Chapter 10
Michele grabbed Bernard by the hand and led him back into the backyard.
The full moon had moved behind a tree so there were shadows across their faces.
The black-haired woman turned to her lover and placed a gentle palm on the side of his handsome face.
She caressed his cheek with her fingertips, and allowed them to wander a crooked path over his puffy lips.
"It seems so long ago since we first stood here," Michele said.
She was looking straight into his eyes with sincere affection.
He placed his hands at the small of her back and pulled her close to him.
He could feel her hard, erect nipples brushing against his chest.
"It was an eternity ago," he said in a whispery voice.
They moved so that their lips were only an inch apart.
They could feel the hot moistness of each other's panting breath.
They both had the scent of sex about them in spite of the night air.
"We were strangers when the night began," Michele said.
"We are strangers now, Michele. I know nothing about you."
"But you know everything about me, Bernard. You know every detail of me."
"I know about your wonderful body. But I know nothing of your soul."
"My soul and my body are one. I am a sensate. I live for pleasure. Some may consider that a shallow way of living. Fuck them. They should try it before they knock it. Those who don't play the game should not be allowed to make up the rules," Michele said, never raising her voice above a whisper.
Even though there was no one else in the backyard she behaved as if she were keeping a secret from the world as she spoke to the man.
She kissed at his lower lip with little sips of her puckered lips.
She flicked the tip of her tongue across his lips to wet them.
She them planted her lips firmly upon his and writhed them sensuously.
Soon they were touching the tips of their tongues.
In a night of raw passion, the moment was very tender.
They touched each other as gently as they could, treating each other as if they were fragile and would break easily.
That sought the subtlest caress as they stroked.
Michele pressed her body snug against Bernard.
He could feel those huge tits, ripe melons, against him.
He pulled her even tighter against them and they explored the insides of mouths with their tongues.
Teeth, gums and cheeks were licked until the flavor was gone.
They could both tell that passion was blossoming again.
Bernard could feel the ache returning to his balls.
He could feel his cock, still limp between his parted thighs, starting to tingle and make its presence known.
Then his cock began to throb and he knew that that throbbing would only get worse until the prick began to grow.
He could feel the tip of his cock starting to lift up in the air, defying the force of gravity.
Bernard felt his pisshole touching the front of Michele's thigh.
He pulled his hips away from hers for a moment and his cock shot upward.
When he pressed his hips forward again his cock pointed at the stars in the cloudless night sky.
Michele could feel the base of his cock pressing against the base of the black-haired woman's mound.
Bernard had just assumed that he wouldn't be able to get it up again.
He was sure that he had spent his last drop of come.
He couldn't even remember how many orgasms he had had during the course of the hot suburban orgy.
But he knew by this time that he had one more left in him before the night would be through.
At any moment the sky in the east would start to brighten with the morning's impending sunrise.
"Please, Bernard, fuck me one more time. One more time before I go."
"Will I ever see you again?" Bernard asked.
"All you have to do is throw another party."
"Will I ever be able to see you alone. Just the two of us."
"Sorry. That's against the rules, lover. Mac and I work as a team."
Bernard thought that it was good that her marriage had rules.
He knew that he would have to be satisfied with sharing her, just as she would have to be satisfied with sharing him.
He had no intention of leaving Stacy and he had the feeling that his marriage would be strengthened by its new openness.
He figured that a lot of anxieties would be released.
There would be less hostility between the two of them.
They still loved each other, now they shared their bodies.
Both Stacy and Bernard wanted to become real swingers.
They wanted to be sensates just like
MacIntyre and Michele.
Bernard pulled back with his hips and Michele moved her fingers to the back of Bernard's strong neck.
She intertwined her fingers there and held him tightly.
"Fuck me while standing up, big boy," Michele said, pretending that she was Mae West for a moment.
She leaped up and wrapped her legs around him.
She leaned back so that her arms were straight.
Bernard moved the tip of his cock so that it was caressing her pussy flesh.
As they necked she had become hotter than an August sidewalk.
Her pussy flesh was fully engorged with blood.
That poontang was dripping from a fresh flow of cunt juice.
Those glands had usually gone dry in Michele's cunt by this time of the night so that she needed vaseline for lubrication.
But tonight was special. Bernard's ten inch prick made those lubrication secreting glands work overtime.
Bernard rubbed the tip of his clit against her clitoris for a moment and she made her now familiar purring sound.
She could feel her cunt flesh begin to pulsate as he moved the head of his cock to the base of the slit.
Bernard wiggled his hips a little bit, prying at the hole with the head of his fully erect cock.
He had a full ten inches poised at the mouth of Michele's fuck hole and he moved the head between her drooping inner labia.
He entered her quickly, smoothly, filling her completely.
She threw back her head and tears streamed down her cheeks.
She feared that emotions were getting in the way.
She wasn't supposed to fall in love. That was against the rules. She wept.
"FUCK ME HARD' MY LOVE!" Michele screamed.
Bernard rammed and plowed her with all of his might.
She burst into and incredible mind-spinning climax.
The tears continued to stream down her cheeks.