Future of Porn

“This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don’t need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series, but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!”

“You must have me confused with someone else,” I said into the phone. “I didn’t make an appointment to have my hair styled.”

“No, ma’am, it says right here in my book that you’re scheduled for a hair styling, a manicure and a pedicure this afternoon.”

I stared at the phone in disbelief, how in the world did this salon get my number? “There must be some kind of mistake, I haven’t had a professional pedicure ever - and I certainly didn’t schedule one for today,” I said incredulously.

“No, right here, Rachel Gold, one o’clock, manicure and pedicure with Gina, and styling with Claire. Already pre-paid.” Holy cow, I thought, had Geoffrey come up with this? It was then that I saw the envelope leaning against the phone base, with a small Happy Hanukkah sticker on the front.

“Hold on,” I said into the phone, quickly opening the envelope and scanning the card inside.

My Darling Rachel,

Enjoy the afternoon of pampering, my love.

There’s a box for you on the top shelf of the linen closet. Open it when you get home this afternoon. Be ready at 6 o’clock. I’ll see you then.

- Kisses, Geoffrey.

“OK, sorry, I guess I forgot. I’ll be there at…one o’clock was it?” I hung up the phone, still slightly stunned. What in the world was he planning?

The rest of the morning flew by. I stopped myself dozens of times from going to get that white box down and seeing what the surprise was. It was hard to be good when no one was watching. But Geoffrey had obviously gone to a lot of trouble and his instructions were very specific. I busied myself cleaning up, amazed at how quickly the holiday had turned the house into disarray.

At one o’clock I stepped into the posh salon and the receptionist hurried me into pedicure chair. My feet were soaked while Gina pampered my fingers. I’d never had a professional pedicure before and I was delighted to find it came with a leg and foot massage. Gina was very cute, I thought, as she stroked strong fingers up and down my lotion-covered calves. Sitting back in the chair, I began to daydream about how wonderful the holiday had been so far - and how I couldn’t wait to see what this surprise was at home. And be ready at six? Ready for what? The combination of anticipation and sensuous leg massage was making my pussy tingle with excitement.

My fingers with a French manicure, and my toes a bright slightly whorish shade of crimson, I was next ushered to the hair stylist. My hair was washed, my scalp massaged. I couldn’t remember when I’d been so relaxed (outside of my bedroom!) The stylist worked without asking me for input, and I assumed she’d gotten her direction from Geoffrey when he made these arrangements. My hair was cut, just a little from the ends, so that my long auburn hair swept over my shoulders in slightly layered waves. Geoffrey loved for me to wear my hair down and looking in the mirror I could see why.

It’s a wonder I didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way home, not because I was running late but because I was anxious to get home and open that white box. Careful not to mar my nearly dry nails, I rushed to the closet and pulled down the simple white package with a beautiful blue bow. Bringing it to the bedroom, I then quickly peeled off the lip to find tissue-covered contents and another note on top.

My Darling Rachel,

I know this isn’t exactly what you might have picked out yourself but I love to display you. Make sure you wear everything included in this box.

- Kisses, Geoffrey

Peeling back the tissue revealed a short black skirt and a beautiful black blouse. The blouse was long-sleeved and made of feather light filmy material. I held it up to the light and wondered . . . Geoffrey can’t possibly know this is almost transparent. Digging further in the box, I found a matching set of panties, bra, garter and stockings, black to match the outfit. The panties were hardly panties at all but rather a little strip of translucent black mist to cover my smooth pussy.

The bra was equally scandalous, with push-up type cups made of translucent black material. Holding the bra and blouse to the light, the combination nearly seemed to cover, but I was sure my nipples would be showing through. Lastly the garter, with the silkiest stockings I’d ever felt, I thought as I brushed them against my cheek. My pussy began to quiver with the idea of wearing this outfit in public, and I was much too excited to be embarrassed. W

With plenty of time to spare, I picked up the box from the bed and heard something rattling under the tissue. Fishing around, I pulled out a small plastic egg, about the size of a real egg. What in the world? Sitting on the bed, I puzzled over the egg. How did this get in here? I held it, trying to judge the use, and it was actually rather heavy. Closely inspecting the egg, there was little writing on the bottom, barely even able to be seen with careful scrutiny. It said, “For Internal Use Only.” At that I giggled. It was meant for my pussy!

As I showered, my thoughts ran over the events of the past week. My soapy hands ran over my breasts and pussy and I thought of Geoffrey and how much I loved to shower with him. I put my hands on the tile, feeling the water run down my body, and thought about how Geoffrey had touched my pussy and ass in this shower only two days before. My hand trailed down to my pussy without even thinking and I slid a finger along my slit as my head started to swim with sexy thoughts of Geoffrey naked and dripping, of him shaving me on the bed, of his cock inside me….

It was about then that I realized how incredibly turned on I was - and Geoffrey hadn’t even touched me yet today. Deciding it would be best to use some self-control and save up my sexual tension for tonight, I quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

Dressing in that outfit made me feel very sexual. How had Geoffrey picked something that would fit so well, I wondered. He had wonderful taste. I put on the lingerie first, parading around the room and looking at myself in the mirror from all angles. The bra pushed my breasts up into the most cleavage I’d ever had. I could barely wait to show Geoffrey. I turned to get the rest of the outfit and there sat the egg on the bed.

Picking the egg up, I said, “Almost forgot about you.” Sliding the panties to the side, I easily slipped the egg inside. It made my pussy feel slightly full but it was small enough that I couldn’t feel it too much once it settled into my depths. Its wider base helped to keep it inside, and with the heaviness, I figured it must be one of those Kegel exercise type toys, to strengthen my inner muscles. What ever it is, I thought, it feels naughty to have something up there while we go out.

I put on the rest of the outfit and a little make up. I could almost imagine Geoffrey there behind me, asking me to leave my hair down. Most times I would giggle and put it up since flowing locks aren’t too appropriate for grocery shopping and other errands. But tonight I wanted to look perfect for him. I pulled out a little silver necklace with a heart charm that he’d given me on one of our first dates. I wondered if he’d notice. It wasn’t the most expensive piece of jewelry I owned, or even the most expensive he’d given me, but it always made me smile. He gave it to me the first night he ever told me he loved me.

Six o’clock was quickly approaching and I put on the rest of the outfit. I couldn’t keep from dancing around in front of this mirror, bending over to see how prominent my cleavage looked with the push-up bra. I leaned over to pick up my high-heeled shoes and felt cool air brush over my nearly naked bottom. Making a mental note to be sure not to drop anything that would need to be picked up, I heard the front door opening. Right on time. That man is nothing if not punctual.

Making a grand entrance down the stairs, I stepped seductively while swaying my hips. My darling’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched wordlessly as I descended. Finally standing at the foot of the stairs, I waited for his commentary. Geoffrey whistled and came over to sweep me into a tight embrace.

“You look amazing. I knew you would. I love to see your hair down, so sensual,” he said. “Did you like the outfit?”

“I don’t know when I’ve ever felt so sexy, Geoff. Thank you,” I replied sincerely.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said winking. “This is only part of the surprise.” I bit my tongue, stopping myself from asking for a hint, since I knew there’d be none. Geoffrey loved to surprise me. Holding me close, he whispered into my ear, “Do you have on everything in the box? Everything?” He punctuated his question with a squeeze of my bottom and I giggled.

After a quick change of clothes for him, we headed out the door to our secret destination. As we drove, I felt the sheer fabric brushing against my nipples, already hard and jutting out scandalously. Looking over at my handsome husband, I felt confident that I’d love the surprise. He’d done so well so far.

Geoffrey flew down the stairs, sweeping me up into his arms and kissing me, before we headed out for our big adventure. As we drove, Geoffrey kept glancing over at me, looking me up and down and scrutinizing closely. He couldn’t stop smiling and although it made me crazy not knowing what the plans were, I let him have his excitement.

We drove a long way, clear across town. I couldn’t imagine where we were headed. This was a part of town we rarely ventured to, not far from the college. We pulled up to a small hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant and Geoffrey took my arm to escort me inside.

As we walked toward a booth in back, I noticed several men staring wide-eyed as we walked by. Looking down, I was a little shocked to notice that the outline of my breasts and my cleavage were clearly visible through my blouse in this lighting. Geoffrey smiled and winked at me and I wondered if he realized how many men were getting a show of mybreasts.

We sat together in a dimly lit booth, talking about how the holiday had progressed so far. A blush crept over my face when he asked if I enjoyed the dreidel game and having to do what he wanted. In truth that was nearly the most exciting part of the evening but I didn’t need to tell Geoffrey that. He already knew me so well. Our intimate conversation was made even more so by him leaning close to me, so close I could smell his wonderful, clean scent. The conversation progressed through dinner as we sipped wine and forgot entirely about the world going on around us.

“I loved the sexy dance you did for me, Rach,” he whispered to me with a twinkle in his eyes. “Watching you dance made me nearly forget the game. It made me want to take you right there,” he continued. At this I closed my eyes and felt a flutter deep in my middle with the recollection of how sexy I felt when I swayed my body to the rhythm. The most erotic part of the dance was how free I felt, as if possessed by the music flowing through me, and the lust and love I saw reflected in my husband’s eyes.

I was startled from my reminiscing by a clink of glasses at a nearby table. Geoffrey chuckled at the sight of me momentarily so entranced. When I looked down at the table, I saw a little black box with a bright gold ribbon. Geoffrey was so full of surprises today! I reached for the box and Geoffrey smiled. He offered no explanation as I opened the present and looked with confusion at the contents. It was a little black plastic rectangular device with three unmarked buttons. As I took it from the box, the busboy cleared the table and Geoffrey sat back in his chair. He obviously enjoyed my perplexed look.

When Geoffrey wasn’t terribly forthcoming with details, I decided to push the top button. I was rewarded with the most intense buzzing inside me. The little egg had come to life! I was so startled I nearly knocked over my water just as the server walked up to ask if we wanted dessert or coffee. I could barely even think as the very quiet whirling continued inside me. Geoffrey gently took the remote control from me and turned off the egg while simultaneously declining the dessert with a smile.

“How did that feel?” he asked, knowing well the pleasure I felt by the dazed ecstasy still on my face.

“Oh, Geoffrey! I can’t wait to get home and play more with that,” I replied excitedly, reaching for the remote in Geoffrey’s hands.

He slipped it into his shirt pocket and replied mysteriously, “We aren’t going home yet. The night is young.” Leaving me to ponder what else could be in store, he paid the check and escorted me to the car.

As we drove away, I felt a warmth spreading over me, starting with my pussy and emanating through my body in a happy glow. I could still remember that brief buzzing in my pussy and I could barely sit still in the car seat with the knowledge I would get to feel it again before the end of the night.

We pulled up to a busy looking bar and I looked at him quizzically. We’d never been here before. This was getting more and more interesting.

Geoffrey answered my wordless question with, “This is a nightclub a client of mine owns. He owes me more than a few favors and he offered to buy us a couple drinks if we stopped by. Is that ok?”

Drinks? I thought. How could I want drinks when I have the most amazing toy inside me? I tried to look excited as he walked around and opened my door. He hugged me close and whispered in my ear, “Trust me Rachel. I think you’re going to enjoy this.”

We walked inside and I looked around. The place was packed with mainly college-aged patrons, many of whom were either sitting at the bar or dancing on the packed dance floor. Geoffrey leaned over and whispered something into the bouncer at the door, who made a call on the wall phone next to him. Geoffrey held my arm with his, reassuring me that this was all part of the plan. Within minutes a middle aged nicely dressed gentleman emerged from the crowd and smiled at Geoffrey.

“Wonderful to see you, Geoffrey,” he said with a warm handshake. He had a slight accent, perhaps Italian? I couldn’t be sure. “And this must be your wife. You were right. She’s stunning.” At this he winked and I felt a blush creep over my face.

Geoffrey introduced us. “Thanks, Joseph. This is my wife, Rachel. Rachel, this is Joseph, a client and friend of mine.” He warmly took my hand, holding it in his as he continued to appraise me head to toe. Rather than shocked by his obvious gawking, I was rather flattered by the attention.

“Rachel and Geoffrey, this is John,” Joseph said, pointing to the very muscular bouncer standing near us. “He’ll be happy to keep an eye on you and help you with anything you might need.” I tried to imagine what that could mean, as Joseph turned to the man and asked him to escort me to the bar. Geoffrey winked, and kissed my cheek, telling me he’d be along later. The hulking bouncer led me to the bar and I sat up on the stool, crossing my stocking-covered legs. He looked appreciatively at my very short skirt exposing just the tops of the stockings. He let me know he’d be watching from across the room in case I needed anything. I couldn’t imagine what all this was about, but decided what I certainly needed was a drink. I leaned over and ordered a rum and coke from the well built bartender.

As I sat at the bar waiting for the drink, I looked around. The room was filled with beautiful people, men and women, sitting and talking all around me. The bartender handed me my drink as he looked me over and I smiled back. It was nice getting this attention and it was more than my outfit that made me feel sexy tonight. This new holiday tradition had opened the door to many new adventures and I was momentarily lost in thought considering what new surprises this night would bring.

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Geoffrey sitting with three guys at a table across the room. I had seen the guys when we walked in. They were sitting by themselves, talking and laughing together. How does Geoffrey know them? Turning back around, I caught the bartender looking over at my cleavage and I winked at him. He smiled sheepishly then turned back to work, looking only slightly embarrassed.

As I waited at the bar, my mind wandered over the last few nights and things we’d shared in bed and in the shower. My pussy was slightly moist and tingled as I thought about that vibrating egg inside me. Taking a long slow sip of my drink, I was startled from my thoughts by a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned to find it was one of the men my husband had been talking to. Looking slightly puzzled, I looked him over briefly. Slightly taller than my husband and more muscular, he was blond and tan. I quickly judged that he surely wasn’t hurting for dates and he could probably have his choice of women in this bar.

“Would you care to dance?” he asked. I just say there, slightly dumbfounded. He was just talking to my husband., He must know I’m married, I thought as I absentmindedly toyed with the wedding ring on my finger.

“I’m…umm…I’m here with my husband.” I answered. He just smiled knowingly at me but took a minute to respond. During the almost uncomfortable pause, his eyes trailed over my body, pausing at my breasts and then lower at my legs and high heels.

“Yes, I know,” he said, extending his hand to mine. “Geoffrey said it would be okay. Come on. Let’s dance.” I looked over my shoulder to see Geoffrey staring at me from afar and smiling. He nodded to me, wordlessly telling me to go ahead. I took the man’s hand and he helped me down from the barstool. Without any other words between us, we made our way through the crowd to the dance floor where the pounding rhythm of the music grew louder and louder as we approached. The blond turned and abruptly pulled me to him, dancing so close to me that I could smell his lingering cologne.

I tried to look over the crowds of people back to the table where Geoffrey was but I couldn’t see him. This all seemed strange and oddly unsettling but the music was good and I figured it’s just a dance. After a few minutes the music turned slower and I saw Geoffrey at the side of the dance floor with his hand tapping over his shirt pocket, reminding me of the remote control. He smiled at me, silently encouraging me to dance for him. Made brave by the anonymity of the crowd and by the slightly tipsy feeling from my drink, I figured if this is what he wants, then he’ll have a show.

I wrapped over arm around the blond’s neck, pulling him closer so that his chest was an inch from mine. Dancing very close to him, I writhed to the music among the throng of other dancers and felt the rhythm flow over my body. Turning my back to him, I pressed bottom against him grinding lightly against his middle to the music. I was momentarily startled when I felt his hardness through his jeans against me. But I looked to Geoffrey who was clearly enjoying the show. The blond wrapped his arm around me and pulled me gently but snugly against him as we moved in unison to the song. The sensual movements began to excite me as did the knowledge that my husband wanted this and was enjoying it too.

As the song began to reach a fever pitch, I abandoned trepidation and closed my eyes, soaking in the thumping beat of the music and the feeling of a strong arm around me, holding me tight to his muscular body. Just then I felt the buzzing from deep inside me. My eyes flew open and I saw Geoffrey smiling over at me. My mouth opened in a silent moan but the blond kept dancing, apparently oblivious to the tingling sensation buzzing deep inside me. Energized by the sensation, I turned to continue the sensual dance, looking up into the blond’s eyes and seeing him look down at me with pure lust.

We spoke for a few minutes and then I left. I returned a week later and asked her out on a date, she accepted and our courtship had begun. By our fifth date, I knew I was really falling in love, but now for some reason, I was no longer anxious to lay it all out in words and action. A new ingredient had entered into my thinking. Now I was cautious, and held back fom declaring my feelings as soon as I felt them, instead I wanted to hold back until I was sure she was ready and needed to hear the words.

In w way, the old game of playing hard to get that I had always been opposed to had finally become the natural way to behave and not an artificial game any longer. I didn’t have to be mean to get her to appreciate me, just reserved, aloof, and distant while I waited for her readiness. I think we were both the same in that, and our relationship was propelled along by natural energy forces that simply drug us along with them.

I never knew anyone in my life that could light me up the way she did. When I was low or burdened she picked me up just by her being, and I could never stay down or discouraged. We dated for nine months before we were married and never had sex until our wedding night. We were both members of the same church, even though we had attended different congregations, and we both felt comfortable with the emphasis that was placed of chastity and fidelity. Elena was still a virgin on our wedding night (I referred to her using either or both her names all the time, I loved the sound of them both). She was terrified deep down by the thought of my penetration even though she knew and understood it was such a right and beautiful thing between a man and a woman.

It took patience, and more than a single forceful assertion to get her relaxed until the tearing of her hymen was no longer a painful prospect. When the jitters of the honeymoon were finally over and we had learned to enjoy the sweetness of each others bodies and making love, it didn’t take long to settle into a full and complete relationship.

We were like most newly wed couples I thought, except that we already had two young children, so the one on one time that most couples get to enjoy at the beginning of their relationship only lasted the week and a half of our honeymoon. We had sex often, about every night and just seemed to want to devour each other up.

Since we already had a little family, there was no need to hold off having the kids we wanted and Maria was pregnant within two months. Although the pregnancy went well and she delivered a healthy daughter we named Bethany after my mother, the delivery was hard and painful.

Maria had bounced back after a couple of months and we were well on our way to family bliss. Maria loved Beth, but no more than she loved Tyler and Jess. Things went well with work and advancement and we kept our life modest and reserved so we saw no impediment to having as many children as Maria wanted.

We were blessed with two other children over the next four years, but each delivery was more difficult than the one before. After Aaron was born, the doctors advised us to hold off, since the delivery had been so difficult it didn’t take much to get Maria to agree, and we settled into the process of living and enjoying life with the five we had.

Some people would scold us for having that many, but we loved them all too much to ever second guess our commitment to them. I don’t think it was possible to find a happier, more perfect and loving family…except.

The only negative in our life, was far outweighed by all of the incredible positives. Elena’s interest in sex was growing more and more, “less”. Although sex was regular in the beginning of our marriage, it trailed off dramatically during the latter part of the pregnancy with Beth. I was committed to avoid some of the problems that interfered in my relations with Sandy and be less provincial in my attitude towards sex.

I had always felt the responsibility to take a high moral and principled approach to sex and keep it almost spiritual, pure and romantic. This had almost seemed like an overdose on sugar with Sandy, so I was ready to be more down to earth, and prove that sex could be nasty and exciting even between a man and his own wife.

In the beginning, everything is almost naturally that way in a marriage. The newness of sex and each other alone seems a little forbidden and naughty, and trying to hide it from two young children helped keep it that way, but when Maria’s interest started to trail off I was still raring to learn and explore. When I bought her sexy lingerie, she would only wear it when we were “going to have sex” and then it was with reluctance.

“Being sexy” seemed almost unnatural and uncomfortable for her, so it lost a lot of effect. I didn’t want her to pretend to be exciting; I hoped she would be excited and that it would bring a little animalistic passion into play. It didn’t. The only thing she would remember was that she was embarrassed and that she had sensed a disappointment on my part in her effort that had made her actually feel less desired.

Even though what she thought I felt was far from the truth, she never could let herself get comfortable with letting loose. She still had sexual needs and required love and affection. To Elena, there was a strong connection between love, romance and sex. Sex was the ultimate expression of love and she needed an adequate portion of it often enough to keep her happy and feeling loved.

At times I would add a little adventure by playing with her while we drove. The possibility of being seen drove her wild with arousal and she had incredible orgasms as we raced down the road, but she could not sustain the desire to repeat and always recessed back into a “comfort zone”.

One time we were on an ATV outing with friends in one of the many beautiful high desert areas in Utah. Our friends had gone on down the trail to camp after Elena had told me to tell them we would be back later. As soon as we were alone she threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips as she worked her hot tongue into my mouth. “Fuck me Ted!” She demanded as she fumbled for my belt and then stepped back and started to strip off all of her clothing. She was naked before me and I raced to catch up. By the time she was lying back on the soft padding of the Polaris seat with her legs spread wide in invitation I could barely see.

When my pants were down my hard cock sprang forward and as I leaned to her she wrapped her urgent legs around me and drew my cock deeply into her soaked but tight vagina. Neither of us lasted long before she screamed out in climax as I filled her pussy with my hot sperm. When we recovered, we scrambled back into our clothing as we looked around nervously to see if anyone had witnessed our exhibition.

There were times like this, times that she did something daring and spontaneous. Times that made me think she was ready and anxious to cross a threshold, and then just as quickly she would slip back into her comfortable conservative norm.

For the most part it seemed very difficult for her to learn or try or even think about special things that might excite or arouse me, unless I clearly and carefully taught her what felt good to me. Even then it was hard to find her do something special more than once or twice before falling back into a more familiar routine.

Early on in our marriage, she liked to hold my penis and stroke it as she felt it grow, but didn’t seem to understand there were things she could actually do to help it along. Eventually she lost interest in the fascination of its hardness and preferred to have her orgasm at my finger tips.

When she did show interest in having my hard cock buried deep inside, it seemed more to fulfill her duty to me feel than because of her need. You may think I’m complaining, well I might be just a little I guess; not complaining as much as going on record that there was an element of disappointment in regards to sex, but like I said, it was far outweighed by all of the positives in our relationship.

In reality, sex is not the most important thing in a marriage; it’s not even the biggest cause for divorce. Sex is important, it’s full of expression for all of the things we feel in life, but it’s not the only means of expression. If all of the other means are chugging along on a full tank of gas, sex just captures the highlights, and makes life even more fun and enjoyable. There was easily enough fullness in all other aspects that the moderate diet of sex was still a nice light desert. Not the towering double fudge cake with raspberry syrup and a scoop of ice cream kind of desert, just a nice light sweet snack.

We enjoyed a full and active life and all felt supported and loved by everyone around us. All five kids turned out great. After they were all in school, Maria wanted to go back to work and got an administrative job in the High School that all of the kids attended. It was great having a mother who was well liked by everyone, it almost gave each of the kids a little bit of a celebrity status, and in addition, their mom went home when they did, and had the same days off for the most part.

Maria had always been well liked wherever she worked; often picked as employee of the year, etc. Her success in the working environment provided much in the way of fullness and satisfaction to her life.

It was while Beth and Aaron were still in school that we learned of some of Elena’s health problems. Although she has never been overweight since the day we were married she has always battled high measurements of cholesterol. The doctors warned us this could cause problems with her heart or lead to a stroke, so we’ve worked with exercise and diet to do everything we could, but when she collapsed one day at work we feared the clock had run out. She was rushed to the hospital, and initially the doctors thought she had acute appendicitis and that her appendix may have already burst.

We learned that a large cyst had formed on an ovary that was the size of a small melon and before they could get in to remove and clean it out, it ruptured. They had to open her up and spent hours cleaning and scraping the thick layer of blood that resembled chocolate syrup from her internal organs. She was in pain for weeks during recovery and never quite returned all the way to her normal self and the person we all loved.

After Beth was married, the Doctor said she needed to have a full hysterectomy, and that she would feel much stronger after that. Maria was quite relieved although still a little nervous, but still optimistic that the procedure would restore some of the spark and zest for life she had missed. The routine surgery was scheduled and we prepared for her to even spend a few days in the hospital to make sure everything was OK.

The surgery lasted for about an hour and then we were allowed to visit her in the recovery room. Beth Aaron and Jessica were all there with me. Maria was tired and groggy but full of hope that she would be able to do so much more than she had been up to for years. When the kids left that night I stayed by her side as she slept. They had a comfortable chair in her room that reclined almost flat out so someone could get reasonably comfortable rest. The next day she was feeling much better and we made preparations to return home.

Maria seemed even more comfortable at home in her own bed, and all of the kids and spouses came by to visit. By that time we had three grand children and Maria was ecstatic about seeing them all. The little ones were told how sore grandma was and that they needed to be very careful. It was beautiful seeing how quiet and delicate they each tried to be as they had to love and be held by Grandma Maria.

Even though it must have been physically challenging on Maria, her spirits were up and she was radiant with love as she finally slipped off to sleep that night. Maria never woke again. She had been given the wrong medication in the hospital before she was discharged and it reacted badly with the one she took before going to sleep. She died painlessly and we were all comforted in knowing we had shared a special evening before she had slipped away.

I was devastated. There was no way to have prepared for the sudden and dramatic emptiness I felt in my life Aaron was in college but he came home to visit often. Tyler and his little family still lived close and so did Jessica, and they all stopped by often, but the emptiness almost seemed to suffocate me at times during the first few weeks after Elena’s funeral.

I certainly had a hoard of well wishers and interested friends, even Sandy took time to fly in from Portland to offer her condolence and support to me and the kids; she knew how much Maria meant to us all.

There was still a lot of work to be done at the office and a lot of work to be done in general to fill the new empty hole in our lives.

I was visited with a deluge of interested attorneys who wanted to represent me if I sued the hospital for malpractice. In the end though, I settled with the insurance company for a reasonable amount; I could have gotten millions but I got enough, David Jennings, my attorney friend, advised me and agreed that the settlement, although conservative, was reasonable and fair.

I didn’t really need to work if I didn’t have to so I guess I became the target of a number of lonely women. I thought it would take even longer to get interested in someone else again than it did after Sandy, but I guess when you have your life so filled up with someone else, the sudden departure makes you almost urgent to find something to feel the incredible void that’s left behind.

When Sandy was gone, Tyler and Jessica were still with me there every day and what I didn’t need immediately then and after Maria’s death was sexual intimacy. My diet of sex with Elena had been on the light side for some time so it wasn’t like I was a heavy eater that got cut off hungry. I could afford to be picky.

With nothing but time on my hands, I found myself spending more time at the computer each evening and into the night than in front of the TV. I found there were chat rooms where you could get to meet and know people without having to make the effort to physically “go out”. You could also meet people from much further away; out of state, even out of the country.

I’ve always had a cerebral side to me and liked to read, so I enjoyed it when I got into a discussion thread that became involved and deep. I learned there were also sites that had just had stories; most of them seemed to cater to adult themes that were somewhat pornographic in nature. I had never had much time for pornography although when my sex life with Maria started to tail I was more easily drawn to racy stories, magazines and movies, that seemed available everywhere, than I was before.

I was exposed enough to thoughts and imagination that I became much more liberal in my views toward sexual expression. I wasn’t jaded; I was simply less judgmental about what others did than I was before even.

I had never been one to condomn someone else for anything so it didn’t bother me that some people had strange ideas about what was sexy and what was not. I’ll admit that I am still uncomfortable with sex between unmarried members in afamily, incest. And that homosexuality is way outside my interest range, although it’s somehow curious that I find the idea of two women enjoying sex much less troubling than two men. In fact my penis has risen sharply at times when I’ve seen photos or pictured two women going at it.

It’s not easy to picture having sex with two women at the same time in my imagination, but it’s actually very easy to imagine being being excited by watching a man and a woman having sex together in real life. Somehow that possibility holds much more attraction for me than seeing any hot sex scene in a movie. Maybe there is a lot of voyeur in me.

I’ve read quite a few stories now, and I find it curious that there are people who seem almost masochistic in their approach to stories of sex, and life itself. They read a story that in all probability will end up in a predictable manner they strongly oppose, and then they launch into a tirade because the author thought wrote it or thought the way he did or because of the way the story turned out.

Some readers, almost vehement in opinion say they want to kill or destroy any woman who cheats on her husband or any man who is willing and excited about witnessing another man fuck his wife. As my views developed, I had a hard time imagining how I could have ever been excited watching Darren fuck Sandy, even though I remembered all too well the erection I had when I examined her soiled panties, or listened to Sarah’s account of uninhibited sexual display in her driveway.

I even remember the arousal mixed with anger I felt as I surveyed the scene of what I was sure were many sexual couplings in the construction area, and the vivid picture of lust and passion that was painted on my mind when I watched Sandy masturbate still haunts me.

Emotions are strange; love and hate are both intense and sometimes compete upon the same stage simultaneously. I don’t question or bemoan the method anyone resorts to in order to feel aroused and excited, unless it denies someone else’s basic rights and liberties in life in the process. One might say Sandy’s choice of how she got aroused and expressed herself denied my rights and liberties, but I don’t think that’s true.

I didn’t own Sandy, she wasn’t my possession, she had the individual right to act as her own self and respond to whatever life presented her. When that took her in a different direction from me, she didn’t take anything of mine away with her when she left. I was still there; I had all my body parts and ownership of my own mind and heart.

I rebounded and yoked efforts with a new companion that I loved deeply. Did I love Maria Elena more that Sandy? Not really, I loved her with me for longer and I loved her differently and not in the same way as I loved Sandy. Do I love both of them still? Sure I do, I’m not putting either package of love back on a shelf to collect dust. I still love every wonderful woman or girl I have ever loved, and I wish them all the very best in life.

I wanted someone else in my life again, I needed to be part of a relationship. I wanted someone who could experience passion and lust like Sandy and I needed someone who would love me without reservation and with deep affection like Maria.

Just a few weeks ago, I needed to go to Vancouver, Washington to look into a business investment I was considering, and I decided to stop in and visit with Sandy while I was there.

In her beautiful West Hills home we both became very relaxed and talked. It surprised me how easily I could bring up Darren’s name, and how shocked Sandy was to find me so at ease. She had always felt deep pain for the pain she thought she had caused in me. When I gave he the “awe shucks” routine and told her it was no big deal she couldn’t believe it.

“Sandy,” I said. “My life with you was absolutely necessary and right, it prepared me perfectly for Maria.” A little frown played at her lips as she considered the left handed compliment.

“Our life together blessed us all with two incredible children. Sandy, you can’t imagine how many times I drew from good experiences and bad to find the answer to a pressing question with one of the kids. You are still playing an important role in all our lives.”

Thick heavy tears welled up in Sandy’s eyes and then spilled freely down her beautiful cheeks. Her shoulders shook softly as she tried to quiet her sobbing and I moved to pull her into my arms. I just held her there tight against me for a while as she drew her harms around my waist and held me tight. When calmness and reason reclaimed the high ground, we separated and both sat down facing each other.

We talked all afternoon and into the evening and she was able to tell me much of what she had hidden form me earlier. When she told me of her experience at the salon, I was still shocked and at the same time still strangely excited. I was embarrassed at thinking how exciting it would have been for me to have been there in the salon that day, and to see such an outrageous thing, if it were someone else’s wife I thought to myself.

She told me that she had learned she was a true exhibitionist. That being on exhibition was like the most powerful drug or narcotic ever created. That’s what kept her dancing and stripping for seven years. It was not the money like everyone around her thought; she was a great stripper because she really wanted to take off all of her clothes in front of people.

“What made you stop?” I asked.

“That’s something you can’t do for ever.” She said. “It’s a young person’s world, besides there are a lot of outrageous things that go on as well like I’m sure you know. I don’t know Ted maybe I was so impressed with the way you moved on in life, found Maria, and real success and happiness in your family, maybe I just wanted or needed more of that and less of the sexual excess.”

“Sandy,” I said. “I don’t think you could ever “just have sex”. I was never able to unlock your passion; I guess I never even tried.” I hung my head a little at that admission. “But I saw it.” I told her how I had witnessed her masturbation on the couch, and reminded her that I had watched her in the truck in our driveway. “I would love to have had that kind of passion alive in our own intimacy.”

It was then that she explained how she had refused to integrate sex and romance; how she thought sex could only to be viewed in the context of nasty and naughty feelings and activities outside the context of true love and romance. She said she had come to realize how wrong she was and how important love was in expressing sex and that without it sex had just become hollow and painful. That’s why she quit stripping. Sandy said that she had never dared fall in love again because she couldn’t trust herself to expose someone else to pain. Then she said very quietly, almost to herself “I don’t think I could ever love another man the same way I…love you.”

It was Sandy who broke the tense silence when she asked. “Do you remember joking with me earlier that you wanted me to introduce you to one of my old stripper friends for a date, “cause you wanted to go out and have a little fun in Portland?” “Yea,” I said, a little embarrassed at the recollection.

Well I do have got a friend in the area, over in Forest Grove, who is a total exhibitionist; even more than me. Do you want to meet her and her husband?”

I was a little speechless at the thought of it, but enough interested so the idea was making my prick swell. “Are you sure? Won’t it be a little sudden?”

“I’ll see,” she said as she picked up her phone. Hi Cynthia she said into the receiver are Cyn and Craig available this evening?”

I could hear only one side of the conversation as I listened to Sandy talk with more excitement and animation than I had seen in her for quite some time.

When she hung up she said we’re going to their house, then more anxious than I could believe she scrambled for her purse, threw on a wrap against the chilled and humid night air and drug me out of the house. She raced to the passenger door of my rental car and waited impatiently for me to unlock it. I helped her in and smiled at the expanse of leg she showed sliding into the seat. I quickly got in my side, started up the car and raced into traffic toward the arterial highways that would take us to Forest Grove.

Sandy hadn’t said a lot about her friends before, and she spent more time making sure I was going in the right direction than talking about them as we negotiated the roads for the thirty or so minute drive to her friends’ house.

I was alive with questions and curiosity as we rode on together, but had no idea of how to lay them out in words. When I asked her why she thought Cyn was an exhibitionist she told me how Cyn had also danced in an exotic dance club, how she had stripped naked and how she had let a muscled black bouncer fuck her silly in front of everyone. She also told me of the outrageous things she had done in the office in front of everyone, how she had stripped while dancing on the mirrored surface of the conference table as everyone sat around it. How she was made to take off her panties whenever her short skirt crept up to her waist, and had to fuck someone, anyone in the office before she could put her panties back on. The images painted in my mind as she rehearsed these things made my cock harder and more uncomfortable than I could remember it being for many years.

I pictured a somewhat sluttish looking woman with bleached multi colored hair, mostly blond, in a wild helter-skelter style. I could see in my mind numerous ear piercings and suspected others on her body as well, maybe even a few choice tattoos located for provocative effect. It was more difficult to picture her husband; in fact I was mildly surprised there was a husband at all after Sandy’s revelations.

As sandy directed me from the busier arteries into and through a quiet residential area dotted with attractive homes on large lots kept immaculate and clean. The area was impressive though not really affluent, and it had a quiet hushed sense about it that made it seem almost reverent towards the life it housed. We pulled into a drive as the road took a bend, almost as if the drive were a small extension or continuation of the road itself. A porch light was on, and it cast an inviting glow over the rich green dewy lawn.

Even before we got to the door, it opened in warm invitation and I could see the figures of a handsome couple standing close together. Because the light was behind them, it was hard to see their faces, but even in silhouette I could tell they were nicely and modestly dressed, and much more conservative in appearance than I had expected. The sheer curtains that covered the front windows allowed me to see an interior, as we passed in front of the window, that was elegant and immaculate. The couple spoke warmly and with excitement as we approached, welcoming us to their home as though we were loved relatives who had been away much too long.

Sandy embraced the woman and then the man and I extended a hand in a more formal greeting. Cyn ignored my hand and drew me into a warm and tender embrace saying, “You must be Ted. Sandy has told us all about you.” She hugged me warmly as if to say she was happy that I was there with Sandy. “Come in, come in. We want to hear all about both of you and what’s going on.” She said it in a way that made me a little nervous. I felt almost like the boyfriend or fiancé who had been talked about in detail to build up the anticipation of his first meeting with anxious relatives.

We were ushered into the living room and directed to a love seat set opposite the couch. The seat assured that Sandy and I sit close together, and it felt comfortable since these people were still somewhat strangers to me in spite of the warm and familiar behavior towards me from both of them. As we settled into the soft comfortable cushions we were both hit with a number of anxious questions that reflected the sincere interest of our hosts. Almost immediately I felt as relaxed and at home as I have felt anywhere.

Craig was lean and obviously fit; comfortable and in fashion with new kaki slacks and a loose cotton golf shirt that looked like it had just been taken from its new wrapping and touched up with an iron. Cyn was wearing the female equivalent with a kaki skirt that came just below the knees and that closed at the front with buttons half fastened and half open. She had on a dark cotton top that fit her more snugly and showed off her toned body and the fullness of her breasts. Her strappy sandals were white with tan hemp accents that increased in width toward her heel to give her a three inch lift while standing. They were two people that were far different than what I had pictured.

Cyn pulled her feet up beneath her a little in a comfortable manner that suggested she were prepared for a long visit; she turned somewhat toward Craig and continued her conversation in a way that showed her excitement to have us there. There were more questions about my life, and what I was doing. They expressed sincere condolences at the passing of Maria even though it had already become obvious that she would have died well before they even met Sandy. I was taken at how normal, elegant and natural they both looked, and was amazed that the few things Sandy told me about Cyn could have ever happened.

I was even more amazed that this man, her husband, who seemed so secure and competent, so in control and confident could have adjusted to his wife’s blatant promiscuity. It’s easy to imagine the worst in some people from the way they look and present themselves, but it was virtually impossible to imagine the raw and exuberant sex Sandy had described coming from the woman seated in front of me. Hell, Cyn sitting there right then could have been captured in a photo that would have been at place on the cover of Time, Newsweek or People magazine. She looked so “mainstream” and conservatively elegant. You would have thought she was a senator’s wife.

As the conversation and mood became even more relaxed and familiar, I finally managed the courage to ask. “I’m sorry you guys, and I apologize if I offend you, but how in the hell, could either of you have done any of the things Sandy told me?” My question had taken all of us by surprise, even me and we all blushed. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and was afraid that when I opened them the whole room would be cast in a pink light from reflection. When I did open them, they were all smiling at me; I think they were amused at my embarrassment.

“Well, you sure now how to turn the conversation around to what you’re interested in, don’t you Ted?” Cyn said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you buddy?” Craig joined in smiling broadly at my growing discomfort. Sandy just slipped her hand in mine and gave me a loving squeeze of support as she shifted in a little closer.

Silence reigned supreme for an uncomfortably long moment as we all started to wrestle under its pressure before anyone realized that the pause was due to the fact that no one had really answered or addressed my question. There was a noticeable level of tension or anxiety that was quickly turning sexual between us. Finally, after twisting a little in her seat Cyn said. “I guess the reason it all happened is because I’m an incurable exhibitionist Ted.”

I released Sandy’s hand for a moment and brought both of my sweaty hands together and gripped my knees tightly as I leaned forward to control my breathing, saying through body language alone “so it’s all true”.

My cock was already uncomfortably stiff inside my pants and I was afraid if I sat back up straight it would show. Then Craig said, “Cyn, I think it’s time we all got a little more “uncomfortable”, don’t you agree?”

Cyn stood up and slowly came to stand right in front of me. “Ted,” she said calmly. “Will you take off my panties?” I choked as I sat up and looked into her eyes. Her face was warm, she wasn’t grinning, just very subtly smiling in a way that let me know it was all right and that she wanted me to do this for her.

I gulped as I stretched my shaking hands forward and barely under the hem of her skirt. I held my warm hands against the back of her knees for a moment as I looked at Craig. He was studying me closely, enjoying what was happening and clearly in no distress. Without saying anything or smiling his approval for permission I realized they were together in this and I slid my hand up the velvet smoothness of backs of her legs.

The skin felt so soft and I could sense her flesh shiver at my touch as I moved up and over the wonderful firm fullness of her hips and ass covered only by the soft sheerness of brief panties. My hands explored the curve where her tiny waist flared into sumptuous hips and I delicately took hold of her bikini panties. I didn’t pull them down urgently; I slipped my hands inside so my palms could feel the softness of her flesh as the edge of my hand pulled them down reverently.

When the panties loosened at the tops of her thighs I skimmed them down faster just to keep up with the gravity in their natural descent. Eventually they fell away from my hands and fluttered to her feet. I indicated for her to raise each foot, one at a time until I had completely removed them.

After taking my hands in hers, and kissing them softly to say thank you she stepped a little away from me. She swayed softly to the low strains of beautiful music. I hadn’t really heard it before, but it had been playing lightly in the background throughout the house.

She slowly unbuttoned each button that had been fastened in her skirt and then undid the delicate belt and button that held it closed at the waist. Her skirt fell away leaving gorgeous white legs, toned and shaped like those of a ballet dancer. She was completely naked below the waist with a perfectly proportioned body. I could see how any man would have felt like he was in heaven between those legs. Her pubic hair was coal black like the hair of her head, and soft looking like an Oriental’s more than the wiry wild looking bush on many women.

She kept the full lips of her vagina a mystery as she moved gracefully and started to slide her shirt upward as she caressed her own body. Slowly the smooth skin of her lean tummy appeared until she was caressing her breasts with hands hidden from my view. After bringing herself to a higher state of arousal she moved her shirt on up, over her full breasts and the off over her head as well.

I had not been able to tell if she wore a bra before but now I could see a beautiful black bra so sheer it revealed not only the arousal of her nipples that stood in relief against the fabric, but the dollar sized aureoles around them. Then, almost suddenly, she sat back down. In almost the same position as before with feet tucked under her, she turned her head to look directly into my eyes. “There,” she said. I hope you’re a little more “uncomfortable” now, I feel great.” Craig looked at me as well and said, “see what she means, she’s an incurable exhibitionist.”

It was as though this was the formal and complete answer to my original question and that now the conversation could resume normally, although now our hostess was sitting there completely nude, except for the sheerest of sexy black bras, that drew even more attention to her nakedness.

The amazing conversation went on from there as questions were asked and adventures related as they told Sandy and I about the outrageous sexy things they had done together and even some things they had done with others alone. From time to time, Cyn would get caught up in the exciting narration of an escapade and pull her feet out form under her as she slid forward on her seat and spread her legs widely to exhibit herself obscenely open as she masturbated her self for all of us to see.

God I was turned on, so was Craig. When he was telling us about putting on sex shows for people who wanted to watch the two of them have sex he was stroking his stiff penis through his pants. “You actually have sex in front of people, like for their entertainment?” I asked incredulously.

“It’s more exciting than you can imagine.” He said. Mostly we do it for the pleasure, but occasionally we get paid, really really well.” I must have looked skeptical, or maybe he was just too turned on, but he finally said. “Look Ted, there’s a lot of exhibitionist as well as voyeur in me also. I can’t tell you how turned on I am just telling you about this. I guess it’s verbal exhibitionism. I would really love to demonstrate if you wouldn’t be offended.” He said and I thought to myself, here I am in their living room, his wife is sitting there next to him, openly masturbating in front of me and my cock has been rock hard for so long I think it’s never going to soften. “Offended, hell you’ve got to be kidding.” I said.

Craig stood up and Cyn jumped to help. While he pulled off his shirt, she undid his trousers and stripped them down along with his boxers. His hard cock sprang out and Cyn gobbled it up like she was starved. His hips rotated as he sawed his penis deep into her throat while her hands gripped his hips and urgently pulled his hard shaft deep into her throat. It didn’t take long before I saw his buttocks clench and then I could see the muscles of her throat respond as she swallowed his large load of semen down.

I wondered if the show was over when he pulled his still rigid prick from her mouth and she laid back against the soft cushion as she scooted her ass to the edge and spread her legs wide in anxious invitation. Craig shuttled forward and ran the large knob at the end of his hard cock up and down the slippery hairless lips of Cyn’s open pussy. Craig nudged the anxious looking head of his big cock into the open wetness and with impatience Cyn brought her sandaled heels to his ass and pulled him all the way inside.

They were alive in arousal as Craig pounded into Cyn ferociously. Since he had already cum, he lasted much longer and drove Cyn to screaming multiple orgasms before he spoke to her and they quickly disengage. Now Cyn knelt on the floor in front of the couch, leaning against it as Craig mounted her from behind. Once again he entered her and fucked her hard for several minutes more before he stiffened and they both screamed out in delicious agony as mighty orgasms possessed both of them completely.

Cyn had puller her bra up during the ferocious pounding to play roughly with her own nipples and when they finally recovered and sat back down, they were still exposed and her nipples still stood out red at least a half inch long. What an incredible sight, what an incredible night it had been. I thought as I watched Craig dress and Cyn sit there in a dream as her fingers played in the cum that oozed from her open inflamed hole. She had a totally fresh fucked look about her, and I knew she would soon be snuggled next to the man she obviously loved as they dreamed and enjoyed life together. It was time for us to go.

I thanked them both profusely for such an incredible experience. And as we prepared to leave, the only thing Cyn did to become more modest was to pull her bra back into place. I was shocked as we walked out the door, when both Cyn and Craig escorted us all the way out to the car. I shook Craig’s hand while Cyn hugged Sandy, then while Sandy hugged Craig, Cyn hugged me tight. “Get a good feel to remember me.” She said as she hugged me close, and I caressed her body memorizing the feel for later on. She opened her legs to allow me to feel the open lips and the cummy wetness between her legs and she wiggled a little to get me to slide digits of both my hands into her hot wet cunt. As we disengaged she kissed me passionately sliding her tongue briefly into my mouth for just a taste before she pulled away.

Nothing more needed or could be said as we slid into the car and drove quietly away. I could see them through my rearview mirror, still standing there in their front yard, until they finally disappeared into distance. We were quiet in the car for a long time before I finally said “Thank you Sandy thanks for taking me there.” More than having the outrageous experience of watching two devout exhibitionists revel themselves so completely to me, the experience had been, to say the least, illuminating. I had learned as much about Sandy and even myself as I had about Cyn and Craig. I was glad their kids were all safely away that night so we could go to their house and see them there.