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        Like Shifting Sands


              Chapter one of three
              A first threesome! Wendy ran hot and cold on it

              At night in bed a hot-box, hips squirming, panting in my ear 
              eager to try it, but like a shifting sand bar in a rushing river 
              current, the urge would seem to wash away at the harsh light of 
              day. 

              However, like that river sand bar washed downstream, another urge 
              always seemed to build up in its place. Days, sometimes weeks, 
              passed with no mention of the sinful idea of Wendy with another 
              man. However, like one grain of sand at a time, it would build up 
              again in both our minds. After eight years of marriage, it was a 
              game we had recently begun to play. Fantasy fucking we called it, 
              but it was played with an ever increasing fervor and an awareness 
              of its looming reality. In bed anything could touch it off, my 
              tiny hint, her responsive giggle and in a few minutes Larry 
              would be fucking her while she whispered to me telling me what he 
              was doing what she was feeling 

              *******

              But morning follows night, and with lashes lowered, her ocean blue 
              eyes would shamefully shift away perhaps remorseful of last 
              evenings pillow talk, the whispered words, her secret 
              revelations, thoughts of other men, whispered in the heat of 
              passion. Perhaps embarrassed by the abandoned way in which she 
              fucked while we fantasized it was another guy squealing and 
              lifting her hips, pretended it was our friend Larry deep in her 
              tender little cunt. Or the way it started last night, with my 
              usually timid wife quickly shucking up her knee-length nightie and 
              softly, but urgently, breathing out the exciting words, Yes yes 
              ohhh yes, do it Larry do it quickly, but dont tell please dont 
              tell my husband 

              Or maybe she knew I was also remembering the enthusiasm with which 
              she made love with Larry the way she eagerly kicked off her 
              panties for him, the wiggling and pinning back of her spread knees 
              as he fucked her to a blinding orgasm. Perhaps she was thinking of 
              the way her heels pressed down on his back as she panted the 
              ultimate four-letter word the grunting throaty repetitious 
              whispering of

              Ohhh yes ohhhhhhh yes ohhh fuck me Larry fuck me ooohhhhhh 

              And at the end there was the way Wendy clasped his back her 
              breath panting through parted lips, Cumm in me Larry oh cumm in 
              meeee! 

              Yes, if only by proxy, it was Larry who came in my wife last 
              night Larry who felt her sharp nails on his back and felt her 
              shutter as he released his sperm in a series of clutching spurts.

              *********

              But now as we made early morning eye contact, as if she was 
              reading my thoughts, there was a slight flush on her pretty 
              cheeks. Her still sleepy eyes flicked down to the coffee cup 
              clutched in the fingers of both hands. For several moments we 
              didnt speak. We seemed lost in our own emotions, our own private 
              thoughts. It had become apparent that I was ready to move from 
              fantasy to reality and last night had been very intense. We made 
              love like mating tigers and when she gasped out his name, again 
              and again, the excitement consumed us like the flames of a 
              wind-blown fire. 
              Larry was my childhood friend, my golfing partner. We shared 
              lifes secrets, had swapped college girlfriends; he was my closest 
              male friend and I could trust him with my life. At least once or 
              twice a week he was at the house. So the ease with which it could 
              happen was becoming all too real in both our minds and that 
              reality seemed to hover just around the corner. Wendy saw me lost 
              in thought. She reached across the table. Her hand softly cupped 
              over the back of my hand. Her fingers were thrillingly warm from 
              clutching the hot coffee mug. She squeezed her fingers on mine 
              body warmth; love and emotion flowed from Wendy to me. 

              Darling, I know you want to, she whispered and paused. Wendys 
              lashes fluttered, her eyes flicked up to mine. They were wide open 
              now, shimmering, like aqua-blue mirrors through which I might peer 
              into her precious mind. I saw her tongue flick across her lower 
              lips as she sought the right words. 

              Darling, she started again, Well last night well its 
              thrilling and exciting to pretend andit makes me cumm yes cumm 
              really hard, but but I dont think I could ever well really do 
              that with Larry

              Across the table our hands switched, mine now clasping hers. 
              Honey, I know, I understand. Ill never push you into it. I love 
              you with all the feeling in my body. Her eyes started to tear as I 
              continued, Wendy, youre precious to me, youre my life and all 
              that matters to me in this world. 

              I paused, searching for a way to express the feelings. If he 
              doesnt understand it himself, how does a man explain that crazy 
              urge deep in his gut, to share the woman he loves with another 
              guy? To see her open her legs and wrap her arms around another 
              guys neck then just sit there and wait to hear her gasp as his 
              cock presses through the hairs to find that gleaming wet little 
              crease in her loins. 

              I tried to explain. Its just one of those bizarre male urges, 
              something that I know would be exciting to play out maybe only 
              once or twice just to see what it would be like 

              Wendy didnt let me finish. She came around the table and perched 
              on my lap, I felt the warmth of her buttocks through her thin 
              robe; her tear-streaked cheek was moist against my neck. Darling 
              theres something you must know, she murmured. I want to oh how 
              I want to but Im scared afraid for our marriage. When Larry is 
              at the house, I think about it. 

              I think about it every minute!

              She sat up. I could feel her breath on my cheek as she spoke. 
              When he looks at me, the way men look at women I feel it; I 
              really feel it tug something in my stomach. 

              Should we try it then, just one time?

              Im afraid to, was her response. Im afraid I would want to do 
              it again and again. But someday, when the urge is strong and I 
              feel the time is right Ill do it with Larry Ill fuck with him 
              at least the one time, and darling you will be there and you will 
              see it 

              *********

              Wendy, like most young women is an enigma, their female minds, a 
              constant drift of emotion, but I was slowly putting the puzzle 
              together. We would continue to play the game; it had awakened in 
              her an itch she needed to scratch. But the reality, well, it had 
              to happen in her own way, in her own time. No deliberation. No 
              shameful planning just a spontaneous happening. Maybe someday an 
              impulsive tumble on our bed, a simple quick fuck, one she might 
              prefer to forget, one that could leave her emotion and marriage 
              safely aside. 

              For weeks I said little, but I watched. I noted the way she 
              stepped around him if he was too near, saw her slant her eyes 
              toward me if he touched her arm or waist in passing. If he leaned 
              close when they spoke her face would color. She was teetering on 
              the edge and there was almost a natural progression to the next 
              step. Yes it was slow, but inevitable, and we both knew it.

              ********

              Then came the memorable Saturday morning, a golf day. We shared a 
              very early morning breakfast with Larry at our house. Wendy, still 
              a little sleepy eyed, and dressed in a thin bathrobe was beyond 
              lovely. She was the quintessential pretty housewife just tumbled 
              out of her husbands bed. Her hair was tied back with some kind of 
              a clasp. No make-up altered the natural beauty of her pretty face. 
              She was bra-less, just her around-thehouse cotton panties under 
              the soft robe. There was an underlying sensuality in her plain 
              appearance as though sharing an intimacy with Larry that only a 
              husband might see. Serving us, she was especially attentive; her 
              hand seemed to linger on his shoulder as she placed food on the 
              table. She moved about the breakfast table, her firm breasts 
              swaying slightly side to side, the cheeks of shapely buttocks 
              clearly outlined by the thin robe. Surreptitiously his eyes 
              followed her moves. Her pink nipples brushed against the cloth, 
              exciting him exciting her. She would glance at him, then blush 
              and quickly look away. As we were finishing, she came up behind my 
              chair. Her hair brushed my neck as she leaned close warm lips 
              brushed the side of my neck, I love you darling, she whispered. 
              I swung her around and she perked on my lap. Her cheeks were 
              flushed, a little guilt in her eyes. I knew where her mind had 
              been going.

              Her teary words of a few weeks ago came to mind. The soft 
              sensuality in the way she whispered it, slowly drawing out every 
              syllable..

              When hes near, I think about it every minute!

              My wife wanted him he wanted her I wanted it to happen. The 
              tension hovered around us. It was like a firecracker with a lit 
              fuse, but a fuse that always seemed to sputter out just before the 
              explosion. 

              Out in the driveway, loading our golf clubs in his car, I heard 
              her call out to me. Honey can you step back in a moment? 

              Larry, you load up Ill be right back, I said and stepped back 
              inside the house. 

              Honey, kiss me goodbye. She moved her hips against mine. Her 
              lips were moist and warm. The kiss was clinging and very intense, 
              much more than a quick husband/wife goodbye kiss. She was warm to 
              my touch, hips snuggling against my groin.

              With her arms still around my neck she questioned. Are you going 
              to play the whole 18?

              Yeah probably, but if its a hot day well maybe quit on the 9th 
              green.

              Honey her voice was whispery soft, a little pout on her pretty 
              mouth. When Larry drops you off well ah have him come inside 
              ah for a while if you still want to

              The words went through me like a hot knife. She sounded like a 
              breathless little girl who was being naughty. And I could see it 
              on her blushing face, in her eyes. I knew exactly what she was 
              telling me, but I was suddenly at a loss to respond. 

              Something warm started to creep into my stomach. I held her 
              shoulders at arms length and looked deep into her eyes. Wendy was 
              staring back at me, with that gorgeous, wide-eyed innocent look. 

              You mean likelike? I was stammering.

              Long dark lashes suddenly hid the blue of her eyes. She put a long 
              painted finger-nail between her pearly teeth and kind of bit down 
              on it gently. It was her shy little girl look. 

              She purred, Um hmm. If you still want to to see him with me

              I was struck speechless. Embarrassed now, she hid her warm face 
              against my neck. I could feel her lips moist and warm against my 
              skin. 

              Do you still want to see it see him fucking me she whispered? 
              As she spoke her warm moving lips were brushing against the side 
              of my neck. I felt it clear to my groin. 

              Oh God, yes. 

              Darling, go now, she murmured, Ill shower and have the bed 
              ready

              ************

              I walked the course like a zombie, missing shot after shot. The 
              ninth green seemed like hours away. All I could see was Wendy on 
              our bed with him coming down between her spread knees her blue 
              eyes glazed, staring unseeingly into mine as his cock slid into 
              her warm cunt. My mind became one enormous erogenous zone as I 
              thought about her responding like she does when we play the game. 
              It was like some fiendish Devil was painting sordid colored 
              pictures on the insides of my eyelids, broad-brush strokes mostly 
              pink.

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