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said, "Well sweetie, Ive thought of having sex with a lot of women—but havent."
"But guys are supposed to think that way honey," she argued, "For a woman to admit to that would make her wanton. I feel ashamed Gary. Do you hate me?" This penitence came after a full year of talking about how she wondered what another man would feel like inside her.
I hadnt been aroused until we began talking about it, but the conversation stimulated me to an immediate erection. "Who have you imagined having sex with Charie," I asked.
"Are you getting angry with me Gary?"
I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my substantial erection and said, "If I were mad baby, do you think that I would have gotten this hard?"
She lay her head on my chest, the air from her nostrils washing my bare skin (I always slept in the nude). Her hand gently grasped my hardness and moved the loose outer skin of my phallus up and down. She was quiet, stroking to please me, but something was on her mind.
"You didnt answer my question baby." She kept stroking, quietly. "Baby?" I asked again. I was imagining the man sitting across the table from me that night spreading Charies legs and mounting her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt.
"Baby?" I asked again insistently then held my breath.
Hers was like the voice of a little girl who had done something wrong and was confessing to her father. "John."
The air escaped from my lungs. I became unbelievably out of control and my balls released my load with a force that I hadnt experienced since I was thirteen. She lifted her face, my sticky load sagging from her forehead to her nose, and said stifling a sob, "Oh, darling. You were excited about it too!"
My initial explosion was a preamble to a long and passionate night. In the morning the sheets on our bed were all bunched up; still damp from the soaking that came from our bodily fluids. Charies hair, ordinarily soft and silky, was matted and stuck together, like she had sculpted it with Mousse. The large lips of her pussy were red and puffy, almost raw. And, my cock was chaffed, burning to my touch, my testicles feeling as if they had been squeezed in a vise. Our love making had been so avaricious that we smelled like athletes after a long and hard fought contest. But perspiration was only one component of our redolence. We both had an epiphany that transported us to an insatiable lust, were both exhausted and not really in the mood for church.
Charie had, since the porno shop in New York city, discussed the curiosity that resided deep within her at what another mans penis would feel like inside her, and I never discouraged her fantasy, but the mere suggestion of sex with other persons, even though John and Penny might have been just conversational, filled us at first with feelings of
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guilt, then sent us into a passionate interaction which we pursued with wild abandon. There was no question that we were both in need of R&R, a respite to insure that we didnt do permanent damage to our sexual assets.
We were both groggy. The coffee and hot showers mitigated our sluggishness to some extent, but as we drove to church that Sunday morning we just wanted to get off the car seat which was further irritating our tender parts, lay down on a bed, apart from one another, and try to rest our wounded bodies.
John and Penny looked at both of us when we were putting on our choir robes, chuckled to one another and gave us, what appeared to, understanding smiles.
After what I had imagined about John and Penny, whether it was true or not, participating in the choir would never be the same. While sitting in the choir loft during Church, watching Penny play the organ, my eyes fixated on the mounds beneath her robe. When she played I could see them bounce and wondered if her nipples were stimulated by the friction created with the fabric of her bra. I silently cursed my eyes when my penis began to swell. And when we stood to sing the anthem I winced as my raw, plumping member burned at the touch of my underwear. With both John and Penny it was business as usual. There were no further looks or remarks that might indicate that last night had even taken place. But in the parking lot, after church, John and Penny caught up with us.
"We really enjoyed your company last night," John said. "Would you like to do it again?"
Penny smiled hopefully.
"It was a great evening," I said looking at Charie shaking my head, "A great evening. And the conversation was fun."
"Am I forgiven for speaking so inappropriately?" Penny asked Charie.
"You were just sharing what was on your heart Penny," Charie answered, coming to her aid. "Actually, Gary and I talked quite a bit about what you said. I dont know if I am ready to agree with all it, but we both thought it an interesting point of view." She was posturing, trying to appear church-like.
"I just dont like being a phony," Penny said, "not saying that you are Charie. Its just that if I feel comfortable with a friend, I like to say whats on my mind."
John jumped in, "So, shall we go to dinner again?" He asked eagerly. "Theres another place on the other side of town (the other side of town was only ten minutes away), Italian. And we can finish off at the club again and..." He seemed like he wanted to continue, but thought better of it.
By Tuesday I was back in the saddle and Charie was enjoying our rides. It seemed that now when we made love there was a new dimension to our every action. And without verbal communication on the subject we both knew that
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