Chapter 1
"I just want you to know I'm dead set against this," I said emphatically, rising from the sofa to wander around the room.
"Todd Lawrence. Stop being such a conservative prude. We already agreed to this, and that's that."
Linda's eyes flashed the degree of her anger, and I didn't press the issue. We were committed to meeting with a fantasy therapist to help our boring sex life. Our marriage counselor made the arrangements and there was nothing left but to wait. My earlier objections had met with the same reaction, so I knew better than to try to wriggle my way out of this one.
"We're both a little nervous. Come on; admit it. How about a glass of wine to calm the jitters?" I asked. Linda's eyes quieted.
"Okay. I guess I am a little nervous. What do you suppose she's going to do? Do you think we're going to have to make love in front of her?"
"I don't know. Christ, I hope not. I don't think I could do that. Could you?" I turned towards the kitchen to get the wine, Linda following right behind me.
"I don't think so. I mean, I could probably get naked, but actually screw in front of a stranger?" Linda's body shook as though the idea were totally repulsive.
"Now who's being the prude? Sounds like you need this wine as much as I do. We can always back out, you know." I poured the wine and looked at Linda, a little hopeful I think.
"No. We both admit our sex life is pretty dull. Let's do something about it before it becomes a problem."
Raising my wine glass, I said, "I love you. I'll do whatever it takes to keep this marriage together and healthy. If that means whipping out my dick in front of a stranger, then that's what I'll do."
Linda clinked my glass with hers. "Same here."
"You look gorgeous tonight. Is that a new dress?" That sounded like a good conversation turner to me. I wanted to get my mind off whatever the evening held in store.
The doorbell kept Linda from answering. "I'll get it," I said. "Don't kill off that bottle while I'm gone!"
I wasn't prepared for the striking beauty waiting at the front door to our condominium. A pale woman with creamy white skin stood sexily in a black dress, the front cut low, a long slit running up one side to expose a slender leg practically up to her hip. A large necklace stood out against her cleavage. The bauble was an intricate combination of silver and turquoise. Bracelets jangled as she extended her arm. "The Lawrence residence?" she asked with a soft and sultry voice, her hand flicking long black tresses away from her face.
"Uh, yes. Are you Camille?"
"Were you expecting someone else?"
"No, of course not. Please, come in." I stumbled over my words, probably because my tongue hung out so far it almost touched my chin. I stepped aside and the strong smell of exotic perfume floated beneath my nose. It was quite distinctive, a strange blend of mixed aromas, like differently scented incense all burning at the same time.
"My wife, Linda," I said, catching up to her. "Can I get you a glass of wine?"
"That would be nice. Tell me, Mr. Lawrence, do you have a penis?"
"What!"
"Your wife is beautifully dressed, her breasts seductively alluring, her body tempting in its attractiveness.
You, Mr. Lawrence, have the sex appeal of a bag of potatoes. You should offer your lovely wife the same stimulation she gives to you. Your shirt should be open to display the manliness of your chest; your pants should caress your cock and your balls to place them on teasing display."
"I fail to see how my attire has anything to do with my sex appeal. These clothes are comfortable."
"But not sexy," Camille responded. "I can see you'll be a real challenge!"
I didn't give her the courtesy of letting her know that she had irritated me. Instead, I went off to the kitchen to retrieve the wine. When I returned to the living room, Linda and Camille were sitting on the sofa, so I took the chair opposite them, the coffee table between us. I filled our glasses, sat back, and tried to resist Camille's grating way.
Camille sipped on her wine and let her arm wander behind Linda's shoulders. "You're both too tense. This isn't a good beginning." Her hand snaked over Linda's shoulder and Linda glanced over at it. "Touching can be a fantasy in itself. Do you like to be touched, Linda?"
"Yes. By Todd." Linda looked at me, a plea resting in her eyes. She didn't move, but it was obvious she was not thrilled by this exotic looking woman massaging her shoulder.
"And, Todd, do you like to be touched? Do you like to hands groping around your testicles, sliding along your cock, playing with the fine hairs of your crotch?"
"Uh, yes, I guess so." Her direct approach was a little hard to deal with. Linda and I were not as frank or open in discussing sex.
Camille lowered her hand to Linda's breast, circled her palm over its supple surface. Then she opened the front of Linda's dress to give fleeting glimpses of the white flesh beneath.
"Fondling a woman's breast is quite a turn-on. Watch my hand, Todd, imagine your own hand in its place." Camille undid the top button of Linda's dress and pulled the fabric beneath her bra-covered mound. "A veiled nipple is highly erotic," she said, her fingers squeezing the dark circle of Linda's tit to raise her nipple against the bra.
Linda's eyes closed, her head falling back onto Camille's arm. She didn't resist the woman's manipulations, seemed to enjoy the attention lavished on her breast.
The bra slipped down, exposing her breast fully. Camille's fingers worked the tip into erection, her other hand coming to open the dress and display Linda's chest. Both hands worked my wife's body as I stared. My cock stiffened in my shorts, the sight definitely arousing.
Camille sent one hand to Linda's leg and slowly raised the hem of her dress. I gazed at the exposed flesh as if I was seeing it for the first time. My cock thumped with each additional inch of skin bared for my enjoyment. The sight of her panty-covered pussy made me catch my breath, heat flashing throughout my body.
Linda began to sigh and moan, her legs parting to give free and easy access to all her womanly charms. Camille played with the panties, pulled on her pubic hair around its edges, slid her hand up and down Linda's sensuous thighs. I couldn't believe how excited I had become by watching someone else toy with my wife. And a woman besides! The more Camille played, the more I squirmed in my chair.
"Do what comes naturally, Mr. Lawrence," Camille said. "Linda is responding nicely, isn't she?"
I couldn't say a word, my eyes glued to the foreign hand digging at Linda's cunt. Camille had the dress fully opened and scurried over the garter belt and panties covering my wife's coveted crotch.
"Touch yourself, Mr. Lawrence. Touch yourself wherever you like. Do whatever pleases you."
"Call me Todd. Forget formalities."
"Very well, Todd." Camille changed position, freeing her arm so she could strip Linda. I was amazed that Linda so willingly helped her, her body naked in just moments.
"Have you ever really looked at your wife's pussy, Todd? It's the most beautiful thing in the world."
My hands groped in my crotch as Camille parted Linda's hairy lips, allowing me to gaze up my wife's cunt, to really see the delicate construction of a woman's most prized possession.
"You must please your wife as much as she is pleasing you. Take off your clothes, Todd. Touch yourself the way you like to be touched. Let Linda know your pleasure."
I was so turned on that I actually forgot Camille was even in the room, my concentration focused on Linda's wide-open cunt, her legs flailing rhythmically to work her pussy around Camille's prying fingers. I stripped myself as though Linda and I were the only two people in the room.
"Ah, you do have a penis," Camille said. "Watch, Linda, watch your husband touch himself. Learn what it is that he wants you to do."
My hands, of course, were busy fondling my balls and stroking my drooling erection. My legs were wide open so I could touch my needy crotch, my hands firm and gripping.
When Camille began caressing Linda's entire body, I found myself matching her move for move. One hand came to my chest to roll my nipples around while the other flew back and forth across my hairy stomach. Then they shot down my legs, up the insides of my thighs to scoop up my nuts and flatten them against my pounding cock; my crack exposed right down to my asshole. Seeing Linda stare at me was a real rush. I furiously stroked my dick at the gorgeous sight across the coffee table.
Camille removed her hands, let Linda work herself. We sat across from each other, our hands massaging and masturbating, our bodies displayed for what normally was a private act. We watched each other, staring like engrossed voyeurs. Finally, I could resist my wife no longer, joined her on the sofa, my hard-on demanding to be lodged inside a hot and moist pussy.
I don't know what happened to Camille, where she went, but we had the sofa to ourselves. I laid Linda down, showered her face and neck with kisses as I lined myself up to dive into her box. My dick was dripping wet and entry would be swift and easy. My hand spread her lips and found her hole, darted one finger inside to make sure she was ready for me. She was! Her cunt was hot and flowing around my probing finger.
My hands spread her cuntlips as my cock drove steadily up her slick channel. She closed herself around me, caressed my cock with hot, velvety flesh. I pushed myself all the way in until my balls rested comfortably between her legs, felt the wonderful heat of her ass. My hands journeyed up to her tits and I was ready to begin the stroking climb to climax, one that wouldn't be far away.
Linda's hands raked across my back, then came to rest on my bobbing butt. Her fingers dug into my flesh to add force to my thrusts. Her hands parted my crack, exposed my asshole to cool air. The contrast in temperatures sent a chill up my spine.
My hands were all over her tits, my fingers grasping and spreading as I raced around her ample mounds. Her nipples pushed against me as I skimmed across them. My hips pumped more rapidly than I could ever recall, my body pounding her into the sofa. Linda must have been just as turned on because her hips slammed into me with equal gusto.
Her hands on my ass stimulated me even further, her fingers occasionally slipping into my crack to toy with my asshole. My own hands knew the delicacies of excited tits, her mounds a contrast of texture and firmness.
When I began to grunt, I knew climax would not be far behind, my cock swollen to the max. I've never been able to tell when Linda is close to orgasm, but something told me this time that she, too, was well on her way.
There was a wonderful difference in the way she fucked me, the power behind her thrusts magnificently greater. I hoped that meant she was realizing an orgasm of monumental size.
With climax approaching, I circled my hips, shortened my strokes, picked up speed. I needed to touch every part of her pussy, to add the stimulating feel of her flesh to the sensitive skin covering my cock's bulbous head. Her hole clamped around me to intensify the already glorious pressure on my pulsing prong. Her grip was as tight as my fist!
Even now and then Linda's eagerness would get the best of her and she'd force herself right down to the base of my dick, pulling me totally inside her. Between my circling hips and her clutching cunt, not one spot escaped the touch of my hot cock. It was exactly what I wanted, my dick responding with jerks and tremours that shook my nuts and made my legs tremble. This was as good as our honeymoon. Even better!
"Oh, God! I'm ready to cum!" I said between panting breaths. "Are you ready?"
"Shut up and fuck me!" Linda screamed.
Where had that come from? Linda had never before used such language.
My hands locked onto her tits, squeezed her roundness, into towering obelisks, her nipples jutting straight out. It was only a few strokes later that my dick twitched and burst open like a Fourth of July firecracker. It felt like my cock had split apart from base to tip, the erupting cum gushing out. My hips stopped, all action centered in my spewing cock. My eyes squeezed shut from the intensity of my release, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream of unleashed ecstasy.
And it seemed to last forever. Gob after thick gob jumped from the tip of my fiery dick. I had read somewhere that the average ejaculation is nine shots. I easily surpassed that, and for all I know set a new world record!
When at long last my throbbing, aching cock was fully drained, I was ready to collapse. But I couldn't. Linda waited for the last of my semen to empty into her cunt. Her hips shot back into action, her pussy reaching for the base of my exhausted wand. Obviously, she meant to reach her climax, to find the enjoyment I had just experienced.
My body was there but my mind was off in the clouds. Linda seemed oblivious to anything but my dick inside her box, her cunt working up and down my shaft to stimulate her body into releasing its cum. I slowly came back to reality, started my hips pumping my meat into her once more. The sensations colliding within my rod had a strange new feel, less than before, but still sensuously pleasurable. But my manhood was no longer the focus. My dick was now nothing more than an instrument to bring about Linda's much needed climax.
I hate to admit it, but my actions were more mechanical than lust-driven. My urgent needs had been fulfilled and this continuation was more out of a sense of duty than one of desire. I prayed Linda couldn't read my mind, would never know that once I came I was ready to quit. Thank God my dick had the decency to remain erect! The though of going soft worried me.
My fears were groundless. I was fully firm when Linda splashed her cunt honey around my shaft. Her body in a wrenching orgasm, her hips thrust upwards; her ass raised from the sofa. Her eyes were closed but her scream was certainly not silent. Hot fluids flew over my dick and her cries matched her pussy blast for blast. In the middle of her release, she suddenly began to tremble and lowered back onto the sofa. Now here limbs were flopping around me, her head rolling from side to side.
Still flowing, a river of warm juices washing over my flesh, Linda pulled my mouth onto hers. Her kiss was passionate, eager. I kissed her back with equal affection, both of us loving the strength of our realized orgasms, the best we'd had in ages.
Something reminded me that we were not alone. I lifted up and searched for Camille. She sat, cross-legged in the chair across from us. A smile adorned her face.
"You both found pleasure, am I right?" she asked.
I looked down at Linda, my own smile broad. "I think that's a safe assumption," I said.
Don't ask me why, but I was suddenly aware of my nakedness, of my cock residing comfortably in my wife's cunt. I pulled out and sat on the sofa with my hands cupped over my genitalia, a stupid move considering what Camille had already witnessed.
"It is somewhat late for modesty, Mr. Laurence," Camille pointed out. "You have a very attractive member and should not be ashamed to show it to anyone who cares to see it. And you, Linda, have a very appealing figure."
Linda sat next to me, her hands quite unsure of where to go or what to do. She reached over and took one of my hands out of my crotch and held it, squeezed it as if to say everything would be fine from now on.
"There is nothing wrong with your lovemaking," Camille stated flatly, her eyes wandering all over our bodies. "I suspect that what you are lacking is simple variety. New positions would help, but that's not the answer, either. In how many rooms of your lovely home have you made love?"
"Here and the bedroom, why?" I asked.
"So there is part of the problem! Don't forget the shower, or the kitchen, or in the closet. And what about outside your home? Make love beneath the stars, or in the ocean, or ... Well, be creative. Come up with new locations. Add a touch of danger to your sex. Do it where people are not expected to do it, or where there is a slight possibility of being discovered. It will excite you!"
"Is that it? Is that all we need?" Linda asked.
"No, not exactly. But it's one place to start. That's all for tonight. I will come again tomorrow night. At the same time?"
"Yes, that's fine," I said. "But what about the fantasy?"
"I'm afriad you're not quite ready. Yet. You, Todd, must give up some of your conservative ways before we delve into the wonderful world of fantasy sex."
"I don't understand," I said, then realized that one hand remained firmly covering my cock. "You mean?" I said, my eyes lowering to my crotch.
"For starters. Now, I must leave you. There is no need to see me to the door. Until tomorrow night."
Camille rose up from the chair and exited, leaving us naked and satisfied on the sofa, wondering what the hell we'd gotten ourselves into!