"You Win Some, You Lose Some"  2001 Max (aka Max O'Drive, Maximum 
Overdrive). As a copyrighted work, this story may not be reproduced in any media 
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exclusions above may be sent to maxman69@hotmail.com .

I'd like to thank a lot of people for helping me with ideas, concepts and support as I 
wrote this. Some people were more influential than others, but many, many people have 
contributed to this story. Far too many to list here, otherwise we'd be here all day.

I do want to express my gratitude to my "first readers" who were kind enough to read the 
first drafts of this and tell me which parts realllly sucked! *g*

Special thanks to: Babs, Bill F. and Ghia for taking the time.

Extra special thanks and a big *SMOOCH* to Babs for her editing skills and her patience 
with me as I meandered my way through this story. 
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Try And Fail

"No, Tom. I don't want to do it. Who in their right mind beside some pervert would want 
to have sex with another man's wife while he watches?" the lady sitting behind me said.

Needless to say, the manuscript I was reading didn't have quite as much appeal as that 
conversation did. I was sure she was quite embarrassed at her outburst, quiet as it was, 
and would now be looking around to see if anyone heard, so I remained motionless. 

"Look, I know it's a fantasy of yours," she continued, heatedly. I took the opportunity 
and shifted around in the lounge booth placing my back against the wall, which would let 
me easily look at them if I turned my head. I moved the 'script so it could be easily seen 
if anyone looked over to me, masking the fact I was listening intently to the couple 
talking.

She finished her point by saying "But I just don't think its possible, for one thing and I'm 
afraid of what it'll do to us if I do" 

I glanced up over the pages at them. All I could see of her was a willowy mane of brown 
hair and her slim arm as she tipped her wine glass up to take a drink. He was a nice 
enough looking man. Sandy hair with touches of gray at the temples, wire-rim glasses, 
healthy looking, about my age I assumed. He had a slightly pained expression on his face, 
which was easily explained by his wife being less than eager to satisfy his fantasy.  "Den, 
hon, I've told you before that this won't mean a thing to us. Well, it will, but I feel it'll 
make us stronger and happier."

I figured if I was going to be a part of this, now was the time to speak up. Looking over 
the top of their booth, I said to her "He is right, you know."

He looked at me with mild surprise, but when she turned around it was almost like seeing 
a deer caught in car headlights. And, the longer I looked in her face, the better that 
analogy fit. Soft, brown eyes are what I noticed immediately, and I noticed how pretty 
her face was framed by that mane of brown hair. Then I noticed her lips. Even though her 
mouth was caught open in a small "o" of surprise, they were full and pink. If she was 
wearing lipstick, it was just a clear gloss. All I could do for a moment was just look at her 
and be mesmerized with her natural beauty. She had the kind of beauty that wouldn't be 
touched by age, so I couldn't even begin to guess at how old she was. If pressed, I'd have 
to say somewhere between 20 and 60.

"How dare you." she started as her face clouding with anger. "Shhh.. " I said. "It's ok. 
I'm just a friendly face with a bit of knowledge on your 'topic' for the evening"

"I know it's rude to eavesdrop," I continued hurriedly before she could get started again 
"but I couldn't help it. You see, you and your husband are having much the same 
conversation my wife and I had just a couple of years ago.." Den's husband was 
looking at me with sharp interest, and I could see her eyes soften again as she realized I 
wasn't a threat.  I looked down for a second, which placed the manuscript under my gaze, 
so I closed it and put it on the table beside me. Looking back at them I said, "Hopefully 
you can understand better than Andy could. Hopefully you can be more accepting of how 
your husband feels than she could." I shifted a bit more, turning about as far in the booth 
as possible to face them. Sighing, I continued, "You see, she divorced me shortly after 
that talk we had. I couldn't find the words to explain my feelings well enough so she 
could understand. Since then, I've talked to a lot of people and been to a lot of websites 
and found how to explain those feelings now. Maybe, if we talk a bit, we can keep your 
marriage from falling apart. Maybe, if things go well, we can satisfy a fantasy, or even 
create some new ones."

I could see they were taken aback by my approach, but given the circumstances, I could 
understand. I figured I'd better back off and give them some space. "Tell you what," I 
said, picking up my work and scooting out of the booth. "I'm in room 618. If you want to 
hear my story, and if you want to understand your husband better, come talk to me. I'm in 
town for a signing, and will be here for a few days. Please, stop by tomorrow evening. I'll 
be there."  At that point, I turned and walked away.
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Accept Limitations

I was riding the elevator back to my suite, my mind racing. Old, painful memories from 
the past came boiling up in my mind. Doubts about why I'd stepped into the situation 
between Den and Tom mixed with the memories to confuse me even more.  But, the 
calmness of the words and lessons I'd come to understand began to make order from the 
chaos. By the time I'd gotten back to my suite, I knew why I'd intervened and why I 
wanted this young couple to succeed.

I didn't know if they would come find me, but I really hoped they would.  I knew if 
someone had made me an offer like that three years ago, back when Andy -- Andrea -- 
and I were still together and I'd begun to talk about wife sharing, I'd have jumped at the 
chance. 

Unbidden, images from a happier time for us came into my mind, causing me to smile 
ruefully. Images of Andy and the good times we had. She was definitely a sexy gal. Still 
is. Blonde, blue sparkling eyes, a naturally slim and trim body that golf and working in 
the flower garden had made tan and lithe. Legs for miles and a smile that I loved to see in 
the mornings. Or at night. Anytime at all. I'd be writing in the study, and would stop so I 
could watch her through the window as she worked in the flowers. Just so I could see the 
sun highlight her hair. See her shorts pulled taut over her sexy behind. See the light sheen 
of sweat on her arms and legs. Watch her face brighten with that amazing smile when 
she'd catch me.

My musings finally caught up to the fateful time when I first brought up the subject. 

One afternoon after a fairly productive morning, I'd stopped to stretch and think through 
a scene. I walked to the window to look at Andy's garden and saw her working away in 
the flowers. She looked beautiful out there among the roses and philodendrons, the 
peonies and daises. Mother nature dressed in a red midriff shirt and tight blue jean shorts. 
She caught me looking, as she usually did, and wiggled her behind at me. I grabbed my 
crotch (rude, I know, but she always laughed when I did it). She laughed that time too, 
and then did the "come here" thing with her finger. I smiled and made typing motions, 
but she shook her head and motioned me to come out. I nodded and went out the doors to 
the balcony to join her.

I looked over at the neighbor's house and saw a guy cleaning the pool. I couldn't tell for 
sure, but from the balcony, he looked to be either Hispanic or Latino. We have a wrought 
iron fence between our properties. When it's grown up with vines and ivy, the fence 
makes a pretty good privacy barrier, but there was a clear view of our neighbor's property 
from the balcony. I'd often watched some of the antics their son and his friends pulled in 
that pool.

As I stepped down to the garden, I asked Andy "Now just what is sooo important that I 
have to come all the way out here?"


"Well," she started, taking off her dirty gloves and dropping them on the ground beside 
her, "I thought you may want to take a look at something interesting."
I took a 'patient' pose, cupping my chin with my hand and asking, "Oh? What would that 
be?"

"Just this," she grinned, pulling off her cropped t-shirt with one quick motion, her breasts 
bouncing a little as she did. 

Matching her grin, I reached out and fondled them, loving the warmth and smoothness of 
her skin. I said, still running my hands over warm, soft flesh, "Oh, yessss. Very 
interesting! I like these a lot, but what are these things?" I teased, tweaking her nipples.

She responded, giggling, "Magic buttons! They get bigger as you play with them."

"Really?" I asked, grinning, "I've got something that gets bigger as you play with it too. 
Wanna see it?" 

"Mmmmhmmm," she murmured, reaching down and rubbing the front of my pants.

Kneeling down on the brick path, she unzipped my fly so she could get at my cock, 
taking me deep into her mouth as soon as it was freed. Working on me for just a couple 
of moments, her mouth sucking me hard as she moved her head around, she had me hard 
as a rock. She deep throated me and held it, her eyes looking at mine as she hit bottom, 
then she slowly sucked her way back to the head. Biting lightly to kill the orgasm she 
knew she'd almost caused, she stopped and announced, "I'm a cupcake."

I grinned at the Alice in Wonderland reference and replied, "I'll be happy to eat you, little 
girl."

She grinned back and stood up, snapping the button of her shorts loose as she did. 
Stepping out of them, she walked to a flat concrete bench just a few feet away and sat 
back on it, spreading her legs and putting her feet on the bench. "So, come on, Mad 
Hatter. Let's have a tea party." 

I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes and removed my pants. "Cool! Lets 
PARTY!" I grinned, doing my worst John Travolta disco bop. I sat down on the warm 
bricks and leaned my face into her pussy, inhaling her musky scent. I "Mmmmm'ed" 
then leaned closer to lap at her already wet slit. 

As I started licking around the lips, and then tracing the outline of her vulva with my 
tongue, she started to squirm. I dipped into her slit, tasting her salty muskiness, then 
licked upward to her clit. She was really hot that day because as soon as my tongue 
touched her clit, she gasped and moaned loudly. 

Pressing my advantage, I reached up and fondled her breasts, then moved my hands down 
to hold her open so I could probe deeper with my tongue. Alternating that action with 
attention to her clit soon had her moaning almost constantly. After a few more moments, 
I was rewarded for my efforts when she came. Her pussy spasmed under my tongue and 
her juices were flowed freely, leaving a wet spot on the concrete bench. 

Sighing softly as her orgasm passed, she turned to the side and lay down on the bench, 
her pert nipples sticking up in the warm breeze. I grinned, and then walked around to her 
head. Kneeling down at the head of the bench, I grazed her face with my somewhat 
softened cock. She grinned and opened her mouth, so I took the opportunity to place the 
head of my dick in it. She slid back so I could move back and forth in her mouth without 
having to half stand to do it. I started rocking back and forth a little, loving the view of 
my cock disappearing into her mouth, then back out again.

Over near the fence, I heard a noise that sounded like a squirrel in the brush. I glanced 
that direction, but didn't see anything until I heard the sound and glanced over again. The 
guy that had been cleaning the pool next door was watching us through the fence! 
Turning my head the opposite direction, then back to where I was softly face-fucking 
Andy, I thought quickly about what to do.

I decided not to do anything at the moment and let the man enjoy his voyeurism. Andy 
sometimes enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism and had flashed me several times in stores and 
in the parks and had even let me expose her a bit while we were in restaurants or while 
dancing. But there were times when she hated being seen naked. I was hoping since she'd 
initiated sex outside that she was in one of her 'show-off' moods, because right now she 
was showing off whether she wanted to or not.

My cock certainly knew what it wanted to do. Catching the guy peeping at us had caused 
it to become rock hard, and it was ready to go to work! I popped out of her mouth, 
walked around to kneel on the bench and popped back into her pussy.  She gasped, then 
wrapped her legs around my back as I started fucking into her, my strokes alternating 
between long, slow strokes and short, hard ones. 

"MMMmmm! Baby!" she said after only a couple of moments. "Oh, yes. Fuck me."

I obliged, starting into a long series of the short, hard thrusts to which I knew she'd 
respond. "You love getting fucked, don't you, babe," I asked.

"MMMmmhmmm!" she moaned.

Still pumping away I continued, "You love a cock in your tight pussy, right?"

"Ohh, yesssss," she hissed.

"You love knowing guys want to stick their dicks into you, don't you?" I growled

She started rolling her head back and forth as she felt her orgasm begin to build 
"Ummmmmmmmm!" was all she could say.

I began alternating words between quick, short strokes. "Big" stroke "hard" stroke 
"dicks" stroke "fucking" stroke "your" stroke "hot" stroke "wet" stroke "cunt!" stroke.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh!" she grunted then. "Ohhhhh!!!!!!" she cried, her orgasm starting when I 
said the word "cunt". Her legs clamped hard on my ass, pulling my dick as deep as it 
would go into her, the walls of her pussy grabbing my cock and pulling me in even 
harder.

I continued to stroke in and out of her pussy, but with long, easy strokes after she stopped 
cumming. She relaxed her legs, and sighed, reaching her arms over her head as she let the 
tension flow from her body.

"You like that, don't you" I asked, grinning. 

She grinned back. "No. Not a bit." Then she laughed. She knew it was a favorite fantasy 
of mine, although we'd never seriously discussed it. I'd talked about how she liked other 
dicks for years, and had even talked to her about it a couple of times, but she'd never 
taken me seriously.

I pulled out and instructed, "Ride me." 

Grinning, she stood up while I sat down on the bench. She started to mount facing me, 
but I turned her around so she faced the fence. and our voyeur. I could see him and, 
from the way the vines were moving, he was jacking off watching us. 

She settled onto my cock, and then started moving up and down on it.  I leaned back a bit, 
letting her squat up and down for a bit and then suggested that she'd be more comfortable 
if she'd sit on me.  I scooted back on the bench. We got arranged, which left her legs 
spread widely, her upper body leaning back on her arms and my chest. This way, she was 
lewdly on display, my cock easily visible in her pussy to the pool man's gaze. 

This position let her ride me easier, and I could rise up and meet her thrusts. She started 
panting, short sharp gasps and the exertion and the sensations of riding my cock began to 
have their combined effects. I leaned forward more so she was literally sitting on my lap 
with my cock buried inside her. This left her without having to support her upper body, 
and only having to move up and down just a bit to meet my upward rising cock. Over and 
over again we moved this way, my cock glistening with her juices in the afternoon sun.

I could feel her starting to tremble, and could feel my own orgasm building in my balls. I 
started to taunt her again. "Big dicks get you wet, don't they?"

She "Mmmmm'ed" a reply as she rode me faster.

"You like showing off for guys so they can see your horny cunt being fucked." I growled.

"Oh, Godddd," she moaned, her trembling more pronounced.
"You'd love to know someone was seeing me fuck your pussy now, wouldn't you?" I 
asked, a deep husky tone in my voice.

She started hammering hard onto my lap as I shoved upward into her. "Yesssssss!" she 
hissed, her shaking even more pronounced.

Just as her orgasm started, I told her, "Look at the fence. Over by the begonias." 

Her eyes popped open as she saw the man watching her cumming on my cock. 

She let out a little squeal as the orgasm peaked and her realization that she was being 
fucked as someone else watched hit at the same time.  Her body shoved itself down hard 
in my lap, causing me to cum into her fiery inferno of a pussy, blast after blast of my cum 
pouring into her. 

Trying to scramble up, I reached around and held her in place as my own orgasm 
slammed its way through my system and out my dick. I laid my head on her sweat-
covered back as I started to relax. She felt my arms loosen, stood up and walked quickly 
to the house. I retrieved our clothing and followed her. I'd barely walked in the door and 
laid the clothes on a table when she turned around and slapped me.

Oh, she was mad! Why hadn't I told her that guy was watching? I tried to explain about 
the fantasies involving her and how he'd just happened to be there. How I thought she 
wouldn't mind since she'd exposed herself before. How I enjoyed the exposure. How 
much I'd love to turn the horny talk of other guys into something more real.

I tried to find the words to tell her how turned on I felt knowing another man was seeing 
her -- enjoying her sexy beauty -- as only I had before.  Then I did something that to this 
day I regret.  I told her that the only thing that would have made the whole incident even 
better was if I could have watched that voyeur pleasuring her as I had.  Instead of paying 
heed to the clues and stopping like any sensible man, I kept babbling about how  I knew 
that a woman can last much longer than any one man and how I wanted her to experience 
her sexuality to the fullest -- being completely and thoroughly satisfied.  I guess, looking 
back, it wasn't a big surprise when she then really began laying into me, telling me that I 
was insensitive, a bastard, a macho asshole, and other names which I have conveniently 
erased from my memory.

 After that I never could find the right words to say about anything. Frustration led to 
arguments and arguments usually meant somebody left the house. We'd shared some 
good years together, shared many happy times. In spite of this, the troubles and 
misunderstandings had taken their deadly toll on our relationship. The last time she left 
without saying a word, and I haven't talked to her since. I suppose she felt she had to do 
things that way so she could find a new perspective and until she was ready to talk.  
Anything I had to say would only make matters worse. 


It took a bit of time, a lot of study and some hard thinking but I reached the point where I 
was comfortable with what I'd learned. I felt I was finally able to make sense of what I'd 
done wrong. I was hoping that Andy was sorting through the events too and sometime in 
the future we could sit down and resolve things. I hoped that she'd realize we had both 
made mistakes and could come to a point to where we would forgive each other. At least 
talk so we could work things out.  Whether we are ever able to now is totally up to her.

"Ah, such is life.. " I sighed to myself as I came back to the present. I didn't want what 
happened to Andy and me to happen to Den and Tom because I knew the pain could be 
prevented.  It may or may not be too late for Andy and me, but with the lessons I'd 
learned I could try to help Den and Tom communicate with each other. I could mediate 
so they could better understand their own feelings and the other's feelings as well. 
Maybe, with any luck, I could guide things to a happy ending for them. I knew I wanted 
to try.
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Learn and Grow

The rest of the evening passed, as it normally would have, either with writing or re-
reading a finished work, editing it to make it better. Then the next day was full of people 
wanting their book signed. People praising me because I could put 10 words in a row and 
give them something in a book worth reading. In a way, I always enjoy book signings 
because it lets me talk to my readers. Lets me see who is really buying my books, and 
with a couple of quick questions I can tell if they've actually read one of them or not. 
Maybe a little bit of an ego thing, but I like to think I touch people when I write. Letters 
and emails are nice to get. Any kind of validation makes me feel I'm doing my job, but 
seeing the faces, shaking the hands, listening to the voices makes it real.

Done at three, then a quick meeting with my agent wanting to know the status of my next 
magnum opus (the manuscript I had with me in the lounge). I gave it to him, telling him 
that I was done with the re-read and it was ready to go to the publisher for editing, which 
brought a smile to his face. (Agents are easy to please. Give them something to sell so 
they can collect their percentage and they're happy campers.) We set up an itinerary for 
my next series of book signings, starting in another city in a few days. Then back to the 
hotel for dinner. 

After freshening up in my suite, I walked into the restaurant around 6:30.  It was a nice 
one too, for a hotel.  Linen tablecloths and waiters dressed in tuxes amid the low buzz of 
voices and a muted clink of silver flatware.  But then, my publisher wouldn't let me 
starve.  I was worth too much to them. I stood at the door for a moment to see if it was 
busy and was pleased when I noticed Den and Tom sitting at a fairly prominent table. 
They were looking at me.   Actually they must have been watching the entrance.  I smiled 
to them and nodded. Tom stood and motioned for me to come to their table, so I did. 

"Thank you for coming over," Tom said. "We've talked a lot since last night and 
although 'Nissa is still not really for it, she did agree to at least let you talk to us." 

"That's great," I said. "Would you be my guests for dinner? I've not eaten yet and I 
skipped lunch." 

Tom looked hesitant, so I looked at Den. "Please?" I begged.  "I rarely have company for 
dinner that isn't business. Just good food, good wine and good conversation. We've got 
plenty of time to talk about 'that' topic." I held my hand out to her, "Come. Dine with 
me."  She smiled finally, cute dimples at the corners of her mouth as she did. "Sure," she 
said and took my hand.

I caught the eye of the maitre d and held up three fingers. He glided across the room and 
escorted us to a round booth off to the side. I moved to allow Den to slide into the booth, 
and Tom to sit beside her. I sat down at the other end, which placed Den between Tom 
and me in the booth. Leon handed us menus and asked if we wanted drinks. I looked to 
Tom and noted he had a bit of a puzzled expression on his face. I asked him, "What's 
wrong, Tom?" 

He looked a little embarrassed and said. "Um, I'm not much of a drinker. Usually just 
some beer on occasion, but.."  I held up my hand.  "Tom, look. It's just us chickens 
here. Order what you want. Be comfortable." He looked relieved but still a bit 
uncomfortable. "Well," he started, "we came here to try some new things -- to experience 
things we can't get or do at home."  

"Ok, then," I replied, "let me order drinks for you." Tom looked at Den, and she nodded 
imperceptibly.  Tom said, "Sure. Nothing out of this world though." I grinned and told 
Leon to get him a Tom Collins, for her, a gin and tonic with a twist, and my usual. Leon 
bowed slightly and moved off.

"So, you are tourists in this great city?" I asked Den.

She hesitated a second as if she were afraid to talk to me, then said, "Yeah. We're from a 
small town in North Carolina and this is the first time we've really been able to afford to 
do this."

I nodded, leaning back so a waiter could serve our drinks. "It can be expensive here. I 
used to wonder how people made ends meet here. Then I asked what the salaries are here 
and understood. It may cost twice as much to live here, but the money is twice as good 
too, so it all balances out." I sipped my drink (ginger ale, as I don't drink alcohol any 
longer) and watched as Den sipped her gin and tonic. She screwed up her nose like she 
wasn't sure what she'd gotten into, then looked up and saw the slight grin on my face, 
and took another sip. Tom sipped his TC and I could tell he wasn't really fond of it.

"How is it, Den?" I asked.  "Different." she replied.  "I'm not sure I like it."

That was honest. Good. "Want to try something else?" I asked. Tom replied, "'Nis, let's 
swap." They changed drinks and sipped. Tom looked much happier, and Den's eyes 
widened, as she tasted the Tom Collins. She took a slightly larger drink and said, "That's 
good!"

I grinned wryly "Well, I was close. Right drinks, wrong people."  They laughed a bit. I 
could tell they were finally getting comfortable. The rest of dinner was just as I'd 
promised. Good food. Tom had a steak, and Den had pheasant while I enjoyed blackened 
whitefish. Dessert was a chocolate mousse you could immerse yourself in, and the 
conversation was light and airy. I asked some questions about North Carolina, having 
never been there, and we talked about the city, what they'd seen, what I thought they may 
want to see while in town. 

When dessert was served, I asked Den about her plethora of names "What ~is~ your 
name?" I asked. "I've heard Tom call you 'Den', 'Nis' and 'Nissa', and I'm not really 
sure which I'm supposed to use."

She smiled (those dimples again..!) "My name is actually Denissa. I tell people my 
parents actually wanted a boy and had Dennis already picked out." Her brown eyes 
sparkled as she said that. "Actually, I've got an uncle named Dennis, and they wanted to 
honor him. You can call me Den or 'Nissa, whichever you like best"

I smiled back, "That's a great story.  I think I like 'Nissa best."  

A bit more conversation, then I asked "Are we ready to adjourn?" 'Nissa and Tom 
glanced at each other, asking unspoken questions.  Then 'Nissa dropped her eyes in a 
sign of resignation. "Come on," I said to her gently. "We're just going to talk. Nothing 
else. No promises, no debts owed. " She nodded and made motions to get out of the 
booth.

Tom asked as we were leaving, "Don't we need to pay somewhere?" I said, as we crossed 
the lobby to the elevators, "No. Leon knows to charge it to my room. Besides, I told you 
it was my treat, and the conversation and company was well worth the price of a dinner."

As the elevator was going up, I took an opportunity to look closely at Tom and 'Nissa. 
Both were nicely dressed, but I could tell from the cut of his coat it was a few years old. 
Her dress, while nice enough, was rather conservative as it came down just below her 
knees and her shoes were simple flats. She was wearing a white blouse, which revealed in 
its shadows a white, basic bra. Nothing fancy, no frills. Just basics.  I think my appraisal 
of her was a bit too close as 'Nissa caught me looking. She gave me back a tentative 
smile, and I smiled warmly back to reassure her. Keeping them at ease and comfortable 
was important for this process to work. Communication was the key, and in order for 
communication to work, everybody had to be listening. And talking.


The doors to the elevator stopped, and we exited. The sixth floor starts the "ritzy" section 
of this particular hotel, and I had a medium-sized suite provided by my publisher. Having 
number one books does have its perks. Running the keycard through the slot, I opened 
the door for them, letting them walk into the living room first. Two bedrooms and a large 
living area, a full bar (never gets used by me except for sodas in the fridge), comfortable 
furniture, large TV/theater setup (also rarely used by me) and the one thing I really liked 
about being in 618. 

"Oh, how lovely!" were 'Nissa's first words on seeing the view of the city. The sun had 
gone down and the lights of the city were shining bright, sparkling like multicolored stars 
in the blackness. Tom wasn't quite as impressed by the 'splash' of the skyline, but his 
interest in the room itself did impress him.  I could see him studying the furniture and 
saw his eyes widen a bit as he recognized the quality of the work. 

"Please, have a seat," I urged, gesturing toward the couch. "Would you like a drink?"

Tom took off his jacket, draping it over the arm of the couch and said, "I'd like another of 
those gin and tonics. I've never tasted anything quite like it. Reminds me of pine trees 
and a cold drink of water in the woods."  'Nissa was still standing at the window but 
turned and said she wanted another Tom Collins. I walked over to the bar to see if I could 
remember how to make a TC while looking for glasses and mixers.

"You'll have to forgive me," I said, mixing the gin and tonic for Tom. "I've not messed 
with mixing drinks in a long time, so if it tastes a little funny, its because I've forgotten 
how to make it right."

Finishing up the TC, I handed out the drinks and moved back behind the bar to pour 
myself a coke. Besides, everyone can relate to the 'bartender as therapist' routine. I 
flipped on the stereo to a soft music station, little more than Muzak, but something to fill 
the background. I walked back to the living room and said, "Well, there's no easy way to 
approach this. I mean wife-sharing isn't your average topic of conversation."  Tom 
looked a bit uncomfortable, and 'Nissa was still absorbed with the cityscape before her, 
but her arms were folded in front of her. She was listening, but was defensive.

I walked to where she was standing "I know what you're thinking. You took vows when 
you were married to be only with each other. Only each other, until death do you part. 
But now, Tom's telling you its ok to change the rules." She lowered her eyes, a hint of 
blush touching her cheeks at my words. "Hey," I said. She took a second, but finally 
looked at me. "It 's ok. The only rules we have in life are ones that pertain to our 
happiness. You being happy and Tom being happy are what count. Not how happy your  
kids are, not what your neighbors are doing or thinking. Those do make a difference. But, 
when all is said and done, you and he will be spending the rest of your lives together. 
Knowing you've lived everything you wanted to live in your life makes the biggest 
difference when you're old and all you have are memories and each other." She'd turned 
to face me as I was talking to her, so I put my hand on her shoulder and turned her toward 
the couch. She moved to it and sat down. 

As she settled in, I told them my story. Went over all the events that Andy and me went 
through, all the way until today. Or, at least to the point it made sense to talk about. 
While I was talking, I noticed 'Nissa sat close to Tom, but not THAT close. And Tom 
wasn't much better. He was looking around the room, but I could tell he was just plain 
nervous. Both were in 'company posture', not comfortable posture. I took a very obvious 
drink of my coke, reminding both of them that they had beverages, then changed the 
conversation a bit to ease them back into the flow. About twenty minutes later, I'd 
learned that Tom was in the furniture business, but as a maker of furniture, not in sales. 
'Nissa had spent a lot of years at home raising the kids, doing the housework, etc., but 
had started back to work as a part-time secretary for an auto detailing business when the 
kids had started high school and were getting old enough to take some responsibility for 
themselves. Work and home life had been pretty much normal until just recently.

"What happened to change that?" I asked. 'Nissa looked at Tom nervously and took a 
long pull at her drink. "Um," she murmured, not really knowing how to say what was on 
her mind. Finally, she blurted, "My boss made a pass at me one day. He'd been flirting 
with me off and on the whole time I'd been working there, but he caught me in the 
storeroom off guard one day and." She trailed off, the flush on her face plainly showing 
her embarrassment at sharing something so personal with someone she barely knew.

"And he went a bit farther than you wanted him to," I finished for her. She nodded, a 
little relieved not to have revealed the details. "So, did she tell you?" I asked, turning to 
Tom.

He nodded saying, "When she came home, she was a wreck. He'd pinned her in a corner 
and felt her up some and kissed her. At first, I was angry." 

"Wait a sec, Tom. I want to hear that, but first, 'Nissa?" She looked at me. "How did you 
feel about him touching you? About him kissing you?"

Blushing furiously, she stammered a bit trying to come up with something to say and I 
stopped her. "Shh-h-h." She stopped. "Look at me." she looked up and met my eyes. "If 
this is to work, you have to be ~honest~ about your feelings. Completely. We're all 
adults here. We know there are some difficult things to talk about, so just lay the cards on 
the table." Biting her lower lip, she looked down, but nodded. 

"Ok, look at me again," I said, meeting her eyes as she looked back up. "How did he 
make you feel?"

Sucking in a long breath, she finally whispered, almost inaudibly, "Hot."

"Hot?" I asked. She nodded. "Hot. Melting. His hands were fire on my skin and his lips 
were like lava on mine." I could see in her eyes she was reliving the experience in her 
mind. 

I looked back to Tom. "Now. You were saying something about..." 

"About being angry at first," he continued, "but, as she was telling me about Hank 
touching her breasts, about him running his hand between her legs and about him kissing 
her, the harder I got."

"As in an erection?" I prompted.  He nodded, "I'd heard about how some guys really got 
off on watching their wives have sex with other men, but I'd never though I would be one 
of those men until that moment." Picking up his glass, he drained about half of his drink. 
"Now, it's all I can think about. In my mind, I see her in that storeroom. I see Hank 
feeling her -- but my mind goes further.. "

"Have you told 'Nissa about where the fantasy takes you?" I asked.

"I've told her some of it," he replied.

I looked at the object of the fantasy. She was holding onto the empty glass for dear life, 
so I stood and took it from her. "What does he fantasize about? What has he told you?" I 
asked as I walked to the bar to make her another drink.

"He. he. um. told me that he fantasized about Hank lifting up my shirt. About how 
Hank runs his hands down my breasts and stomach and back up then unhooks my bra. 
Then, about Hank unsnapping my jeans and . feeling me.." Words made their way 
hesitantly out of her mouth, but they were still coming. Her voice quavered as she said 
"He fantasizes about Hank pulling my jeans off, and my panties, then kneeling on the 
floor and. Um. licking me.."

I handed her the freshened drink and reached for Tom's glass. "How does that make you 
feel?" 

"Confused," she admitted. "I get wet thinking about it, but I know its wrong. I know it 
could cause problems at work and in our hometown if it were found out." Words weren't 
a problem now. She knew what she wanted to say. "Not only that, but it makes me feel 
dirty in a way, because its all about the ~sex~. Just the animal act of lust."

From behind the bar I said, "And you've been told all your life that lust and 'just sex' 
were bad things." She nodded at that statement.

I finished making his drink and got another coke from the bar fridge. I walked back to 
where they were sitting and handed Tom the gin and tonic. I caught her eye and asked, 
"Do you love Tom?"

She was puzzled for a second, then nodded assent. "I mean, REALLY love Tom? Not 
just 'He's a good man and a good provider' kind of love, but the kind where you can't 
wait for him to get home just so you can be near him?" She nodded again, tears starting 
to form at the corners of her eyes.

"Tom," I asked, "do you love her that way?" He said, eyes shining brightly, "Yes! 
Definitely. I've turned away work and made clients mad because I just wanted to be 
home with her. She's my life and my love. Without her, nothing means anything." 

(Let it be said that men ARE more emotional than women. We just hide our feelings 
under macho bluster and braggadocio. Once you get to our core, all men just want love 
and acceptance from our mates. We want the ladies to want us just as badly as we want 
them.)

I sat back down and took time pouring my coke to let that sink in. Heavy emotion is best 
taken in small doses, lest one or more of the people involved become crushed by its 
weight. And, I knew there was more heavy emotion to come.

"Ok. So we know that you two love each other and that it's a healthy love," I said. They 
looked at each other and I could see them exchange glances and little smiles. 
Unbeknownst to them, they both moved toward each other on the couch, becoming closer 
physically, so instead of each being almost at either end of the couch, they were almost at 
the middle. Closer, but not touching yet. 

I smiled to myself seeing them unconsciously coming together. It was a good sign that 
things were working. "What you have to realize now is that your relationship is strong. 
Tom, you have to realize that you are 'Nissa's most important person, and 'Nissa, you 
have to realize that you are Tom's.  I've not known you long, but from the actions you 
showed at dinner, the words you've spoken here tonight, it is obvious to me that this is 
true."

I leaned forward, making sure I had their full attention. "What you have to know is that it 
IS true in your hearts." I saw Tom reach over and take 'Nissa's hand and was glad to see 
her squeeze his in return. "You have to know that instinctively. Know it just like you 
know how to breathe. Just like your heart knows how to beat. Know that its automatic 
and that it won't change."

I settled back in my chair for a moment to let those thoughts sink in a little.  Then I stood 
up. "Now, it's getting late. I know 10:30 isn't THAT late, but we've been over a lot of 
stuff the last couple hours. What I want you to do is go to your room and spend the time 
from now until you go to sleep talking about how you feel about each other. Don't talk 
about Hank or money or even turn on the TV. Just talk. Touch. Cuddle. Wherever that 
takes you. Revel in each other and the love you share. That's important. That is a gift."

They stood, still hand in hand, both a bit bright-eyed with the rediscovery of the power of 
their own love. I escorted them to the door, and just as they stepped outside the suite, 
'Nissa leaned back in and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, the scent of her perfume just 
enough to remind me of other times and other places. I smiled and rubbed her shoulder, 
then said, "Now go. Enjoy the love, enjoy each other and sleep well. Call me when you 
are up and about tomorrow. We've got a lot to do." I watched as they walked to the 
elevator, arms around each other. As in love now as they were when they were first 
married.
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Holding Denissa close while waiting for the elevator, Tom realized just how true his 
words had been. He was a lucky, lucky man to have found and married a woman like her. 
When the elevator doors opened, they walked in and Tom pressed the button for the 
second floor. Denissa turned into his arms and hugged him close.

He leaned his head forward and kissed the top of her head, enjoying the clean smell of 
her hair and the slight musk of her perfume. He felt the muscles of her jaw tighten as she 
smiled into his chest. Just holding her close like this was a treat. One he enjoyed every 
day when he got home and was the main reason he hated to be late for any reason. 

The elevator doors opened, breaking the mood of the hug, but not the mood created by 
the evening. Walking to their room hand in hand, they were both thinking about the 
words spoken upstairs. Telling someone else about the fantasy of being with another 
person -- especially the feelings behind the fantasy -- had created a massive sexual 
charge, which was only enhanced by the love they shared. The tension between them 
seemed to grow stronger with each step they took toward their room. Finally coming to 
the door to their room, Tom let go of her hand long enough to get the key out of his 
pocket and unlock the door, but once inside, Denissa pulled Tom to her and kissed him 
heatedly. The passion of the evening, the excruciating pressure of the conversation 
upstairs, everything came together at once. Thanks to button-up shirts and zippers and 
snaps, their kiss wasn't broken except for more than a couple of seconds until it was 
resumed, more passionately, if possible, than before.

In less than a minute, they were skin to skin, hands roaming over bodies, his on her back, 
then to her ass, one hand moving around to cup her breast and work her nipple with his 
thumb. Her hands were just as insistent, trying to touch all of him in their fluttering, 
flying grasp. Hands on the back of his head, making the kiss tighter, one on his chest, 
feeling the light mat of hair there, moving down his stomach to grasp his hardened cock, 
her touch sending a bolt of electricity through them both.  

Through the kiss, Tom whispered to her, "Bed?" She moaned as his hand touched her 
sopping pussy and whispered back to him, "No. Here. Now!"

With that, Tom picked her up. She opened her legs in the air and brought them around his 
back and Tom settled her onto his cock. Denissa moaned loudly as his cock sank all the 
way in, and their pubic bones bumped, jarring her clit. Her arms moved around his neck, 
pressing her breasts into his chest, her hard nipples held tight to his as they moved. 

Working on furniture and carrying tools and wood had made Tom into a strong man. His 
muscles didn't bulge like some pro wrestler, but they were wiry and powerful. He used 
those muscles to the fullest, lifting her up, then down again her wetness glistening on his 
cock in the dim light of the room.  Again and again, he lifted her.  Each time she settled 
onto him, a gasp or a moan escaped her lips as if forced out by the intensity of their 
lovemaking. 

But even the strongest of men tires, so Tom walked to the nearest wall and allowed 
Denissa to lie back against the coolness of the wallpaper. She reached back and braced 
her hands on the wall, getting extra support from the molding that divided the wooden 
lower wall from the wallpapered top. This gave him better leverage, and he resumed the 
in and out motion they'd started. Tom moved his hands to her hips, and Denissa pulled 
him into her time and time again with her legs, the musk of her scent powerful in the 
small foyer. 

Suddenly, she squealed, inhaling a large gasp of air as her orgasm hit. Tom moved his 
hands under her back to keep her from falling, which slammed his cock to the hilt into 
her pussy, making the orgasm that much more intense. Her pussy convulsed hard several 
times, and unable to stand the sensation of her vagina pulsing on his cock, and the 
beautiful expression on her face in the throes of orgasm, Tom started cumming as well. 
He held her tight to him as streams of cum blasted from his cock, only to be stopped by 
the back wall of her pussy, which was still clamping repeatedly on his shaft.

Finally, the sensations subsided, leaving them tingling and excited, but momentarily 
drained. Tom leaned Denissa against the wall, and then leaned into her. Her arms came 
around; holding him close while their breathing slowed somewhere close to normal.

She kissed his cheek and said, "Oh, Tom. I love you so much! That was wonderful." Tom 
moved his lips to hers and said, "I love you too, darling. Nothing in this world means as 
much to me as you do."

She hugged him close for a moment, and then whispered in his ear, "Let me down. I gotta 
go pee!" 

Grinning, Tom lifted her up off his softer, but still erect cock, and said, "Hurry back! I'm 
not through with you yet!"

Padding through the bedroom to the bathroom, Denissa delighted in the different 
sensations of the wood floor, to the carpet, then the ice-cold tile against her bare feet. Sex 
always did that to her. Heightened the sensations. Made her feel more ~alive~! As she sat 
and urinated, she could feel his cum dripping from her, and could still feel the glow the 
orgasm had caused deep inside her. She finished and wiped, quivering a bit as the pad of 
toilet paper bumped her clit, sending another erotic charge through her body. She leaned 
her head back and ran her hands over her body, remembering Tom's touch from just a 
few minutes ago. Her fingers found her nipples which she pinched lightly, while her other 
hand found her slit, which she proceeded to finger. Her mind wandered through the 
lovemaking she and Tom had just shared, but there was also something else there.what 
was it? 

A slight frown crossed her face as she fondled herself, then eased away as she realized 
that the 'something else' was when Hank had pinned her against the wall in the 
storeroom. Her hand clasped her breast the way Hank's had. Firm. Hard. She fingered 
herself more intensely, rubbing her clit back and forth.. Around and around.  She started 
moaning as her memory of Hank's hands and the visions of her husband's fantasy danced 
behind her eyes. She saw Hank's raw energy as his hand popped the button of her jeans 
and the memory of how tight his hand was pressed into her pussy. Hank's fingers 
pinching her nipple through her bra. The hotness and intensity of Hank's kiss.  Her 
husband's descriptions of how he could see Hank exposing her. Of Hank pushing her 
down on her knees.  All of it was in her mind as if were happening at that very moment.

Without warning, her second orgasm hit. She was cumming HARD! And she never came 
a second time that quickly from making love with Tom. Her breathing came in short, 
ragged gasps as the pulsations of the orgasm forced the air from her lungs time and time 
again. But, as quick as it had arrived, the orgasm subsided, leaving her limp, still seated 
on the toilet.

She slowly raised her head and opened her eyes. Tom was leaning against the door of the 
bathroom watching her, a slight smile on his face and lust in his eyes. "Having fun?" he 
asked.

Smiling ruefully, she said, "Um. it just kinda happened." She didn't really want to tell 
Tom she was fantasizing about Hank. Her guilt and fear about the incident wasn't over 
yet.

"Well," Tom said, walking into the bathroom, his newly hard cock leading the way, 
"Let's see if we can 'kinda' make it happen again!" He scooped her up from the 
commode and carried her into the bedroom, laying her sideways on the bed, her head on 
the edge.

He moved around, placing his cock near her face, then spreading her legs open so he 
could take the opportunity to move his face into her pussy. 

"Tom, no! You just came in me." She said, leaning her head up to look at him. He looked 
back between his arms for a second, his eyes meeting hers. He grinned and replied "So?" 
and then leaned down so his tongue could begin its quest for another orgasm for her. She 
laid her head back, sighing as Tom's tongue started feeling real good with all the places it 
was touching. She positioned Tom so she could suck on his cock while he ate her out. As 
his cock head slipped into her mouth, her mind wandered back into that storeroom where 
Hank was still waiting.

Tom had described one fantasy where Hank had started removing her clothes, but 
Denissa's mind took the fantasy several steps further. She picked up her version of the 
fantasy where Hank had already pulled her shirt and bra off, stripped her jeans and 
panties off, and had made her lie back on a bunch of cardboard boxes filled with rags and 
cleaning supplies. Hank had then yanked her legs apart, looking lustfully at her lightly 
furred cunt. Then he brushed her lips with his rock hard dick as a hint. He bumped her 
closed mouth three or four times, then reached up with his hand and had pulled on her 
pussy hair firmly so she would get the idea to open up. Reluctantly, she opened her 
mouth, and Hank drove his cock in as far as her unprepared mouth would take it as he 
leaned forward and started licking hungrily at her cunt.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, Denissa had reached up and pulled on Tom's ass hard, 
which caused his cock to jam deep in her mouth, her throat opening slightly to 
accommodate his girth. Tom took the hint, and started a fucking motion in her mouth, 
going deeper until his cock was as far in her mouth as it had been in her pussy not twenty 
minutes earlier.

Tom's fucking motion translated into Hank's fucking motion in Denissa's mind, Tom's 
mild roughness magnified in the fantasy threefold as Hank's cock forced its way deeper 
and deeper into Denissa's mouth. The licks of Tom's tongue became Hank's insistent 
biting and sucking on her slit, Tom's gentle exploration of her pussy morphed into 
Hank's pulling and probing fingers digging at her cunt. 

Her hands grasped Tom's ass tightly as her orgasm built up. As Tom's tongue swirled 
around and around her clit, the orgasm started to peak. Just as it hit, Denissa pulled 
Tom's ass hard, making his cock spear into her mouth.  and Holding it there as she 
moaned around it, her body shaking as she came again. 

Her mind was telling her that Hank had slammed his cock into her mouth, forcing it into 
her throat as his tongue and fingers had succeeded in wringing a massive orgasm from 
her resistant loins, her orgasm intensified by the fantasy lover in her mind. Slowly, 
slowly the orgasm subsided, while the images of Hank still flickered in and out of her 
thoughts.

Pulling his dick from her mouth, Tom turned around to face Denissa. He loved the look 
on her face. The slight glazing of the eyes, the tinge of a flush on her cheeks and the tops 
of her breasts, this was what Tom loved most about their lovemaking. Pleasuring her. 
Pleasing her. Making her feel good. Kneeling between her legs, Tom brushed the head of 
his cock against Denissa's slit, the head becoming even wetter with her juices. He laid his 
cock on her slit, slowly drawing it back until the head laid on the opening to her vagina. 
When he leaned forward, the head slipped in..

The sensation of Tom's cock entering her pussy sent Denissa back into fantasyland where 
Hank was pushing his dick into her tight cunt. She arched her back, causing Hank's cock 
to drive all the way in, his weight pinning her to the cardboard boxes in the storeroom. 
"Oh, God!" Denissa cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Tom started pumping into her harder, then even harder as her hands moved down his 
back, pulling on him insistently. He had fucked her who knows how many times over the 
years they'd been married, but never as hard as this. Her hands and moans drove him to 
pound into her, the slapping sound of his balls and the squish of her wetness loud in the 
room.

Denissa moaned loudly as Hank's cock battered at her pussy, his hard dick slamming in 
and out of her cunt like a hammer-drill. The pile of cardboard boxes moved back and 
forth as Hank's weight shifted to and fro, the motion of the boxes and his body causing 
his cock to burrow deeper and harder than ever. Over and over and over again he 
pounded into her, the thrusts becoming more and more insistent, and the need to release 
more and more demanding. She could see his face twisted with animal lust as he fucked 
his dick into her tender cunt.

Again, Denissa could feel her orgasm boiling inside her pussy. The tingle starting at her 
clit, electrically connected to her nose and her toes. Her raspy breathing was punctuated 
by gasps as the strokes of Hank's cock hitting home forced the air from her. The 
electrical charge kept getting stronger and sharper until she screamed "Mmmmghf! I'm 
CUMMING! Oh, God! FUCK my cunt, Hank! CREAM me! FUCK ME HARD!"

At the sound of Denissa's voice, her bold words, and at the mention of Hank's name, 
Tom could hold back no longer. He arched his back, drilling his cock into her pussy as 
far as it would go, and exploded into her, his spasming cock pumping cum in time with 
the powerful gripping of Denissa's molten tunnel. Her vocal demands driving the force of 
his orgasm harder and higher than he could ever remember. 

Suddenly spent, Tom slowly collapsed on top of Denissa. Their combined need for air 
almost creating a vacuum around their heads. After a couple moments, Tom rolled off 
Denissa and took her into his arms, kissing her cheek softly, cuddling her sweaty, satiated 
body close to his. Hugging her tight, he whispered roughly, "That was amazing, sexy."

She looked at him, her eyes still slightly glazed with the after effects of the powerful 
orgasms. "Yeah, it was, Ha-" she stopped and blinked, her eyes clearing. Once she 
realized where she was and what she'd started to say, she blushed bright red, and tried to 
get up, too embarrassed at being caught out to stay in Tom's arms.

Tom clenched her tight to him and said, smiling "Hank. You said that a moment ago too. 
It was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever heard."  Denissa had her head buried against 
his chest, trying to keep from crying. Her muffled voice said, "You're not mad?"

He loosened his grip a bit, then reached and tilted her face up to his. He looked into those 
eyes. The eyes he'd fallen in love with all those years ago. Eyes that were now brimming 
with her hot, burning tears. Tears ready to fall if one more would show up. "No, darling. I 
could never be mad at you for that." He kissed her lips tenderly, softly as her tears started 
flowing, and her heart opened to the knowledge that Tom's love meant everything to her 
and that her love meant everything to him. Instinctively knowing that whatever the future 
held for them, that they would always be in love together. Tears of shame and 
embarrassment changed instantly to ones of happiness and joy. 
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Darkness began to fade as the sun made its way toward the horizon. I'd slept fitfully 
running over ideas and alternatives in an attempt to try to cover all the bases. After only a 
few hours of sleeping, and more hours of tossing and turning, I finally got out of bed and 
had room service deliver coffee, donuts and danishes. I had some ideas in mind, but they 
depended on how Den and Tom had spent their night. I also made a few phone calls to set 
some things up and to check on others. I could always hope for the best, but I needed to 
be prepared for the worst as well.

About 8:30, the phone rang. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey" Denissa's voice said in reply. 

"Well!" I said with a pleased tone in my voice. "How are you today?"

"We're ..ummm.great!" she said.  I could hear a smile in her voice and knew that last 
night had gone well. Maybe better than I could've hoped. Time would tell.

"Wonderful. Are you ready for some fun?" I asked.

"Sure" she replied "What do you have in mind?" 

I grinned into the handset "Tell you what. Why don't you and Tom get dressed 
comfortably, then come up to my suite. We'll talk things over for a bit and go from 
there."

"Ok, we'll be there in a minute." She replied.  "See you then" I said and hung up the 
phone. 

True to their word, in must a couple minutes there was a knock on the door. Opening the 
door, I smiled as I saw Tom and Denissa finishing a quick kiss.

"Come on in folks." I grineed "Do you need to borrow the other bedroom for a little 
while?" I asked. They both blushed a bit, but laughed. "No" Tom replied. "Not just yet"

We collected cups of coffee and Tom collared a donut and two danishes, then went back 
to the living room and sat in the same places we had the night before. I was pleased to see 
them sitting very closely together on the couch. "Things must've gone well last night" I 
remarked.

Denissa blushed a little and Tom answered, "I think they went great. We took your 
advice and enjoyed each other." Denissa nudged him with her elbow, still blushing. 

"You DID enjoy last night, didn't you 'Nissa?" I asked her. The blush on her cheeks 
stayed bright and she replied "Yes." 

Curious as to how well it went, and needing to know so I could gauge what issues I 
needed to address nest, I leaned forward and said "Sooo..'Nissa.. Ttell me about it.. Not 
every little detail, but the highlights."

She looked at Tom as if asking permission at which point he smiled at her and said "Go 
ahead, honey." Looking at her hands, she started telling me of the nights activities About 
making it in the foyer when the got in the door, then, hesitatingly about the session she 
had in the bathroom. Tom interjected his viewpoint from time to time, which kept 
balance and also gave me insights into what he was seeing and feeling, although I was 
pretty sure I knew how he felt. 

The description of the sex session in the bedroom was where 'Nissa started coming out of 
her reserved shell a bit. She was talking about the storeroom, and how Hank had finished 
what he'd started. Her eyes closed as she talked about it and I could tell she was reliving 
the experience in her mind. Her description got a bit deeper than I think she realized 
because partway through, she started giving the details. From her point of view.

Tom was listening in rapt attention as she described how rough Hank was. How he'd 
forced things. How she'd felt as Hank's hands had touched her. When she was finished, I 
could sense a slight hint of musk in the air, and Tom had an obvious bulge in his pants 
from hearing her side of the story. In my opinion, Tom was ready for anything! 

But I knew 'Nissa wasn't. When she opened her eyes and saw that Tom and I were 
watching her, waiting for her next words, she clammed up tight. I knew she still had 
some reservations about something, and I wasn't sure what it was. She could open up 
when she was concentrating on the moment, but take her out of that moment and she'd let 
too many things distract her. I needed her alone for a few hours so I could find her 
resistance and see if it was something real, or just something that she was afraid of.

I figured the best thing I could do was appeal to Tom. When 'Nissa went to the bathroom, 
I asked him "Tom, do you mind if I take 'Nissa shopping? She and I need to talk about 
some things, and shopping will take her mind off the main topic." 

Looking hesitant, he replied, "I appreciate everything you're doing. Last night was some 
of the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had with her, and I know it was because of what 
we've been talking about." He sighed as he said "But we just can't afford a big shopping 
spree right now. It took all the money I could scrape together so we could make this trip."

He stood up and went to the table for more coffee. "We've worked hard to come here and 
I thought it would be a great way to get her relaxed and then talk about this." Sitting back 
down, he had a forlorn expression in his eyes as he murmured, "I just don't have enough 
money for her to go shopping."

I almost laughed. "Um, Tom." I began "Money isn't an issue or a problem."  Reaching 
over to the coffee table, I picked up a copy of my latest book and opened it to the flyleaf. 
His eyes widened when he realized who I was, and he stammered "But, why.. when.. "

I did laugh then. "Tom, I want to do this. In a way, it is therapy for me too. And I can 
certainly afford to spend some money on a beautiful woman." I smiled ruefully "I've not 
gotten to do that in while. So, if you don't mind..?"

He smiled back at me, still a little dazzled "Ok."

"Ok, what?" 'Nissa asked as she walked back into the room. I said to her "Lets go 
shopping." She looked a little stunned, then said "Well, sure. What do you have in mind 
to shop for?"

"I'm not sure yet" I replied. Tom walked over to her, gave her a kiss, then said, "Have 
fun!" 

"You're not coming?" she asked, a surprised lift in her voice. I said "No, I've got 
something for Tom to do." She looked at Tom, so I said, "Let me grab a couple things 
from the bedroom, I'll be right back."

Ducking out for a moment to give them time to talk, I made some more calls from the 
bedroom to make some arrangements. I wanted to give them a night to remember, but 
Tom's situation was straightforward, so I put the wheels in motion. I also needed some 
confirmation about 'Nissa and Tom. I'd had a good feeling that they were OK, but when 
you've made a lot of money, and some of your dirty laundry does hit the newsstands, 
anything is possible. Receiving the answers I'd basically expected, I hung up the phone 
and grabbed the essentials that a man has to have (wallet, keys, cell phone, etc..). Ready 
to start this little adventure, I went back into the living room to collect Denissa.

She didn't look terribly happy, but she wasn't angry either, so I knew Tom had talked her 
into it. I asked "You ready to go? 

"Yup." She said, just a little shortly. "Good" I replied. Looking at Tom I stated "Jerome 
will be here in a little bit. Just relax and let him do his job. He's the best at it, so just 
enjoy the ride."

Tom looked as surprised as Denissa had earlier. I laughed at them and said "C'mon folks. 
We're here for fun! Let's enjoy today. I promise you'll both get some of those 'new 
experiences' you were looking for." They both relaxed visibly. "Tom, Jerome should be 
finished with you around five-fifteen, so just hang around the lobby. We should be there 
about then." Denissa kissed Tom as we left.

She was quiet in the elevator, telling me she was a little uncomfortable. I made some 
offhand remark about the weather to which she replied "Uh-huh." I knew she wasn't 
listening, so I asked her if she knew her shirt was on backwards. "Yeah" she answered, 
then realizing what I'd actually asked, she said, "No, it isn't!" I grinned as I replied 
"Well? You weren't listening. What were you thinking about?"

She sighed "Nothing really. I just .. well.. I wonder why you're doing this? I mean, you 
had your problems with your wife - ex-wife - about this, and now you want to try to ." 
she shrugged, unable to really find the words to finish.

"Its as much for me as it is for you and Tom" I answered. "In a way, its me making sure I 
know my own feelings about this. So far, everything we've talked about is right on the 
mark. I see you and he and it reminds me of Andy and myself, but I also have learned 
some hard lessons the last couple years." I turned her to face me and said "And, when I 
find someone I want to be close to again, I want that person to be able to understand me. I 
want them to understand those lessons. I want them to be comfortable knowing the love 
that the lessons give is boundless." Denissa nodded, knowing some of what I was talking 
about, but not all of it. If what I was working on panned out, she'd know everything by 
the end of the night.

The elevator doors opened, and we began to walk across the lobby. I stopped her for a 
moment so we could talk. Some of what I needed to say to her really needed to be said 
now, even before we started this excursion. I sat on one of the couches out of the way of 
the main traffic area, gesturing that she should sit also.

"I've made a lot of money, Denissa" I started "but the old saw is true. Money can't buy 
happiness and it doesn't make you happy. Money is merely a tool." I leaned back and 
steepled my fingers, trying to figure out how to say what I needed to say next. 
"Information is a tool too. And all tools, if used correctly can make beautiful things like 
the furniture Tom makes."

Denissa nodded understandingly, but not really sure where I was headed with this. I 
continued, "In order for you to understand Tom and trust his feelings, you've got to fully 
understand yourself. Trust yourself and trust Tom."

"I do trust Tom" she said, "but I'm just not sure I trust myself. I'm just not very sure of. 
of. well, of a lot of things." 

I grinned wryly "Trust is a difficult thing sometimes. Knowing how to trust yourself is 
even harder. Sometimes it's easier to do things for others than for yourself. Forgive 
others. Love others. Be kind to others. So many things we do for others that we can't do 
for ourselves without a lot of pain and heartache."

Leaning close to her I stated "Before two days ago, you didn't know me from Adam's 
housecat, and could've probably cared less. Nor did I know you and Tom. You know 
some things about me, but not a whole lot other than you feel like my intentions are 
honorable and kind. I know quite a bit about you and Tom also. Probably more than 
you'd believe, but some of what I've not told you and some of the things I have done I've 
had to do for self-preservation as well as to make sure we're doing the right things."

I'd confused her quite well by then, I'm sure. I leaned forward and took her hands "Do 
you trust me?" I asked, looking closely at her eyes.

'Nissa stared levelly back at me for a long, hard moment. "You know, night before last 
I'd have said I didn't trust any man very much. After Tom said the things he said about 
wanting to watch me with another man, I didn't know what to think. But I know you've 
been honest about what you've said." She turned my hands over in hers. "I've also 
always had this gift. I am a very good judge of character. I knew ten minutes into our 
dinner last night that you were OK. I've trusted you with some of the deepest secrets I've 
ever had. Ones I'd never tell even my best girlfriend. So, yes. I trust you."

"I trust you and Tom too" I smiled "maybe a little more than I should. I'm bad to let 
myself trust too much. And when I do, I sometimes let myself be blinded to things I 
should see."

I didn't really want to tell her the next part. I knew though that if the trust was to be 
complete, and for this to work it had to be, I had to. "Um. I've learned that I have to be 
careful about. people." I said. "Sometimes that means I have to do things to protect. 
myself.. and ."

She could tell I was having problems talking about this. She squeezed my hands and said 
"C'mon. Just tell me. No beating around the bush. You've been honest with us about 
your relationship with Andy and we've been honest too." 

I nodded, lowering my eyes "I know, 'Nissa. And I felt deep inside I could trust you and 
Tom. But, I had to know so I made some calls to check up on you." 

She was quiet for a moment, and then said "And what did you find?"

"What I already knew," I said. "What I already felt."

Letting go of my hands, she tilted my face back up to look at her "Then it's a difference 
that makes no difference." She leaned forward and gave me a soft, quick kiss on the lips. 
"Now. Lets go. You said you were gonna take me shopping!" she said, grinning.

Standing up, we proceeded out the main doors of the hotel. A long, black stretch 
limousine I'd ordered earlier was waiting for us to appear so it could shuttle us around 
town. Denissa looked amazed at how big the car was, and at the doorman who opened the 
car door for us to enter. "Thanks, Jim" I said. "You're welcome, sir" he replied.

Denissa looked around at the huge interior of the car, taking in the TV and stereo, the full 
bar and fridge. She asked "Where's the pool?" 

I grinned "That's in the trunk, but they've drained it so we can put packages in it." 
Grinning back, she said, "Does this thing have coffee in it?" 

"Nope" I replied, "but the place we're going has good coffee."

She grinned "I love good coffee. So." She said, shifting in the leather seat "where are we 
going, and what are we shopping for?"

"We're going shopping for YOU." I said. "and we're going to the best place in the world 
to find it."

"Riiiiight" she said, laughing as the limo pulled up front at a very prominent store. I'm 
sure you've heard of it, and no, it's not Gimball's. Walking through the doors, Denissa 
stopped and just looked at the immensity of it. One entire city block devoted to one store. 
Everything you could ever want was in this store, and I knew it had the world's best 
fashion area. I'd told Denissa to dress comfortable knowing she'd be changing clothes for 
a good chunk of the morning, and maybe part of the afternoon too.

"C'mon" I said, "you wanted coffee" We went to the caf area and ordered, then sat at a 
table, talking about the store. I pointed out different areas, having been there several 
times both for shopping and for signings. I asked her about her clothing preferences, and 
she indicated she preferred to dress like she was today. Jeans, knit shirt, street shoes or 
tennis shoes. I asked her what she wore when she dressed up, and she made some 
remarks about the dress she wore last night. I asked some more questions then I asked 
"How do you feel about how you look, Denissa?" 

She flushed a bit, but said "I know I'm not the prettiest woman in the world. I guess I 
look ok, but not spectacular."

I knew then I'd finally found what was bothering her. She just didn't have the confidence 
in her own beauty. She was afraid Tom was pushing her off on someone else, so he could 
be free. I smiled to myself, shaking my head. I'd seen the same thing so many times it 
wasn't even really funny anymore. 

Women have this image of themselves that society has imposed which is almost always 
totally wrong. "I'm too fat. Too thin. My breasts aren't big enough. Too big. My butt, my 
thighs, my tummy.. et cetera, ad infinitum. All women are beautiful. I take that back. 
They can be beautiful, if they let themselves. Accepting who they are and letting that 
show through changes everything about how a man looks at a woman. Denissa had the 
physical beauty, but she'd always heard that "this" was better than she was. Maybe as a 
kid, her brothers picked on her, or guys were afraid to talk to her because she was pretty. 
Guys actually have more problems with self-confidence than women do, we just exhibit it 
differently.

"Well, 'Nissa, we're going to do things a little differently today. Come on" I said. We 
went to the clothing area, where we picked up a sales clerk. "May I help you find 
something?" she asked. Denissa had stopped at a book display, and I noticed she'd found 
my book. Grinning at the clerk, I said "Lets redo her. Here's where I want to start, and 
here's what I want." 

We started with a satin t-shirt dress in blue. Low, strappy heels to match, when Denissa 
complained about high heels. Didn't matter which ones the clerk tried, she just didn't feel 
comfortable wearing them, because she never had worn them. Since I didn't want her 
breaking her neck tonight, we settled on the low heels, but I had the clerk include the 
high ones in her packages. Hopefully, she'd want to practice.

More shoes, button-up shirts, and button down skirts, we bought her an entire wardrobe 
of new clothes. 'Nissa wasn't completely comfortable with all the selections, but I knew 
given time after working on her attitude, she'd be happy to have the new clothes. 

I had the clerk wrap most of the packages, keeping the t-shirt dress, a light silky jacket 
and the low heels aside for later. By that time, lunch was in order. We went back to the 
caf where we had coffee earlier, and ordered some light food. Fish for me, a salad for 
her, and more conversation about Denissa. We talked about her childhood where she 
confirmed my suspicions about rambunctious brothers and a tom-boy upbringing as she 
tried to keep up. She asked me about my career and admitted she knew who I was, which 
caused me to smile.

"So" I asked "now that you know I'm a lazy bum, how do you feel?" 

She laughed, giving me a light punch on the arm "Lazy bum's don't have best sellers." 
She said.

I grinned back "But, don't you know that writing is about the laziest way in the world to 
make a living? All I have to do is sit at a computer and type some story then hand it to 
my agent to sell." She shook her head, smiling "I've read your books for years. I like to 
read them because its always something with meaning. Something that makes a 
difference to someone. Even when it doesn't end exactly the way I thought it was going 
to in the beginning, it always ends well."

I nodded "That's what I want to bring to a story." I took a bite then said, "but each story 
is different, just like each relationship is different. Some work well, some have problems, 
some break apart and don't ever get put back together. You wouldn't believe how many 
books I have on my computer that have died and I've not gotten back to them to revive 
them."

"Really?" she asked "Sure" I replied "every story doesn't have an ending. Like the 
fantasies you and Tom are just now starting to explore." She got a slightly uncomfortable 
look on her face so I said "Lets do some storytelling of our own." 

Looking interested, she said "Ok, how?" I said "All right. In this story we have several 
options to look at. Lets say we've got a female main character who's interested in 
exploring her sensuality." I didn't say sexuality because "sex" has so many negative 
vibes placed on it by society. Sensuality gives it a softer, smoother meaning, yet the core 
issues are still there.

Denissa nodded, knowing the story was going to be about her, but the detachedness of a 
fictional character gave her the space to explore it mentally "She has this partner who has 
told her she can explore whatever she wants, whenever she wants as long as its safe and 
he knows about it." I knew Tom had told her that almost word for word. Not because 
he'd told me he'd said that, but because it was the same words I'd told Andy. 

Denissa nodded again, so I continued. "First, we have to decide if this is going to be a 
chance encounter, two people who don't know a thing about the other, or an extension of 
an existing relationship. Either scenario is possible, and either one works for the story."

"So, you're saying the gal's partner wouldn't have any problems with either scenario 
happening?" she asked. 

"Nope" I replied. "He knows she loves him, and that whatever she wanted to do would 
only be to experience it as something she wants to feel, or because she wants him to 
experience it with her. " I thought for a second and added "Now, some women will do it 
just because their husbands want them to. And that's fine, I suppose, as its certainly a 
way to show him how much she cares. But unless she's really doing it for herself, in a 
way, its an acting job. She may or may not enjoy the sex part of it, but as long as the 
partner is satisfied, that's all she's actually after."

"I can see that happening" Denissa said "There are a lot of people I know who do things 
for their spouse just because it makes them happy, not because it really interests them. 
They get their happiness from the other person, not from doing .. whatever." She said

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh, I dunno" she replied "Doing housework, taking care of the kids, being "Mom's 
Taxi", going to church so the husband can stay in good with the community, etc."

She sighed, "Seems so pointless sometimes, until you realize that being happy is all that 
counts in this life." I nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. My folks had 
done the same things as I was growing up, and so had I. Doing things to make others 
happy, while stifling my own had caused more problems in the long run than just me 
being myself. 

"Lets change subjects" I said, wanting to keep from pushing too deep in this area again. 
She was making her own decisions, and I could tell by the tone of the conversation that 
she was thinking things through.

"Ok,' she said "What next?" We'd finished lunch and were lingering over coffee. I 
wanted to guide her back into how she looked and felt about herself, so I asked "What 
gives you the impression you aren't pretty?" 

She snickered and said "I thought we were changing the conversation. We've already 
talked about this." 

"We did a little, but we didn't get very far." I said, leaning forward. "Ok, now its just you 
and me. Why don't you think you're pretty?"

"Oh, I don't know." She replied "I think I look OK, but when I look in the mirror and all 
I see is me. I don't look anything like Carmen Diaz or Cindy Crawford or any of the 
other 'beautiful people' I see on TV or in the magazines." Leaning back in her seat, she 
said "Guys look at me funny all the time, like they've never seen anyone like me and that 
makes me uncomfortable because I don't know why they're looking at me."

"Stand up a moment" I said. She stood up, blushing slightly. I already knew why the guys  
looked at her the way they did and it wasn't because she didn't look good. Actually, it 
was the exact opposite. Her hair flowed around her shoulders in a soft fall of brown, her 
face was the face of a Madonna, and her eyes were deep, brown pools that sparkled when 
she smiled (which she was doing as I looked at her). Smiling brought out dimples, which 
gave that cute expansion to her smile, and added that much more beauty to her face. Not 
only that, but I had to admit her body was, for lack of a better word, dynamite. 

I ran my eyes over her body, standing there before me, and I couldn't see anything to 
make me think otherwise. Her breasts were soft curves under that knit shirt, the little 
ridges of her bra adding to the visuals. Her stomach appeared flat, even after the two kids 
she claimed she'd had, and the package contained in the jeans she was wearing.. Well, 
lets put it this way. She naturally did things in a pair of blue jeans that most women 
couldn't do even by trying their hardest. "Turn around" I prompted. "Why?" she asked. 

I grinned at her, "Just turn around" She grinned back, then turned her back to me. From 
behind, she had that classic hourglass figure, accentuated by the curve of her behind in 
those jeans. I marveled at her legs, which were clearly outlined by the pants. Yes. Calvin 
Klein missed a big chance when he didn't come find her.

"Denissa" I said to her "in my opinion, there's absolutely nothing wrong with how you 
look." She turned back around and said "Oh, yeah. Right." 

Shrugging, I said, "lets go find an expert and fix you then." She whacked me on the arm, 
then gulped the last of her coffee, and said, "Lets go, smartie."

We went over to the cosmetics department to see what the specialist there would have in 
mind. I'd heard that the experts here were the world's best at makeovers, and 'Nissa had 
made some remark as we walked through the store about it. When we got to the counter, 
one lady saw us and came immediately over. "How may I assist you?" she asked. I said, 
"This is Denissa. I feel she has a natural beauty that needs to come out. Can you help?"

The lady looked at 'Nissa for a moment, then looked at me, a question in her eyes. I 
smiled knowingly, so she nodded then said, "Follow me". We went into the main area 
where makeup tables had been placed for the specialists to do makeovers. The attendant 
sat Denissa down on the chair and tipped her back a little.  Setting on the stool beside 
'Nissa, she asked, "You're not wearing any makeup right now, are you?" Denissa, unused 
to such close attention, shook her head. "That's what I thought." the lady said.  "Ok, let's 
try this."  

Picking up a color wheel, she flipped through color combinations to find the best set for 
Denissa's skin, hair and eye colors.  Then, pulling open various drawers, she assembled a 
kit with which to experiment a bit. With a very small applicator, she dabbed a bit here 
and there, exchanging a powder and a blush, then thinking hard about the lipstick. 
Finally, she was satisfied with her choices and started to work.

The expert took a slightly damp towel and wiped Denissa's face. Next, she picked a 
brush out of the base powder, dusted it off, and traced Denissa's cheek, jaw line and chin. 
From a small pad loaded with blush she carefully stroked Denissa's cheeks, leaving just a 
hint of color. After that, she took a mascara wand and barely touched it to 'Nissa's lovely 
long eyelashes, drawing it up and away only a few times. Taking a small brush, she 
painted Denissa's lips with short, deft strokes of a gloss that had just the slightest hint of 
pink in it. She stopped for a moment appraising the overall effect, then looked at me. I 
wiggled my fingers. She nodded, then wiped each of Denissa's hands with the towel 
rubbing each finger separately, then the whole hand. Opening another drawer, she spun a 
lazy Susan inside until she found the nail polish she was seeking. Quickly, she painted 
Denissa's nails with almost a clear coat, but with just that same touch of pink that was in 
the lip gloss. She looked at me again, and I nodded approval at what she'd done. She 
leaned the chair back up so Denissa could see herself in the mirror. The transformation 
was so subtle that if you had seen Denissa only 10 minutes ago, and weren't paying 
attention you'd miss it. But, the effect was stunning.

"What did you do?" 'Nissa asked, looking amazed at her reflection.

The lady replied smiling softly, "Everything I needed to do to make you look your best."

"But, all the makeovers I've ever had made me feel like I had to scrape everything off 
with a knife. You barely did anything, but look at me!" 'Nissa exclaimed, still astounded 
at the difference.

Smiling, the lady replied, "If I had changed your appearance with a lot of make up, it 
would only take away from how you look. You do have a natural beauty that too much 
makeup shouldn't be used on." Placing unopened containers of what she used on the 
counter for us to buy, she continued, "I wish I could use more of it so I could sell you a 
large quantity, but for you, it would only be gilding the lily. As little as you need to use 
for this effect, this will probably last you for months." 

I wasn't really sure if Denissa knew what she meant, but I knew it was true. Getting off 
the stool to stand behind 'Nissa, the lady continued, "I have some contacts in the 
modeling field. Not fly-by-nights, but the big agencies. You are exactly the type of 
beauty they'd want." As she spoke, she used her fingers to lift Denissa's hair, running 
them through lightly to fluff it just a bit. Denissa was still looking at herself in the mirror, 
surprised expression meeting surprised expression. The lady bent down and whispered 
something to 'Nissa that I couldn't hear, then kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'Nissa 
blushed slightly, then murmured, 'Thanks!" and got up out of the chair.

I think Denissa was a little taken aback by the woman's kiss because she took my arm as 
we left. She looked back as we were walking away and apparently the lady was watching 
us leave, because 'Nissa smiled slightly and waved. 

I leaned down and asked what the lady had said. "She said she wished she looked like 
me," Denissa replied. "Then she said if I ever got tired of men to come find her."

I grinned, knowing that as conservatively as she'd been raised the woman's sexual 
overture had shocked Denissa to the core. Not exactly what I had in mind, but it worked. 
Walking around the corner, Denissa was still talking about the lady and how surprised 
she was at her pass. I stopped her for a moment and said, "'Nissa, look. Guys like to 
watch you because you are beautiful. And at the same time they shy away from you 
because they're afraid of you. Afraid of being rejected by you. Men have fragile egos and 
don't really know how to handle a woman who has such a great body and such a pretty 
face."

"Women have fragile egos too, and you're no exception. Each and every woman has her 
own beauty that she needs to find and expose in the best way she can find. They see the 
stereotypes on television and movies, in magazines, both the fashion and even the 
Playboy magazines and they don't feel like they can measure up."

"Men usually aren't much help because when we see that beauty, we immediately clam 
up, or change the subject or all the blood rushes to a different part of the body and our 
brains shut down." I pulled her to a nearby mirror and moved behind her, taking her 
hands again so I could hold her arms away from her body.  "But you need to see the 
shape of your body, its form. Look at its curves, the shapes it defines. This is a classic 
shape. A thing of beauty to the eye of the beholder, but so many eyes behold you and 
can't express the feelings of eroticism you cause."

Releasing her hands, I moved my fingers to her face and started tracing the lines of her 
brow.  Her cheeks, her lips. Describing each to her as others saw them, not as she saw 
them. People walked by us, looking then turning away because they had no idea what to 
say, and no idea what was going on, which was just as well as neither Denissa or I was 
paying the slightest attention to the passers-by.

Finally, I turned her around again to face me. "You see," I said, "it's not your lack of 
beauty that people are looking at, but your wealth of it." Her face was downcast as she 
tried to accommodate this new information about herself. In a brief time it's hard to 
change the self-image we've acquired over the years, and she was having some 
difficulties.

I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 3:00. We needed to do a little more shopping, 
get back to the hotel and prepare for the evening, so I took her arm this time, and pointed 
her toward our next destination.

Denissa's face turned a light shade of red as we walked into the lingerie department. The 
clerk, a waspish male in his '40s came up to us and with the lightest trace of a lisp asked 
if he could be of assistance. "Yes," I replied, "we need to locate a garter belt, stockings 
and a matching bra and panty set to fit this lovely lady."

He stepped back a moment, then said, "I believe we have just the thing for you, my dear. 
Follow me." We trailed behind the clerk as he went around the shelves picking up boxes 
and packages for Denissa to try on. He was humming a Broadway show tune as he 
collected the lingerie and stopped from time to time to look at her. "36 C," he said one 
time, like a man who obviously knew his clientele. "I think a size 5," he mumbled 
another, knowingly. When he had picked out the things he wanted, he directed, "Ok, 
now. Come with me."

He led us to the dressing rooms and suggested, "Use the first door on the left. I think a 
woman with your coloration and complexion will look absolutely stunning in this outfit." 
Denissa took the packages and with a slightly querulous look at me, headed into the 
designated room. A few minutes later, she came back out, still dressed. "Um. How do 
you work this?" she asked, holding out the garter belt to the clerk. "Oh, honey, it's easy," 
he giggled, showing her how to manipulate the garters to hold up the hosiery. A couple of 
minutes of quick instruction and 'Nissa was ready to try it again. As she headed back to 
the dressing room, he called after her, "Don't forget to adjust it in the back first!" She 
turned back, and nodded with a slight flush.

About 10 minutes later, she came back out. "Everything fits wonderfully!"  she said. 
"Although I'm not completely sure about the stockings."  "When you had them on, did 
they pull smooth across your calves and thighs?" the clerk asked. "Yes," she said, "they 
fit fine, but I've never had hosiery that had a seam in them."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Just as long as the seam is in the back, and they're straight, 
you'll look fabulous!" he gushed, waving his hand in dismissal. He helped us collect all 
the packages, which we took up front to add to the rest. I called the limo driver, and he 
helped us load Denissa's loot into the car and drove us back to the hotel.

Looking at my watch, I saw it was just a bit after 4:00.  I told the driver to meet us in 
front about 5:30, and then called ahead to be sure the restaurant/club had our reservations. 
With everything set for the evening's plans, I took Denissa's arm and escorted her and her 
packages up to my suite.

The driver put the packages into the spare bedroom while I talked to Denissa. "Ok," I 
started, "we've got to hurry just a bit because I don't want Tom to wait too long for us in 
the lobby, but I want you looking perfect for him when we're done. Go take a quick 
shower, then get dressed while I get ready."

She smiled and then came into my arms, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and a big hug. 
"I don't know what to say. Thank you seems so inadequate for everything you've said and 
all the beautiful clothes." I gave her a quick squeeze, turned her toward the bedroom. 
"Just enjoy tonight, and the rest of your life," I said. "That's the thanks I want. Now, 
hurry!" I grinned, as I watched her walk into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes as she 
went.

Forty-five minutes later, I was ready. Suit on, tie tied correctly (after the third try... why 
are those confounded things such a pain?) Shoes quick polished with a dry towel, etc.  I 
walked into the living area almost expecting Denissa to be ready, but wasn't terribly 
surprised when she wasn't.

A few minutes later, she stuck her head out of the bedroom. "Um, can you help me 
please?" she asked in an almost little girl voice. I walked into the bedroom to see what 
the problem was. "I can't seem to get this garter thing right and the seams straight too," 
she said, with a slightly frustrated tone in her voice.  "It seemed so easy at the store."

I smiled and replied, "Ok. Turn around."  Nope, the seams weren't straight and somehow 
something else was wrong too. I knelt behind her. "Lift your skirt." She raised it a couple 
of inches. I snickered, "A little more." A couple more inches and I could see the flesh 
above the stockings, the curve of her panty-covered behind peeking out just a tad. I 
looked up at her, only to see her grinning at me over her shoulder. "Oh, being a little 
tease, are we?" I grinned back at her, to which her reply was to wiggle her behind in my 
face. I gave that delectable wiggle a little "pop" and she squeaked.

"Ok, sexy," I said, "we don't have time to play right now, so just cooperate and we'll see 
what you've done here." She gave back a tiny pout, but raised her skirt enough so I could 
see she'd crossed the straps on the garter belt.  And she had the garter straps over her 
panties, which could spell disaster. I unhooked the straps, slid them through her panties 
on the left side, reconnecting them after running my hands up her shapely leg to make 
sure the seam was straight. As I was doing the same thing to the right leg, she clamped 
her legs together just as I got to the top of the stocking, trapping my hand mere inches 
away from her crotch. I looked up to see she was looking at me with that playful 
expression again, but this time it mixed lust and mischievousness. 

"Mmmmm!" she said "what a firm touch you have, sir." I gripped her leg, loving the feel 
of the nylon under my fingers. "I'm liable to have something else firm besides my grip if 
you don't let go, little girl." I said, grinning back at her. She smiled and loosened her hold 
on my hand quickly. I wasn't expecting her to let go so suddenly, and my hand slid up 
and bumped softly into her pussy. I could feel the moist heat there, even though I pulled 
it back almost as fast as it happened. She gasped a little, then 'Mmmm'ed her approval. 

I finished hooking her stockings back up with a slight tremble in my fingers. She asked 
why I'd put the garter straps under the panties instead of over them. "You may have to 
pee sometime," I said with a grin, standing back up, "and unless you want me to come 
into the Ladies bathroom and fix your stockings again, I think this is a little better."

She got this amused look on her face, imagining me in the Ladies room on my knees 
getting her seams straight. "No," she giggled, "we don't want you to get arrested!" I 
grinned, picking up her silk jacket from the bed and urged, "Come on. We're going to be 
late."

I held the jacket open for her, and she worked her arms into it.  Then she backed slowly 
up into me, as she pulled my arms around her, almost in a protective way. I held her a 
second then said, "We've got to go, 'Nissa. Tom's waiting."  She whispered, "I know. I 
just want this moment with you holding me. You've shown me things about myself today 
I didn't know existed. In a way, it's a little scary, but I know it's the fear of something new 
and it'll go away. Please hold me a moment, then we can go."

I held her that way for more than a moment and enjoyed it. Denissa's a cuddly armful to 
have, so I took the opportunity to enjoy her scent, the softness of her hair, the soft 
firmness of her body. I kissed the top of her head, and murmured with a slight sense of 
regret, "C'mon, little greedy. It's time to go."

She stepped away from me, but kept my right hand held firmly in her left, as we walked 
out the door to the elevators.
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Practice Makes Perfect

"You're going to make quite an entrance when these doors open," I said to her. She 
smiled, finally feeling the confidence in herself that she deserved to feel. "I was just 
thinking about that," she declared.  "I can't wait to see Tom's face when he sees me 
wearing such a great dress -- one like this one -- especially because I've never done 
anything like this."

Looking at me, she giggled, "But I'm almost as anxious to see how the other men in the 
lobby look at me. I want to feel their eyes on me." She was confident, but still needing 
the approval. The way she was dressed, the clingy dress, the seamed stockings, she'd get 
looked at for sure. The elevator made its way to the lobby and, just as the doors started to 
open, she squeezed my hand hard. I squeezed back my encouragement.

The doors opened, and we walked into the lobby, her heels clicking on the tile. I won't 
say every pair of eyes found her, but those that didn't definitely missed a treat. I stopped 
just outside the elevator and let her go on unescorted. Desk clerks stopped conversations 
and looked, porters left bags unwatched as their eyes found her legs and moved upward. 
Guests, males and females alike saw the subtle shifts of light shimmering on the silk 
jacket and satin dress. Denissa's head moved from side to side, looking for Tom, first and 
foremost, but also not missing the effect she was having as she made her way through the 
lobby.

Seeing him at last, near the doors, she hurriedly walked (not quite a run since she wasn't 
used to the shoes) and they hugged tight. Somewhere along the line, she must've picked 
up a little Brigitte Bardot as she lifted the heel of her right foot as she leaned into the kiss. 

I smiled broadly at the overall effect. It was pure show, almost exhibitionistic in its own 
way. She played it perfectly, and absolutely reveled in the attention. In a way, I was 
hoping she didn't go too far overboard with this, or poor Tom may not be able to keep 
up! 

I caught up to them, and appraised their new look together. Jerome had spiffed Tom up 
right. An off the rack suit which had been retailored to fit Tom quite well, a fresh haircut 
and a good, close shave and Denissa in her new clothes contrasting our dark, sharp suits 
perfectly. Tonight was going to be special, and all three of us could feel it.

Tom was talking to Denissa, his admiring words seeming to rush out in a never-ending 
torrent. She was smiling, and trying to get him to slow down, so she finally kissed him to 
shut him up. Right at that moment, I saw our limo pull around to pick us up. 

I said "Ok, you two. Break it up so we can go, or take it back upstairs. Which will it be?" 

They broke the kiss and looked at me, grinning. Tom said "If you think we're going to 
miss what you've got planned, you've got another think coming." Denissa concurred. "So 
far, today has been wonderful, and I don't think tonight will be any less spectacular. Let's 
go!" And with that, she pulled Tom toward the door.

Mitch opened the door for her, just in time as she wasn't paying attention and would've 
run into it if he hadn't. I smiled at him as we walked outside to the waiting limo. 
Hurrying so he could outrun Denissa to the limo, Mitch opened the car door to allow her 
entrance. She caught his eye, and said "Thanks!" and when she moved to get in, she gave 
Mitch a view all the way to the Promised Land because the way she got in was most 
unladylike. His jaw dropped in astonishment and wonder and the expression on Denissa's 
face was priceless. She loved the tease. She loved the power she'd discovered, and she 
wasn't afraid to use it. 

Tom stood stock still until I nudged him. He almost fell into the car as stunned as he was, 
but we got him settled down and I sat on the seat opposite them. Mitch closed the door 
and we headed off to the club. When the door closed, Denissa started laughing, and Tom 
just sat, stunned at the display she'd put on. She reached up and pulled his face to her and 
planted a kiss on his cheek. "Tom, honey," she said, catching his attention. He looked at 
her, his expression still a little stunned.  She smiled and repeated, "Honey, I'm still me. A 
better me. A freer me. I still love you with all my heart, and I hope you still love me. I've 
grown a lot today." As she said that she looked at me and then back at Tom. "So I'm 
going to take advantage of what I've learned."


He shook his head slightly "'Nissa, I'm going to love you, regardless of what you've 
learned or what you do. I'm trying to catch up is all. You've made so many changes, so 
fast. It's hard to believe."

I proclaimed, "Sometimes it seems fast, Tom. But when a change is made, it's made. It's 
like turning on a light switch and flooding the whole room with light. The reason changes 
seem to take a long time is because of the decision making process."

He nodded, understanding. "Like picking out a stain for a table. You go through all the 
samples, sometimes dozens of times before saying, "That's it! Right there."

"Exactly." I replied. Denissa cuddled close to Tom as we rode, which was the best thing 
I'd seen all day. Well, not as hot as taking a peek under her dress as I was fixing her 
garter belt, but just as satisfying. Maybe even more so.

We pulled into the club right on time. I'd picked this particular club because it had very 
good food, but also because it had a good band and a decent sized dance floor for after 
dinner festivities. The driver parked, then came around and opened the door for us. He 
was treated to a somewhat less provocative show than Mitch had received, but he didn't 
look disappointed. Denissa showed a lot of leg, but not anywhere near as much. I think 
she'd decided that shocking Tom once was a good thing, but too much of a good thing 
was -- well -- too much. 

We entered the foyer of the restaurant and the gatekeeper recognized me. It had been a 
while but when Andy and I were still together, we ate there quite often when in town.
He escorted us to a rounded booth near the back, in a quiet section of the dining area 
conducive to conversation.  Menus were handed out, and he told us about the specials. 
After taking our drink order, he left us to make our choices.

Denissa wiggled out of her jacket, which left her shoulders bare and, as she leaned over 
to look at her menu, gave a wonderful view of cleavage. I must've been staring a bit, as 
she looked up at me and gave me another of those mischievous smiles. She hunched her 
shoulders just a bit, which deepened the cleavage enough for me to glimpse her bra under 
her dress. Grinning back, I tapped on my menu to remind her why we were here. She 
gave me just the slightest hint of a pout, her lower lip rolling out a tad. She returned her 
attention to her menu as did I after glancing over to Tom. I was amused to see a light 
smile on his face as he'd caught the interplay between Denissa and me.

Appetizers, soup, dinner, dessert all followed suit. Waiters were very attentive, but I 
knew it was due to the chance to look down Denissa's top more than it was to my 
notoriety.  She smiled at either Tom or me as our main waiter left the table, simply 
swimming in the attention she was receiving. Tom was loving it too, pleased with his 
wife's attitude changes, and proud that she was his wife. He was finally able to show her 
off to everyone because she ~wanted~ to be shown off. I could feel the happiness 
between them and the sexual tension was slowly building.

Dessert and after dinner drinks finally finished, we proceeded to the dance area to enjoy 
the entertainment. As we walked in, the band began playing some fast dance music.  I 
noticed it was a different band than the one that had been here when I'd come with Andy. 
Our eyes adjusted to the lower lighting, then we made our way to a table near the dance 
floor. Denissa had expressed a desire to "boogie down" and Tom was more than happy to 
let her. 

I sat at the table as she and Tom danced for three fast songs. I'd taken the liberty of 
ordering us drinks while they were on the floor. I figured since they were going to be 
somewhat hot after exerting themselves, and a bit full from dinner, I ordered light drinks 
for them. Denissa's face was flushed when they got back to the table and they were both 
very happy and animated, talking back and forth about how long it had been since they'd 
been able to cut loose and really have some fun.

She took a sip of her drink, then a larger one, enjoying the fruity, fizzy flavor. "Mmm!" 
she moaned, "What's this?" I answered, "It's a Singapore Sling. Do you like it?" 

Nodding as she took another sip.  "It certainly hits the spot!" Tom seemed to be enjoying 
his as well. We chatted a bit about the club, and I told them about bringing Andy. I talked 
about some of the people I'd seen here from time to time. Names you'd know and names 
they knew. Mostly, being a writer meant I got to meet a lot of people. Sometimes that 
was a good thing, sometimes not, but it was always ideas for my stories.

They related some of the clubbing they did back before the kids, and even a little when 
they could get a babysitter long enough to do a night on the town. We talked about music 
and bands we enjoyed.  Denissa grabbed my hand and gushed, "Ok, it's your turn!" and 
pulled me onto the dance floor for another round of boogie-down. Two fast numbers, 
with Denissa having an absolute ball. She danced and twirled, which, to my enjoyment, 
flipped the hem of her dress up just high enough to give a hint of stocking top, and the 
occasional flash of garter strap. Unless you were looking for it, you'd miss it. Trust me. I 
was looking. And she knew it. She'd spin, then look me in the eyes, that smile on her 
face. Knowing she'd done it, and loving it.

We went back to the table, and Tom had refreshed the drinks. Denissa took a healthy pull 
at hers, finishing almost half of it before she sat down. "Careful there," I warned, "don't 
want you to get too drunk to dance, do we?"

She grinned. "I won't get too drunk. I promise." I excused myself and went to the 
bathroom.  Feeling much better, I saw Tom and 'Nissa exchanging a hug and a kiss as I 
came back to the table. As I sat down, they broke the kiss, smiling at each other. Denissa 
excused herself to go to the restroom, so Tom and I talked about furniture. I didn't know 
a lot about it, but my curiosity about anything I didn't know led the conversation. 

We were talking about upholstery when Denissa came back to the table and took my 
hand. I felt something soft and lacy between our hands, and took it. I thought I knew what 
it was, and sure enough. The little scamp had gone to the bathroom and taken off her 
panties! I could feel the dampness of the crotch in my fingers as I put them in my coat 
pocket, and as I raised my glass to take a drink of my ginger ale, I could catch the scent 
of her musk on my hand. I almost dropped the glass when I smelled her, but managed to 
recover, spilling only a bit on my chin. She laughed as she took a napkin and wiped the 
ginger ale off my face, and Tom's face had a huge grin on it. They'd set it up when I'd 
gone to the bathroom! Rather, Denissa had. Tom simply went along for the ride.

She pulled Tom to the dance floor, and I watched them move around it. Denissa was still 
providing the peep show for Tom, and I could see the smile on her face every time she 
spun around. The band was starting to play some slower stuff now as the evening was 
wearing down, so they danced one before they came back to the table. The band started 
another one and instead of sitting down, Denissa took my hand and we danced. We 
started off in 'standard' stances, but only for a moment. "C'mere," she urged, pulling me 
to her. She moved into my arms and in no time, we were dancing as close as she and Tom 
were earlier. 

"What are you doing, 'Nisssa?" I asked. "Enjoying tonight," was her simple answer.  I 
held her close as we moved around the dance floor, letting the music wash over us. I 
couldn't help but think back to the times Andy and I had danced here like this, but I came 
back to the present and held the cuddlesome wench in my arms a little tighter.

I think she could sense some of my melancholy because she looked up at me and 
whispered, "Life moves on and we grow. You've helped me and Tom these last few days, 
and I think I can help you, too." With that, she leaned up and softly kissed me.

I hadn't expected this so she caught me with my mouth open. The tip of her tongue 
slipped in, and I could taste the fruitiness of the Singapore Sling and the taste of her 
instantly. I sucked lightly on her tongue, and she moaned. We stayed like that for who 
knows how long, exchanging the kiss, each giving as good as we got in the process. I 
hated to break it, but I knew Tom was watching and didn't want things to get out of hand. 

Denissa delivered a last peck to end the kiss as the song ended. Hand in hand, we walked 
back to the table. When we got there, she and Tom exchanged a glance, to which she 
gave the barest of nods. I didn't really notice as the last of the kiss was still on my mind.

Tom asked, "Do you mind if we go back to the hotel now? It's starting to get late and we 
have to get ready to leave tomorrow." 

I was a little surprised, and somewhat disappointed that the evening was going to come to 
a close so soon, but replied, "Sure. It's been a hectic day, but one full of good times and 
fun."  I missed Denissa's sly smile as I said that. Her face was straight as we made our 
way to the door, but her eyes held a slight sparkle I thought was for Tom.

Our car pulled around and the attendant opened the door for us. Tom got in first and then 
Denissa. I looked around the parking lot, capturing the moment for my memory 
collection, then got in myself. 

I was a little surprised that Tom hadn't gotten in the seat across from us because it made 
the seat just a little on the close side, but as the car pulled away, I soon discovered why. 

Denissa looked at me and said solemly, "You've been a good friend to us. You've shown 
us ourselves and given us the ability to not only appreciate each other, but the chance to 
enjoy life in a way I'd never thought possible. I've talked it over with Tom, and we want 
you to be my first lover."

I didn't know what to say. This wasn't why I'd done the things I had, said the things I'd 
said. I knew Denissa was attracted to me, but I thought it was only just to tease. To 
explore her newly found self. I really hadn't thought this part through because I didn't 
think it was something to consider. 

"'Nissa., " I started to say. "Shh," she hissed, putting her fingers on my lips. "You need 
this as much as I do. As much as Tom does." I looked at Tom and he nodded, saying, "I 
know you've given us a lot. Both in teaching and in material things, but you've got some 
things you need to learn too."

He paused, thinking.  Then he said, "I know it's probably not what you'd had planned for 
us, but we see your face as you talk about your past and know you need some caring too. 
And, although we've only known you for a couple of days, you've cared about us. We 
want to give some back."

Shifting a bit in the leather seat, he continued. "Denissa asked me about it this morning 
before she called, and I didn't know if it was a good idea or not. But, the more the day 
unfolded, and especially after the amazing and wonderful changes in 'Nissa I've seen this 
evening and tonight, I knew it was the right thing to do." He held out his hand to me and 
offered, "Share with us tonight. We want you to."

I was deeply touched. Far beyond the point where I could safely say words, so I simply 
reached up and shook his hand. Denissa put her hands on ours, sealing the deal. Tom and 
I let go, but Denissa didn't. She pulled our hands to her lap, placing our hands on her 
legs, holding them there a moment. I could feel the nylon of the stockings give way to 
flesh under my hand, then the curve of her thigh merged with the soft hair of her pussy as 
she moved my hand towards her. She leaned her head back and moaned as our hands all 
came together at the center of her sex.  She moved our fingers around, Tom's on one side, 
mine on the other, using us to bring her higher and higher. Slowly, she stopped 
controlling as we took over. Touching, exploring. Opening her up, and taking turns 
playing with her clit as the other fingered her.

Tom caught my eye, then nodded toward the front of the car. I looked that direction and 
could see the driver's eyes because he'd adjusted the mirror to get his own view of the 
action in the back. I grinned back at Tom, and allowing the driver to be a voyeur, we 
turned our attention back to the delectable woman who was so enjoying our hands. 

We didn't really have enough time to bring her off before we got to the hotel, so she was 
at a fever pitch when the car rolled to a stop. Without waiting for the doorman, I opened 
the car door, and reached for Denissa. She hadn't bothered to fix her dress, so when she 
got out of the car, I had a glorious view of her bare pussy in the lights of the hotel 
entrance. As she stood, her skirt dropped back into place, but the look in her eyes was 
pure lust. Tom got out, and closed the door as we hurried in.

Denissa was shifting from foot to foot; impatient as a cat on a hot tin roof for the elevator 
to make it's way down. Finally, the doors opened, and she pulled us both in hurriedly. 
The doors had barely closed before she almost jumped Tom. She pulled his face to hers 
and kissed him hungrily, then reached back and pulled me to her. She broke the kiss with 
Tom, and continued it with me, her hands busy getting us to touch her. We took the hint 
and held her between us, her taking turns kissing us as our hands felt her legs.. Her ass.. 
Her pussy.. Her breasts.. Adding fuel to the blazing inferno that 'Nissa had become.

We felt the elevator stop on the second floor, and Tom and I stopped what we were doing 
so we could get 'Nissa to their room. The door opened and a tall black man was standing 
there, waiting to go to the lobby. He moved aside as we exited, then entered the elevator, 
hitting the button as he turned to the door. 'Nissa, just on the verge of being out of 
control, flipped up the front of her dress, flashing her pussy at the guy. I could see his 
eyes light up and a huge grin on his face as the doors closed. 

She was laughing, and I couldn't do anything but shake my head in disbelief at her as 
Tom gathered her into his arms, almost running as he headed to the room. He handed me 
the key, so I unlocked the door, and we piled in, almost sprawling in the floor in our haste 
to get inside before that guy came back. 

Denissa wasted no time, however. She wanted it and wanted it NOW. I closed the door as 
she and Tom exchanged another hot kiss, then she grabbed me and kissed me as hard as 
she had Tom. Her hands were on my pants, then Tom's pants, freeing our cocks as 
quickly as she could. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" she said, kneeling down to examine her trophies. She stuck out 
her tongue and began licking us together, pulling us to her whether we wanted to go or 
not. I didn't mind the male-to-male contact as long as this was as close as it got, and 
looked at Tom. His eyes were on her face, watching as she sucked and licked us, one then 
the other, then trying to do us together. She'd suck him, taking him as far as she could 
this way, then she'd switch to me, sucking insistently. She'd stop for a second, jacking us 
slowly as she watched the expressions on our faces, then she'd grin and do it again.  After 
a few minutes of this, Tom had had all he could take, and said "Ohh, babe! I'm gonna 
cum!"

'Nissa moved her head back and forth quickly on Tom's cock, jacking on mine in time 
with her motions. Tom reached down and held her head as he started cumming. I could 
see her throat move as she swallowed: four, five, six.. Tom released her head, and she 
sucked hard, getting all she could out of him. He leaned back against the wall, his cock 
slipping from between her lips as he moved out of range. She licked her lips, enjoying the 
last of his spunk, then turned her attention to me. 

"You ready, cowboy?" she asked "I've felt your eyes and hands on me all day today. 
Now it's my turn." 

I smiled down at her "Yes, you sexy vixen. I'm so ready its not even funny!" She reached 
up and undid my belt, allowing my pants to fall around my ankles. Leaning forward, she 
sucked me into her warm mouth, bringing a guttural moan as I went all the way in. Her 
hands felt my legs, up and down, pulling me closer. As her head moved back and forth on 
my cock, her tongue would swirl around the head, sending electric chills all the way up 
my spine in response. 

I could feel my cum building pressure in my balls, my legs starting to tremble at her 
insistent ministrations and she sensed it as well. She moved her head faster, the sounds of 
her sucking me loud in the enclosed space of the foyer. As I began to reach my peak, she 
reached behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me as deeply into her mouth and throat 
as she could, her moan vibrating my cock almost like we were connected at her vocal 
cords.

Unable to hold out one second longer, I whispered "Ohhh, Denissa!" and began to flood 
her mouth with my semen. Her eyes flickered up at me as I started cumming, and she 
sucked even harder on my manhood, draining me, swallowing as fast as I was cumming. 
She held me in her mouth, her tongue still moving over my cock, even after I had 
finished. The sensations were incredible as it had been far too long since I'd had sex, and 
I'd almost forgotten how wonderful a woman's mouth feels. 

Still trembling, I reached down and pulled her to her feet. Her expression was one of 
satisfaction and triumph at her accomplishment. She ran her fingers over her lips, then 
sucked on it to make sure she hadn't missed a drop. Tom stepped close to us again and 
said "Oh, honey! That was beautiful to watch!" She smiled, and then looked a little 
startled as Tom pulled her to him and kissed her hard. 

They melted into the kiss, enjoying the moment, eventually breaking off so we could 
continue. Denissa took my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom, but I had to stop her 
long enough to remove the rest of my clothing before I broke my neck on my pants. Tom 
took the opportunity to do the same, and mere minutes later, a fully dressed Denissa was 
leading two naked men into their bedroom.

She turned as she got to the bed and held her arms up, saying, "Who wants to do the 
honors?" Tom and I looked at each other, then said in unison "We do!" She giggled as we 
each took one side of her dress and pulled it inside out over her head. I popped the hook 
on her bra, and Tom pulled it off her arms, and there she stood, clothed only in garter 
belt, stockings, heels and a smile. 

Posing there for a second, she collected the memories of the looks we were giving her, 
savoring the lust and amorous expressions we couldn't help but show. Then, in a 
dramatic swoon, she fell back onto the bed; arms and legs both splayed wide saying 
"Take me, boys! I'm yours!"

Neither Tom nor I wasted a second climbing onto the bed to be with her. Working as a 
team, we kissed her face, our hands each caressing the breast nearest us. I moved down 
her body, kissing her neck, then down the top of her breast, stopping to first lick then 
suck on her nipple. As it hardened, I gnawed lightly on it and was rewarded with a moan 
from her as I did. I moved back to the foot of the bed, kissing my way down her stomach 
as I did so, pausing only long enough to kiss her belly button, getting a giggle for my 
efforts.

After I moved out of the way, Tom started paying close attention to her breasts. Kissing 
and nibbling on the soft flesh, sucking on her nipples, lightly running his tongue on the 
sensitive underside, sending goose bumps up her arms. As Tom had her distracted, I took 
the opportunity to move between her legs, relishing the feel of the nylons against my 
arms and face as I kissed my way up one leg, then down the other, the scent of her skin 
and the stockings mixing with the musky scent of her sex. I planted a kiss right on top of 
her mound, and then dipped my tongue into the top of her slit, finding the little man in the 
boat standing in rapt attention. I swirled my tongue around it, then licked between her 
lips, opening her slightly so I could get at her sweet nectar contained within. She moved 
her knees up, allowing me easier access, which brought the silky nylons across my ears, 
which I enjoyed immensely.

She moved her head to Tom's lap and started licking and sucking on his cock, bringing 
him slowly back to life. We stayed like this for several minutes as Tom became harder 
and harder, and 'Nissa came closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Denissa's breathing 
quickened and I could feel her start to tremble as her orgasm began its course. 

"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!!!" she moaned, Tom's cock still firmly planted in her 
mouth. She clamped her legs around my head, effectively making sure I stayed put until 
she finished cumming. Her juices flowed copiously, coating my chin, as I couldn't keep 
up with her. Then, without warning, her legs opened, releasing my head from that nylon 
vise. I almost fell in the floor when she did that. Tom moved his hand down her body, 
fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, trailing down to her pussy. His fingers touched 
the top of her pussy, just enough to touch her hair and she reacted "Noooo, Tom! Its 
soooo sensitive!" He grinned, ignoring her weak attempts to stop his hand, and moved his 
finger up and down her slit. She jumped as he touched her clit, moaning as aftershocks 
from the orgasm coursed through her body.

He moved around to where I was, taking my place between her legs. He knelt between 
them then laid his cock on the opening to her vulva, and slowly began to push his way in. 

"Ohhhhh, Tom!" she moaned as his cock began to fill her pussy. She brought her legs 
around his back and pulled him all the way into her. When he was in all the way, he 
stopped for a moment, relishing the feelings on his body. Her legs, her warmth, the feel 
of her stockings. He began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but faster and faster 
as she loosened to accommodate him. He shifted her legs from his back to in front of him 
on his shoulders. He started to fuck her hard again, then stopped long enough to remove 
her shoes, keeping them from putting out an eye.

That task accomplished, he started again in earnest, pounding into her repeatedly as she 
writhed and moaned under him. After a couple of minutes, he moved off her saying "We 
have a guest, honey. I think we need to include him, don't you?" She grinned and turned 
over, getting into the doggie position. Tom re-entered her from behind as she beckoned 
me to her face. I got back on the bed and moved to her. She sucked my half-hard cock 
into her willing mouth, beginning again her wonderful actions. I could feel every time 
Tom fucked into her, as I would be taken deeper into her mouth each time. Only a few 
moments after we started, she began moaning around my cock, then I felt her lips tighten 
as her second orgasm hit. She squealed, the sound muffled since her mouth was full, and 
the sensation on my cock was intense. 

As her orgasm wound down, she released my cock from her mouth, and laid her head 
down on the bed, resting for a moment. Tom moved from behind her and motioned for 
me to take his place. My now hard cock was more than ready, so I took his place, ready 
to enjoy his wife. I looked down at her pussy, open and waiting, slightly reddened from 
Tom's activities. I placed my cock where his had been only a moment before, then began 
my own decent into Denissa's velvet tunnel. 

I was forced to assume I was slightly larger than Tom as her pussy was unbelievably 
tight. As I slowly sank into her depths, her head lifted off the bed and her back began to 
arch. A low moan started deep in her chest, and increased in volume and pitch the farther 
I burrowed into her. 

"Ohhh, Goodddddd" she said when I finally stopped. I pulled back out slowly, torturing 
her with the sensations. "Mmmmmmph!" was all I could hear from her. I began to push 
back in, and she pushed back in response. We began our mutual movements, back and 
forth, getting a little faster, a little harder each time.

She leaned forward again, resting her upper body on the bed as I continued to fuck in and 
out of her hot pussy. "MMmm! MMmm! Mmmm!" she moaned every time I'd hit home. 
Her vocalizations became more insistent. "Ohhh, fuck me!" she growled out "Fuck me 
hard!"

I shifted my legs outside of hers to get a better angle, and she proceeded to lie completely 
flat on the bed, her pert ass begging to be handled.  "God!" she moaned "pound me 
hard!"  And not wanting to disappoint, I began to fuck her harder, my cock plowing into 
her pussy time and time again, my balls slapping the bare skin of her legs above her 
stocking tops. From nowhere, I felt my orgasm begin to hit, the force of my ejaculations 
setting Denissa off like a stick of dynamite. She buried her face in a pillow to muffle her 
own screams as her orgasm sent electricity charging through her veins, blast after blast of 
my cum hitting everywhere in her pussy. 

Finally spent, I laid on top of her to rest, our breathing rasping in our chests. I knew I was 
probably too heavy to be comfortable, so I leaned up to get off of her. She moved her legs 
up, cupping my ass with those silken limbs, pulling me deep into her one more time 
before I extracted my cock from her now sodden pussy. 

As I moved off the bed, Tom replaced me on top of her saying "Mmmm, baby. That was 
soo hot!  But you're not through yet." Carefully, he began to guide his cock into her cum-
filled pussy causing her eyes to fly open at the contact. He sank all the way into her 
buttery opening causing a slight squishing sound as his cock found its way to the bottom. 
I crawled to where they were and placed my hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide 
so Tom and I could watch his cock spearing into her cunt, a white froth being formed by 
the cum. 

Tom and I continued to switch off the rest of the night, until around 3 AM when we were 
all finally too tired to continue. When 'Nissa got off the bed to go to the bathroom, the 
cum oozed out of her pussy and down her legs, coming to rest in the tops of her 
stockings, soaking them. Tom and I looked at each other, then we both grinned huge 
grins of satisfaction. Denissa walked back into the room sans stockings and garter belt 
and saw our smiles. Smiling back at us, she crawled back in the bed where we all three 
slept until noon.
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Hope is a Good Thing

The next morning found me waking up with Denissa's mouth wrapped around my cock, 
sucking me both awake and back to life. All I could do was lie there and enjoy as she 
worked on me. Her lips and tongue doing an absolute magical dance on my cock. As 
soon as I was erect, she swung her leg over and seated herself solidly on my dick. She sat 
upright, leaning back slightly so she could get the maximum penetration from that angle. 
With her head leaned back, she sighed and moaned as my cock tickled her cervix.

I caressed her stomach, and allowed my hands to creep upward, cupping her breasts in 
my hands. She started grinding her hips on me with a rotating motion, and rubbed her 
legs and body with her hands. Still grinding on me, she cupped her breasts with my hands 
between her hands and the soft flesh of her tits. As the grinding motion continued, she 
moaned deeply, and started gripping my hands, causing me to grip her breasts tightly.

All at once, she let go of my hands and lurched forward, trusting me to keep her from 
falling into me. I wrapped my arms around her back and she started riding back and forth 
on my cock. Licking my lips, she started a deep, passionate kiss which lingered for a 
moment, then she raised up on her hands and started riding me harder. She leaned down 
and kissed me again, then shifted up so I could lick and suck on her breasts. 

I captured her nipple with my mouth, and sucked on the nipple, pulling it lightly through 
my teeth. "Ooooo! C'mon cowboy," she hissed. "Bite me harder!" I clamped a little 
harder on her nipple, and she rose up, pulling it taut as I held it. Her breath gasped out as 
she started riding me harder, the edginess of the light pain in her nipple and the 
sensations in her pussy becoming the building blocks for her orgasm. She leaned in, and I 
released her nipple only to have it replaced with the other one. I clamped down on it, and 
she did the same thing again, except this time, she pulled on her other nipple with her 
fingers. She rode like that for a couple moments, then let go, so I let go also. Then she got 
up off of me, and turned around facing away from me. From this position, she grabbed 
my cock at the base and started settling back onto it, but instead of letting it slide back 
into her pussy, she placed the head of it at the puckered rosebud of her anus.

Slowly, slowly she pressed downwards and I could tell this wasn't something she did 
very often. Suddenly, her sphincter popped open and my cock began to invade her ass. 
When the head of my dick started in, she stopped and started breathing hard, trying to get 
used to something being there. Eventually, I could feel the walls of her anus relaxing to 
accommodate me. Slowly, she started sinking onto me, my cock plowing its way into her 
inch by inch. Finally, after what seemed like forever, that sexy behind was solidly seated 
on my pelvis, my cock buried to the hilt in her. She stopped for a moment to rest, then 
started moving back up my shaft, then back down, slow at first but as she loosened up, 
she started riding me again, much as she had before.

Her legs were doing all the work and I knew she probably wasn't enjoying it much. I 
could see Tom sitting in a chair at the end of the bed watching his wife in action, so I 
knew she was putting on a bit of a show for him. I instructed her, "Lean back on me."

She stopped, looking back and wondering what I was doing. "Trust me," I continued, 
"Lean back."  Walking backwards with her hands, she started leaning back. I put my 
hands under the top of her back to support her as she came down until she was lying on 
my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and planted a small kiss on her neck which 
brought a soft sigh from her lips. I spread my legs slightly causing hers to open a bit 
wider, then reached down and started playing with her pussy as I started fucking into her 
ass again. Tom was leaning forward, watching intently at the coupling of our genitals, so 
I raised my legs up, opening her wide, giving him a graphic view of my cock sliding in 
and out of her ass.  

Getting onto the end of the bed, he moved my hand from her clit and replaced it with his 
tongue. I could tell Denissa loved that as she began moaning again in seconds. Tom rose 
up and placed his cock into her pussy, causing 'Nissa to moan loudly and increasing the 
tightness of her asshole around my cock exponentially. "Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!" 
Denissa growled each time he fucked into her, forcing the air from her lungs. 

Needless to say, he didn't last long with the pure animal lust and eroticism he was seeing 
and being a part of. He plowed into her hard, one last time and held his position. I could 
feel his cock through the thin wall between us as it spurted time after time into his wife's 
pussy.

Finally spent, he pulled out, still leaving her impaled on my cock. She was limp as a rag 
doll, and getting heavy, so I moved her legs inside of mine, then rolled over on top of her, 
still buried in her ass. (Thank God for king sized beds, otherwise we would've hit the 
floor!) 

"Ohh, cowboy!" she moaned under me "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I raised up on my hands and knees, relishing the sight of my dick in her asshole, then 
started fucking her. Easy at first to get her used to the angle, then harder. But it wasn't 
enough for 'Nissa"

"Harder, cowboy, harder!" she cried "FUCK my ass HARDER!"

I started giving her everything I had. My cock became a blur as I slammed into her. The 
taut cheeks of her ass rippled with my impact and my balls slapped loudly against her 
skin in the quietness of the bedroom. 

Denissa started clawing at the sheets, pulling them loose from the corners of the bed. Her 
moans and screams muted by the mouthful of covers she was biting on. "Oh, God, YES. 
Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me" she mumbled repeatedly through the covers.

She grabbed a pillow and slammed her face into it and suddenly, without any other 
warning, her asshole clamped hard on my invading dick as she came. HARD! She came 
so hard that it felt like she was going to cut me off, and then spasm after spasm wracked 
her loins. I couldn't stand any more and started cumming. Deep in her bowels I came, 
spurt after spurt of hot, molten lava spewed from my cock. Denissa screamed into the 
pillow each time I blasted forth with a new volley. 

Afterward, the silence in the room was deafening. The only sounds left were the labored 
breaths she and I drew raggedly in, trying to restore oxygen to our depleted bodies. I 
started to get up, but Denissa moved her hands behind her and grabbed my ass, holding 
me firmly in place. "Don't move." she demanded.  "I want to remember this. My first 
time and it was SO incredible!" 

I was stunned that I'd been given the privilege of taking her anal cherry. I leaned down, 
kissing her cheek. She rolled her face up more and we made it into a real kiss, one that 
made as many memories as the sex had moments before. 

I hugged her close for a moment, and then got up, my cock popping out of her anus like a 
cork. She suddenly had this. expression ... on her face and hurriedly made her way to 
the bathroom to release all the cum that she'd accumulated. I found a towel that she'd 
dropped on the end of the bed and wiped down a bit. Tom was still sitting in the chair 
he'd been in earlier. 

"That was incredible," he said to me.

"You've got a wonderful wife, my friend" I replied. "You're a very lucky man."

He grinned at me. "Yeah, I know. I've known it for years, but this experience has meant 
the world to me." 

I nodded, smiling, wishing Andy and Tom could've been going at it too. Although I 
understood the emotions he was feeling, I didn't know them from experience.

We cleaned up and had room service deliver breakfast (at one in the afternoon, no less!). 
They were leaving today to go back to North Carolina, so I kissed Denissa good-bye, and 
shook hands warmly with Tom. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers, and I 
promised to visit them soon. 

As I was about to step into the hall, I had a thought and asked Tom if he was interested in 
doing some furniture pieces on a national scale. He seemed interested, so I promised to 
have my business agent call him when he got home. Maybe we could get together more 
often than we'd thought! That brought a smile to Denissa's face, although I figured Tom 
would be getting to see his newly super-hot wife entertain more cocks than just mine. 
Hank came to mind as a definite possible.

I rode the elevator to my room going over in my mind the last three days. It had been a 
good three days. Denissa was right. She'd helped me as much as I'd helped them. I'd 
gotten to learn as much as I'd taught. They were happy with everything that had 
happened and so was I. 
"A good thing I'd overheard that conversation." I smiled to myself as I walked to my 
suite. 

I unlocked the door only to hear the phone ringing. I hurried to it thinking "What'd I 
forget in their room?"

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi." Came a very familiar voice from the handset. "I think we should talk. It's been long 
enough." Andy.

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I know this story turned out to be a bit longer than I'd originally intended, but I've come 
to learn that a story, much as life itself, takes its own path. Usually dragging us along, 
kicking and screaming in the process. I hope you liked it. Or, I hope you at least found 
parts of it you liked.

As with any work of fiction, there are always elements of truth in them. Some are real 
truths, already in existence. Some are truths that we come to find as we go through life. 
And some are truths that we hope to discover somewhere along the way. Some truths 
however, we are forced to accept whether we want to or not, while others we have to 
have help to explore. 

I've written this story for several reasons. First and foremost to scratch my itch to write. 
Secondly to entertain you, the reader. 

I would appreciate any comments you care to share as the positive ones let me know that 
I'm headed in the right directions, and the negative ones help make me a better writer. 
And, as I don't get paid to write (yet! *g*) and none of the other writers that post stories 
here get paid either, its all the compensation we get.. *smile* 

Sooo.. Comment away!! 

Thanks in advance..

Max
