
NO REGRETS

More Nostalgic Recollections From The Golden Age of Troilism

By David Cook

It was an expensive hotel and the door to the room closed with a
sigh and a click. Phil hadn't bothered with goodbyes.  Neil forced
open his eyes and tried to forget the ache in his head and the taste
in his mouth.

Vodka.  Nothing got Paula going quite like vodka and the bottle was
empty.  Three glasses and a full ash-tray, he noticed.  Oh, and a
bedside clock showing 2.17am.  Quite a night.

The three of them had gone back to the room after a long and
boisterous dinner.  Paula hadn't eaten much - the churning in her
stomach had made sure of that.  But she'd drunk plenty.  And after a
few drinks, the thought of what they were going to do later didn't
seem so bad.  Phil was attractive, with a streak of self-deprecation
she found charming. And her husband Neil was always good fun once
he'd had a drink.

Some time through the third bottle of Chardonnay she'd even started
flirting with her two suitors.  She knew she always blossomed when
she was the centre of attention.  She just couldn't help it.  As a
girl she had loved nothing better than dressing up and showing off.
Her prettiest dresses to her adoring father, her waist-length hair
to her envious sisters.  Her knickers to the boys in the school
playground. She felt herself reddening at the memories and took a
long pull at her drink.  Oh well, twenty years on this wasn't so
very different.  Just bigger boys and smaller knickers, that's all.

And she didn't have to go through with it.  Just give it a try, Neil
had pleaded.  You can stop any time you feel like it, he'd told her
time and time again.  Richie and Julie love it.  Just give it a try.
Just for me Paula.  Go on, just this once, please.

She looked closely at the man opposite.  The fair-haired stranger
she'd only just met.  The man she'd agreed to have sex with.  A
quiet man with warm brown eyes, that's how her friend Julie had
described him.  And lovely in bed, Paula!  Just look at the pictures
Richie took of us. Every position you can think of.  And he lasts
for ages, Paula.  You've got to give him a go.  It doesn't bother
me, honestly.  And no, it won't change things between you and Neil.
Well, it will, actually.  It'll put new life in him!  Richie's been
like a rabbit ever since. . . .

Paula flushed and the churning started up again.  I'm going to do
it, she kept thinking.  I'm  really going to do it with him.  That's
why she'd insisted on a hotel.  And Neil wants to watch, does he?
Well if she knew her husband, he would chicken out before she did.
It would serve him right, losing face like that.  Try bragging about
that to Julie and Richie, next time they came round for a drink,
full of bright ideas.

The warm brown eyes were looking deep into hers and she felt herself
responding.  Yeah, she'd give him a try.  Why not?  She held out her
glass and the stranger topped it up.
 
By the time the bar closed at midnight, they were pleasantly drunk
and the flirting had turned into a noisy display of affection that
had other drinkers exchanging looks. Eventually they staggered back
to the room arm in arm, with Paula in the middle.  And while Neil
had fumbled with the key, she'd fumbled with Phil, kissing him
passionately, deeply, and making a lot of noise.  When the key
turned at last, Neil practically dived into the room in
embarrassment.  Only to find that they were in no hurry to follow.

So he left them necking in the corridor and busied himself undoing
the bottle of vodka they'd brought with them.  When they finally
walked in, Paula was glowing and her dress was unzipped down the
back.  Casually, she pushed it down and stepped out of it.  Draping
it over the bedside chair, she took the drink Neil offered her.

Personally, she preferred red or black underwear.  This set, all
white lace and promises, made her look like an eager bride.  With
two bridegrooms, too, she thought.  But Neil had seen it in a
catalogue and sent off for it without asking.

And so Neil kept pouring the drinks, while Paula showed off and Phil
tried to play it cool.  But his eyes were burning and his mind was
on anything but the small talk.

Yeah,  I can play it cool, too, thought Neil.  Let them make the
first moves.  Let Nature take over.  Sit back and watch.  This is
what you wanted, isn't it?  Suddenly, he wasn't so sure.

And so, while Paula rolled about on the king-sized bed in her white
stockings and garter belt, lacy bra and briefs, Neil eased into the
armchair opposite Phil and wondered if she'd go through with it.

But Paula was enjoying all the attention hugely and sensing some
action was called for, suddenly swung her legs off the bed, reached
behind her for the catch, stood up and hung her bra like a trophy
around Phil's neck.  Then leaned over him and poured herself a big
one, her ripe breasts hanging just inches from his eager hands.

And when he reached out and cupped them, she made it easier for him
by sitting on his lap, twisting around towards her husband.  She
just had to see the expression on his face.  As she leaned back
against Phil his hands gripped and squeezed her breasts, kneading
them like soft, white dough. She wriggled and jiggled, pushing
backwards into his erection, staring hard at Neil.

"Enjoying the view?"

Neil couldn't trust himself to speak, so just smiled.  Phil's
fingertips had found her nipples and they were hardening fast.

"Mmmm, that's nice. Neil doesn't mind, do you, darling?"

She playfully rubbed a stockinged foot into the front of her
husband's bulging pants.

"Best hard-on you've had for years!" 

She laughed nervously, then slipped her hands behind her back, where
Neil could only guess what they were doing.  So he sat there smiling
stupidly, trying to ignore the gnawing in the pit of his stomach,
his painful erection, watching Phil smoothing her breasts and
nuzzling into her neck.  Paula's hands seemed to be busy behind her
back.  Her breathing was getting harder and suddenly she twisted
herself through a quarter turn, swinging her legs away from Neil,
draping them over the arm of Phil's chair.

They kissed deep and hard, her left arm going around his neck, his
right hand on her hip, pulling each other closer. Neil poured
himself another drink.  This was what he'd wanted ever since Richie
had shown him the pictures of Julie performing with this guy.
Though he'd never have bet that he could talk Paula into it.  Never.

But she was certainly getting into the swing of it now.  She gasped
and groaned as she came up for air, Phil taking in whole mouthfuls
of her neck, his hand smoothing up and down her flank, making her
tremble with pleasure.

She looked at Neil for a reaction and when he gave her the same
lopsided grin, she held his stare while she pulled Phil's head down
to her breasts.  He must have bitten her hard, for she took a sharp
intake of breath.  Her nipples were erect now and Phil suckled them
greedily, while they both watched him.  Another sidelong glance at
her husband, a silent request for approval.  But he was still stuck
with the frozen smile, so she spoke.

"All right, darling?"

He nodded, perhaps too eagerly.

Phil was kissing and sucking her noisily, so Paula lay her head back
into the crook of his arm and closed her eyes.  His right hand
gently smoothed circles on her firm, flat stomach, his fingertips
leaving trails of pleasure as they skimmed across her skin, slowly
working their way downwards.

They kissed again, fiercer this time and Neil felt his heart
pounding faster as Phil's hand slid from stomach to thigh, up and
down, up and down.  Just like in the photos.

It was then, when his wife dropped her left foot to the floor, to
open her legs, that Neil realised she'd made up her mind and that
only he could stop things going further.

But he said nothing, turned away and poured himself another drink,
wanting but not daring to look, knowing from her soft little noises
that the stranger must be inside her pants. The expensive silk ones
he'd bought specially for tonight.

He was desperate to see what was happening, yet deliberately held
back the moment, giving them time to go further. His blood was
pounding in his ears and when he eventually turned around, his mouth
was dry and his hands were shaking.

He stared at Paula, straight at where a stranger's hand had slipped
underneath the flimsy scrap of lace covering her mound, swelling the
delicate white silk.  Still the deep kissing went on, both gasping
with pleasure when they parted, Phil's arm pumping in and out, Paula
whimpering as his fingers plundered her sex.

She let go of his neck and fumbled clumsily at his shirt.  But he
couldn't support her and instead, she slipped to the floor, somehow
turning it into a graceful change of position, her mouth hardly
leaving his for a moment.  She knelt upright, so their heads were
level and started on the buttons.  The chairs were close together
and when she leaned forwards to bury her head in Phil's lap, her
firm white buttocks pushed up against Neil's legs.

He watched the pleasure his rival's face as first his belt and then
his zip surrendered to Paula's eager fingers. Suddenly Neil realised
that she was pressing herself into him, in a mute, rhythmic plea to
be mounted.

Easing himself forward to the edge of the chair, he gently ran the
back of his fingers around the smooth swell of her buttocks.
Instantly she came up off Phil and thrust backwards, turning her
head to look at him, her eyes heavy with lust, her breath rasping.

Neil could see the cock clearly now, just as it had been in the
photos, wet with saliva, the big purple head looking as if it might
burst with pleasure.  His fingers slipped under the elastic and
found her hot and slick and she groaned and lowered her head back
down on Phil.

As his fingers slipped inside, she shuddered and pushed back hard,
forcing him deeper.  With his other hand he undid his belt and with
difficulty, his zip.  His own prick was rock hard, too, and if
anything, he noted with satisfaction, he had the edge on size over
Phil.

This wasn't how he'd planned it but they were all too far gone to
stop it.  He tried to pull her knickers down but her thighs were
wide open and they jammed halfway down.  So he pulled them back up
and to one side and slipped easily into her. She jumped as if an
electric shock had passed right through her, then pushed back onto
him.

Knowing he was already on the verge of coming, he tried to slow her
down, timing his thrusts to reduce the penetration. But she realised
what he was doing, came up for air and turned to him.

"Whoa .. steady on... not yet."

She could hardly speak for want of breath.

"Let me sit on him ... please!"

They stood up and undressed frantically.  Paula stepped out of her
knickers and grabbed Phil's prick.

"C'mon you!" she said thickly.

She led him to the bed, pushed him onto it and went down on him
again. Neil could see everything now, and watched her mouth working
on him, transfixed as the swollen shaft disappeared and reappeared
as her head bobbed up and down, stopping now and then as her tongue
ran so knowingly around the tip.  He caught her looking at him and
naked now, went to kneel behind her.

"No! Just watch for now.  It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

He nodded.

"Sit down there.. at the bottom."

So he did, so close to the sucking and licking and nibbling that he
could kiss her hot, wet mouth each time she took a breath.  At last,
Paula couldn't wait any longer.  It would have been a disaster to
make Phil come now, when they were all so close.  So she climbed
onto the bed and straddled her stranger, facing her husband, making
sure he could see every detail of the insertion.

She shuffled down the bed until her mound pushed the erection
forwards, until it almost pointed at Neil. Phil grunted. Looking for
any sign of uncertainty, she gave her husband his last chance.

"You sure about this?"

Unable to look her in the eye and suddenly feeling weak, he nodded 
stupidly.

"It won't change things?  We'll still be all right?"

He nodded again.

"Neil, look at me.  It's important.  Is this what you really want?"

It was as if someone else said the words for him.  Some other voice,
not his, that croaked his agreement.

"Yeah, go for it.  Fuck him, Paula."

Holding Phil by the root of his shaft, she leaned towards Neil. Her
long hair fell forwards and he ducked down, determined not to miss
the moment of penetration.

"Oh, wait .... You can't see. Wait ..."

Paula got off her knees, brought her feet forward and squatted above
the erection.  It wasn't too ladylike but it improved the view no
end.  As she leant back on her hands, Neil could see every detail,
every swollen, pumping vein and blood vessel in Phil's erection as
her labia pressed against it.

Phil pushed his hands up under her haunches to support her and she
raised herself into position.  With her free hand, she pulled  his
cock forward, seeking the best angle. At last, the swollen knob
eased her inner labia apart and as her husband stared, fascinated,
Paula slowly lowered herself down.

"Too late now!"

But she took her time and the big purple head took several seconds
to disappear.  Neil suddenly felt queasy.  Too late now.  It's done.
Even though she hadn't taken any of the shaft yet.

But she did.  Just like Julie had in the pictures.  Gently, she
slipped down it, engulfing it, until it forced the breath from her
in a long sigh of pleasure.  Leaning back, she took her weight on
her arms and started to fuck her stranger, her mound rising and
falling slowly.  Up and down his wet, shining prick.

Paula closed her eyes and soon seemed to forget about Neil,
swivelling around on the cock to offer her breasts to her new lover.
She dipped her head and sucked at his mouth and her whimpers and
sighs grew louder.

"Oh God...oh God...oh God....." she whispered over and over. Soon
she couldn't keep up with her own need for faster, deeper
penetration and whispered something into Phil's ear. Instantly he
sat upright, turned them around, laid her on her back and pulled her
long legs up and over his shoulders.

Paula squealed with shock and delight as he re-mounted her and began
to fuck her furiously.  From the bottom of the bed, Neil couldn't
tell them apart as buttocks, balls, cunt and curls blurred into one.

"Oh God...oh God...oh God...I'm coming...oh God...."

As Paula's climax reached its peak, Neil felt his own control go and
his sperm explode into his hand.  But still the stranger rutted into
her and her pleas grew louder, more obscene....

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me....oh God, don't stop...oh yes, yes,
yes...oh Christ, don't stop...."

Feeling spent and embarrassed, Neil crept into the bathroom, his
fingers cupped around his sticky, shrinking penis.  He cleaned
himself up and sat on the toilet, shaking, feeling dirty and
disgusted.  But it wasn't over yet.  Through the half open door the
sounds of their lovemaking still reached him.  The rhythm of the
creaking bed grew louder.

Oh no, he thought, Phil hadn't come.  This was not how it was
supposed to happen.  All that and the bastard hadn't come and now he
was giving it to her all over again.  Bastard!  I should stop them,
he thought.  I should say thanks, it was great, you did it, but
that's it, it's over. Thank you and goodnight.

But it obviously wasn't over for Paula.  He'd never heard her make
so much noise.  And just to rub his nose in it, she was calling out
her new lover's name.

"Oh...oh Phil...oh God...oh its so good...oh Phil..."

Soon Paula, too, lost control and her orgasm was frightening in its
intensity.  She squealed and shrieked, gasped and grunted as her new
man pounded frantically into her.  At last, after a long drawn out
sigh of ecstasy from her, the bed stopped creaking and they went
quiet.

Behind the door, Neil sat trembling on the edge of the bath, not
knowing whether to laugh or cry.  Suddenly he knew he was going to
be sick and closed the door, just making it to the john before the
first violent, bitter wave hit.  Right now, it didn't matter too
much whether it was the booze or the enormity of what they'd done.
He needed to throw up and he did, emptying himself and retching
until exhausted.  At last, he began to feel better and brushed his
teeth and took a cool shower.  To wash away the sins and the sick
and the sweat.  To sober up, to slow down his pounding heart.  And
it worked.  At last, clean and dry and needing another drink, he
walked back into the room, expecting to find Phil gone and Paula
waiting, worried about him.

Instead, he got a shock. 

They were lying on their sides, head to toe, in the classic 69
position. They were sucking deeply from each other, oblivious to
him.  No wonder they were quiet. The perfect pair.  And no room for
him.

Paula looked up, holding his stare as she ran her tongue around
Phil's swollen knob.  Still up, Neil thought. The bastard.

"Feeling better, darling?"

Her lips were wet with spittle.

"Want some of this?"

Paula smiled at her own joke and went back to work.  Neil got a cold
orange juice from the mini-bar and watched, unsure what to do next.
So when she smiled again and beckoned him, he went to her, his own
erection returning. She reached for it and he knelt on the bed,
letting her pull him closer to her mouth.  Her left hand still held
Phil and she gently wanked and sucked them both, closing her mouth
first over one and then the other.

Her grip tightened and her pull became firmer until she could lick
both tips at once.  Firmer still, until both knobs were touching,
rubbing them together in wet, slippery circles and trying to cram
both into her mouth at once.

But she couldn't, so concentrated on her husband, taking in his
whole shaft, biting him gently  at the base.  He could have let it
go on all night but Phil had other ideas.  His head emerged from
between her thighs, and he made them all change position, pulling at
Paula's haunches until she was on her knees, doggy-style.

Phil's erection showed no signs of flagging, Neil noticed. If
anything he looked bigger than before.  And when he entered her from
behind, it was Paula's turn to be impressed.  She gasped, then took
Neil into her mouth again.

And just like they'd seen in blue movies, both men enjoyed both ends
of her, for a while.  But soon Paula was losing it again.  It felt
so good she just couldn't concentrate on a blow job and her head
dropped onto the bed, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress,
her breath coming in sobs, her whole centre in glorious meltdown,
her muscles in spasm, her nerve-endings on fire as Phil stretched
her, pounding and pumping, pumping until she couldn't hold it back
any longer.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm coming...oh GOD! "

And Neil stood there like an unwanted groom while the best man
claimed the bride ... banging into her, his belly slapping into her
buttocks, sending shock waves and ripples through her, making her
gasp and shudder, making her squeal like a little pink piglet ....
making her come again and again.

"Oh God,yes,yes,yes...I'm coming.....oh GOD!"

Neil needed another drink - quick. He poured himself a huge vodka
and downed it in one, squeezing his eyes tight shut, covering his
ears as her squeals turned into shrieks.

"Oh God, oh Phil, I'm coming, yes, yes, harder Phil, harder, oh God
yes, harder , fuck me, oh fuck me Phil, oh yes, yes, yes! YES!"

The noise was making Neil worried.  The people in the next room must
be able to hear it and it was after one in the morning.  But still
he made no move to stop it and sat down with his drink, watching the
agony and the ecstasy on her face, watching her come in a frenzy of
sweaty, rutting lust. Listening as her cries turned into sighs and
finally into exhausted little whimpers.

His eyes met Phil's, knelt there behind her, lathered in sweat,
still hard, his prick swaying as he pulled out of her.

"It's OK, Neil.  She loves it.  Look at her!  Want some more, Paula?
Course you do .....turn over and let your old man see."

Passively, she turned onto her back, and let him open her legs wide, 
bending her knees around his elbows.

"Come closer" Phil urged.  "See how she likes it up her.  She loves it, 
don't you?  Come on, Neil"

As if in a dream, he walked to the bed.

He watched as Phil entered her red and swollen pussy, saw the tears
welling up in her eyes, winced when she winced, as she took a full
length.  Watched her turn her head to the wall, away from them both.

The moment had passed. 

Phil went through the motions but Paula had lost interest, her
breasts rippling in time to the fuck, her hands flopping limply on
the bed.

"I think that's enough, Phil."

Neil's voice had just a touch of steel in it.

"I said the party's over!"

"OK. OK. You're right.  I think the booze's catching up with her.
You all right Paula?"

She didn't answer but when he withdrew, she curled up into a ball
and faced the wall, eyes squeezed shut.

"I'll just take a shower, Neil." said Phil. "Then I'd better get
home. It's late."

Neil curled up behind his wife, put his arm over her and squeezed
her hand.  No response.  So while Phil showered, he turned off the
lights, finished his drink and fought off the sleep that called him.

Well, he thought, she'd gone through with it, he had to give her
that. And got more than she'd bargained for.  They both had, come to
that.  It hadn't been at all like he'd expected.  He'd come in
minutes.  Phil must have been going at her for well over an hour.
The click of the door shutting brought him back.  The stranger had
gone and he had her to himself at last.

Paula was curled up on her side, breathing deeply. Neil shook her 
gently.

"Paula?"

Nothing.  Just the same unbroken rhythm.

Louder this time. "Paula, c'mon, time to get up!" 

Nothing.  He lay back and thought it through.  She'd finally done it
for him, finally opened those slim, beautiful legs to another man.
Taken a stranger between them in the act of love.  Just like Julie
in the photos.

But if she was helpless now, he certainly wasn't.  Sitting up, he
looked at her.  Even this far gone she was lovely. Neither of her
lovers had wanted to take off her white  stockings and garter belt
and they framed her buttocks perfectly in the glow from the silent
TV.

"C'mon Paula!  C'mon!"

Neil said it louder still this time, and pulled on her hip to turn
her towards him.  Slowly she rolled over, until flat on her back,
her legs parting naturally.  Still nothing. Still the same deep
breathing.

He pulled her legs open and bent them at the knee.  He walked to the
bottom of the bed.  From there, she looked as if Phil had just got
off her.  If only she had let him bring his camera.

Easing himself onto the bed, he pushed his knees against her thighs,
opening them wider.  Looking down, he saw he was thick and hard, saw
her dark tangle of curls below.
 
Those on her mound were dry and springy but lower down, between her
legs, they were wet and flat, stuck to her like spider's legs.
Secret folds of pink glistened wetly and Neil grew harder still, his
prick arching upwards, away from her.  He pushed her knees up to her
chest and somehow held them there with his left arm.  With his free
hand he pushed his prick downwards and eased his hips forward.

He slipped easily into the slippery outer folds of her sex but then,
with a supreme effort of will, stopped just short of penetration,
sliding up instead towards her clitoris.  His prick was covered with
her mucus, white flecks of foam sticking to its purple head, damp
strands of hair clinging to the taught skin.

He pushed it down again, deeper, further this time and as his tip
re- emerged, it  was coated with thick, clear cream. Fascinated, he
watched it creep slowly down his shaft. So Phil had come after all.
And in her pussy, too.  The sperm of another man was coating his
own, proud manhood.  And waiting inside her, there was more.

Slowly he drew back, eased his legs off the bed and knelt on the
floor. He pulled on her haunches and she slid easily down the bed.
When her buttocks were on the edge, he lifted her legs, opening them
and folding them back into her, so the wet, pink petals of her sex
opened.

His erection was almost painful, curving upwards away from her.  He
pushed it down and slowly slid into her. The fresh semen was a
perfect lubricant, making exquisite sucking sounds as he withdrew
and then pushed in again.  A white collar of cream formed around him
at the top of his stroke, when he could go no deeper.

"Neil?"

Her eyes were half open and she was looking at him sleepily.

"Is it nice, darling?" Her voice was soft and husky.

"Fantastic.... it just feels so...fantastic, Paula.
Oh God, it's incredible ..."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

"Don't come just yet."  She was waking fast.

"Let me get on top ....please."

Desperate to come, he only just managed to take control and withdrew
with a final, soft, obscene suck.

He lay back in the semi-darkness, expecting her to mount him.  But
instead she kissed him deeply, passionately for two or three
minutes. When their lips parted she kissed his forehead tenderly and
her voice was just a whisper.

"You're curious aren't you, Neil?  You want to see what he's left
down there for you, don't you?"

His throat dried instantly and the pounding in his ears started
again.

"What did Richie call it?  Cream pie, that's it, isn't it, Neil?
That's what you want.  Cream pie."

He nodded and tried to sit up.

But her hands had anticipated him and pushed him firmly back on the
bed.

"No ... not like that. Like this."

He lay there passively as she stood up and straddled him. Never
taking her eyes off him for an instant, she lowered herself down
onto his face.

"Come on darling, be fair.  You wanted cream pie and that's what's
you've got.  Come on, get that tongue out..."
 
Wheedling, coaxing him like a reluctant child, she settled  her hot,
sticky pussy over his open mouth and pulled his head up firmly.

His tongue slipped and slid up and down her valley, around her
folds, and finally deep into the heart of her sex.  She squirmed and
pressed down harder.  He breathed in the salt of oysters and the
sea, felt her muscles tense and strain and suddenly tasted the warm,
sharp tang of bleach.  Like a parched man offered a ripe, luscious
fruit, he licked and sucked and swallowed, draining her, until the
sharp, slippery juice of forbidden fruit filled his mouth and ran
down his cheeks.

And for Paula, any intentions she'd had of humiliating him melted
away as her insides turned to jelly.  She pulled hard on his hair,
forcing his head upwards, grinding her mound into his nose, mouth
and tongue, clenching her muscles, squeezing every last drop of
cream pie out of her.

At last, feeling the dam about to burst again, she slid off his face
and onto his prick.  She had never known him this hard before.  Or
big. Christ, he felt huge ....even bigger than Phil.  No, she
thought, as her orgasm began to tremble deep in her belly, she had
no regrets about anything that had happened tonight.  Oh Christ, she
wondered as she lost control again, why did we never think of this
before?


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Copyright 1997 David Cook
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