KATMANDU
By Terri

	After all the years of our lifestyle, I'm still not
sure whether "open marriage" is the right term. When
Gene first encouraged me to date others, I found the
idea appalling, but now I love this arrangement. Gene
has shown interest in involvement with only a few
women, so this has been pretty much a one-sided
affair. What Gene gets out of these dates are the
thrills of my telling about my extramarital
experiences. I agreed to whatever adventures Gene
might dream up as long as these were no threat to our
marriage. 
	So we drove in separate cars to Katmandu, a
live-entertainment club. I was wearing four-inch heels
and a red satiny oriental dress, baring my back to
just below the waist and slit to the thigh. I found a
table in a dimly lit corner. The place was decorated
with nostalgia gimmicks no one would want in their
home but somehow looked just right in the lounge. I
gazed around the crowd and listened to the three-piece
band's soft music. 
	Minutes later, Gene walked in, sat at the bar and
ordered a wine cooler. He acknowledged me with a
smile, then turned away. He glanced back now and then
as several men eyed me, clearly with sexual
intentions. 
	Unless I wear heels, some men over 6 feet avoid
making passes at me because of my 5' height. This may
have been the problem this night until a tall
attractive man, his hair black as my was blonde,
noticed Gene glancing toward me from the bar. Attired
in a dark blue blazer, white polo shirt, and white
tropical slacks, he turned as I smiled quietly at
Gene, not the stranger; but the man lifted his drink,
sauntered over to my table, and grinned, "With
anyone?" 
	I responded, "I am now, I suppose," smiling as I
appraised his blue eyes and lean physique. I aged him
at 38. He was wearing a white gold wedding ring like
mine, but I pretended not to notice, and so did he. 
	He squinted at me through the dimness and, with a
look of surprise, remarked, "I haven't seen anyone
with gray eyes in years!" 
	I smiled, "An inherited trait." I hear that a lot;
there aren't many of us. When gray-eyed people see
each other, they silently smile in acknowledgement,
just as I've been told a young person with prematurely
gray hair returns a smile to another. 
	He gave me his name, Kevin, but his occupation gave
me a start; he was a new attorney with the law firm
that set up Gene's corporation and was now advising
Gene's office manager, Steve, who runs the business
side of Gene's private security practice. We engaged
in small talk, complimenting the other until he
finally asked me to dance. 
	On the dance floor, he held me closely. Men from
around the room looked disappointed that they hadn't
asked me first. The touch of his cheek brushing mine,
as Gene watched, excited me. By the middle of the
second song, he was gently pressing his groin against
mine. I was fighting to control my gasps as I felt his
firmness growing beneath his slacks. My face burned at
his openly sexual gesture, but soon in excitation, I
was brushing my mound against his hardness. I could
feel my nipples tingling against the satin of my
dress. He whispered, "Do you have plans tonight?" 
	"Don't you have to go home?" I queried, my voice
trembling as I remembered his wedding ring. 
	"My wife's a pharmaceutical sales rep," he said
softly. "She's in Chicago until Tuesday at her
company's headquarters gathering." He'd remembered my
own ring and had no reason to lie. 
	I allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a
heat like my own. The female singer's long, slow
melody of adulterous longing seemed dedicated to our
intertwined bodies. When it ended, I realized Gene and
I hadn't planned this very well. I lied, "My husband's
at a convention. I have no plans, Kevin." We bantered
about a bit as I tried to think of what to do until
finally he came right out with it, "Can we spend the
night at your place?" His swollen cock was now
massaging my clitoris. 
	I was breathing heavily, my eyes wild. My throat
throbbed fearfully, choked with increasing desire, as
I breathed, "I'd like to visit the ladies' room." 
	He nodded, saying, "I'll meet you back here in a
couple of minutes." 
	When he walked through the crowd to the cashier's
desk in another room, I strode quickly to Gene,
explaining the situation. As usual, Gene was
wonderful; he grinned, "Great. I'll drive over to the
office and sleep on the couch. If I come home about
five a.m., will that be enough time?" I agreed, and
Gene returned to his drink as I waited at the door for
Kevin. 
	We drove in separate cars. The late evening streets
were still wet from a brief Colorado thundershower.
The Mercedes' engine throbbed like my chest. Although
I'd had sex with other men, this would be my first
true "date." The multi-colored lights of neon signs,
street lamps, and a line of cars streaming west to the
suburbs cast long brilliant reflections on the wet
highway. I glanced back now and then at Kevin's red
BMW following closely. 
	Stopping at a traffic light a block from the lounge,
I stared at a Cadillac's bumper sticker ahead of me
and smiled. The bumper sticker read, "Lead Me Not Into
Temptation, For I Shall Find It Myself." 
	We emerged from separate cars into our garage. He
murmured, "My god, I just noticed the name on the
mailbox! I know your husband, by name anyway!" 
	I laughed. "I told you my name at the lounge. You
didn't ask for my husband's. Don't be so up-tight,
Kevin!" Actually, I was more tense than Kevin, not
from his association with the law firm but from the
desire that had grown with each mile I drove home.
Inside, Kevin removed his coat, poured a drink from
our bar and searched out a diet soda from the
refrigerator for me. He walked upstairs to meet me in
the bedroom. 
	I'd turned on the stereo and flicked on a table lamp,
bathing the room in a dim red glow that seemed to
accentuate my inner heat. I turned, my hands on my
hips and legs spread wide on the carpet as I faced
him. He stared, his manhood bulging beneath his
slacks, and breathed, "God, you're incredible!" 
	My breasts heaved as he set the drinks on the
nightstand and took me in his arms. He unzipped my
dress, puddling it onto the floor, then unbuttoned his
shirt. I trembled, barely able to stand as he ground
his hardness against my clitoris. I fell to my knees
and pulled away his slacks, his nine-inch instrument
bobbing against my lips as his fingers stroked my
neck. I moaned at his sensuous touch. I was mesmerized
by the dark, purple- veined cock that I was now
stroking, my hand squeezing it back and forth from its
black mass of pubic hair to the broad, bulging head. I
oval-ed my lips over the rubbery head, sucking it
slowly as he groaned, "Oh god, Ellen, you're terrific,
oh god, oh god..." My tongue slid along his length as
his hips writhed, pushing it beyond the back of my
throat. The smoothness glided through me until I was
delirious with passion. I became one with his cock and
the throaty music drifting from the stereo. I flamed
with desire, my eyes wildly rolling up at him as I
whimpered with each stroke into the fullness of my
quivering lips. 
	He leaned to cup my breasts, then kneeled behind me
as his strong hands kneaded the softness of my
breasts. 
	I fell against his hands until my arms braced against
the floor. I shuddered as his warm cock brushed my
flaming vagina from the rear. I muttered, my voice
quaking, "I'm on fire, Kevin. I'm yours!" My hips
gyrated, trembling as his lengthy hardness entered my
lubricated channel. My vaginal walls stretched with
each thrilling inch to accommodate him. And then he
had sheathed the tool to its hilt as my mouth opened
widely, my eyes rolling with the adulterous passion
that gripped my searing soul. His long shaft radiated,
steaming in the hot coals of my cunt. 
	Wailing as he fucked me wildly, I swirled my hips to
his rhythm. I turned my head to watch as his hips
bumped against my buttocks, further inflaming my
passion. Each entry throbbed against my clitoris
until, deep within, I could feel the thunderous waters
of an orgasmic flood rushing up to burst through me. I
began to cry, tears streaking down my cheeks. His blue
eyes glinted. He was biting his lip in excitation when
I felt his cock swelling. He was about to come with
me. He groaned passionately. Our eyes locked. As his
cock expanded within me I spread my legs further as if
I could somehow allow my vagina to hold even more. I
was biting the softness of my lower lip as I cried,
"It's super, Kevin! Super! I LOVE it!" I reached
behind to touch his chest as his cock fucked into my
hot, wet depths, which were now a vortex of mega-lust
that gripped the broad cock-head sliding through my
love tunnel. 
	He increased his tempo. The building orgasm was still
distant but now rushing up like a mad prehistoric
beast screaming for air from primeval depths of a
misty cavern. The earth opened before me. I was
falling through a bottomless chasm of adulterous
pleasure with his every thrust, my mind enveloping an
unknown universe inhabited by only me and Kevin. I
shuddered. The beast within was insane with pleasure.
My whoring had now spanned eons, all sense of time
lost as I cried out frightfully. I was praying for the
oncoming super-orgasm but fearing I could no longer
bear the passionate explosion. 
	And then, OH GOD! It rolled over us like a landslide!
My mind and body exploded with staggering force!
Gigantic stars crashed as I screamed in ecstasy,
feeling his warm sperm splattering through my channel.
The planet was quaking beneath me as I sobbed in
release from the bondage of this adulterous love.
Crying, I collapsed, trembling beneath the white heat
of his body. 
	Later, in the afterglow, we drank wine, watching
erotic movies on our large-screen VCR from our bed
until, finally, he mounted me again, missionary
position, fucking me slowly. I screamed with a second,
then third, then fourth orgasm, until he came,
shuddering atop me. Dazed, I muttered, "I love you,"
and meaning it at that moment of gratitude. When he
replied, "That's nice," because Kevin couldn't lie, I
laughed and hit him softly with my fist. 
	He left at three a.m. I dialed Gene's office. When
Gene was in bed beside me a half hour later, I
described Kevin's fucking me just as I'm telling you
here, until Gene's manhood had risen and was eagerly
entering my vagina. At times like these, I almost feel
a control over him. I moaned, muttering my feelings of
passionately fucking Kevin as Gene thrust into me. I
could feel his tool expand to awesome proportions,
until finally, reliving my adultery, I came again;
Gene groaned, his sperm splattering warmly into my
vagina. We lay side by side facing each other as I
answered his questions about my feelings when fucking
other men. 
	I admitted, "You lead me into these situations, but
once I'm united with another, I can think only of him
and me. Sometimes I forget I'm married." When his
eyebrows arched, I smiled, "But I still love you." 
	Exhausted, I fell asleep. When I awoke with the
sunrise, Gene was still looking down at me, grinning
in approval.



