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     We had been having minor martial problems for some time now. 

But lately it has become very serious.  Rather than beat around

the bush about it I will just be blunt and simplistic, I'm horny. 

I have done my darndest to be understanding about it.  Now, I am

not unattractive and have been told exactly that on several

occasions.  As a matter of fact, a friend of mine (who has been a

helpful, but platonic, support lately) has constantly reinforced

my own positive feelings about myself, so that I know the problem

is not me.  



     Anyway, we have talked about it at great length.  I have

been very positive, certainly not ridiculing or accusative about

it.  So we decided to see a therapist.  This took some doing on

my part, but we eventually went.  For several long weeks we

talked about possible problems and solutions, none of which

seemed to be of any help.  Then the therapist started getting

into what I would call the kinky solutions.  One that was

mentioned was observing others making love.  Now I know that in

the past we have both enjoyed watching porn videos and they have

seemed to be a turn-on for both of us, but their "effectiveness"

seemed to have declined lately.  Going home that night we talked

about just that.  My husband, almost in desperation, said that

maybe we should try it, but how.  The therapist hadn't been much

help in that.  



     Then my husband, who up until this time has really not

opened up on this subject, admitted something which really

surprised me (and it must have been hard for him to say, too). 

He said he had a recurring fantasy of me "making it" with someone

else while he was there.  With great soul-searching that evening

and the next day we decided to try it.  Now all we needed was a

third party.  This would be hard as I didn't want an "unknown" or

a "pro" or just anybody.  



     Again my husband came to the "rescue."  He "reminded" me of

a past "incident" where he had mistakenly assumed that passionate

letters and a couple of porno stories written by this friend of

mine were proof of my infidelity.  (It had taken some doing to

convince him otherwise, but, eventually, he did believe me.  This

person and I had never had anything approaching an affair,

although the thought had crossed my mind many times.)  He

suggested, believe it or not, my friend, Jim.  Now, I about fell

out of bed, that's where he said it.  I said I would think about

it.



     Well, I did, constantly for the next three days!  I told my

husband that "it was worth a try."  The next big hurdle was Jim.



     Jim was an enigma, but a nice one.  He was mad, passionately

in love with me, but he refused to go beyond expressing it

verbally, although before we "got caught" he had massaged (not

without passion and feeling) my feet, hands and back (he was

"into that sort of thing").  And we had shared a chaste, but

emotion-filled, hug on several occasions.  He also loved to write

nice porn stories (sometimes using our names in them as my

husband, unfortunately, discovered) that just seemed to possibly

be rooted in reality.  But they were nice gentle stories and I

sure liked to read them.  Anyway, I was just not sure what he

would say.  At first he didn't believe me, thinking it a joke (he

called it cruel).  Then when I finally convinced him of the

genuineness of it he had reservations about the audience.  To

make a long story short, he finally agreed.



     The day of the therapy arrived.  Jim arrived as nervous and

uncomfortable as anyone I have ever seen, but my husband and I

spent an hour or so just talking.  Jim never had gotten to know

my husband, needless to say, so this provided a good opportunity. 

My husband was the one who was going to control the "tempo," so

he suggested that we all change into appropriate attire,

bathrobes.

  

     In the bedroom, I reminded my husband that I needed some

preparation.  Jim suggested that we put on some nice music and

maybe dance a little, even though he said he didn't dance well

and hadn't for years.  My husband agreed and said he would just

go off in the corner and keep quiet.  We should ignore him.



     I guess Jim could, or would, at least, try, as he came over

to me and put his arms around me.  How nice that felt, he had a

gentle touch.  



     As the music played, we just kind of drifted around a small

space, Jim just gazing into my eyes.  I guess he still realized

that my husband was there as every time his back was to him he

whispered that he loved me and other delightful things that just

sent me tingling.  I hadn't felt this way since I was a school

girl and that was a long time ago.



     For what seemed like hours we just floated around with his

blue puppy-dog eyes glued to mine.  On and on we went.  He

stroked my hair as he told me how soft and lovely it was.  And he

told me how deep and blue and lovely my eyes were, how small and

dainty and charming my nose was and how full and sensuous my lips

were.  All of this, and more, he said in very quiet tones that

couldn't be heard beyond my hearing.  I needed only that for the

juices to begin flowing.  My heart was all a twitter.  Passion

was in his voice, as well as his words, as his gaze became even

more intense.  He never once took his eyes off of mine and never

took his gentle and loving hands off of me.



     Then very slowly, in time to the music, he pulled me to him

and we hugged, full length, as we had so longed to do.  And it

was wonderful.  Then I felt him stir.  There was no mistake, his

manhood was rousing.  The first movements were like a gentle

touch on my groin, like a hand gentle feeling for my warm, moist

vagina.  The "hand" pressed harder and my heart quickened in

response.  I could feel his breath catch and his heart beat

faster, too.  



     It was a incredible feeling and glorious time in my life.  I

had never quite felt like this before.  I had never quite felt

that a man wanted me quite like this before, not an object of

lust so much as wanting to share something with me.  And I could

feel my lust, a much fought adversary in my life, was receding in

favor of this new and wonderful feeling of sharing of something

wonderful, something beautiful, sharing Love, "Love" with a

capital "L".  This man really wanted to make Love to me because

he Loved me, not just because I was a desireable woman.  



     This feeling, so new and foreign to me, was almost over

whelming.  My knees nearly buckled with the ecstacy of the

moment.  Jim quickly grabbed me, holding me close in his arms.  



     When I had recovered my balance he gentle held me out at

arms length and mouthed the words very clearly, "I Love you!  No

matter what, I Love you!"



     Then he leaned down and kissed me for the first time.  It

was heavenly.  His kiss was warm, heartfelt and deeply

passionate.  As it lingered, he gentle caressed my lips with his

tongue until I consented and parted them.  For what seemed like

minutes he explored everywhere, beginning with my teeth and, like

someone scouting new territory, didn't miss anything.  But it was

done in such a way that I never felt like he was invading me at

all.  I felt like, "Hey, Jim, this is me.  I want to share me

with you, but take me along."  And he did.  I felt I was with him

the whole time.



     As Jim's tongue satiated its wanderlust, his hands had

discovered its.  Very cautiously they began to ambled around my

back as they still held me close.  From the middle they meandered

to my shoulders, in passing, giving them a few deep massage

strokes that released a lot of built-up tension.  



     Exhausted from our first kiss he found my neck and playfully

kissed and licked it.  Ooooooo.  No one had ever done that to me

before and it felt so good.  But his hands were not done. 

Eventually, almost by accident it seemed, they crept down to my

buttocks.  Slowly and sensuously his warm hands stroked me, not

in a lewd way, more like play.  He didn't seem to miss a contour. 

The feeling aroused even more of me, if that was possible, and I

could feel that Jim was following suit.  Then his hands traced

their way back to my shoulders.



     The music and audience were totally incidental, now, as once

again Jim held me at arms length, gazing into my deep blue eyes,

caressing me with his look and whispered words.  His hands slowly

and cautiously slipped down until then rested on my breasts.  His

eyes never leaving mine and his sweet words never stopping.  For

a few moments they lay there comfortably.  Then he apprehensively

parted my robe and his warm flesh found mine at last.



     As his hands gently cupped my firm breasts like they

belonged there, my already erect nipple found their rightful

place in his kind and sensitive fingers.  With utmost tenderness

they stroked the nipples until they became as hard as his penis

must have been (but, unfortunately, I couldn't see).



     Then those Loving hands delicately parted my robe the rest

of the way and spontaneously, with no effort to moderate his

voice, he said, "My god, I never imagined you were so beautiful!" 

As if star-struck, he just sort of stared with his mouth hanging

open.  His eyes had obviously left mine.  They slowly absorbed

what seemed like my entire being, as I let the robe fall to the

floor.  Again, I never had the feeling of the slightest hint of

lewdness, it was two people sharing themselves.  The feeling of

this man in all honesty telling me what I hoped was true, but was

never quite sure, filled me with love for him.  The tears filled

my eyes.  



     "What have I done," he cried when his eyes again found mine

and he pulled me again close to him.  Although his robe was not

open, his staunch penis could not be contained.  I had not taken

notice of it, strangely enough, but I could feel that it was

substantial.  He was restrained from holding me too closely by

the protuberance.  Now it was my turn.  I quickly pulled his robe

open and parted my legs slightly and pulled him as close as I

could.  



     Now I could feel his manhood and it was good.  The warm

firmness felt heavenly against my moist labia.  Just the

struggling to go from a wonderful embrace to a passionate kiss

caused relative motion between our genitals that nearly brought

my climax.  A deep groan escaped Jim before our lips met.  



     For ages we clutched together like lost children, not

wanting to be separate, fervently yearning to be one.   His fully

erect penis felt comfortable against my perineum.  Very slight

motion from subconscious sources within both of us kept the

sensations tingling.



     When our kiss had run its course, Jim looked me in the eyes

once again, whispering, "I Love you more than life itself.  What

we will do pales in its sight, but it is my only way to express

my Love physically.  We can only be as one in God's eyes with

this feeling I have, He understands that if an action enhances

life, not detracts from it, it is good."



     Not waiting for a superfluous reply to these words, his

hands deftly and gently cupped my buttocks.  He first pulled me

away from himself, then with a rocking of his hips, artfully

guided his magnificently erect manhood towards my awaiting

vagina.  As I made contact with his glans, he paused.  He

carefully rubbed it against my engorged clitoris causing me to

gasp in joy.  My wobbly legs could not hold me up anymore, but

his firm hands held me.  As the ecstatic caressing of my bud

continued to drive me closer to the brink, he whispered, "Knock,

knock, Sweet Heart, may I come in?"  



     He answered his own question, or rather his penis did as it

paused, crept lower and enlodged itself in my ripe labia.  The

secretions had paved the way for an easy entry.  Between the

ministrations of Jim's gentle, but firm hands and the tenacious

probing of his gigantic, throbbing staff, the entry was made. 

Only our patience and the continued urgency of our loins were

needed now to assure complete coupling.  After a few minutes of

delightful gyrations, squeezes, and grunts and groans, he was

nearly completely in me.  The full feeling was delicious.  



     Since Jim was virtually supporting my whole weight anyhow,

it seemed like all that was needed was to close the door.  I

reached up around Jim's neck, kissed him hard on the lips and

pulled myself up until I could wrap my legs around his loins.  As

I clutched him, his splendid penis finally glided home.



     As Jim, with a great, but not unwanted, effort slowly made

his way to the bed, we vaguely became aware of a crooning voice

from the corner saying, "OK, I can take it from here, Jim.... 

OK, Jim, I can do it now.... Stop!... Jim!...Jim!"  But he

finally realized that there are some fires mortal men cannot

extinguish.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was

going to take care of things on his own, however.



     Jim climbed on the bed and with the utmost of tenderness

laid me down.  There we remained locked, totally engaged.  Jim

had never taken his eyes off mine.  We lay linked in ecstacy for

possibly fifteen minutes, who knows, alternating between

delicious deep gazing into each other's very soul and long

luscious kisses.  The passion was dripping everywhere, including

the corner, I presumed.



     With nearly unnoticeable movement we began the Love Dance,

which I hoped would never end.  With relentless strokes Jim made

his way into and nearly out of my warm, dark, moist grotto of

joy.  I felt an integral part of Jim, we moved together as well-

orchestrated partners of Love.



     At one point, he unexpectedly withdraw his splendid shaft to

practically the point of loss of engagement.  My heart skipped a

beat or two, but once again he begin the delightful journey

inside of me, his staff seemingly renewed in energy, expanded and

extended.  The removal was sheer agony, but the return filled me

with utter elation.  The strong thrusting of Jim's loins

encouraged the turgid vein-studded pole in its endeavors on its

long exotic voyage.



     As the gentle rhythms of our convulsing pelvises gradually

increased in intensity, our breathing took on a certain urgency

and our pelvic spasms followed suit.  My purposeful leg clutch-

release was finely tuned to the earnest thrust-lingering

withdrawal of Jim's hips.  His magnificently sturdy and

shimmering penis seemed to grow more turgid with each stroke.



     Once again nature had turned the struggle between two adults

into a cavorting dance created by God as one of the last bastions

of joy in this troubled world.  Jim's superb rock-hard, yet

sensitive penis, had met its passionate equal in the exquisitely

soft and sensitive, gloriously seductive, warm and lusciously

moist Cave of Love.  We were oblivious to everything, but each

other; the amazing activities of our bodies, no longer in our

control.  All we could do was cling to each other in rapture and

let Nature take its course.  Our arms encircling each other,

drawing us closer and closer until we meshed as one.



     The only noises, imperceptible to us, was muted fluid noises

of our combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak, our

passionate breathing and an almost imperceptible moaning

somewhere off in the distance. 



     Precisely, as if on cue, our breathing became more like

grunts and groans as the heated motion of our bodies became more

spontaneous and impulsive and less restrained.  As our exertion

approached what must have looked like agony to an observer, our

sensuous groans became a constant stream of erotic and carnal

grunts.  I attempted to control our fantastic thrusts, just to

make them linger, but to no avail.  



     Then for one instant Jim withdrew his towering, flaming rod

and then blindly plunged himself to the hilt.  I felt this last

gigantic thrust bring Jim into my previously unassailed inner

sanctum.  Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous and

guttural primeval cry.  I fought my urge to scream and did not

succeed.  A shriek of ecstacy bubbled from me.  "Oh, no, God! 

Don't let it be finished!"  But I, too, was finished!  



     Our simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed.  An enormous

mass of hot seminal fluid, seemingly Jim's total life's energy,

spewed forth to penetrate every cranny in me.  As he strove to

extract the last vital drop, I clung to him for dear life.  Our

juices became too much for me to contain, our essential life

fluids mingled and flowed freely over me and the bed. 



     With utter joy, we lay spent in each others arms.



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