, she smiled.

“Are you ready to take Laura?”

As she has asked Steve that question, Rory had leaned over and flicked her tongue out, teasing Laura”s ear. I saw goose bumps form on her neck and arms as this happened. Laura shivered, never taking her eyes from Steve”s crotch.

“Oh God, am I ready,” he replied. “I”m going to slide my long hard cock into your sweet little pussy, Laura. Are you ready for my cock?” He snickered along with a sly grin saying, “I can”t believe I just spoke that crudely to you Laura. To be honest, I”m actually quite nervous and trying to act like I”m cool with everything.”

Laura shook with excitement and just smiled. Steve approached my wife, gently taking her in his arms. I watched as for the first time, my wife kissed another man. As sexy as it was and as much as I looked forward to this, I did have a quick twinge of uneasiness as I watched. They embraced, their lips dancing and moving together as they enjoyed each other”s tongues. I almost felt dirty and like a pervert for being a secret voyeur. Still, I let out a near audible sigh, wanting to see more. Laura brought her sexy left hand, with her wedding ring in view, to Steve”s cheek. She caressed him the same way she does for me when we kiss intimately.

Rory moved back and sat on the edge of the bed, interested in watching for the time being. I was in a trance as I took in the show. I could see that Rory had no panties on as my view afforded me a straight on shot up her short skirt. She moved with generosity as I got several good glances at her damp pussy. Her legs, tight and muscular were a genuine turn-on, adorned by her black high heels and stockings.

Steve”s hands looked large as he gently massaged my wife”s left breast. Her moans and gasps were a natural event for the way he was exploring his new sex partner. Laura arched her back and tilted her head toward the ceiling as Steve plied a handful of Laura”s sensitive ass.

Laura and Steve pulled away from each other. My wife slowly lowered to her knees in front of him as he watched, seemingly mesmerized. Laura reached out, her hands shaking with anticipation. She undid Steve”s belt and pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. His cock was straining within the boxer shorts he wore. With wide eyes, Laura kept her gaze on Steve”s long cock as it came in to view, his shorts being pulled down. She stopped and seemed to stare in utter amazement, licking her dry lips. I know why, too. I”m well hung with my eight inches, but this thing was bigger. Not by a lot, but still, it would be a real treat for my wife. I would have to guess that Steve”s cock was nine, maybe ten inches long and he was hard as a rock.

I sat there staring at the impressive dick, knowing Laura would love it. Part of me worried that I may regret this ever happened. You know, a bit of a jealous thing again. Another part of me was really looking forward to seeing Steve slide his hard member into my beautiful wife”s waiting pussy. He was circumcised, as am I, his veins showing clearly as the blood engorged his rod. I know his cock was slightly more girth than mine, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if Laura would no longer need my cock.

Laura just stared at Steve”s massive gift. I could see her shoulders rise and fall with every gasp and anxious breath. She looked up at his eyes. Steve began to take his shirt off as my wife took his hard cock in her hand. She slowly stroked its length as she contemplated what to do. Believe me I know Laura knows what to do with a cock. She gives fantastic head and I believed she was just a bit nervous.

“You”re so big…I”m not sure… I .. I guess I”m not sure I will be able to take you…,” she said with a slight tremble in her voice.

“You”ll do great, honey, and your going to love the way that thing feels inside your hot pussy,” Rory chimed in. That comment brought a sly grin from Steve.

I looked at Rory again to notice she had a hand up her skirt, frigging herself. I almost wanted to dart out of the closet as I watched Laura bring the cock to her mouth. She licked all around the head and underneath the length of it. As she continued, Steve groaned with pleasure. It was a most erotic sight as she slid her mouth down onto his cock as best possible. With her lips pulled back, she raked her beautiful white teeth ever so slowly over the head of his cock. He reacted, not knowing whether to moan or grimace. Laura brought her lips and mouth back on to her target and I was actually quite surprised as she took half of his dick easily.

I know that as she relaxes her throat muscles, she is able to deep-throat my eight inches all the way. This was amazing to watch. My dear wife could not take him all the way into her throat but she was able to take a good six or seven inches. She only took him deep a few times. Mostly, Laura kept him well lubed up with saliva and stroked him with her hand as she sucked the top four inches.

Every few strokes, she would pull off and spit on his cock again. Steve”s dick was shiny with saliva as my wife pushed his cock into her throat again. Each attempt to deep throat was obviously not easy. She would gag and her face would flush, though she seemed to love the task of trying. Her eyes watered just a bit. I was amazed as her neck would bulge giving way to the intrusion. Steve was continually groaning and beginning to tense up.

Rory had moved from the bed and was now kneeling next to Laura. She used her left hand to fondle her husband”s balls while my wife continued to give him excellent head. I don”t know if Steve wondered what was next, but I know my wife. Bless her heart she”ll give it all she has. She loves to suck my cock and I know she will take his cum into her mouth and swallow all she can. She”ll do it out of loyalty to the two-way process of pleasing a partner. That”s the way she is.

I shifted anxiously on the chair in the closet. I was glad I had smoked some weed to get myself loosened up. This was exciting and I knew Steve was about to blow his wad down Laura”s throat. He moaned and shifted his weight from leg to leg, making it difficult for Laura to stay with him. Getting close to losing it, he reached one arm over to the dresser to steady himself. She pulled off one more time, sliding a lot of saliva up and down Steve”s cock.

“Are you getting close, big boy,” she asked, looking into his half-open eyes? Just like the slut character she likes being with me, I was proud of her words.

“Ohh… if you only… oh God that feels good,” he stuttered, now clenching his eyes shut.

Laura went right back down on his cock again, stroking his loose skin with more speed now. She continued gliding her head up and down on his dick as he began to quiver and groan. I knew Steve was close as he tensed up tight and moaned louder.

“HERE IT COMES!!!”, he yelled. “AAUUGGGHHHHH, God that feels good, here it comes.”

Just as he was beginning to shoot his wad, I was taken with a bit of surprise as Laura pulled off. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and held her mouth right under the head of Steve”s pulsing dick. Steve”s head was tilted back as he moaned some irrational crap. Rory watched with keen interest as did I. Stream after stream of hot thick cum shot out of Steve”s cock and into Laura”s mouth. Unbelievable, I mused in fascination. The thick, long pearly streams of cum continued to fly. I”ve seen her do this before with me but not very often. Usually she likes to swallow everything as it hits her throat or else just let it all hit her body. This time, Laura allowed her mouth to collect a lot of Steve”s cum as she rapidly stroked his cock. No doubt much of it hit her face, neck and blouse, but she held a mouth full of cum.

I watched with genuine fascination. When Laura thought Steve was all done ejaculating, she moved her mouth up above Steve”s lengthy cock, and ever so sexy, she pushed his cum slowly out of her mouth, allowing it to run and drip all over Steve”s cock. She then proceeded to lick it up again while stroking him and rubbing the tip of his dick all over her face. She scooped up all she could while a lot of it fell to the floor and all over her hands, skirt and blouse. She then slowly seemed to make a ritual out of the clean up process. Looking right into Steve”s sleepy looking eyes, my wife licked and cleaned up the cum she could find on his dick and on her. She swallowed hungrily as she continued lightly stroking Steve”s reddened cock. I saw her grit her teeth and in a sultry, sluttish way, she looked into his eyes and asked, “How was that you big fucking stud?” Cum was hanging on her cheek and from her chin and all across her lips and white teeth.

All he could do is groan and set one of his hands down on top of Laura”s head, stoking through her messed up blonde hair. His cock was now nearly soft. Laura”s whole face was shiny with wet, white sticky cum. She stood up as did Rory. The two gals faced each other and I watched in total fascination as they began to kiss and share what was left of the semen. Rory was so hot and sexy as she licked Laura”s face and planted kiss after kiss on her lips. This seemed totally out of character for my wife, but it did match the type of fantasies she always talked about. What the hell did I just witness, I wondered? God damn that was amazing.

Steve slumped over on the bed and just lay there with his pants and shorts at his ankles. Laura quickly retrieved a few towels and the two sweeties cleaned up a bit. Rory began to take Steve”s shoes off in order to help him finish getting undressed. After he was totally nude, he moved up on the bed more, relaxing, still breathing and panting unevenly. Both Laura and Rory then began to undress each other. I was so hard I thought I would bust. My nuts ached so badly. I wanted to pull my cock out and stroke it to a quick orgasm but I worried about making noise.

The two gals had removed blouses, skirts and bras. They stood now dressed only in stockings, garters and there high heel shoes. Rory took Laura by the hand, having her lay on the bed next to Steve. What I saw next was every bit as sexy and erotic for me as what I had already seen. Rory moved up between Laura”s legs and began to plant soft kisses on her thighs and stocking- clad legs. Her position to me was so enticing with her on hands and knees. Her lovely ass and pussy were staring me in the face as she proceeded to orally please my wife. One of Rory”s hands appeared from underneath to stroke and rub her own pussy as she looked ready to go down on Laura. I don”t know if this was new to Rory or not, but I know it was new to Laura. We had talked about these types of fantasies many times. I know Laura was intrigued by the thought of a woman on woman encounter but I believed this to be the first time for her.

For the first time, Steve noticed his wife”s pussy was completely clean-shaven. It almost looked a bit too bare. I liked how Laura”s pussy had just a bit of pubic hair left above. Steve continued to stare at Rory”s bald pussy as his dick began to swell. He obviously liked what he saw. I also liked what I saw. My wife began moaning and thrashing all around while Rory continued her oral assault on Laura”s sweet spot. She gently pulled on her inner lips and teased her with passion, moving two fingers in and out of my sweetie”s wet cunt. Laura”s thighs quivered involuntarily as the oral stimulation brought her ever closer to fulfillment. I could almost feel her pleasure and excitement as Rory licked and flicked Laura”s clit. Steve now had another raging hard-on as Laura began convulsing and screaming out with a fired up climax.

She started to buck underneath Rory. Clamping her legs tight against her best friend”s head, she reached orgasm. Rory”s face was completely wet with Laura”s juices and she kept flicking her clit, through most of her climax, until Laura could take no more.

“OOOHHHH, SOOOO GOOOOD”. “I CAN”T BELIEVE HOW GOOOOOD”. “I”M COOOOMMMING, COMING, AHHHHH, UHH, UHH”. Laura was wild with passion, groaning deep, and I could see her muscles tense up. She was experiencing such stimulation that she pushed on Rory”s head, trying to get her to back off. The next second, she was pulling Rory firmly back in for more. Laura screamed out with utter delight, using tones and squeals I”ve not heard before. Rory had her tongue stretched outward, fluttering rapidly against my wife”s clit, and occasionally placing her mouth full on for total contact stimulation. She looked like she knew what she was doing as she licked up through Laura”s slit, probing with her fingers at the same time.

Through this entire episode, Laura must have had three or four good strong climaxes. The room was heating up. I could detect a mild aroma of sexual essence in the air. Laura”s skin looked slightly clammy yet sweaty and she stopped thrashing around.

Steve”s hot little wife finally pulled her oral assault away, allowing Laura to descend from her sexual high. She gasped several times, and I knew she was wracked with one hell of a strong series of orgasms. She just lay there, occasionally giving a whimper of satisfaction and a twitch at her finger tips. Other than that, Laura simply lay still.

Watching this whole thing had Steve hard and ready to go for more. I could tell that Laura was not ready since she was still laying almost too weak for more. She usually gets very strong orgasms and takes several minutes to recover. Rory was so horny at this point in time that she could not wait any longer. She moved a leg over to climb up on her husband. She kissed him passionately and then reached behind her to hold Steve”s cock and guide herself down onto the hard and ready cock. She screamed out almost instantly with a first orgasm as she sank down onto Steve. She rested just briefly and began to slowly ride up and own on her husband.

My wife was still laying still but trying to watch the action with interest as her best friend fucked up and own on her husband”s hard dick. Laura knew she needed to fuck him and she wanted to do it soon but like so many times with me, she would need to recuperate first as her eyes kept closing, refusing to remain open. She had spent so much energy it was understandable that she would nearly doze off.

Rory continued to work her pussy up and down her husband”s cock, and sinking forward, she lay her full breasts down on Steve”s chest. He reached his strong arms around, massaging her small firm ass, assisting her with the up and down fucking. She was so wet; his cock was now slick with Rory”s female liquid, some of it gathering in small white droplets. She shook and stopped moving as her second orgasm hit her.

“I”M COOOOMMMING, COMING, AHHHHH, UHH, UHH”. “OOOHHHH, SOOOO GOOOOD”. She couldn”t continue on with any movement but Steve could. He held her tight and rolled them over to a missionary position. Rory moaned and whimpered, enjoying her climax as her husband began stroking his cock in and out of her wet cunt. She screamed out again, not recovering from her orgasm before getting another. Rory”s finger tips seemed to turn white with strain as she dug her nails into Steve”s back, clutching tightly. I couldn”t believe it. His back was red with scratch lines. He grits his teeth and pumped even faster, holding himself up on his straight muscular arms.

As this intercourse scene continued, it was a beautiful sight to see the passion between husband and wife. Rory”s legs were locked around Steve”s back and then suddenly she straightened them out, spread wide to the sides as she tensed up again. Her toes pointed out straight, turning somewhat lighter in color as her muscles clenched. Goose bumps formed on her thighs as she held on tightly around Steve”s neck. Her calf muscles were accented along with her straining thighs as a very strong orgasm hit her, causing her to scream out and begging her husband to stop his intense fucking.

“OOOHHH…GODDD!!!…..I”M COMING AGAINNNN, AAAHHHHH, UHHH, OOOHHHHH,” she moaned continually. She was nearly incoherent as she finally relaxed in a limp state under her husband. Steve had not cum yet and slowed up for Rory”s benefit. He lay just off to the side of her, holding her and gently stroking her back and neck. The air in the bedroom was pure sex. The aroma was evidence of wild passion.

Laura was still lying there, just watching with lust in her eyes. She did look ready for more, but I noticed that she did not make the move. After a few minutes of holding his wife closely, Steve rolled away from her, his still hard cock pulling out of Rory”s pussy with a mild slirp. Her pussy looked well-used, gaping partly open, just slowly beginning to contract and close her lips together.

Laura”s gaze was fixed on the hard cock, just inches away. Steve looked at her, their eyes locking together. Neither one looked elsewhere as my wife slowly reached out; taking Steve”s swollen cock in her hand. I”ve seen that look before. It”s that, “Please fuck me” look. No words were spoken. She slowly jacked her small hand up and down his cock, her pretty blue eyes still locked on his.

Steve took the queue and rose up on his elbow, moving up and over top of my wife. She instinctively spread her legs out wide, appearing so vulnerable yet ready. He positioned himself between Laura”s legs. He gazed up and down my wife”s body, taking in her sensual beauty. A few drops of sweat fell from his forehead, landing on Laura”s lips. She licked the sweat from her lips in a gesture approving what was happening. Steve still hunched up, was staring at her, while she reached his cock with her hand. Guiding his cock to her wet and waiting pussy, she nearly rose off the bed toward him to get him to begin.

Feeling his cock start to penetrate, my wife closed her eyes, arched her neck back and let out a long, inviting moan as Steve slowly pushed in. She”s accustomed to my cock and Steve”s cock is obviously thicker as well as a bit longer. My Laura shrieked in pleasure as this new cock invaded her. He inched in and out a few times, helping her to get used to his size.

“Come on, give it to me now. I love your cock, I need your cock soooo bad…ohhhh,” she was pleading as he started a rhythm. I watched as my studly best friend took my wife. He found a smooth steady pace as he fucked my wife, sliding his hard, thick cock in and out of Laura”s pussy, over and over again. My wife was loving the fucking she was getting, clutching her arms around Steve”s neck and back in an almost insecure and timid way.

She began to move with him, matching his thrusts with her own. Steve would glide his cock in and out in long deep thrusts and then he would change to quick short jabs. Just as Laura would get used to what he was doing, he would nearly stop, and then slowly pull his cock almost all the way out. He would pause and then suddenly jam his cock into Laura”s wet cunt. I”m sure when he did this he had to be hitting her cervix. Each thrust from Steve brought out new and different moans, groans and high pitched screams. Laura”s whole body was glistening with perspiration.

Steve”s muscled chest was covered with sweat, too, much of it beginning to drop onto Laura”s stomach and firm tits. Her nipples looked like pebbles and she moved her hands to squeeze herself and roughly massage her own breasts. My Laura started to lose her voice as it became raspy. She groaned from her throat, nearly continually now. Laura began to thrash all around as Steve tried to hold to her. He pumped more rapidly as both of them felt their orgasm coming on.

Laura”s orgasm started first, she gasped for air as he pumped into her wet pussy.

“I”m getting there, she yelled. I”m COOOOMMMMINNG!! FASTER, PLEASE FASTER…..” she screamed. “Please give me your cum… cum inside, please cum deep inside me….I NEED YOUR CUM…. AAAUUUU, AAAHHHGGGG.” “GIMMME….GIMMMMEEE!!!” Laura yelled out in pleasure.

Rory looked on in fascination as her husband pumped his cock into her best friend. At the same time, Laura was going through a strong climax, digging her nails into Steve”s back. Her orgasm was in full force and Steve kneeled up between Laura”s legs. Still pumping his cock in and out, he grabbed Laura”s right leg and raising it up in the air, moved his right leg so he was now straddling her left leg. In this position, he pushed her raised up leg down onto her stomach, causing her to spread her legs more. She moaned out in shear pleasure as Steve used his upper back strength to make long deep thrusts.

His building orgasm was near and he groaned loudly as he tensed up his neck muscles. Pumping with hard deep thrusts, his cock began to pulse, shooting his load of cum inside my wife. She felt the semen ripping into her pussy and screeched with delight, “Yes, give it to me, give it to me, ohhhh… I love you, I love you Steve.”

He continued to pump all he could as he shot spurt after spurt of hot cum, deep inside Laura”s pussy. The fucking motion now bringing wet slurping noises with it as his cum began to leak out of my wife”s cunt. There was a building puddle of semen on the bed between their legs and on Laura”s black stockings. Finally he stopped moving in and out and relaxed, staring down into Laura”s glazed blue eyes. Laura had spasms and moaned softly, her legs lying lifeless now. Steve slumped over along side Laura on the bed as Rory look on. All three of them lay there panting and sweating in their mixture of sexual passion. For a time, the room became quiet.

My cock was hard, inside my pants, but it was also leaking pre-cum. I could feel the dampness against my leg as I sat in the darkness of the closet. My hands trembled and I could not hold them steady as I rubbed my eyes. I was so turned on buy what I had just seen but I suddenly had a strange realization. Had I heard my wife correctly? Did she say she loved Steve? I know what I heard and I just needed to reassure myself it was just shear, steamy, hot passion that caused everything.

A small jealous part of me worried that after fucking Steve, with his bigger cock, that maybe Laura would no longer be satisfied by me. Another part of me knew that was not true and that I had nothing to worry about. If anything, I knew by my oral talents that Laura would always have a need for me, in fact, I know that Rory would also have a need for me because Steve evidently does not go for giving oral sex.

My train of thought was snapped back to reality as my wife and my friends began to speak.

“Oh my God, that was hot,” Steve commented with shortened breath. “Thanks so much for allowing Rory and I to fulfill our fantasy of getting another partner involved,” he added.

Laura just looked at Steve and grabbed his arm, squeezing it. Finally, able to speak, she said, “It was really awesome, and I really needed it,” my wife whispered. She then glanced down to the floor as she sat upright on the bed, not speaking anymore.

“Oh, sweetie, that was wonderful, we need to do it again when we can,” Rory chirped with lust. “I think I could get used to having more people to play with,” she added with a wide smile.

Laura didn”t make a comment, but rather just stared at the floor, remaining quiet. Steve sensed this and put his arm around her, gently rubbing Laura”s shoulder and neck. Rory moved to sit on the other side of my wife, placing a hand on Laura”s thigh. Both Steve and Rory knew they needed to say something, but not sure what to say. All of them knew what Laura was thinking, including me, in the closet.

Finally, Rory asked, “Laura, hey are you ok? Is anything wrong?”

“I”m fine…, that”s just it, I…I think I liked all of this a bit… too much,” Laura almost mumbled with a broken voice. I looked closely and I saw her eyes were welled up moist and she was on the verge of crying. She trembled as Steve pulled her close to his chest to comfort her. She felt tremendous guilt over what had happened and over how much she had enjoyed it all.

“I know what”s bothering you, Laura,” he said calmly. “You”re worried about Mike, and I can”t blame you. I know I”m worried about him, too. I feel like I have betrayed my best friend, yet both Rory and I needed this, for us,” he pleaded as if in self defense.

Rory gave a bit of a squeeze to Laura”s leg, agreeing with her husband. “I promised you we would help you and we will,” Rory assured her. “Let”s think about this rationally and figure out how we can deal with this and get Mike involved, or at least to be ok with what has happened.”

Laura broke down and openly cried now. She knew they loved her and were on her side, but still she felt like she had betrayed a trust with her very best of friends, her husband. Laura leaned her head over toward Rory and allowed her friend to hold her, comforting her.

“It will be ok, we will get this fixed, I promise,” Rory said as she looked into my wife”s eyes. Patting her on the back, “It”s ok, it”s ok, I promise.”

At this point, I felt for my sweetheart. I knew she needed me to understand, and in a very real sense, I was glad this had all happened like it did. I was glad to have witnessed this emotion so I could get a true sense of how Laura was hurting and needed my care and understanding. I decided I couldn”t let her hurt anymore. I needed to get to her and help her.

As I sat in the closet, I knew I had a slight dilemma. Now I was the one worried. Maybe in all of my lust and being voyeuristic, or maybe when I suddenly appear, my wife will be angry with me for all of this. Whatever the case, I had to get to her, even if she is mad. I need to help her and my friends get to a realization that I”m on board with our new lifestyle, as it were. If I just come busting out of the closet, that would be bad, and most likely scare the hell out of them. I needed to do this in a way that would be gentle.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket, turned it on and waited for it to show signal. Whether I was here in the closet or still in Atlanta, my dear wife would be expecting me to call. I always do, I call each day when I”m away and that is what I planned to do now. Judging my distance from them to be about ten feet, I figured I could talk quietly enough for them not to hear me, as I talk with Laura on the phone. I dialed the number and waited.

After waiting, I finally heard our telephone ringing. It rang three times as I watched Laura. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew from the first ring it was me. Looking at the caller ID confirmed it and she suddenly took on a look of panic. She stared at the phone, not able to respond.

She looked back at Rory and Steve, “It”s him, it”s Mike.” “What do I do, I don”t know if I can do this?” She feared. She looked like she was just about to grab the phone and it diverted to the answering machine. When it did, she froze again, with the realization that I could leave a message and then she could just call me back later. That”s ok, I couldn”t blame her, and my plan would still work. After the introduction message and the beep, I began to speak as I watched my fearful wife.

“”Hey there Laura, it”s me, I miss you very much and I want to give you a hug and hold you close. I know you need me and want me to be with you and to be understanding. I worry a bit that you will be angry with me real quick here, but if you are up to it, please pick up the phone.”"

I paused, hoping she would pick up the phone. As I watched, I could tell she was wondering what was up. She had a look on her face, as did Steve and Rory that showed deep curiosity as to the words I had spoken. When she still did not pick up the phone, and they were looking at each other in dismay, I decided to confess my presence in the closet.