Future of Porn

My wife and I have been married for going on nine years – and together for more than ten. Our sex life has always been good, though, with children, it seems like we never have enough time for ourselves. Although it started out on a fairly conservative note, our physical relationship has grown steadily, and we’ve welcomed new experiences into our intimacy across the years. Our discussions about sex have always been open and honest and I’ve long believed that, to some extent, my wife kept a true “wild woman” bottled up inside. She’s shared stories with me about some of the things she did, or almost did, before we met, and I spent quite a bit of time thinking about how I could encourage her to let some of that wildness out with me. Risky and exciting experiences, in my opinion, would always help to make our physical relationship better for both of us, and would strengthen our already strong emotional commitment to each other. With children, we rarely had time to enjoy each other in every way we would like, much less consider the possibilities of interacting with others on any level: whether it be through pictures, videos, or in person within whatever rules we set up.

After our almost ten years together, we had managed to “schedule” more regular time together. We discovered that while we were being intimate at least twice a week, the more we enjoyed each other the more we wanted to enjoy. As our lovemaking grew in time and involvements, we talked freely about fantasies, concerns, ideas, wonderments and the future of our sex life. There came a point where we recognized that we discussed our physical intimacy in two different terms: there were times when we discussed what we did, or didn’t, enjoy in our love-making together, and there were other discussions about the sex of our fantasies. The sex of our fantasies always involved us both, but seemed more focused on the physical pleasures of sex and less on the emotional implications of our intimacy. Subconsciously we had separated the two: lovemaking together in all its variations, and sex for the pure pleasure of it, which drew in a more open outlook and fewer restrictions on our activities.

We had, in the sixth and seventh years of our marriage, briefly experimented with sharing ourselves physically, but only through photos. We had both enjoyed taking pictures of each other naked, as well as pictures of ourselves sexually involved with each other. Those pictures remain some of my favorite photographs. My wife, Mary, knew how much I enjoyed the fact that other men had seen and enjoyed some of those photos and she always knew how proud I was of her. Although she, like the rest of us, maintains her insecurities, I have always found her to be a sexy lady. It wasn’t until the eighth and ninth years of our marriage that she truly became a sexual lady.

We were laying together one evening, snuggled close after having cleaned up from a gratuitous bout of lovemaking, breathing softly and basking in the after-glow. It was often in times like these that we discussed what we liked or didn’t like and what we looked forward to. I found it ironic that our conversations after our lovemaking seemed to focus on our growing sexual escapades, but I enjoyed the conversations and they occasionally lead to even more lovemaking with a greater focus on pure physical pleasure.

As we lay there, my wife asked me what I had been thinking about as we’d moved together. My answer was that I thought about different things at different times, and did she want to know them all or just at certain points? Her reply was that she wanted to know them all. So, my response was: “When we are kissing, fondling, and caressing each other, my mind is absorbed in how your body feels under my hands or against my fingers. How your lips kiss mine and how our tongues feel together. How your hands feel on my body and when you pull me close – I think about how good your nakedness feels against me.” I took a breath and continued. “When we were 69ing, I was consumed by the pleasure your mouth gave me and how much energy you seemed to be putting into your efforts. I was sure that you wanted me to cum in your mouth, but I didn’t want things to end too fast. And the only distraction from that pleasure was how delicious your pussy is when I eat you. I always worry that I’m going to do something wrong at the wrong moment, getting you close to an orgasm just to mess it up ’cause I lick in the wrong place or pick the wrong time to slide my tongue in and out of you.” I saw that she paid attention to that comment, and I expected that she would find a way to give me indications in the future. I continued. “When you were on top of me, riding me, rocking back and forth and up and down, part of me was lost in the pleasure of your pussy stroking my length, seeming to milk me as if your pussy wanted to drink my cum. But I also remembered the dream I had where you’d videotaped yourself with another guy when you were at the beach, and I couldn’t help but envision that as well. So, in my mind’s eye, as you rode up and down my length, I could see you riding the other guy – your pussy milking his cock, your breasts swinging in his face – but your pleasure no less for it being another man. In fact, it may have been greater.” I saw a look on her face that I didn’t really recognize, but decided that it would be fruitless to be less than fully open, so I kept going. “And while I was on top of you, with your legs pushed open and back, pounding you down against the bed hard and fast with every stroke, I had the same split focus. One part of me was enveloped in the pleasure of my cock pounding you and your pussy clutching me – and I love how you moan while I do that by the way – but another part of my mind viewed it like I was off to the side and watching another man kneeling between your legs, his cock pounding you. And in that instance, and I guess this is my own sense of insecurity, his cock was thicker than mine and just a little longer. Not much, but enough that you noticed and got greater pleasure from his pumping.”

I stopped talking and wondered what her reaction would be. At times in the past she’d admitted that the idea of having another man while I watched was an exciting thought. At other times, she told me she liked the idea of having another man, but wasn’t sure if she could do it with me standing there unless I was involved – which would fulfill her fantasy of having two men at once. That fantasy was left purely as fantasy because she didn’t want to bring anyone else into our intimacy, and I understood that. Still, I thought as I lay there, that was several years back and our relationship had evolved some more so she might make different divisions between our love-making intimate moments and our sex involvements which might be enhanced, instead of hurt, by the involvement of another.

“You really get off on thinking about me with another man, don’t you?” she asked me rather bluntly.

“Yes, I do,” I answered her honestly. “I don’t know why, but the idea of you taking another man, and that’s how I view it – not so much that you let him take you, but that you take and use his body as you see fit – pleasuring him in the process of course; for some reason that just turns me on a lot.” She thought about that before saying anything else.

“You don’t think you’d get jealous? You’re not worried that it will change how you look at me?” She had valid concerns and I had to give her valid answers.

“Sure,” I replied. “I think there’d be a measure of jealousy, but I think it would be outweighed by the combination of the feeling of pride I have in you and how sexy you are and of how excited I’d get watching you enjoy yourself so openly.” That sat and she thought about it some more.

“So,” she asked somewhat carefully, “do you really want to change that from a fantasy to a reality? Do you really want to see me with another man?” I wondered if she was somehow testing me, my honesty, or if she was trying to find out if I was somehow playing a game of chicken. Would I only want to see her with another man until she said she wanted another man? If I really wanted to see her fuck another guy, would she perceive that as some kind of insult to her? So far, honesty had been the best policy and so that is what I stuck with.

“Honey, I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to do,” I said to her. “You have to understand that up front.” She nodded slightly and her eyes said she understood, but she wanted the rest of the answer. “But when you find a guy that just makes you wet your panties with desire, and given the proper circumstances, I think I’d enjoy watching you seduce a man.” I went on in further detail so that she would understand my point of view. “I would love to see you pick a guy up, for lack of a better way of saying it, even if the meeting was pre-arranged. I’d love to see you dance with him, tease him, get close to him. I’d enjoy watching as you caressed him and let him touch you, teasing him some but then letting him enjoy the feel of your chest or butt in his hands.” I paused to breath and didn’t see anything disapproving in her eyes, so I continued. “I’d love to accompany the two of you back to a hotel room and watch as you undressed each other. It would turn me on immensely to see the hunger in his eyes when you bare your body to him – your chest, pussy and backside. I’d enjoy seeing the hunger in your eyes when you first see his cock, knowing that it’s yours to do with as you please – that I will love you no less and that I’m exceedingly proud of how confident you are in your skills as a woman. I want to see the looks of pleasure on your face and hear your moans as his hands explore you and his mouth pleasures you. I want to be there to see him suck your nipples before lowering his face into your spread pussy. I want you to see me stroking my length as I watch him eat you, seeing how much you’re turning me on in your proud performance, and I want to watch as your head falls back in ecstasy when his mouth brings you off. I want to watch as you kiss, lick, nibble and suck his cock, getting to know it while you think about how it will feel inside you. And, yes,” I said finally, “I want to see your pussy stretch open around him, taking his full length, whatever that might be, and using his cock for your pleasure – and not stopping until you’re both satisfied.” I had said more than a mouthful and I wanted to get some reaction from her. I wasn’t sure what it would be, but honesty had never hurt us before and I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t hate me for the fantasy. If anything, she recognize that my faith in our love was stronger than ever and that I wanted her to be fully satisfied in her sex life even if it meant her having another man.

“And you’re sure that watching wouldn’t piss you off?” she asked. “That you’d be more turned on than you would be jealous?”

“Of course neither of us knows that for sure until the moment actually arrives,” I answered her. “But I know I’d rather offer you the choice if that’s something you’d like to pursue, rather than being jealous and possessive and saying NO if it’s something you really want.”

“But it’s something you really want?” she asked / stated.

“Yes,” I answered honestly. “It is.”

We lay quietly for another few minutes. I wasn’t sure what was running through her mind. Finally, she reached her hand over to my manhood and discovered how hard I had gotten just from the conversation. Rolling over on top of me, she straddled my hips and led my erection to her pussy. Sinking her body down onto mine, she engulfed my length in a single down-stroke and I had to wonder if she was still that wet from the lovemaking we’d just enjoyed? Or if she was this totally drenched as a result of the conversation and possibilities that loomed before her.

As she began to ride me up and down, she also started asking me more questions and the more she asked, the more I felt she got into the idea. “So, you want to see me ride another man’s cock like this?” She knew the answer and I moaned. “You want to watch me suck another guy’s cock into my mouth and make him groan?” My only reply through the thoughts and pleasure was another moan. “You want to see me totally use him until I’m happy, don’t you?” she asked, demanding an answer. “Yessss,” I hissed as her pussy milked my cock. “And then you want to watch while he pounds me until he cums, huh?” I gave her the same guttural response.

Moving her hips just right, she rubbed her clit against me as her pussy ground back and forth on my shaft. I could feel the swollen knob of my cockhead as it stirred in her depths and the sweet grip of her lips as they grasped and released the base of my cock. When she finally came, it was with her eyes closed and I wondered if she was envisioning another man beneath her? Perhaps considering how this would feel if the cock inside her was just a little bigger?

When her climax had passed, she lifted herself from me and rolled back over onto her back. Knowing what was coming, I got up onto my knees, but I wasn’t prepared for what she said. She’d never been so bold before. “Come pound me,” she said in a hoarse voice. “Show me how you want to see another man fuck my pussy.” Kneeling between her spread thighs, I took my length in hand and guided it to her, rubbing it back and forth on the swollen nub of her clit, making her jump in pleasure. Then I pressed my cock into her, spreading her pussy lips – watching as they opened and stretched around me and seemed to draw me in. Holding her legs at the backs of her knees, I held them high and wide as I began to pump myself in and out of her depths. I had just cum a few minutes before and so this pumping was going to last her awhile.

As I moved within her, I closed my eyes and saw another man between her legs – his cock splitting her pussy open – my wife’s hungry sex welcoming him and enjoying his thrusts. When I opened my eyes and looked down, I could see her pussy clutching my cock as I plunged into her and I was surprised to see her playing with her nipples – that was something she’d never done before though I’d always wondered why not?

When my orgasm finally came upon me, I buried myself to my limits into her, seeing another man’s rubber-clad cock doing the same and pulsing in that erotic rhythm that resulted in the jets of his cum filling up her pussy. After we’d both caught our breath, my wife smiling up at me as her warm swollen pussy throbbed from her double-fucking, we cleaned up and returned to bed to snuggle. I fell asleep with her close against me, wondering if I’d ever really see her take another man.

The scene had taken months to set up. After we’d agreed that my loving wife did indeed want another man, and I did indeed want to watch her, we started taking steps to arrange just such an event. During all of our planning stages, it was agreed that, for memory’s sake, while she was “with” the man, whoever it turned out to be, I’d be able to run a video camera and take still pictures. I think the idea of showing off for the camera only excited her all the more.

We discussed various options for finding the “other man”, and I realized that each time we talked about it, the sex we enjoyed afterward was always pretty wild. Mary had a tendency to talk more and became more demanding in the pleasures she was enjoying. If she wanted me to eat her, she would make that clear by touch or by words. If she wanted to taste my length, she’d push me over and do so, or she’d ask me to feed her my cock. The way she began to open up and be less inhibited in our physical relations turned me on and I felt that, even if she never fulfilled the fantasy of having another man, we’d have still benefited from the situation.

In the end, we decided that we were uncomfortable planning an event. We had placed an ad on the Internet and got several hundred responses, but it just didn’t feel right to select, by a formal process, the guy she’d have to enjoy. There seemed no sense of spontaneity – no excitement. Sure, the idea was still exciting. But after you’ve reviewed a couple hundred pictures of guys and their dicks, it’s just a bunch of guys and their dicks. Mary had no way of sensing whether or not she’d “click” with any of them – or if they’d “click” with her.

As a result, we decided to spend a four-day weekend away, at a local resort town not far from where we live. With three nights all to ourselves, we figured we could dance and drink at a collection of different bars/clubs, and if Mary met a guy she felt she wanted, then we’d make that offer. As the weekend approached, we both become more and more excited, anticipating all the possibilities, and recognizing again that, even if the fantasy didn’t come true, we still were going to have three nights away and our sex life had improved along the way.

On the first night away, we visited about three different bars, dancing and drinking in each one. In an effort to make Mary appear more available, I encouraged her to dance without me, approaching any man she found attractive and showing her interest by dancing with him. It was only after a few drinks and a couple hours together that she tried to do that, and even then it was while I was in the bathroom. I left her at the bar and when I came back, she was on the floor dancing between two younger guys that we’d seen earlier. She’d mentioned one of them to me, pointing him out and saying she thought he had a nice ass. She jokingly wondered out loud if his cock was as nice as his ass, and if so, she thought it would be a fine package.

As they danced, the guys moved in and out, closer and farther from her, at one point sandwiching her body between theirs. The guy in front of her had his hands on her hips, holding her against him, pressing his hips forward into her. She had her hands on his shoulders, arching her back and pushing her crotch forward against his. The other guy was behind her, his crotch pressed against her ass; his hands on her waist; her back pressed against his chest. As I watched, she was laughing and smiling as the guy behind her leaned down to put his mouth close to her ear, saying things that I could only imagine about. Whatever he was saying, she was smiling and agreeing pretty regularly. My cock twitched as I watched and wondered.

When she was sweaty and tired, my wife apparently said good night to the two guys, kissing each of them on the cheek and giving them long hugs. The taller of the two, as she hugged him, reached a hand down to grasp her ass, pulling her hard against him. His other arm encircled her waist and I noticed that her eyes glazed over just slightly at the feeling of his hand, full of her left ass cheek, pulling her body against his. When he released her, she again said good night and walked away from them, but not to me – instead she went toward the lady’s room. The two friends on the floor had apparently decided to split and left while she was still taking care of nature’s business.

When she came out of the restroom, she glanced around and saw that they were gone, and upon realizing that, she turned and walked over to me. She had a big smile on her face the entire time and when she got to me, without any pause at all, she gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss. The kiss lasted for several minutes and ended with her sucking my tongue for several dozen strokes. To say that I was rock hard would have been an understatement. When she finally pulled away, she didn’t go far, leaning into me and whispering in my ear. “I’m wet and horny and I need you to take me back to the hotel so you can fuck me right now.” I was not about to argue and it was wonderful. Back in our hotel room while we were in the midst of our passions, I was surprised to hear my wife, for the first time ever in our relationship, begging me to, “Fuck me harder,” and “pound my pussy.” When we’d finished and were laying snuggled together, I was even more surprised to hear my wonderful sexy wife tell me, “That was terrific. But I wish I had more cock.” She was asleep just moments later and I wondered if she’d even been aware that she’d said it out loud.

“Hi honey, have a nice time at golf?”

Jade was sitting in a large wingback chair, one long leg draped casually over the upholstered arm. Her long hair hung over her shoulders and her lips glistened moistly beneath the gloss she had applied. She was completely naked except for a pair of thigh-high black leather boots. Warren’s eyes swept over her face, her erect nipples, her smooth pussy and then back to her legs. She extended her foot teasingly, letting him see the four-inch high stiletto heels and the way the supple leather cradled her calves and her thighs. But despite her shameless pose he saw her tremble with need. Warren caught a glimpse of a small brown beauty spot peeking out from the inside of her right thigh where the leather ended. Lust washed through him like a tidal wave as his desire soared. She stirred in him feelings and passion he never knew existed. It was if they had an unparalleled chemistry between them. God, he wanted to fuck her hard and fast and brutally like he would a slut. And afterwards, when his raging heat was tempered he wanted to make tender passionate love to her.

He stripped his clothes off slowly in silence. His intense eyes blazed with desire and seared into her soul. Jade struggled to breathe. Her body quivered with wanton need. The sexual tension in the air was thick and she smelled her arousal drifting up from between her legs. Her eyes fixed on the stiffening arch of his thick cock and she reached a hand down to her throbbing pussy.

“Don’t you dare touch your cunt!” Warren hissed. “It’s mine tonight, just like you are mine tonight slut.” His words and crude language thrilled her. “Now open your cunt, bitch and feed it to me.”

He knelt down and pushed his face into the smoldering prize between her legs. Her bulbous lips were elongated like a pear, a ripe juicy pear, Warren thought, with a gash through the center He inhaled deeply smelling her hot cunty aroma mingled with the scent of new leather. His tongue snaked into her moist folds for a second then lightly flicked over the hardened knob of pink flesh, before trailing to the insides of her thigh. Jade gasped and almost jumped with the maddening sensation. His tongue had set off a million nerves in her sensitive clit. Warren smiled, enjoying the groans she emitted. He pulled her off the chair and pushed her onto the bed. He crawled between her leather clad thighs and tasted her cunt slowly, letting his tongue glide through her begging flesh and savoring it. His cock was hurting, palpitating, wanting to plug her, but he was immersed in his feast of fuck flesh. Jade’s cunt streamed with his saliva and her own juice. She shifted her hips upward as his tongue found its mark. He gnawed her and tongue fucked her taking the speed from her motions until she screamed out in exquisite release.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Are you always that good?”

Warren moved towards her face, her moisture glowing around the circumference of his mouth and he kissed her deeply. Her heart thudded as his tongue danced with hers. She tasted herself on him, but it was the actual kiss that rocked her. They had been so intimate with each other but had never kissed until this moment. Careful, Jade she chided herself, as she kissed him back passionately, lust was one thing, emotions quite another. She dragged her mouth away from his and slid her tongue down his chest to his nipples. Who the fuck was she kidding, she knew she had real feelings for Warren.

“Suck me!” he urged pressing his cock into her mouth. She licked the glistening head and let her tongue glide along his thick shaft. She slid a finger into her cunt and wet it before pressing it into the entrance to his tight ass. With her digit deeply buried in his ass she drew his cock deep into her mouth and sucked him fervently. Warren let out a guttural groan as she worked his prostate and deep throated his cock. He thrust against her mouth and howled as a thick load of cum erupted from him coating her tongue and throat. Jade swallowed deeply, relishing the taste of his loins. With her mouth still wet with his seed she pressed her lips to his and kissed him.

“So you want to fuck me?” Jade asked stroking his still hard cock.

“Hell yes, I want to do you in those sexy fucking boots and then I want to make love to you.”

“Do me?” she said teasingly, climbing off the bed and striking a lurid pose. She bent over the dresser and watched him in the reflection from the mirror above it. She spread the cheeks of her ass open, exposing her tight puckered hole to him. “How about you come do my ass!”

Warren’s cock surged. She was offering him a rare kinky delight. It was not something he had been lucky enough to have since he had been married. Jade looked over her shoulder at him alluringly, flexing her sleek body. He moved fast bending towards her and pressing his wet tongue between her ass cheeks. She moaned as she felt him rim and probe her, sliding first one finger then two into her tight anal canal.

“God, Jadie you are beautiful,” he groaned as he felt her yield to his fingers.

He reached for a tube of gel in the drawer and slicked his cock with it. He rubbed some inside her and guided the head of his throbbing dick into the greasy crease between her cheeks. She tensed slightly and then forced herself to relax, waiting for the exquisite pain of his entry into her humid depths. He pressed himself against the rubbery ring of her anus and she felt it give way as he thrust his entire length into her.

“Fuck me hard,” she whimpered. “Fuck me like I am your slut.”

Her words pounded in his head and he let himself go pumping her with savage ferocity. Jade met him thrust for thrust. Every outward motion caused her to tighten and every inward push caused him to grunt. He reached between her legs and strummed her clit as her head dropped forward in pleasure.

“Warren,” she gasped, I’m almost there.

He didn’t reply. He simply stepped up the rhythm until she let out a piercing wail of pleasure. It was the wail of something primeval, untamed. Her scream resonated in Warren’s ears as the air left his lungs in a burning rush while her rectal spasms milked his cock of every drop of his cum. They collapsed together onto the bed and let their breathing return to normal as they basked in the aftermath of their orgasms.

Much later he woke to the sounds of Room Service delivering dinner. Jade was freshly bathed and dressed in a short silky white robe.

“I have to keep your strength up.” She poured him a glass of wine, and offered him a plate of food. “You promised to make love to me.”

“Yes and I am a man who keeps my promises,” he quipped. They ate dinner, speaking in hushed tones. He reached over and moved a stray piece of hair from her face. She stroked his hand lightly and they both felt the surge of sexual energy between them.

“Let me take a quick shower,” he said huskily kissing her mouth.

Jade tidied up while he showered. Her heart beat quickly and her pussy began to pulse. Wetness seeped from her tight cunt as she thought of the experience that they were about to share. He came up behind her, embraced her and kissed her neck. She shrugged off her silk robe and Warren ran his fingers ever so softly over her body. Just enough to catch the fine hairs that covered her skin. She sighed reveling in his soft touch and his fresh masculine scent. His mouth moved to her nipples and kissed them.

“Bite them please Warren,” she groaned. He let his tongue slide over her hard peaks and he nibbled them. Firmly enough to send bolts shooting to her cunt, but not enough to hurt her. His fingers slid into her pussy and he felt her slickness. She lay back on the bed and ran her hand through his hair as he licked her wet folds and dragged his tongue teasingly across her clit. Jade bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from screaming from the intense sensations. She wanted him inside her and his salacious licks only increased the flow of her secretions. She pressed her hips forward insistently.

“You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you my angel,” he said breathing hard and moving between her thighs. His cock felt like it was bigger than it had ever been and he guided the swollen mushroom head to her waiting cunt. Jade groaned in deep excitement. They had experienced such raw sexuality together at the Retreat, but tonight they would reach new heights. Warren moved his tumescent cock along the outside of her pussy and then between the wet, slippery lips. He was teasing her, holding off, and enjoying her ragged breathing, punctuated with groans.

“Please baby,” she begged.

He dipped the very tip of his cock into the small opening of her vagina, and she saw the look of confusion in his eyes as he struggled to make progress. She wanted him so badly, but now she was afraid that he would never get into her.

Tight! God, she was so fucking tight! “Jade what have you done?”

“The procedure,” she gasped as he slowly managed to get the head of his cock inside her.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” he groaned as he felt her incredible tightness. She snaked her legs around his waist and urged him in deeper. His passion rose as he felt her wetness running over the knob of his cock. He kissed her tenderly and pushed his hips forward, sinking more of his cock into her snug tunnel.

“Jadie, darling you’re so tight, I don’t know how long I can last.”

He was right, about the tightness. She didn’t remember being this tight when she lost her virginity. A couple of inches of his cock remained outside her.

“I want it all, give it to me,” she urged.

He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. His lips found hers again in a scorching kiss and he rammed as hard as he could up through her. She screamed out from the pain and he gave her a moment to adjust before pumping into her. The head of his cock rubbed against the sensitive internal walls of her cunt and she quivered and bucked beneath him. He began to roll his hips slightly moving his cock inside the tight cavern of her creamy cunt. Every nerve in her pussy and clitoris responded.

“Ahh God, yesss!” she cried as spasms of release tore through her. Her clenching pushed him over the edge.

“Jadie baby, yes baby cum for me!” With a deep anguished moan, Warren felt his orgasm rip from his cock into her clutching cunt as with each quiver of ecstasy she milked jet after jet of sperm from him.

Jade’s body ached the next day as she packed the last of her clothes into her case. But it was a deeply satisfying ache. A knock on the door sounded and Dr. Mann walked in. He looked around the room, taking in the empty wine bottle, the disheveled and soiled sheets. He smiled knowingly and winked at Jade.

“So a good time was had by all?”

Warren still didn’t like Dr. Mann much, but he had to admit that the stay at the Retreat had been amazing. He reached out and shook the doctor’s hand.

“Yeah it was awesome.”

“Thank you,” Jade said impulsively kissing Dr. Mann lightly on the cheek. “Maybe we’ll see you again soon.”

Dr. Mann appraised her. Damn, he was almost tempted to break his own rules. If only she was single…

“No, unfortunately you won’t see me here again.”

“Why not?” Jade asked curiously.

‘Well,” he replied, “we don’t take second time visits to the Retreat.”

“That’s crazy,” Warren retorted. “Everyone welcomes repeat business and you have a potential gold mine here.”

Dr. Mann smiled, “Yes, but it’s not just about the money,” he said softly. “We have a waiting list longer than my arm. You see the reason we offer this service to married couples is so they can discover the joys of sharing their bodies and experience the ultimate in pleasure. You know how often sex in marriage becomes a rut.” He smiled and continued, “Well, we help you to overcome and avoid that. But the Retreat and the discovery of the Gateway to Pleasure is not the end or the final destination. It’s only the beginning of the journey,” he enthused. “Now together you have to see where that journey will lead you.”

Warren and Jade stared at him in silence. The enormity of what he had said sinking in. They had experienced in three days, what some married couples would never experience in a lifetime.

“Most couples never look back after this experience. Dr. Mann’s voice dropped, “Truthfully though, we have had one couple who didn’t quite make it.”

“What do you mean,” Jade asked her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, a couple committed suicide recently. Terribly sad, they went to all sorts of lengths to get in for a second session, and just wouldn’t take no for an answer. They sent us a letter threatening to get us closed down and even went as far as trying to bribe an employee. I guess we didn’t realize how desperate they really were.”

“So you are telling us that a couple killed themselves because you wouldn’t have them back here!” Warren said incredulously. A shiver ran up Jade’s spine. My God, she thought, Dr. Mann and his Retreat had done their work too damn well. That was what they were ‘guilty’ of.

“Yes,” Dr. Mann replied, a look of genuine sadness clouding his eyes. “The Police found an explanatory note. I suppose you never know people,” he said shaking his head. “But you two have nothing to worry about, I’m certain of that. You’ve discovered the Gateway to Pleasure together and it will just keep getting better. Your journey’s only begun…”

They drove back to the city in silence. Each immersed in deep thought. The irony of Dr. Mann’s final words rang in their ears. Jade studied Warren’s profile. God she was going to miss him but he had to be true to those who trusted him. He was married and had a family. She knew it, he had never made a secret of it. Besides she was a hard-nosed reporter in the big, bad real world. Dammit, she thought, blinking back a tear, she knew all stories didn’t have happy endings. As if sensing her thoughts, Warren turned to her.

“Jadie…”

She pressed her finger to his lips.

“Shhh Warren don’t say it. I know and I have no regrets. I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.” She smiled gently. “Please drop me at the office. I have an editor who I have to convince that there was no story.”

A brief flash of pain streaked across Warren’s face and he accelerated, far exceeding the speed limit. What an unbelievable fucking story there was, he thought wryly. One that would remain etched in his heart and his mind forever. He stopped outside Jade’s office. She touched his cheek and bounced out of the car.

“Don’t get out Counselor,” she said retrieving her case from the trunk, and striding purposefully to the entrance.

He drove away, her perfume lingered in the car and he touched the passenger seat to feel her warmth. His eye caught a bag tucked underneath the bucket seat. He pulled it up and it fell open to reveal her black thigh-high leather boots. His heart lurched but he smiled. He would never be able to look at a pair of boots or smell the rich scent of new leather again without thinking of her. She was a very special girl, someone he would never forget. Maybe she would call about the boots… Maybe in a weak moment he would phone her. Maybe…

Dr. Mann sat in his office awaiting the arrival of the first new couple of the day, but his mind was on Warren and Jade. They were the most complex and unusual couple he had ever come across, and yet he was strangely affected by Jade’s sexuality. She had been the only person with whom he had ever dropped his professional guard. There was something about her that he couldn’t fathom, but he found her madly intoxicating. Christ he thought, guiltily, as if fucking her hadn’t been unethical enough, now this! His hand trembled as he touched the videotapes on his desk. One was of Jade’s ‘procedure’ the other of Warren ‘deflowering’ her. His head pounded, how could he have jeopardized his reputation and career by behaving so damn unethically? He would just have to be careful, very careful and make sure no-one ever found out about them. He hastily locked the videotapes away but his cock throbbed in anticipation of watching them later.

I watch as he handles himself, slowly pressing his buoyant cock down to press against my welcoming hole. I watch as well as feel him pressing into me, the wide head stretching me, pulling me wide apart to accept his pleasure. As he slides inside of me, my head falls back and I purr, the pleasure vibrating from my pussy to every part of my body.

“Oh yeah, you’re so hot, so wet. Oh fuck, I knew you’d be this good from the moment I lay eyes on you.”

His words vibrate along my skin, as his cock strokes in and out of me like a violinist playing a jig. My legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper, my hands cling to his strong arms, holding him to me, wanting to know it’s real.

“They seem to think it’s good too.” I freeze beneath him, and go to move my head to the side. “No, no don’t look. Close your eyes.”

I so want to look over to the window, but I close my eyes, wanting to please. I always want to please, mostly to make my life easier, to keep myself out of the line of fire. I’m surprised by the purity of my need to please this time. I don’t do it for any other reason than to give this man pleasure.

“There’s two of them. Young lad, young woman and they’re watching us. They’re watching you, on your back, naked and legs spread wide letting me, a near stranger, fuck you. Yes, they probably watched as I licked you, they can probably hear you too, you noisy slut.”

I’d have slapped Steve if he called me a name like that, but from these masculine lips it sounds almost like an endearment and In that moment I was so turned on, he could have called me anything and it would have made my cunt contract. His rhythm is pounding. My breasts are bouncing wildly and I can hear the gentle creak of wooden feet against wooden floor.

“You love having an audience don’t you?” I nod my head, to indicate that I do. I didn’t know it before, but tonight I was definitely learning all kinds of new things. “The idea of that young couple fuelling their ardour by watching me bang my hard cock into your naked, pleading body drives you crazy. I bet they’re thanking their luck stars. Walking passed this window tonight. I swear the guy is stroking his cock. I can just see his shoulder moving. It’s harder to tell, but I bet the young girl has her fingers in her knickers too. They’re getting off on the sight of you’re beautiful body, God you are perfect!”

He groans and his rhythm increases, the rub of his jeaned legs chaffing the inside of my thighs, the edge of his soft shirt tickling my nether lips and fluttering against my clit. I feel like my whole body *is* pleasure. I’m on a plain above orgasm, where every moment, ever noise, every sensation is orgasmic and as he growls and moans and stiffens above me I scream out in pleasure as I spasm around his creaming cock.

His body falls forward, his head lays against my shoulder and I wrap my arms around him. I’m overwhelmed with a host of emotions, plagued with a host of questions and impended by the inability of opening my mouth.

“Hush.” He says, placing a finger still scented by my juices, over my lips. “We will talk it through tomorrow, lets just enjoy it for now ok?”

I nod, and stroke his back. Content in the arms of a nameless man, in a strange place, becoming a part of a fairytale cliché, falling in love with the man whom gazed at her across a crowded ballroom.