He Wanted Her to be Happy

Elliot Richards walked to the bar across the street from his office at the end of his day. It was his routine to try and wash away the depression hovering over him with a beer, or something stronger, before heading home. It was a small solace in his life.

“Hey, Elliot! How yah doin?” Rich called out.

Rich was a sometimes drink pal at the bar.

“The Usual?”

“Thanks Harry.” Elliot said to the bartender.

“So, where you been Rich?”

“Business trip. Just got back this morning.”

“You’re looking chipper. Good Trip?”

“Yeah. But also just getting home.”

“How So?”

“Well,” Rich leaned in, “Hadn’t seen my wife in two weeks.” He looked around, “I was in need of a good fuck.”

“Good fuck…” Elliot said half heartedly.

“Man, did I marry a woman with talent.”

“A good fuck is hard to find, eh?”

They both laughed.

“How about your wife?”

Elliot looked at his just arrived beer and paused. “Well Rich, some of us aren’t into kiss and tell.” he wink.

“Yeah, yeah, I talk too much. Maybe I brag too much. But she is something. She’s quite open to things.”

Elliot just listened. He liked to just listen.

Rich leaned in again “We recently connected with a swingers group.”

“Really.” Elliot replied with an arched eyebrow.

“Really, she was all in. I get some extra pussy and she gets some extra cock. A fair deal.” Rich laughed.

Elliot looked at his beer.

“Hey Elliot, you’re good looking, they like good looking people. Is your wife good looking?”

Elliot just looked at him.

“Okay bad question. But if you two are interested I should be able to get you in.”

“Well, I don’t know how that would go over.”

“I understand. But if you are interested just text me. Hell, you just need to bring someone, you know.” Rich winked.

“Thanks Rich. I’ll think about it.”

Elliot downed his beer and headed home. As Elliot headed to his car he thought about the conversation.

“Bring your wife he says.” Elliot thought to himself. “Janet and I haven’t had sex in two fucking years. Ha!”

The gloom just settled further.

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Elliot arrived and walked into the den. There, his daughter Deborah on summer break from college, sitting in the Lazy-boy reading a paper back. She took an internship after high school and is bad home, having just finished her freshman year at college.

“Where’s mom?”

“Called to say to say she would be late. Said there’s some leftovers in the fridge.”

“Ah, So what are you reading there? Quite a cover.” as he plopped in the sofa.

“Pulp romance.” She looked at the cover, “Yeah that’s the come on. But there are some steamy scenes.” she smirked.

“Speaking of romance, how was your social life at school?”

Deb looked at him. Elliot encouraged frankness with her. He was never judgmental which brought her closer to him than her mother.

“Just thought I’d ask.”

Deb mumble a noncommittal answer.

Elliot looked at her, “You are 20 now. I suspect you’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Dad!”

Elliot just smiled, “I shouldn’t pry.”

His ways had a way of opening her up. A trust of a lifetime together.

“Well, a few.” She replied, “Quite a few. Damn, sex is great! You wouldn’t believe the opportunities! So many guys.”

He just looked a his daughter with his reassuring smile.

She felt emboldened, “Damn, I even got invited to a frat house party. It was an orgy. An orgy! Fuck it was great. At one point I had one guy in my mouth and another in me from behind.”

“Woh, woh, I don’t need the details.” he laughed.

“Look Honey, I don’t care about the details. I care about you. I know sex is great and I want you to enjoy it. I want you to be happy. But be careful. Guys can hurt you. And not just physically, in the heart too. Understand?”

Deb got up and went to him. She kissed him on the head and gave him a hug. “Oh, dad, how can I be so luck to have a dad like you. A lot on the girls I know, their fathers think they’re saints. But you understand.”

“I was young once too you know.”

She sat next to him. “How about you and Mom? I never hear about your sex life.”

His face went blank and he looked at the floor.

“Dad?”

“Look honey…” he trailed off.

“Dad. you’ve always asked me to be honest with you, right?”

He looked at her. His parenting now coming back to bite him.

“Dad?”

He paused, looked away, then “Look honey… Look, your mom and I… well we haven’t had sex in years.”

The revelation surprised her, “But why.”

“I don’t know really, she don’t seem interested. I’ve tried everything. But in the end I realized she just needed the space.” He looked down.

“How about you? Do you still have, you know, needs?”

“Needs? oh yeah, but…”

“But it doesn’t seem fair.”

“Honey, life isn’t fair. I still love your mother. If for no other reason we brought you into the world.”

She just looked at him.

Now he needed to express himself, “I remember the night we conceived you. She was never passionate, but THAT night… there was a passion I’d never seen in her before or since. I think that came from the desire to bring a baby into the world, to bring YOU into the world. I think it was the greatest night of my life.”

Deborahs eyes began to mist.

“Now don’t you get teary-eyed over your dad. This is my problem, not yours.” He held her hand. “But I thank you for encouraging me to get it off my chest. It has helped, you have helped.”

“But Dad, I can’t imagine being in your situation. Maybe have an affair.” She said half serious.

“God! how would I start? hang around in bars like some sleaze hitting up woman? I could never.”

He slumped back in his chair looking dejected again.

They both went quiet, Deb in agony over her father’s plight.

“Funny, just today Rich my drinking buddy invited me to a swinger’s party. Ha! the catch? Bring you wife, or at least a date.”

Deb fell deep in though. A way forward appeared.

“Dad, you know I’m getting nothing since I’ve come home either. Maybe we can solve both our problems. Why can’t I be your date?”

“What!”

“Think about it. Why not? It sounds hot!” she laughed.

“Deb.”

“No Dad, I’m serious. Why not? you sounded like you were willing, if you could, just a minute ago.”

“Take my daughter to a sex party?” He said archly.

“No, a date.”

“They’ll think I’m robbing the cradle, or worse.”

“Worse.”

He looked at her, “I want you to enjoy sex, but the idea of them thinking you’re and escort. Besides Rich knows I’m married. That seems awkward.”

She thought a moment, “I could be your wife.”

“What?”

“Sure. Does Rich know anything about Mom?”

He thought a moment. “No, nothing. He’s known me less than a year. And I never talk about home.”

“Well?”

“Deb, you’re 20. That’s awful young for me.”

“So we’ll say I’m 22 or 23. I think that’s believable.”

“Nobody would think I’m the type who could attract a 22 year old.”

“Dad… Don’t underestimate yourself. Trust me, I’m a woman.”

“You definitely are, Honey.”

“So?”

Temptation lay before him. His urges, his duty to his wife. And he’s using his own daughter. They all pulled at him. Yet she’s was the champion of this plan, He thought. She sat there in silence and waited.

“If we do it, we can’t give the game away. Ever! To be exposed as corrupting my own daughter…” He trailed off.

“Dad, trust me. I would never give the game away.”

He thought some more. He went silent a few minutes. She patiently watched him. She understood she needed to give him time.

He looked at her, “Then ‘the game is afoot’ as Sherlock put it.”

A grin came across her face. “So, what next? When?”

“Saturday afternoon I believe, ends when it ends he said. I have to text him. He’ll put me in contact.”

He stood up and have her a long look, “Wait until they get look at MY ‘wife!’ Yikes!”

“I’m going to be your wife for an afternoon then?” she said coyly, then laughed.

“You go back to your book. I have to text someone. Then I’m famished.”

He headed to the kitchen, then paused, “My God Elliot, what are you doing!”

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As the weekend approached they gave each other that little look of two people in on a secret. Deborah was giddy with it all. A chance to get laid. Playing the roll of a married woman. And more, a chance to bring a little happiness into the life of the most important man in her life. Her supporter. The one who gave her her confidence. That thought gave her a glow.

Saturday morning He told Janet “Deb and I going over to the park this afternoon. Maybe throw a Frisbee around like the old days.”

“That sounds nice dear. I’m going over to Helen’s. We have lunch date.”

Elliot was relieved. It was a lame story and worse she might have invited herself.

His wife drove off and Elliot went to put on something a little nicer. “Casual they said. Hmm…”

Deb pulled in.

“We have to leave soon Deb. You don’t look ready.”

“I’ll change in the car. Let’s go!”

When they got to the open highway she say said. “Don’t look!” as she opened the bag she brought.

Elliot smiled at the modesty, “I won’t.”

Deb slipped off the shorts. Out of the bag she brought came a black leather skirt, rather short. She began sliding them on

“Wow!”

“I said don’t look!”

Deb next pulled her t-shirt off. Elliot could see from the corner of his eye she had no a bra on. Out came a silk blouse with a floral pattern. With some squirming she got things squared away. Last out of the bag was some stilettos.

Deb checked her makeup in the mirror as he brought up some points.

“We need a story. How long have we been married?”

“Oh…”

“14 months. I Don’t want them to think I married you too young.”

She wanted to play. “Our anniversary is the 16th.”

He thought a moment, “Hey, that’s my birthday!”

“It will be easy to remember then. And I like the idea of me being a birthday present.”

“Anything else brush off. I don’t think too many questions will be asked.”

They pulled into the address, a long driveway to a house secluded on a large lot. At the end they found several cars already there and parked.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” she smiled.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” he said, reaching onto his pocket, “Hold out your left hand.”

When she did, a ring appeared.

“With this ring, I do thee wed.”

She looked at him, dumbfounded.

“I fits.” he said then looked at her. “It was your grandmother’s. When she was very ill she asked me to ask you to wear it on your wedding day. It’s not a real wedding, but we need to make the package complete.”

The sentiment struck her to the soul.

“Dad, It’s beautiful.” she said, admiring it.

“Elliot! I’m your husband now. Remember?”

“Yes dear. Shouldn’t we go in, Elliot?”

“Yes, but stay there, Let’s do this right.”

He got out and walked around to her side and offered her his hand.

“Ready Dear?”

“Yes Elliot.”

She stepped out and he first noticed her petite 5′ 1″ frame was much taller. He looked down at the high heels then up to the tight skirt that showed off her slime figure, the up to the blouse, with an extra button or two undone, showing off her small but noticeable cleavage and her long blond hair wrapped over her shoulder.

He wolf-whistled, “Do I have a beautiful wife!”

“I had to be, to catch such a handsome husband. Shall we, Elliot?”

She took his arm and they headed up the walk. No turning back now.

The doorbell rang, May, the hostess opened the door “Welcome…” before seeing who it was. She found herself looking a two people. She looked at her, then to him, then back to her, eyeing the whole package.

“Well… hello. Who do we have here?”

“I’m Elliot. The friend of Rich.”

“Ah.”

She looked at Deb.

“Oh, I’m sorry, this is my wife, Deborah.”

“Wife.” May thought. And saw the antique wedding ring on her left hand, holding his arm.

“Yes, of course.” she said with an arched eyebrow. “Come in, come in. A couple ground rules. First ‘permission only.’ It’s the prime directive. Second, there are five guest rooms. Four upstairs, one down that hall. They’re on first come, first serve for those that want a bit more privacy. The master bedroom is off limits except on special request, and it better be special. There are plenty of rooms here too for people to, um, gather. Out that door is the patio and pool. And beyond, the grounds. With lots of hedges, walkways, and benches. Last but not least, the open bars there.”

Deb looked at Elliot, released his arm and started walking toward the patio door. Elliot turned to May, and gently put his hand on her arm. He looked at Deb walking away.

“May? This may seem silly. Look, I want my wife to have fun. I truly do. But I’m a bit worried. She’s never done anything like this.” He said, as eyes in the room started noticing this presence passing through.

May looked at him, raised an index finger and winked, “I know just the solution.”

She looked past Elliot, “Benjamin, dear. Could you come here a minute. I’m sorry to take him from you, Alice. I promise to make it up to you. I need him for a special mission.”

Alice looked a bit dejected, as an expected prize getting away. Ben turned towards May. He had that look that turns women’s eyes. Six foot one, fortyish. Not a beefy body, but trim and not an ounce on fat to be seen under his Polo shirt. Plus a chiseled face that could be on the cover of GQ.

“Ben, see that ravishing beauty there?”

“How could anybody not.”

“She’s Elliot’s wife. He wants Deborah to enjoy herself but he want her to ease in to the surrounding and you can see the looks she’s getting, too many eyes seeing ‘fresh meat.'”

“Say no more May. I see my job.”

“Thank you dear, I know your diplomatic skills.”

“Oh, thank you May, thank YOU.” He said as he headed off.

As Ben looked out the door, May noticed him dash to the bar for a glass of wine, and in a quick pace headed to the patio.

May now turned back to her new guest, “Ben is a favorite with the ladies here. Not just for his look. He’s a gentleman through and through. Trust me, she’s in safe hands.”

His face relaxed, “Thanks May.”

“Now Elliot, if I may be so bold, how did you come by such a pretty wife?”

“A long tale…”

“And some talents, I’d like to think.”

“You’ll have to ask Deb.”

“I will, but I can imagine.”

She looked him up and down.

“My husband Micheal and I take turns manning the door until all the guests arrive. The other gets to mingle. But it’s my turn this week, sadly. Otherwise I’d love to… get to know you more. But another time, soon.”

Elliot warmed to the first attention he’d had from a woman in years.

“Go mingle and make friend.”

He walked to the bar as May turned to new guests at the door.

Deborah stepped out to the patio, a warm, gentle summer breeze caught her hair. Like a fairy that blew in on that breeze, her willowy figure soon attracted more eyes. She looked around. Couples talking, kissing. A few hands wandering. In the pool a couple, hands clearly busy. As she looked around she realized she was clearly the youngest here. Many in their mid-thirties, many more in their forties and fifties. She felt a bit intimidated, but then warmed to the idea of all these experienced men. Something she never had at college.

“Well hello there!”

A middle aged man with a receding hairline and a bit of a paunch was looking at her.

“New here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before. I’m John.”

“Deborah.” she replied simply.

At that moment Another man’s voice came from the patio door, “Deborah, I have that glass of wine you wanted.”

She turned around to see a striking figure of a man.

“Oh, hello John. Goodbye John.”

He handed her the glass and his arm. She took both as John could only watch them walk away.

“I’m Benjamin, Ben.”

“How did you know my name?”

“May. She thought you might need a little watching over. And judging by John and the eyes you’re attracting, she was right.” He said, looking around.

She blush a bit at the notion of attracting such attention, “So May thought I needed a guardian?”

“For my part, what man could possibly not want such an opportunity.”

She looked out at the gardens, “Beautiful place.”

“Would you like to take a stroll?”

She liked the idea of a chance to settle in to the surroundings, “sounds lovely.”

She took a long sip of wine, put the glass down and her arm around his and they walked off. As she stepped onto the grass she realized her stilettos won’t do.

“I need to take these off first.” as she steadied herself on his arm.

With heels off, he realized how petite this goddess was.

They walked off, and Denice, Ben’s wife took notice, “I should have know he get her first.” She thought to herself.

“Frank, do you mind. I need to talk to May.”

“Of course.” he said, a bit disappointed as he retrieved the hand that was already caressing her thigh.

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Elliot stood at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, contemplating the situation as this statuesque redhead walked past and up to May. They whispered some words then four eyes were looking intently at him. The redhead started slowly walking towards him. He watched her as her eyes were fixed on him.

“Hello, You’re Elliot I understand. I’m Denice, Ben’s wife.”

“Ah,” he said.

“Ah?”

“Ben is clearly an attractive guy. Make sense he’s have an equally attractive wife.”

“Are you flattering me?” She teased, “My husband wandered off with this stunning, sweet young thing. Your wife, I understand.”

He smiled, “Would you like some wine?”

“Thank you.” He poured her a glass.

“You’re not jealous?” she asked.

“No. My first goal here is to see her enjoy herself. I was a bit worried about her, but May said Ben is quite the gentleman.”

“Oh he is, he is. And it’s refreshing to see a husband who thinks of his wife’s pleasure first. But what’s your second?”

“To enjoy myself of course.”

“May thinks you must have some additional talents to have such a lovely wife,” she looked him over, “besides the obvious ones.”

“If I do, I don’t think they can be spoken, only shown… and felt.”

“Damn, he can flirt.” She thought.

“Let’s get comfortable and talk some more.” she said.

“Lead on.”

She took him by the hand to the library and a love seat there. Ben may have caught tonight’s prize but she will match him, she mused.

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Ben and Deborah strolled a path, making small talk, both thinking where they were figuratively headed. Ben saw a small lawn, surrounded by hedges, with two benched at either end.

“Would you like to sit?”

She smiled approval.

As they sat down he said, “My wife has never had any real jealousy over my affairs, nor I hers. We have a great understanding.”

Deb wondered where this was headed.

“But as we left, I saw her give us a look I’ve never gotten before. For the first time, I think she’s jealous… of you.”

“Oh, Ben I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

He laughed, “Oh, don’t worry. I saw her head off, no doubt to level the score, as it were. Knowing her she likely flirting with your husband at this moment.”

She smiled at the thought.

“Not jealous then?”

“Oh, no. I’m happy when he’s happy. Is she good looking?”

“She’s the second most beautiful woman here, next to the one I’m sitting with.”

She looked at him. Her eyes were like magnets and drew him in. She closed her eyes. He bought his lips to hers, gently. He didn’t press, he just held his lips there. Her heart was pounding. It seemed like hours to her.

He pulled his lips away, “But for God sake never tell my wife I said that or she really will be jealous.”

“I don’t believe you, but my lips are sealed.” She laughed.

“And irresistible lips at that.”

He kissed her again, this time harder. She felt his tongue and opened wider to accept it. He put his hand on her hip and hers was around his head pulling, letting him know her desires.

He pulled back a moment and looked at her with a worried look.

“Deb, I… What is it about you? No wonder your husband was worried about you. You seem so venerable.”

“Elliot was worried about me?”

“Yes, he told May. That’s how I came to your rescue. I believe his words were ‘He wants you to enjoy yourself but he’s worried about you.’ He care about you very much.”

“I’m so lucky. I’ve never known a man like him. It’s why I married him.”

“I think he’s a very luck man.”

“He said he wanted me to enjoy myself. There’s only one thing that would please me now.”

“I’ve lusted after plenty of women. But you…” he trailed off.

He looked at this ravishing yet delicate woman. She looked back, her eyes telling him what she desired. With all hesitancy gone, his desires overwhelming him, he pulled her to him, tongue plunging into her mouth one hand on her back, the other caressing her thigh. She put one behind his back, the other his head in order to pull him closer, encouraging his tongue. Now his hands wandered, with one stopping on a breast, squeezing it, feeling her hard nipple through the thin material.

After some time past, he stopped to look at her again. He started unbuttoning her blouse. She looked at his face, a face filled with desire, desire for HER!

He revealed his prize, her small pert breasts. Caressing their soft, creamy flesh, he brought his mouth to one. He flicked the nipple with his tongue. She arched her back at the touch, hands behind his head. He sucked one tit into his mouth, then the other. Back and forth. Then, a hand at her inner thigh working its way up. She spread her legs in encouragement and the hand pressed against her womanhood. Deb realized she was behind and was able to get a hand to his crotch, to find a bulge in his kakis. Sher stroked the bulge and felt a moan of approval on a tit.

He kissed her again, and kissed and licked her neck. Next, he reached for her skirt.

“No,” she said. “Let me.”

She stood up, and without taking her eyes off his, she dropped the unbuttoned blouse off her shoulders. She then unzipped the leather skirt and let it drop. Now in nothing but her briefs she stepped out of the skirt and turned around to show a tight little butt. With a thumb on each side she pulled them down, bending down to give him a clear view of her ass. She stood up and looked at him over her shoulder. At last she slowly turned around, revealing her womanly body to him. Revealing herself, all of HERSELF to him.

“Like what you see?”

He opened his mouth but nothing came out at first. “Deb… Deborah…” was all he could say.

“It’s my turn now let me take charge.” she said.

She pull his polo shirt off and he lifted his arms to help. She stopped to admire his abs. Now she knelt in beside him and undid the belt and snaps. His shoes undone and with a little help from him, pulled off his pants. Now nothing was left but his briefs. She pulled on them, her tipples pressed into his leg, her face so close. What she longed to see was now in front on her. He could feel her breath on his now exposed and hard cock.

“Like what to see?” repeating her words back to her.

“Oh yes!”

He started pulling her up to him.

“No!” she said, “I want to be first.”

She spread his legs and knelt between them. Leaning forward she kissed his abdomen, he could feel a nipple pressing into his cock. She kissed her way down, hands feeling his abs, stopping at his thighs. Now at her goal, she kissed it, licked it. Lifting it up, Deb paused looking at him. Ben opened his eyes and looked down. This woman, this angel, who a moment ago seemed so vulnerable, was in complete control of him. With eyes locked, she licked up the shaft then took it into her mouth. He threw his head back and moaned loudly. She was loving it. The feel of his manhood in her mouth, the effect it was having on him. She was feeling sexy and so desired.

Pumping up and down, using her tongue, one hand stroking his tight sack, she watched him come to the edge. He was now bucking his his hip.

“Deb! Deb! I’m going to cum soon, Deb!”

She never took it out of her mouth, going down as deep as she could with deep strokes.

“Deb, Deb.. Oh God!”

She looked straight at his face, never wavering. He looked down at her, those blue eyes focused solely on his pleasure.

“Oh Deb!” closing his eyes. It was too intense.

The first blast of his sperm filled her mouth and she swallowed what she could. Another quickly followed. She now held her head steady, allowing him to thrust himself into her eager mouth. Over and over moaning continuously, pumping his seed into here warm mouth. His body began to relax, the last spasming of his cock easing. Deb kept her mouth on it, watching the bliss pass over his face.

Finally he spoke, “Deb! Deborah! Who knew. I came so fast. Like I was 20 years younger.”

He looked at her, eager to return the pleasure. Ben stood up, a bit wobbly at first and pulled her to his feet. His half hard member pressed to her belly, he kissed her deeply. Ben picked her up.

“You weigh nothing!”

He carried her to the grass and gently laid her down. It was a mild summer day and the grass felt cool. He lay between her legs, kissing her belly then down to her inner thighs. He paused, feeling her tremble with anticipation. His tongue finally drove in and she pulsed with the fist touch of her clit.

“You’re so wet!” and he licked slit.

“It’s you, you make me s-s-s-s-so…” her words trailed off as he hit home again.

He worked her pussy, licked it sucked on it. He lifted her tight butt up in order to drive his tongue deep into where he hoped he would soon fully enter. Deb pulled on his head. She was mad with desire. He worked feverishly now, at she arched her back.

“Oh, fuck, Ben ohh…”

One hand grabbed at the grass, the other. his head.

“Oh Ben Ohh… ahh-eee!!!”

Deb grabbed his head tight to her womanhood and held it there, her whole body tensed up spasming. Then suddenly pushed it away and collapsed on the grass, breathing heavily. Ben just lay there, gently kissing all the delicate places he could, satisfied in his effort. Finally she could look at him, her eyes fill with desire.

“Do I have to say it Ben, do I? I want you Ben, I want you inside me. I need to feel you in me.”

She pulled on his hand, but he needed no coaxing. He was hard again and pulled himself between her legs.

“Yes, on top of me, in me, I want to feel all of you!”

Ben’s cock was now at the entrance, her eyes closed. Leaning on a hand, he guided himself slowly, deeply into her. She moaned. He was now on both elbows, pumping slowly into her. Deb opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. He kissed her hard, pulling out a bit in to reach the lips of this petite angel. She reached for his gluts, trying to pull him back in. Ben now lifted himself on his palms and began to pump her harder. He took long strokes, thrusting hard on the downstroke. Her hands explored all his body in reach. He pumped and pumped, gyrating his hips occasionally.

“That’s it, don’t stop, Harder, harder.” She gasped.

She was close and Ben could see it. And Ben was close too. This hot woman under him was becoming too much.

“Ben! Ben! ahh… ahhhh!” she shrieked as her whole body tensed up.

It was too much of Ben, he collapsed on her, “Oh, oh ahrr…” he groaned and thrust his manhood deep into her, holding it there, releasing this seed into her, then thrusting again.

Deb realized he was coming too and shrieked, the knowledge of his sperm filling her increasing her climax. He continued filling her, both souls entangled in the moment. He slow, then stopped, breathing heavily, his cock still inside her. He looked at her, eyes closed with a blissful smile. He’d fucked plenty of women here, but this moment he’d never forget.

Ben carefully lifted himself off and out of her. His large load now oozing out of that spot that brought him to such heights moment ago. He just watched her, Deb, finally catching her breath.

“Deb, I can’t recall such an orgasm. Deb, you’re so passionate. You will do the same to others here I’m sure. I pride myself on my stamina, my control. I just HAD to cum in you that moment. Do you do this to Elliot all the time.”

“Elliot?” she said in a daze.

Coming to her senses she continued, “Let’s just say my husband and I have a ‘close’ relation.”

“He’s one lucky guy.”

They lay there a few minutes, Deb’s hand on his chest.

Finally he spoke, “Let’s get back. The others will murder me if I hoard you like this.”

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Elliot looked this stunning creature sitting next to him, eyes taking her all in.

“Enjoying the view Elliot?”

He snapped out of it and looked Denice in the eyes again.

“I was, I will confess. It is such a lovely view. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh you are good, very good.”

“What’s that line, ‘When I’m bad I’m even better.'”

“That’s the woman’s line.”

“Are you ‘even better?'”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know!”

“I would.” he leaned in, “Am I being too forward?”

“She could feel his breath, “No, Oh No…”

She looked at his lips, then leaned in to kiss them. He couldn’t believe how fast it was happening. She kissed him again then pulled back a bit. He took the opportunity to put his arms around her and kissed Denice harder, probing with his tongue. Denice on her part gave every encouragement. Elliot realized he hadn’t lost his touch like he feared. He slipped to her earlobe, running his tongue along its edge. Elliot next worked down to her neck, running down it with his tongue then lightly kissing it.

Elliot realized a hand now sliding up and down his crotch. He decided to progress too. He let his hand glide over a breast, down under it then a gentle lift. God, they felt great. Like everything else they seems in perfect proportion to her. He squeezed them, then harder. He wanted more, He wanted to see more.

He pulled back, looked at her then her blouse. He pulled it over her head, she looking at his eyes. The last barrier was her lace bra.

He reached for the clasp, she said, “Men are so clumsy at it. Let me do it.”

She reached back and undid the clasp. With a little shake of her shoulders it fell to her lap, allowing him a clear view. Elliot looked her breasts over then to Denice’s eyes again. He was about to go for another kiss when a couple came in kissing and groping each other. They moved in front of the love seat on the other side. The guy buried his face in her neck. At this point the lady looked at them and winked. She pushed the guy into the love seat and proceeded to undo his pants.

Denice and Elliot looked at each other.

“She certainly knows what she wants.” Denice said.

“I know what I want.” Elliot said.

“Uh oh, here it comes.” She thought.

“What I want is to get you all hot and bothered. I want to see you orgasm. Want to eat you pussy and make you cum, them cum again, and maybe a third time if you don’t get bored.”

She looked at him wide eyed. That was not what she expected.

With no objection, he pulled off his shirt then reached for her skirt. Off it came, no underwear, just a waiting pussy.

“It’s easier at these gatherings.”

Distracted earlier from his first goal, he cupped a tit and sucked on it, swirling the nipple with his tongue. He wanted to savor this appetizer before the main course. He moved on to the other, gave it the same treatment then back. Denice moaned her approval. He wondered how long he could linger on these lovely mounds before she wanted the main act. He slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her well trimmed bush as he made a parting pass over her tits.

“You’re wet already.”

“I wonder why.” she replied.

Not taking his eyes from hers, he slipped two fingers into her wet snatch. She shuddered, the touch enhanced by the intense look she was receiving. He put the fingers to his mouth and tasted, never taking his eyes off hers.

“Oh, I’m going to like this.”

“Not anymore than me.” She thought to herself.

Elliot worked his way down between her legs, his face right to his target. Denice closed her eyes in anticipation.

He went right to the point. His tongue started from the bottom of her slit, and in one move went right up to the clit where he swirled his tongue around it. A pulse shot through her body at he hit the spot.

Elliot was thrilled. He could see the effect. He hadn’t touched a woman years, let alone turning one on. And he loved to turn them on. He continued with his work, her clit, her love canal all getting attention. Denice grabbed his head to direct him to the spot needing most attention. Elliot paid close attention to her directions. Denice squirmed, groaned, and was quickly loosing it.

From behind him, Elliot heard the woman on the opposite bench say, “You lucky bastard, Denice, Damn.”

Denice probably didn’t hear, being too focused on her pleasure center.

“God, Elliot, don’t stop now!”

He had never known a woman to get this far this fast.

Then it hit, “Elliot, oh fuck, Elliot fuck! Fuuuuck…”

He loved it. He loved a woman cuming. It turned him on. And now, a woman who responded as he wanted. This was new to him. Denice’s body convulsed with each wave of her orgasm. She was wild, in ecstasy. She pulled his head back, but just a bit. The waves subsided.

“Elliot, my God… Such talent…”

She wanted to kiss him, but he wasn’t done. Slowly he used his tongue, careful not to hit anything sensitive, this early. Slowly, a little more with each flick of the tongue he brought her back to focus on her love center. She started to get back into it, grabbing his head, guiding it once more. And once more his tongue found the spot that drove her to new heights.

“Fuck, oh Jesus, shit…”

Within minutes Denice was on the edge again. And then the convulsions of ecstasy hit her. She screamed. So much so that people in the living room heard it, bringing a chuckle.

“Elliot, oh… oh…” coming down from the heights, the waves finally subsiding.

Denice went limp. “Elliot, how will I match this?”

They heard clapping from across the room. “Bravo, Elliot, Bravo, Denice. Or is it brava?”

Both were breathing too hard to reply.

“Denice, I hope you’re not going to keep him ALL night.”

“No… Marcy,” between breaths, “I wouldn’t live out the night.”

“You think I’m done Denice. I said my goal was three.”

Denice looked at him, almost in shock.

“But I need these off.” Standing up, unbuckling his belt.

“That’s my job!” As Denice reached for the waistband.

Elliot kicked his loafers off as Denice pulled first slacks then briefs down without delay.

Before he could step out of them she grabbed his swollen cock and inhaled it.

His knees buckled, “Whoa, Denice damn!”

He might have blow his load right then, but gathering himself, he pulled back then her up to him. Hand under his chin, he pulled her face to his and gave her a passionate kiss.

He whispered to to her “My goal IS three, remember?” Then sitting on the love seat, pulling her hand, “Stand on the seat, knees here and plant that luscious pussy on my face!”

“You really want my cunt?” Pausing in front of his face.

“I never cared for the word ‘cunt.’ But if my wanting your cunt here and now, turns you on then yes I want your cunt sitting on my face! Give it to me Denice! Now!”

She shoved her cunt into his face, holding his head even tighter. Marcy, just watched, jaw slack, mouth open. “Jesus!”

Denice started grinding. “You wanted it? Well, get ready.”

Elliot had to plan his breath as she pressed down. Her juices covered his face, he could barely breath, yet he persevered. she was so into it again. She couldn’t believe how hot he made her, so close to coming so soon.

At that moment May came in, checking on the occupants of the room. “Everything…”

May stopped mid-sentence and stared at the incredible scene.

“Elliot, dammit, so close.”

Denice pressed her hands against the wall and cried out, at least not as loud as last time. Her body again convulsed as the orgasm washed over her.

Finally, her body relaxed. She slid down, straddling his lap. She looked, this face, covered with HER, looking lustily at her.

May, realizing she had grabbed her own snatch watching Denice cum, said nothing and left the lovers be. But making a mental note.

“Oh, Elliot.” kissing him.

She couldn’t match that performance, but she would give it her all. Denice went between his legs and grabbed the sole entity of her desire. She licked it, kissed it, then took it deep down her throat. Deeper than he thought anyone could. It was his first blowjob in over twenty years.

“Wow, Denice. You know your way around a cock. And how to fire it up.”

He lay back in the exquisite pleasure of it, watching this head bob up and down on it. The pressure was building. He gathered himself and pulled her head off his shaft.

“I would love to cum in your mouth, but I want more. I want to cum in your cunt. I want to fill it with my cum!”

She quickly hovered over his shaft and buried it to the hilt.

“Augh…” he cried. “Give me those tits!”

He sucked them, pulling each one deep into his mouth. He was in bliss, his cock buried deep in a gorgeous woman, as he devoured he tits.

He held her hips a second. “Denice, hold it! I just want to feel my self deep inside you. I don’t want to cum quite yet. You’re… so gorgeous!”

He checked himself on any superlatives. He has a beautiful wife he supposed to be fucking. They were both into that feeling, of nothing but desire. She rode his shaft. He thought about his cumming in her. It tipped him over that edge.

“Denice! I’m cumming! I’m cumming inside you. Augh…”

His glands spasmed, shooting his sperm deep in her inner sanctum.

“Fuck! Denice!”

His shooting his cum deep into her became too much. She shuddered to yet another orgasm.”

“Elliot!”

He felt her spasm again. Leading him to new heights.

“Come for me Denice!”

They both seemed to spasm as one, their orgasm became one.

Finally, it all passed and she slumped, her head on his shoulder.

“Is this what you do to Deborah every night?”

He suddenly remember the charade. “Not EVERY night.”

“May was right. You do have hidden talents. No wonder Deb didn’t let you get away.”

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Deborah and Benjamin started walking back, Deb a bit conscious of being naked and cum dripping down her thigh.

“I know what your thinking. By time we get back plenty of people will be skinny dipping in the pool. Slide in quick and you can clean up.”

They appeared at the patio and people, mostly naked now, were now too occupied with their partners to notice. Deb quickly went to the pool and slid in to her waist. The water clearing the long drip of cum on her leg. She relaxed but went in no further, not wanting to get her now tousled hair wet. Ben stepped back but kept an eye on her. She moved to the steps and the watched various stages of lovemaking before her.

A naked man came to the edge of the pool. “Are you Elliot’s wife?”

“Yes, Hi, Deborah.” offering her hand.

“I’m Rich. you husband’s drinking buddy.”

She thought. “Oh Rich. We’re here all thanks to you.”

Rich was hardly the handsomest guy here but not bad either.

Rich smiled with satisfaction. “You’re the second to say that. May thanked me too. Even gave me a bit of a reward.”

“A reward?”

He smirked, “You can guess.”

“She fucked you!”

“Ha, not quite, She gave me a blowjob. But man, is she good. Can I join you?”

She padded the edge of the pool. He sat down, as close as he could. Several men on the patio were planning their move to get close to Deborah. They now saw Rich, Rich! Of all people sit down next to her. And she clearly invited him!

“Who’s your wife?” Deb asked.

“Margo, sitting over there. Looks like she’s getting a tongue cleaning.”

She saw a pretty woman with a guy’s head between her legs, “Looks like she’s enjoying herself.”

Rich smiled. Deb guessed what he was looking for. And she was feeling generous and aroused by all the action around her.

“So May only gave you a blowjob.” She paused a minute. “I need to reward you too, Hmm…”

Rich was taken aback. He had hopes, but now? Blood started flowing in his member at the prospect. Deb was enjoying herself. She enjoyed the day so far and the idea she had Rich around her finger.

“Just a blowjob,” she repeated.

“Well a kiss would be a start” she said, looking at him with an innocent look.

She leaned to him, Rich, suddenly terrified he would screw up the moment, carefully leaned to her a kissed her. And to his surprise a tongue probing his mouth. He probed back and put his arms around this most beautiful woman he ever kissed.

“Hmm.” she said, “Hmm, no, that won’t do.”

She put her hand on his manhood and began to stroke the swelling shaft.

“Do you like that Rich?”

“God yes!”

Deb kissed him again. She stroked him to full erection. Rich did little. Too petrified to even touch her.

“No, this still won’t do.” She looked around. “Rich, would you like to get more comfortable? I see and empty chaise lounge in that corner.”

He got up, and gave her a hand. Standing she quickly put her arm around his and the two walked to the chaise, his hard cock pointing the way. More eyes looked ‘Rich?’ They thought. Margo noticed too.

They stood there. Deb offered him her lips again and pressed his hard rod to her belly.

“I think I know just the reward. Lay down.”

Rich took the order. He was happy to be lead. She realized more than a few eyes were watching them. She didn’t care, She felt sexy at the idea. Deb knelt beside him, grabbing his shaft and giving it a tongue cleaning. Rich moaned. She took it into her mouth and started sucking it. She looked at him hoping he was watching the show. He moaned then looked to see the action. He saw this gorgeous woman enjoying his dick and those eyes looking intently back at him. He closed this eyes and moaned again. She didn’t want him to cum in her mouth and didn’t really want him to get her off. She stopped sucking.

“Only a blowjob… Yeah, you deserve more.”

She straddled his hips and grabbed his cock, holding it at her entrance. Rich just stared, eyes wide, at this heavenly body.

Pausing, she asked, “Would this be a good reward?”

Rich just nodded. She plunged down and he moaned again. She started riding him, enjoying the feeling of another cock in her. Margo looked on wondering how he did it. Being fucked by this stunning vision. Deb really rode. She didn’t want it to last to long. It wasn’t love making, just a reward. But she did like it. For Rich it was too much. He had never had a woman like this, let alone one as beautiful that initiated the fucking. He couldn’t last.

“Deb, oh! Too much… I’m gonna…”

“That’s it Rich, Cum in me. I want to feel that hot cock of yours fill me. I want to feel your cum inside me. Cum for me!”

Those words had their effect. More than an effect. He came, and did he cum! Load after load filled Deb’s tummy. He’d already cum twice today but this was the biggest. He felt like it was the biggest of his life. He couldn’t believe he was pumping his sperm into this petite goddess. And that she was begging him for it. For Deb, she loved the feeling of a man cumming in her, filling her, and the effect it had on him.

She closed her eyes and continued riding him, enjoying the feeling, “That it, fill me. Oh, you feel great.”

Finally, Rich’s balls were emptied. His body relaxed and she looked down in satisfaction at a face enjoying the after effect of one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

Deb kissed him gently, “Was that a satisfactory reward?”

Rich nodded, “Yes… more than… satisfactory.”

She sat up and he opened his eyes to see a face with an angelic smile looking at him, his shrinking cock still inside her. He was in heaven.

“Well Rich, who’s your new friend?”

Rich turned to see Margo looking at them, having abandoned her lover to check up on him.

“Oh hi love. This is Deborah. Deb, my wife Margo.” he said, dreamy eyed.

With her husband’s manhood still inside her, Deb held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I was just thanking Rich for arranging our invite.”

“That was quite a thank you you gave him.”

“She’s Elliot’s wife.” He said.

“Ah, where is your husband?”

“In the library.” Rich replied, “Giving Denice’s pussy a nice tongue lashing. Must have been a good one, we could hear her orgasm in the living room.”

“Sounds like your husband knows how to turn on a woman, Deb.”

“Why do you think I married him?” Deb said with a mischievous smile.

“I think I’ll go introduce myself.” Margo said as she walked off.

This was the first report of her father getting laid. It was satisfying to know he was finally getting some pussy. But his sex life was always an abstraction. Now, it was real. And the thought of his head between a woman’s legs, driving her to climax created an odd sensation. She tried put it out of her mind.

“You look like you need a rest, Rich. You stay here. I’m headed back to the pool.”

She bent down and kissed him. In doing so, his now flaccid cock left her warm pussy. She could feel that full load he just deposited pour out of her love hole and all over him. As she walked back to the pool, Deb was feeling very satisfied despite not cumming herself. Rich just lay there, still dreamy eyed.

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Denise finally stirred. “Well, thank you Elliot. I really don’t want to get off this lovely poll you have. But there’s an unwritten rule about hogging the best here.”

At this point Margo walked into the room to see Denice rise off Elliot’s half hard rod and his huge load emptying out of her gaping snatch.

She looked down at his cock, covered with his sperm that was just inside her.

“I can’t leave you like this. Let me clean you up.” Denice said

She knelt between his knees, hands on his knees, ready to go to work.

“Denice, if you’d like, I could do that.”

She looked up at Margo and saw the eyes of someone looking at a present.

“Oh, would you dear? Is that okay Elliot?”

He just stared at this curvaceous brunette.

She stood up and said “I think that’s an okay.”

Denice gave Margo a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Enjoy. I came four times.”

She gave Margo a little shove on the back and went her way. Denice wasted no time and was between his legs.

“What a mess,” she smiled, “Where to start?”

She moved his cock aside in order to get access to his cream covered sack and began licking.

“Mmm…” was all Elliot heard and looked at this woman eating up his seed, that was just in another woman. Her tongue began probing everywhere and she could feel the blood returning to his member. Once she made a good start she paused.

“Oh, I’m Margo, Rich’s wife.”

“I’m…”

“Elliot, I know. I heard much about you.”

She licked some more. “Your wife was just thanking my husband. And was she thanking him. He really enjoy being ridden like that. It was so nice of her.”

A description of his daughter riding someone woke him to the reality of this really happening. But he soon focused on the tongue working his swelling shaft.

“My wife has always been a generous person.” He said.

“I gather from Denice you are generous, too.”

And with that, she started sucking on his cock. He put his head back and sighed with pleasure. She really got into it. She really liked this cock. As Margo worked her magic, he looked down to see her hand between her legs. She’s too generous, he thought.

“There’s something better than your own fingers.” he said, laying across the loveseat and offering his hand.

She immediately knew what he was offering and straddled his handsome face with his cock before her.

“You’ll be happy to know my pussy hasn’t had a cock yet. So no sloppy seconds.”

Elliot hadn’t thought of that yet and he didn’t like it. He’ll cross that bridge when it happens.

They both dove into their partner’s pleasure center. Margo moaned with his cock in her mouth has he found her clit. Both got into the mutual loving they were giving each other. Margo’s breath quickened to the feeling of this man making love to her pussy. He seem to know just where she wanted his tongue. They were both moaning into each other’s sex, devouring with gusto. Margo felt it coming. She couldn’t believe how quickly this lover was bringing her to the edge. She groaned, but she was determined to keep this rod in her mouth until she got his precious gift in her throat.

It hit her. She groaned and ground her slit onto his mouth, yet never let his manhood leave hers. He felt her pussy spasm, her body spasm in ecstasy. With that, her juices flowing, and to her expert ministrations, his own lust gave in.

“Mmph…” He groaned and his first load hit her mouth. Despite her own orgasm she had the presence to swallow. But the taste of his salty seed in her mouth just escalated her own orgasm. They both now were intertwined in mutual orgasm. She felt like it went on and on. His cum in her mouth and her orgasm.

Slowly, the waves of pleasure subsided and their bodies relaxed into post orgasmic satisfaction, trying to catch their breath. She didn’t want his cock to leave her mouth just yet, but she has to say it.

“Oh Elliot, why would your wife ever share you.”

This may have been the first time Elliot came in a woman’s mouth in years, decades, he remembered the charade of being a man with a hot wife and plenty of sex.

“As I said, Deborah is a generous soul, I’m so fortunate to have her.”

“I think you’re both fortunate.”

Margo pulled herself off this irresistible man. He sat up and Margo sat next to him head on his shoulder. She looked at, and touched his now soft cock.

“Sad, I was hoping to have that beautiful organ in my pussy. But I wanted more of your cum in my mouth after that first taste. Can’t have your cake and eat it too. How soon do you think it will come back soon.”

She ran one finger slowly up and down it as it lay on his stomach. The gentle touch was lovely.

“I don’t know but that finger feels great!”

“That’s a good excuse not to give you up just yet.”

She continued and her work started getting results. His cock began to swell. He reached for a breast. The largest tit he ever held in his hands. It just added to the stimulation.

“You have fabulous breasts Margo.” as he began kneading one.

“You like my tits. Say it, call them tits.”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing, I can see a position that will satisfy both of us.”

Her hand was now around his hardening shaft, as it came to attention.

“What position it that?”

He said nothing as she was working her magic. Soon he was ready.

Putting his hands on her waist he said “Come here.” And guided her to where she hoped.

She was now straddling his lap, his pole pointing at its target.

“I want to feel my cock deep in your pussy and those big, beautiful tits in my face. But first, we haven’t even kissed yet”

He pulled her head to his and drove his tongue deep in her mouth. She could wait no more. With one hand on his face, the other grabbed his shaft and lowered herself on it as deep as deep as it could go. Margo tilted her head at the joy of finally having this man finally inside her. She grabbed his head then shoving her tongue deep in his mouth. She kissed him for a minute all the while pumping up and down, then remember what HE wanted.

“Here, suck on my tits. Take them, make love to them, do whatever you want.”

He grabbed them, sucking one deep in his mouth. He licked the nipple. Then went to the other, repeating. He squeezed them together and mashed his face in them. He looked at her. Her look was one totally involved with her lover. She watched him devour her tits. She loved the feel his body and there was something about him, his soul, that made him more desirable. He was a total package, physically and emotionally. He sucked on her tits again. He felt in complete control of himself. He could pleasure her for as like as she wanted. She was as deep into HIM as his cock was in her. He decided on something different.

Pulling her off he said. “Kneel here.”

The absence of his shaft dismayed her. But she quickly complied and put her elbows on the backrest. Without hesitation he shoved himself deep in her awaiting womanhood. She groaned at the feeling of him back inside her. He pounded her, causing her now pendulous breast to sway. He grabbed them giving a good squeeze. Then slide one hand down her belly to the spot her knew would do it. As hard as he was pounding her, he gently touched her clit.

“Oh…” she groaned, “Oh… oh… oh…”

She was close and he knew it. He moved being in control now. He loved seeing a woman orgasm. Yes orgasm, he loved the word. And he loved being the one doing it. It bolstered his ego. The deflated ego that needed a boost. And it hit.

“Oh, don’t stop, don’t… Elliot!”

She buried her mouth in the cushion to muffle the scream. He loved it. He loved to see a woman so satisfied, satisfied by him.

Her convulsing subsided still breathing hard. Alice, who had been leaning at the entrance, naked, enjoying the performance, stepped up.

“Mind if I sit down?”

Margo could say nothing as Alice sat next to them, Elliot slowing his hard cock down, as if easing the pressure inside her.

“My, that was a good show.”

“You… were watching?” Margo asked breathlessly.

“Yes, and frankly my dear, you look spent and his cock still looks hard.”

Margo knew she was right and patted the seat back.

“Plant yourself here Alice, if you want him.”

She got up, kissing him then took the same position as Margo. Elliot never kissed one woman with his hard cock in another. But saw the opportunity to pleasure another woman and pulled out of Margo and positioned behind Alice. He then saw a pussy coated in cum.

“Been busy today Alice?” He laughed.

“Yes. I had to console myself with someone else after you and May sent off today’s target.”

He laid his wet shaft on her ass, letting her feel in sliding around.

“Sorry about that Alice. Can I make it up to you?”

“Oh, I think so, I think I may do even better. I hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

“My cock doesn’t.” And he slid his hard pole deep in her wet hole.

“Mmm, that feels good.”

“Feels good being in you too.” as he began pumping.

Margo now sat next to then, facing them, expecting to get a third party view of what she just felt.

He now pounded her just like Margo. With his hands on her hips, he pounded and pounded. Alice groaned in delight. Pounding so hard her whole body pulsed with each thrust.

“Elliot, what stamina.”

But he knew he couldn’t keep in up much longer. He then reached for that accelerator, he carefully touch her clit.

“Oh yes… gently… yes…”

“I want to cum inside you, Alice. Can I come in you?”

“Oh, God yes coming in my cunt!”

“You want my cum? Deep inside your cunt… deep in your womb?”

“Yes! do it! do it! cum in me!”

The word ‘womb’ just made her hotter.

He hoped she would be over the edge as he couldn’t hold back any more.

“I coming in you, Alice, oh shit… yes! Oh, so deep…”

He shoved it in as deep as he could and held it, splattering his seed in her.

“Oh! Oh! Fuuuuck!” She cried and He knew he’d done it.

Margo looked on in longing for the one thing she didn’t get, his load in her pussy.

“Fill me! oh! yes!”

And fill her he did, or at least felt like it. He was drained and exhausted. He pulled his deflating cock out of her now well used pussy, Alice moaned at the loss from her gaping cunt. He sat down between his two recent conquests, feeling very satisfied. It almost made up for two sexless years. Alice sat next to him head on his shoulder. She looked at Margo and they both smiled in mutual agreement of what they just felt.

“You are something Elliot.” Margo said

She kissed him and stood up.

“I’ll leave you two in your… post coital glow.” and walked off.

Alice kiss him too then put her hand on his abs and snuggled closer. “She right.”

Elliot just lay there in contented bliss.

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Deborah sat at the pool, feet dangling in the water. She was feeling contented with the day so far and herself. She sat there for an hour or so. No one bothered her as they were all making love to some degree of another. She watched them, the various lovemaking pleased her, yet she was detached from it. She felt the warmth of the late sun on her back and closed her eyes.

“Are you Deborah?”

She looked up.

“I’m Michael, your host. You met my wife may earlier.”

“Oh hello, thank you for inviting us.”

“Yes, thank Rich too. He got the ball rolling.”

“I already did.” She giggled.

Michael looked at the chaise and back at her.

“Was that how you thanked him?”

“Yes. Seemed the thing at the time. He liked it and I liked making him happy.”

“Happy? Looked like you sent him to paradise!”

She then realized and looked at him.

“Oh no, no, don’t have to thank me like that. My little friend here is well spent. It’s been a, um, fruitful day.”

She gave a relieved smile. “I’m feeling a little spent too. A raincheck then?”

“I’ll take it!” he replied. “But can I offer you a welcome of my own?”

She just listened.

“First, a massage, well a back rub really. You have such a beautiful body and it would be joy to give it.”

“That does sound nice.”

“Then, and you can certainly turn it down, I’d like to taste that lovely pussy of yours. And I want nothing from you. If fact I insist on it.”

“Can we start with the first?”

“Let me get some towels, you can stay right here.”

He grabbed a nearby stack and laid a few out. She lay down on her stomach. He folded one to kneel on. He looked a second at this petite form he would touch for the first time. His large hands could almost cover her whole back. But he had a most gentle touch. His fingers glided over her smooth skin, barely touching it. Deb realized, in her whole life, she never had one.

“If this is a back rub then where have I been.” She thought

“That feels lovely, so relaxing.”

His hands drifted over her body, gently over her tight little butt, resisting the temptation to squeeze them. Down to her thighs and back up. Over her shoulders and arms, then back down. Minutes went by. Or was is hours. It was like a trance. He never relented. He would do it as long as she liked. She felt so sensual. She started to want more.

“Michael, is that second part still on the table? You know, my pussy got its fill today.”

“For you, always.”

She rolled over, enveloped in the sensation of his fingers. The pool was waist deep here and he hopped in.

“Scoot down here.”

She did and he put her legs over his shoulders. Mike then behold a glorious sight. A tight, trim pussy framed by delicate thighs. He started by kissing those thighs, one then the other, moving closer to the point each time. Her anticipation built. Then… his tongue entered. With the same gentle touch of his hands.

“Mmmm…” her purred.

He worked around the her entrance, her up to her clit.

“Ooo…”

He slowly built up the pace, tongue a little harder, a little faster. “He’s good” she thought.

“Keep this up and I’ll be climbing the walls soon.”

His mouth never left its focus, it just accelerated the pace. Soon, she was writhing, her face glowing in sensual pleasure. Deb used her legs to force her ravenous pussy into his face. He put his hand under that tight butt, pulling this soaking wet pussy closer, focusing on her clit.

Her breathing quickened, “Don’t stop, oh God… Don’t stop!”

She tensed up, and he knew he succeeded in his goal.