The Priority

The Priority By Lenny For the past three years, I have been married to the most wonderful man in the world, whose only ambition is to make me happy. I am Melissa, twenty six years old, only one year younger than my husband, Mark. We live in a small town somewhere in the west coast (I'd better not give the exact location). I work for an advertisement agency; and my husband for a software company. Together we make more than $250,000 a year. You could call us two Yuppies. My height is five feet, nine inches; weight about a hundred and fifteen pounds. I am proud of my body. My measurements are a stunning 35C-22- 35. My breasts are rather small but firm, with rose-colored nipples, and I have a trim and small waist with well-rounded hips that have a seductive sway when I walk. I use all of my attractive assets to my best advantages, a mane of thick, curly brown hair; long, slender legs; a beautiful, innocent- looking face, accentuated by pale blue eyes. Best of all, with that figure, I am always in mini skirts, displaying my never ending legs, and pinky- white skin. Brunette version of Nicole Kidman? I have always been a perfect lady, a little shy maybe, and well mannered. I had very little sexual experience before meeting Mark, in the university. For the first time, I had gone to bed with my childhood sweetheart, Dan. But it hadn't worked out and we had to split. Then, I had sex with two different guys, on two different occasions, during my freshman year. All three of them were short and unsatisfactory experiences. I was a sophomore when I first knew Mark in the campus. He was very popular among girls. It took two more years for him noticing me. When we were introduced by some mutual friends, our little romance started. We dated couple of times. In three months we were lovers, sleeping together. Two years we lived together without marital lock, until I got my MBA. In the meantime, he graduated as a software engineer, and started to work for a company which specialized in computer games. Finally, he proposed marriage. We flew to Las Vegas and completed that formality. Our love has grown even more after we were married. Mark worshipped me as his pretty, young, intelligent wife. With him sex was wonderful. He encouraged me to be more adventurous in bed. I had always been a rather shy and modest girl before. But, at his request after we got married, he convinced me to start wearing more revealing cloths. Upon his insistence, I began to wear very short skirts (sometimes without any panties beneath). I have been becoming a prick-tease. From time to time, he explains: "I have always enjoyed seeing you admired by other men. It has always made me proud, knowing that you belonged to me but other men find you so attractive." One night laying in each other's arms, on bed; we had our usual "pillow talk". "Is there anybody you want to fuck?" He asked. "But Mark... Teasing other men is one thing, going to bed with someone else... I think I can't do it." I couldn't agree with him. "You were quite experienced when we met." He smiled. "Mark... don't embarrass me. You know very well that I had only slept with three guys before you." "Which one was the best?" "Mark..." I made a face at him. "Melissa, it turns me on immensely visualizing you under another man." "OK, let's keep it as a fantasy. Nothing more." My husband complained that he couldn't give me the attention I deserved. His business is demanding and requires long hours even after dark, and often, when he gets home around midnight, he was very tired. So, in his opinion, what we should do was, finding me a lover. Again, on another night: "Melissa, who would be your first choice?" "Oh, Mark. Don't start again." I punched him lightly on the chin. "Come on, tell me everything darling. I won't be jealous." He kissed my lips. I decided to go along with his teasing. "OK, Mark. You asked for it." Trying to conjure up something outrageous. "My favorite fantasy is sucking Harry's dick." "Harry? Isn't he your boss?" He was enthusiastic to hear all about it. "Yes, Harry. He is my boss and a very handsome man." Of course, I was making up all I said, and never I had thought anything romantic about him until then. "Tell me, how you would go down on him." "Mark... Don't push me." "You have always hots for him, don't you?" "Yes, he is the man of my dreams." I was exasperated. "Be serious Melissa. Tell me everything. Confess..." "Well. If he ever makes a pass at me I may yield to his charms." "Would you do that?" He was kissing me all over. "Would you promise me, you'd go to bed with him if he ever asks?" "Yes... I would." In the end, I gave in, promising to think about it. The idea was beginning to take a form in my mind. Why not? Why not give it a try? Why had I refused to find a lover, as long as my husband wanted me with somebody else, so much? I decided to go through with it at least once. I began to evaluate the possibilities. While sitting at my desk in the office, I pulled out a sheet of paper and started to write down the candidates: First-Harry (my boss) Second-Ken ( My tennis teacher) Third-Jason (Mark's boss) Fourth-Nick (One of my colleagues) Fifth-Fred (My best friend's husband) Sixth-Max (Our doorman) Seventh- Jim (Mark's best friend)... The list went on and on... In the end, I made up my mind to concentrate my efforts on Ken. On a Saturday afternoon, I drove to our country club where I played tennis. I was in an amorous mood. I thought "This is the day." I silently promised myself. On the court, I outrageously, flirted with Ken. I hadn't worn my brassiere purposefully. While running my breasts were jiggling, giving him strange feelings (or so I thought). In the end, he offered to go out with me for a cup of coffee. In the lounge, I was even more inviting. We sat side by side. He began to feel my legs under the table. I let him have his way with me and didn't mind his advances. He leaned to my ear and whispered. "I want to fuck you, Melissa." His rude comment made me wet between my legs. "OK. Ken I want you, too." I was ready for anything. We drove together in my car and found ourselves a motel where we could consumate our lust. Once in the room, he took me in his arms and we began to kiss passionately. He was feeling my breasts, causing my sensitive nipples to harden. He started to unbutton my shirt. Tweaking my nipples between his fingers caused me to scream. He then helped me to get rid of my skirt and panties. When he took off his clothes he came to me and held me in his arms. We began to kiss French style. "Melissa, one thing before we began," breaking our kiss, "just give me the five C's." "Is this a joke?" Trying to cover my privates with my hands. "You have to pay 500 dollars before I fuck you. This is my way of making a living." "You must be kidding." I couldn't believe my ears. "No, Ma'am, my spunk is my capital. I can't go around distributing it for free." He was grinning. I had never been so humiliated in my life. I quickly got dressed and left the room. When I returned home, I was in tears. "What happened?" Mark was apprehensive. "That bastard tried to charge me 500 dollars for... for..." I couldn't continue. "Calm down. Melissa. Who is the bastard? Who charged you? For What?" "Ken did..." I was sobbing. "Who is Ken? What did he do to you? What made you so upset?" He hugged me trying to comfort. "I was out to the country club. You must know Ken... my tennis instructor. I was going to surprise you... You always wanted... even insisted that I should find myself a lover. So, I planned to seduce this man... Ken, I mean. He seemed a perfect character with whom to act out your fantasy, or our fantasy, whatever. All was well in the beginning. We went to a motel and I got naked in front of him. Then... then he told me, he fucks for money. Oh. My God How ashamed I felt." I managed to summarize the event between my tears. Mark kissed me and holding me in his arms he whispered sweet words into my ear to ease my conscience. In mid winter, our third anniversary was approaching and we decided to take a break and go to Vegas. We drove in our new Cadillac under the desert sun. Although we were in February, it was wonderful in Las Vegas. Anyway, the weather outdoors didn't concern us very much. We would spend our leisure time between the game tables to try our luck and in bed making love. On the third day, after our afternoon lovemaking was over, we went downstairs to the casino to try our luck in gambling. Mark has always preferred slot machines, and I like to play card games. I had won some money on blackjack and called it quits. While I was waiting in cue to collect my winnings in cash, a man in his forties, was in front of me. He smiled at me, slightly turning his head back. "You have been lucky." "Yes. But it's only $ 800." I smiled. "Congratulations." "Thank you." "My name is Ben." He offered his hand. "I'm Melissa. Pleased to meet you." I shook his hand. "Pleasure is mine." "Would you care to join us, my husband and me, for a drink?" I offered. "Wish to... But I have to make up for the loss." He declined. Then it was his turn, and he was busy counting out money from his wallet. Collecting the coins in his palm he lifted his eyes to look into mine. "When I get rid of these I'll find you." I counted my winnings, placing them in my purse, looked for Mark. I saw him from a distance, waving to me. Together we found an empty table to sit. "Who was he?" Mark inquired. "Oh that gentleman? Well, I don't know." "Did he make a pass at you?" "No. We just exchanged a few words." "Would you consider to seduce him?" "Do you really want me to find myself a lover?" I asked. "Do you think that our marriage won't be harmed if I go to bed with another man?" "Can you promise that you'll always let me know what you're doing and tell me all the details each time after it is happened? It would be quite a kick to hear about it, you know." "I have already invited him to come over and sit with us." "Will he come?" "I don't know. He didn't seem affected by my charm." "Why don't you go after him now?" He suggested. "Remember what happened with my tennis teacher? I don't want to be humiliated once more. Let's take it easy. If he comes along, I promise I'll flirt with him shamelessly until we end up in bed together." "OK. Let's keep our fingers crossed." Mark answered. We were silently sipping our drinks when he showed up by our table. "This isn't my day to play at roulette. Mind if I join you?" "Oh. Please sit down." I said smiling. "Hi. My name is Ben." Shaking hands with my husband. "Hi. I am Mark and this is my wife Melissa." "I've already met your wife. What a lovely name. Melissa." Turning to me. "Thank you, Ben." He sat between me and Mark. "You have a pretty wife." He said. Mark must have been thinking how sexy his petite wife looked sitting there with an aim to seduce this handsome stranger in front of his eyes. "Thank you." I smiled. We exchanged more pleasantries and got to know each other better. We learned that he is 45, a bachelor, and lives in a house not far from our place, but travels a lot. In the end, he invited us to his room for dinner. Once in his suite, he made us to sit, while he called the room-service. Returning with champagne glasses he offered us a rare brand, we began to taste that wonderful French wine. We dined royally, still getting to know all about him. He was a wealthy businessman who has to move around the continent very frequently. On rare occasions, he spends his leisure time in his beach house which was not very far from our own place. When the meal was over, we moved towards the fireplace, and sat down, me and Mark in a double couch and he at the opposite side, facing us. For a while, we silently sipped our cognacs and watched burning logs. Then, we began to chat. It was around ten o'clock when we were talking about "free sex, open marriages, virtue of permissiveness... and so on" "I think, couples have the right to choose their way in sexual preferences." Mark continued. "Can you accept that your wife goes to bed with another man?" Ben asked. "Yes and no. Yes; if she continues to love me, no; if it harms my marriage." He explained. "I've never been married so I can't tell if I can live with the fact my woman loves some other man." "Jealousy in marriage is outdated." Mark declared. "I went to bed with a lot of married women, but I was never in love with any of them." Ben responded. "My recent fantasy is letting Melissa find herself a lover." "Do you have a lover?" Ben asked me. "No. But, before I married Mark I had sex with a couple of men." I answered meekly. "Do you give your full consent that your wife can go to bed with other men?" Directing his questions to Mark. "By all means." Mark was sure of himself. "Do you advertise your wife's charms and spread the word around that she is an easy lay." He inquired. "No." "Do you bring home your friends and let them fuck Melissa?" "No. But..." Mark was bewildered. "Have ever considered to offer her to your boss, as a bribe for a possible promotion?" "No." "You said yourself that you are open-minded towards sex. But it seems you've done absolutely nothing about it." He criticized. "All you've done is seemed to make her wear skimpy dresses and prick-tease other men without actually going all the way. Excuse my expression, but it is hypocrisy." "But... but this is new for us... What I'm trying to say is; I wouldn't mind if she finds herself a lover." "My friend, you have chosen the easiest way out in your dilemma. And you intent put all the burden on her conscience alone." "I have no such intention, whatsoever." Mark was adamant. "Prove it then." Ben challenged my husband. "Would you like to fuck my wife?" Mark's offer came as an unexpected slap on my face. But, Ben was rather reluctant. "Here my man, please take it easy. I am not some horny youngster after a quick release. I'm a little choosy in my affairs with women. I find it highly displeasing to bed a woman and forget about her tomorrow." "And, what do you expect from me? How would you like to have Melissa?" Mark still pursued the subject. I was shocked. My husband's insistence humiliated me even further. "I may consider to take her as my mistress when I stay at my beach house. Provided, of course my other conditions are met." I started to stand up and leave, but my husband held a grip on my arm. "I must have the priority over your wife's body." He continued. "And you have to bring her to me whenever I need her in my bed." "Agreed." Mark was prompt. "No one asks my idea." I complained. "That is correct my dear." Ben said turning to me. "Your husband just gave his consent to lend you to me." "But... But..." I tried to object to what was happening. Mark was readily unloading me to this stranger as if I were a commodity he could do anything with it. "Ben's right. Melissa. You should go with him and do what he wishes, as we agreed before." "Second: I may choose to impregnate her and be sure the baby is mine. So, you have to wear protection when you have sex with your wife, yourself." "This is crazy." I injected. "I'm not going to hear any more of these." "Please calm down honey." Mark said, "No one would make you do something against your will." Answering Ben: "I have to... I mean, we have to think over about this. Would you let us talk alone?" "Suit yourselves. I can go downstairs and play some more while you two love birds can discuss the matter." He suggested. "When I am back, I expect you will be ready to make up your mind whether to accept my conditions or to leave." He left us alone in his suite. "It is wild. I find it hard to believe that you really don't seem to mind his outrageous conditions. Do you want to get rid of me or something?" I asked him. "Not at all. I'm just hoping that now we can finally act out what I've been trying to suggest for a long time. This is all sort of ironic because I've spent a lot of time lately, thinking about how I could get you to agree to at least try the idea of having sex with other men. I must admit I am pretty amazed to find out how easily we have accomplished to find you a suitable partner." "I, too want to go through such an experience, but I've never considered to have a permanent affair." "I understand, honey," Mark replied. "Do you think you'd like to be his mistress, and go to him whenever he asks?" "Are you really serious about letting me do that?" I asked. "Could you handle knowing that I may fall in love with another man? He even wants me to bear a child for him. How would you take that?" Suddenly I stopped. After a brief pause I said "Oh, Mark, I can't go on talking about it. Isn't it very upsetting for you too?" "Do you want to know how upset I am?" Mark asked with a laugh. "Here, I'll show you." He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing penis. "Oh my god." I replied. "My being a mistress to some other man caused that?" "It sure did. Now, please stay here and let him fuck you. I will be in our room waiting for your return and telling me all the things you will do with your lover." He stood up, gave me a kiss and left. Then, I was alone in the suite. I began to feel relaxed as I strut back and fort in front of the big mirror in the bedroom. I removed my dress and left it laying on the floor. For a while, I considered my reflection on the mirror. A young married woman only with her panties on, beautiful breasts, nipples proudly pointing upwards, slender legs, waiting in anticipation for her first lover, ready to commit adultery. I got rid of my panties as well, and looked at my pussy in the mirror. My pussy lips were swollen and barely noticeable under the dark bush. I went to the bed and opened covers. I laid on my back. Slightly, parting my legs, I tried to visualize what I would do with Ben that night. It was about midnight when Ben returned. He came to my side looking at my naked body laying on bed, waiting to be taken. "You are beautiful, Melissa. You have a perfect body." He adored me. "My husband and I decided that I will sleep with you tonight." "Why didn't Mark stay as well? He could watch us and I'm sure it would give him immense pleasure to see his wife copulating with another man." "He sure has some inhibitions still left in his mind." "Never mind. First I want to tell you more about myself. I have had sex with a lot of women. Most of them were married. I've never been married and I intent to keep it that way. Now I'm 45 years old. I don't have a child to be sure as mine. Lately, I began to look for a suitable woman who is worthy to carry my offspring." He took off his clothes and leaning over me, kissed my lips. "Will you carry my child, Melissa?" "I tentatively, accept your request, but please allow me to give my final word tomorrow. Besides, it is wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant tonight." He went down on me, kissing my pussy and inserting his tongue into my love hole. He ate me for a couple of minutes and then I told him to stand up by the bed so that he can watch us together on the mirror while I sucked him. I remembered how much I like to suck Mark's cock and I silently, promised myself to do my best on my lover. "Do you let your husband come in your mouth?" Ben asked. "Of course. Do I look so inexperienced?" "Do you swallow his cum?" "Yes. It isn't easy though, because he comes a lot." Ben told me that he hadn't come in the last two weeks, so I should be warned for lots of his juice would be filling my mouth. I kneeled in front of him and engulfed his penis with my mouth. I kept on sucking his penis, and watching at corner of my eye the reflection on the mirror. A handsome man being serviced by a beautiful young woman on her knees. He then told me, he didn't want to come before trying my pussy. He took my hands and led me to bed. We cuddled on the bed. He kissed me all over. First, my lips, then my breasts, my sensitive nipples getting most of his attention, my belly button, my pussy, my legs, even my feet were kissed, licked, nibbled. Returning the complement, I climbed over Ben. I kissed and caressed all of his hard body, paying special attention to his big cock. Then, he crawled over and caught one my knees in each hand and made me spread my legs wide. I cooperated as he put his cock in my pussy, wrapping my legs around his neck. I moved my pelvis forward to meet his strokes. I twisted and jumped and moaned as the most wonderful climax blossomed inside my body. He kept on fucking me even after I came. When he was about to come himself, he quickly brought his cock up to my lips. I opened my mouth wide. He milked his cock with his hand, pouring a copious amount of semen directly onto my tongue. I swallowed it all. For a while we laid on bed trying to catch our breath. Then he wanted me to leave and run to my husband to tell him everything. Before I left he promised to call me early in the morning. In our room I found Mark awake, waiting for me. I went into his arms and we kissed passionately. "Did you enjoy him?" Mark inquired. "Oh, yes. He was fantastic... everything was as good as you said it would be. He seemed just like the type we would want to play with." "I was not so sure how you may feel about that, though. I think you were really a little anxious and scared couple of hours ago, probably even more scared than I was at first." "Yes I was scared. I just got fucked by a complete stranger and I loved it." I went on telling him about my torrid affair with Ben. "I sucked his cock and drank his semen. Do you detect the taste on my lips?" "You know sweetheart," Mark recalled, "it's only been a couple of months that you have been willing to swallow my come. It hasn't been much longer than that, since you sucked my cock for the first time. Now here you are telling me about how you blew another man... a total stranger, and swallowed his load. You have come a long way, honey." "Well, I never thought it would be this good." I acknowledged. "I couldn't imagine having another man's cock in my pussy or my mouth... that is until last month when you began to push me." "I knew you have been getting horny," Mark replied. "In fact that's why I was so anxious to talk you into this lately." "Can we continue this conversation in bed?" I begged. "I'm getting as wet and hot as you are hard." Mark gladly accepted my suggestion. It took us each less than fifteen seconds to get undressed and into bed. As I recounted what I did with Ben a few hours earlier, we fucked and sucked each other for nearly an hour. Finally we collapsed into each others arms totally satisfied. "Sweetheart, it will be so nice to have you as my husband, and him as my lover. I'm getting so horny even thinking about it. I need you at nights and most often you can't be home to take care of me." "I understand, honey," Mark replied. "Do you think you have the courage to continue this affair?" "Could you accept that I'm in love with another man? What would you feel if I carry his child?" I asked. "Let's sleep on it and talk some more tomorrow," he suggested. "Good idea," I replied. We both fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning Mark went out for some shopping and, I was alone in bed when phone rang. It was Ben. "Good morning sweetheart." "Good morning, Ben." "How did he take it?" "You mean Mark? He was really a good sport about it. In fact I am amazed at how he reacted." I replied. "Mark says he likes the idea. In fact he's suggested something like that for some time, but I never took him seriously before." "OK, that's fantastic," Ben responded. "You mean he wants you to keep doing this... with me? He accepts that you will bear a child for me?" "We really haven't gotten that far into it. We've agreed to talk about it again later today. The question of how he might raise a child when he knows he isn't the father, hasn't come up yet. Please be patient while I discuss this with Mark." "OK. But you know the rules. You must come to me whenever I ask and I want you have my baby in your womb as soon as possible." He whispered into the phone. "If it is acceptable with you two, tell Mark I want him shave your crotch, help you to put on your make-up, brush your hair. Make sure he prepares you well for my pleasure and bring you to me at around four o'clock. If you have a problem call me back." He hung up. Mark had been about to enter the room when I put the phone in its cradle. He stood silently watching me raising from the bed going into his arms. "It was Ben." I informed him. "He wants to know if it's OK with you, my giving birth to his child." He grinned. "It is OK with me if you want to go through with it. This whole idea is becoming even more exciting in reality than it was in fantasy," Mark said to me. "I hope we can get something more going before he has to leave the hotel." Mark walked up behind me and wrapped me in his arms. "Does my sexy little wife need anything else this morning?" he asked. He pulled me to him and placed his hands on my breasts. "Yes, I do," I replied somewhat startled by his ease of mind. "As he requested, I want you to shave me between my legs and take me to his room at four o'clock sharp." As Mark continued to draw me to him I felt his hard cock pressing against the crack of my ass. It felt good... real good. I was about to turn around and kiss him when Mark said "What else he wanted me to do?" "He wanted me to tell you that you are to help me with my make-up and everything... you should prepare me for him." "I always dreamed about your pussy being bald. Shaving it myself will be fantastic." Mark said hoarsely as he reached down and caressed my pussy. "Oh, Mark, Just a sec I have to pee, than you can come to the bathroom to do the job." I freed myself from his arms. Just after I finished relieving myself he was with me in the bathroom. I started to clean my pussy with a paper tissue but he prevented me, taking the piece of paper from my hand threw it into the bin. "I want to clean your pussy with my tongue. I want to lick you down there... right now." Then Mark moved me over to sit on the side of the tube where he leaned before me kissing my pussy. "But Mark... it is dirty. Don't do it" I objected meekly. "Nothing about you is dirty, baby. From now on I'll service your pussy in any way imaginable. I will clean it, keep it hairless and lick it even if it is filled with Ben's spunk. He resumed his licking giving me thrills I haven't known existed until then. He brought in a pair of scissors from my bag and started cutting my pussy hair. After cutting as much as he could he applied his shaving creme between my legs, with a razor he carefully shaved me down there. When he finished my pussy looked as if I was a child. "Mark. One more thing. You have to stop fucking my pussy. Now it belongs to Ben. I want to be sure to have "his" baby." "Don't worry darling. I won't interfere in your project to get pregnant from an another man." He was ecstatic to know that I'm about to start an affair even beyond his wildest dream. Throughout the day he pampered me. He helped me to choose a suitable outfit, applied my lipstick and mascara, brushed my hair, preparing me for my lover. At four o'clock, he took me to Ben's room. He invited both of us in. "Did Melissa tell you everything about last night?" "Yes. Thank you for making her so happy." was my husbands reply. "Do you want to stay and watch us?" Ben offered. "It would be most pleasant for all of us your witnessing her getting fucked by her lover. "Well. I don't know... It might be too much for me." Mark excused himself. Mark wished us to enjoy ourselves and left. "Take of your clothes, let me see if he prepared you according to my instructions." Ben said. Taking off my dress and shoes was enough, leaving me completely naked in front of him. He closely examined me and found my looks fully satisfactory to his taste. I slowly parted my legs, exposing my pussy to his view. My pussy lips were swollen and slightly open. My clit was poking out of the lips at the top of my pussy. I was getting wet in anticipation to be fucked soon. He quickly undressed and got in the bed, waiting for me with open arms. I slipped under the covers on the opposite side of the bed. He snuggled up to me and placed his hand between my open legs. He began to softly slide his finger up and down my pussy, lightly stroking my clit. I moaned in pleasure. I spread my legs open even further. He inserted his finger in my hole. He went down between my legs, kissing my bald pussy and concentrated on my clit, slowly sucking it into his mouth and ever so gentle licking around it. I had reached down and held his head with my hands, guiding him as I pushed my hips up into his face. I was moaning and rotating my pussy against his mouth. He moved his hand up to my pussy and pulled my outer lips apart, exposing my inner folds to his probing tongue. He began to slide his tongue up my inner lips on either side of my love hole. From my anus up to my clit and down the other side. I was still holding his head, moaning and thrashing my head side to side. He probed with his tongue directly into my love canal, licked directly up to my clit. I shuddered and groaned. He continued this cycle. Each time he circled my clit I shuddered and groaned even more. Finally I came with a shattering climax. After a while, the muscles in my body began to relax. Ben reached down and grabbed his cock. It was dripping pre-cum all over me. He moved up on me, reached under my thighs and lifted my legs up as his cock poked around the opening of my pussy. It probed and slipped between my pussy lips. He sank into my love hole until our pubic bones rubbed together. He rested for a moment enjoying the feeling of his hard cock pulsing in me. He began a slow in and out motion and rotated his pelvis as he mashed himself against me on each in stroke. My pussy lips were swollen and spread wide as he pressed himself into me. He began to speed up. I tried to match him stroke for stroke. When it seemed that he couldn't hold back any longer and told me he was coming, I reached up and pulled him into my cunt as hard as I could. He began to spurt his semen deep in my clutching hole. My pussy spasmed around his cock, milking it as I began to feel my second orgasm as well. After a half a dozen spurts he collapsed on me. I held him as he softened in my pussy. Eventually his cock slipped out and slide down, fully covered with the mix of our love juices. He rolled off and we lay there together until we caught our breath. I rolled towards him onto my side and swung my leg over his pressing my pussy against him. I told him that my orgasm had been extraordinary. He told me it was one of his best fucks, too. When I returned to our room in early hours of the morning. Mark cleaned my pussy with his tongue, eating Ben's spunk. The day after, he was gone, leaving us a note at the registration. On the note he wrote: ______________________________________________ Dear Melissa and Mark, I am delighted to know you both. When I am at home -in a month- I will call you. Mark, prepare your wife as you did yesterday, and bring her to me when I ask. In the meantime don't use her cunt. Remember it belongs to me. Love. Signed: Ben _______________________________________________ A couple of days after he left we returned to our house. We continued our normal way of life except Mark had never put his penis in my vagina. We diverted to oral or anal sex in our lovemaking. On an early April night Ben finally called and wanted to talk to me on the phone. "I missed you Melissa. Do you miss me too?" "Yes darling. I'm looking forward to meeting you again." "Are you pregnant?" He asked unexpectedly. "No. I had my period ten days ago." "OK. I want both of you in my house, this weekend." He gave the necessary directions for us to find his place and hang up. I turned to my husband. "Ben wants us at his house, this weekend." On the following Friday, we were on the road looking for the address he gave me. And it wasn't long, before we spotted his place at the sea side. He opened the door with a big smile on his face. He kissed me passionately, in front of my husband. But Mark didn't seemed minded by my affection to this man. "Come on in." Ben shook hands with my husband. "I brought my wife to you as requested. I don't know if you want me to leave immediately." "Why? I want you to stay and watch us." Ben refused to let my husband go. "You are an open minded fellow. Just be brave. Can't you take to see your beautiful wife being serviced by her lover?" "Please stay. Mark." I interfered. "You may have hard time, though watching us copulating and you can't fuck her yourself. You'll still have the alternative, masturbation." Ben was becoming cruel. "OK, but only for tonight." Ben took me to a couch and started to feel my body. We kissed passionately. He checked my pussy, and commented Mark for his fine job. "I appreciate that you shaved her very carefully. I always prefer my women without hair between their legs. It would be a nuisance when you go down on them if something else comes into your mouth besides pure pussy meat. And, Melissa has the most exquisite cunt I've come across in my life. It tastes wonderful. I don't have to tell you all these, you must be familiar with her more than me." He wanted me completely naked. I slowly stripped and exposed myself to these two men who I was in love with both. Ben let Mark lick my pussy while he was playing with my breasts and kissing my lips. I was in Heaven. Late at night, Mark laid on the couch, and Ben took me upstairs to his bedroom. Once in his bedroom, he turn out the lights and light some candles. "I don't want to make love to you in total darkness. In dim light, it will be more romantic." He began to take off his clothes while I undressed quickly and slipped in bed. In the candle light Ben admired the details of my body. Laying on bed my nipples rose so nicely from my breasts. My bald pussy was swelled and wet in anticipation. I sighed when his fingers opened my vagina. He leaned closer, kissing me between my legs. His penis was hard, ready to explore inside my love canal. He climbed over me, and we moved together, letting our bodies feel the smooth touch of one another. Slowly I made my way down to his cock. I breathed easily as I stroked him and watched it respond. When my tongue gave the underside or his pole a warm, wet lick, he let out a groan. I eased him in my mouth, sucking dutifully. My lips glided up and down his cock, getting it sticky with my saliva. "I can taste you already, I murmured. "A little bead of your sweet come was just on my tongue." I settled on his back so that his cock stood upright and cast a shadow across his abdomen. Straddling his hips, I rubbed his glans across my slit so he could feel how slick I was; then I took his cock inside me, moving so that his shaft sank deeply in my pussy. I moved over him with steady thrusts. I felt so nice on top of him. My hands , braced against my thighs at first, I put them on his chest, as the pace of our lovemaking increased. He cupped my breasts, playing and teasing my nipples between his fingers, pinching them lovingly as I drove my pussy down harder and faster around his magnificent cock. When I came, Ben was there with me shooting his semen into my womb. My mouth opened in a silent scream, and ecstasy filled my body. Once I collapsed on top of him, we cuddled tightly. "You were great, Melissa. I haven't known any woman more sexy than you." He whispered. "I hope one of your sperm cells can find its way to my egg, tonight." I felt complacent. Ben stayed there throughout the spring and Mark took me to him every weekend. He usually left me with Ben so that we weren't disturbed during our long lovemaking sessions. In late May, this year I went to my gynecologist and was informed that I was pregnant. And it had been six weeks, since I was carrying Ben's child. Both Ben and Mark were jubilant when they heard the news. I felt strange to have a baby growing in me, planted by a man other than my beloved husband. I promised Mark that I would bear my next baby from him. He loved the idea, but insisted that I shouldn't make a firm commitment before discussing it with my lover. He emphasized Ben had the priority on my body. I just completed my fifth month in pregnancy. I expect to give birth to a girl (in these days, the technology informs mothers before they went into the delivery room) in the first week of February 1998. Now, Mark has full access to my pussy. He says he missed it (or her) very much. I put on some weight (it slightly exceeds 120 pounds) but my husband still finds me very attractive. Our love life has never been this great. We are waiting for our daughter to arrive. We will call her Sandra. END OF THE STORY September 1997 3144 1.32/512345