OPEN MARRIAGE "PASSION'S PEAK" By ELLEN
A development company recently contracted Bill for an
engineering consulting job in the Carolinas. I usually don't go
with Bill on his business trips, but because he would be gone for
3 weeks, I accompanied him. The firm's architect, Fred, and his
wife, Linda, who were leaving on vacation, let us stay in their
home.
We'd met them the previous evening, just before they drove
to the airport. Fred insisted, "We don't mind you using our home.
There isn't another house within a mile, so we're glad to have
someone look after the property!" Fred's a personable, balding
man in his forties. His wife, Linda, a secretary for a local
banker, is in her late twenties, trim and attractive.
Perched atop a high mountain, the home overlooks expanses of
forested mountains and the distant town where Bill would be
working. Even if we'd tried, we couldn't have found a hotel room
with this exquisite a view.
An hour after Bill had left for work the next morning, I
awoke, lifting my robe from a chair. In my transparent nightgown,
I walked to the kitchen. I heated a cup of diet hot chocolate,
draped the robe over my lap and sat on the couch as I gazed out
the broad window. The sun's crimson rays rippled through puffs of
clouds, above a sea of fog extending almost to the mountain's
peak.
Hearing an engine humming up the winding unpaved road toward
the home, I slipped on the crimson satin robe. I peered through
the front door's glass. A blond, lean and muscular six footer,
d white slacks, climbed from the jeep,
reached for his briefcase, and strode toward the house. He
knocked, then boomed, "Linda? Fred?"
I tied the robe's belt, opened the door, and smiled, "I'm
Ellen. Linda and Fred left on vacation. My husband and I their
'official' house-sitters."
Frustrated, he apologized, "Sorry. My name's Jack; I'm a
vice president at the bank. Linda's my secretary. I was hoping
I'd get here before they left. I'd told her that it would be a
couple of months before I'd need some documents she's been
working on at home. I received a call this morning from a bank
customer that the deal's going through on Friday, so I hoped I'd
catch Linda before she and Fred left." His voice was slow and
modulated, a trace of a southern accent. He was, well...handsome.
"Come in," I offered. Closing the door behind him, I
suggested, "Perhaps we can find the papers." He thanked me, and
we located the papers within minutes on the architect's desk,
alongside an electric typewriter.
He flipped through the file folder, saying, "Just like
Linda! The work's finished. Letter perfect, research and all!
She's the world's greatest secretary!"
"Nice compliment," I commented, glancing to his gold wedding
to my half-filled cup, asking, "You like hot
chocolate?"
Nodding affirmatively, he laughed, "I don't need to get to
work so early anyway, since the work's finished."
As we talked on the couch, I explained why Bill wasn't home.
Jack's blue eyes grazed my body. I glanced to a mirror atop a
bookcase, seeing that my robe was open, exposing a generous
portion of my breasts through the transparent nightgown.
Pretending I hadn't notice his stare, I walked to the kitchen to
fill a pitcher of chocolate as a frightful drumbeat fluttered
within my breast. I sat alongside him as I poured, my legs bent
beneath me.
I appraised Jack's perfectly healthy complexion, not tanned
but palely reddish. His eyes glinted, gazing now and then to the
robe's open neck. We fell silent. Trembling, I licked the dryness
of my lips. His hand brushed mine. My lips parted as he leaned to
kiss me. My tremoring arms encircled his neck as his lips crushed
mine. I whimpered. His hands were now beneath the robe, caressing
my heaving breasts. My nipples were standing out like spikes.
He stood, pressing my body to his, his long hardness
throbbing against my groin and thigh.
The telephone rang! I pulled away, lifting the receiver, and
gulped, "VanRyser's residence." Jack's lips had enveloped a firm,
It was Bill. "I'm in a bind, Ellen. I need some records from
a downtown law office, and the lawyers don't have a messenger. No
one else is here. I was wondering if you could do it for me?"
My voice quaking, I responded, "Just tell me where and how."
I started to say playfully that he could sure pick some great
times to call me, but I didn't want Bill to think I was
complaining about the favor he was requesting. Anyway I doubted
that Jack would have believed me, had I told him I had my
husband's approval. Hanging up, I suggested to Jack, "Are you
free tonight?"
He was stunned, a bit nervous, so I lied, "Bill's leaving
for Florida early this afternoon. I'm alone for the evening."
He smiled. His wife was in Toronto for a club convention, he
told me, adding, "What time?"
When I arrived at the developer's office, I told Bill what
had happened.
before Jack arrives."
At 7:30 that night, Bill was relaxing in a patio folding
chair in the master bedroom's walk-in closet. I was sitting on
the couch, attired in a white satin dress, slit to the thigh,
pretending to read an Architect's Digest while I awaited Jack's
arrival. I was too nervous to read. A feeling like fear grips my
stomach when I feel aroused. My breath was huffing like a
toy train.
The doorbell clanged.
A 15-mile-an-hour wind was blowing through the foyer as I
held the door open for Jack. At 5'8", I was only 4 inches shorter
than Jack, but the red western boots beneath his dress gray jeans
added 2 inches to his tall figure. He stepped in from the
darkness, kissing me as he pushed the door closed behind him.
Handing me a bottle of champagne, he breathed, "You're
beautiful."
Smiling, I took his sheep-collared waist jacket, hung it in
the entryway's closet, then turned on trembling knees to retrieve
a couple of wine glasses. His blue western-style shirt was
tailored like a glove. Handing him the frosted glass, I remarked,
"You changed clothes."
He nodded affirmatively. "Uh huh. Showered, shaved, et
cetera. Had to do something to calm my nerves tonight."
I'd clicked on the stereo and turned off all but the
decorative red-bulbed dining room chandelier, bathing the room in
a soft crimson glow. A slow melody was drifting from the room's
four speakers. He beckoned me to dance.
My legs were shaking, my breasts heaving in desire. My
slender body seemed particularly small and vulnerable as I leaned
my head against his chest. Jack's fingers stroked my shoulder
length black hair, his lips tracing a senuous path down my neck
oft fullness of my breasts. His manhood was
growing in the tight slacks, throbbing against my groin and
thigh, as his hips pressed mine. My tremoring body was now as
pliant as putty, my heart pounding so hard I couldn't breathe.
The song ended. I trembled as he swept me up to carry me
down the long hallway to the master bedroom. Joyous tears pooled
in my eyes.
I'd forgotten Bill who was watching from the closet, only a
dozen feet from the bed where I lay in the dimness. I moaned
beneath the tall form standing above me. Jack removed my shoes,
then my red satin belt, unwrapping the dress to find I wore
nothing beneath. He was staring at my breasts, my stomach, my
shaved mound, as he popped loose the snaps of his western shirt.
His slacks slid down his hips.
I gasped! His engorged manhood burst free, curving up more
than a foot from a patch of thick dark hair. "Oh, my GOD!" I
muttered, fearfully, my eyes wide. Although I was having second
thoughts, I pulled his hips near. He knelt alongside the bed. My
quivering lips parted. My mouth enwrapped his cock, gliding along
the frightening length.
My eyes rolled up to look at him. His eyes were glazed with
lust as he disengaged and lay alongside me.
I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. Unable to
would now be feeling my own mad desire,
pumping - as he always did while watching - his hardened cock in
the closet's darkness. I closed my eyes, relishing Jack's gentle
hands exploring the soft curves of my body. My nipples tingled as
his lips closed around a hard, reddened spike. Impassioned fear
churned within my stomach; I pursed my lips, hissing in desire,
as his tongue twisted a winding path to my shaved mound.
I thrust my hips to his face, grinding my cunt against his
mouth, my heart pounding a wanton drumbeat as his tongue twirled
over my clitoris. I wailed at the thrills rippling through me
like an electric current coursing across a thunder-laden sky.
Clasping my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels into his back
as fiery explosions blossomed within my pussy. Tears of joy
streaked along my cheeks like rivulets of rain on a jetliner's
windows.
I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my
breasts. He braced his arms against the headboard above me. My
lips stretched widely as I took his rubbery monster in my mouth.
My head bobbed as my tongue slurped along its length. Now, beyond
lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock thrusting down
the moistness of my throat. His instrument hammered into my mouth
until my passion was unbearable; my voice muffled by his wide
lease, Jack, I WANT you! I can't WAIT
any longer!"
My hips gyrated expectantly. My long legs now opened eagerly
to accept his huge curving cock floating toward the lips of my
vagina. I shivered; realizing that his manhood was much longer
and broader than any I'd ever encountered, I whimpered with
fright as he pushed past my cuntal folds.
He was splitting me apart! I screamed softly. Shocks rippled
through my groin as he pressed on, my vaginal walls expanding
incredibly for this giant tool. Yet I'd rather have died than
have him stop now. Red coals of passion smoldered in my vagina. I
loved every inch of this massive freight train slowly puffing
into my smoking tunnel.
Jack was clearly aware of the difficulty, although I was
crying as much in pleasure as in pain. Finally, he was as far
into my gushing depths as he could push. My pain disappeared,
replaced by blinding rapture. He rode me with a fury, my cunt now
burning in our forbidden fires. My legs enveloped his hardened
torso, my shaved mound quivering up to match every steaming
thrust.
In the stunning thrills of fucking Jack, I'd forgotten Bill;
but as I thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's
nude form step from the closet to watch Jack's magnificent weapon
ng cunt. Logic and will abandoned me; I was
far too lost in this hurricane of passion to acknowledge my
husband by smiling at him as I normally would while he pumped his
engorged cock.
The emblazoned yolks of Jack's eyes rolled as he plunged
into me. I opened my mouth widely as if this would somehow expand
my cunt further to accept Jack's final inches.
Bill jaw was sagging as he pumped his full length in a fury.
Jack's body and mine pulsated with a radiance. Our explosion was
imminent. Bill's intense stare told me that his mind and Jack's
were now one.
I cried out as Jack's flames united with mine into a blazing
inferno; we shuddered with each thrust, our eyes glazing, craving
the ultimate gratification - release from this overwhelming
passion.
I mewed, "Oh, FUCK me, Jack! FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" Raging tides
of passion coursed through my body. Delerious, I screamed,"Oh!
God help me, Jack! I LOVE you, Jack! I LO-O-O-O-VE YOU!" I loved
him, loved in adultery, uniting in flesh that which was already
in our minds and souls.
And then! OH GOD! It happened in a blinding flash! We were
coming in thunderous waves. Our orgasms burst in a super-nova of
pleasure, raging through my creaming cuntal walls. My mind was
exploding with fiery fragments that spider-legged like a billion
oss the evening skies.
Jack's lips grazed my breasts in the blissful after-glow of
our adultery, our arms entertwined for an eternity of a half
minute. As I fluttered to earth, I remembered Bill.
I looked over Jack's shoulder. My husband had returned to
the closet and closed the door.
I smiled. Now, because of my unquenchable desire for the
largest male member I'd ever known, my husband would have to
remain there until morning. Jack would be mine for the night! Our
journey into passion has just begun.
Jack forced me to turn. My knees sunk into the red satin
sheets like coconuts into quicksand, my hands braced against the
wall above our headboard. His large hands grasped my hips. The
yolks of my eyes rolled madly as his massive member was entering
my vagina from the rear. I moaned. My husband was now in the
closet, hearing all but unable to see us.
I turned to look back, awed by Jack's huge cock. My pursed
lips formed an "oh" as I watched the instrument pushing deeply
into my excitedly-lubricated cunt. I spread my knees ever wider
as the length and breadth filled me. Sobbing in desire, I reached
to caress his member behind me, my hand tremoring. He slowly
thrust into me until I was whimpering with pleasure, "I LOVE you,
!" I sucked in my breath at the stunning
sensations. I stared as he fucked into my depths, my lips parted
in wonder. We shared a sigh. I couldn't tear my eyes from his
cock, which was now bulging at its base, in an impending
explosion, as he groaned, his hips rolling and shuddering.
I gasped! Jack's firm manhood was expanding to an incredible
size with the onrushing tidal wave of a massive orgasm. My
clitoris fluttered unbearably as if to tell me we were to be
coming together in a mind boggling finale! My back arched
expectantly, my fingers digging into his hips behind me. I
wailed, a long, modulated shreik of passion.
And then, we were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild
abandon, I tremored like a tree in an earthquake. His warm semen
burst through my channel, the creamy fluid splattering my inner
walls, washing over his cock, which was now erupting with a
volcanic flow of steaming lava. I was sobbing, spinning, in a
thrilling roller coaster ride down pleasure's glowing corridor.
We fluttered back to earth, collapsing in gratification. His
fingers stroked the small of my back as he whispered, "You're
beautiful, you know."
"Thank you," I responded softly, turning to him. "So are
you." I stroked his cock, now soft and pliable, glistening
beneath the moonlight that filtered through the transparent
We showered in the orange glow of the bathroom's dim
lighting. I was on my knees, pleasuring him with my lips until
his magnificent manhood was curving up like a Turkish sceptre.
Pulling me to my feet, he forced my back to the red-tiled
wall, pushing my legs apart. I struggled half-heartedly, even now
afraid of his length and breadth, as the water pounded my face.
Turning my head away from the shower's storm as he entered me, I
shut my eyes, whimpering. My hands pressed against the shower
walls in helpless abandon. Steam was rolling around the warm air
of the shower like ocean spray in a Florida hurricane. As I
thrashed beneath him, I banged my head against the shower door,
causing its glass to shudder. My cuntal muscles were in spasm
from his godawful size!
I loved him but feared him. "GOD!" I screamed as Jack's
weapon slithered mercilessly through my depths, "Drive it INTO
me, Jack! Your cock is KILLING me! FUCK me, Jack! Oh, GOD! You're
splitting me APART!" I wrapped my legs around his hips, fucking
back against him. He pressed my back to the floor as I cried out
in passion. In the steam, his face was now unrecognizable, as if
I were being fucked by an unknown lover in a warm fog.
Our desire went into overdrive. I was a galactic surfer,
pleasure wave, washing across a cosmic sea to
a splendored shore. Logic and will had now abandoned me amid a
firestorm on a planet in a timeless universe. My clitoris
shuddered. The planet's core was about to erupt.
And then! The glowing stars exploded in supernova. I was
slipping through a long, shuddering tunnel in pleasurable
darkness as I came, then came again, and again, and OH GOD,
AGAIN, my mind shattering into gratified fragments.
Finally, at 4 a.m., I lay sleeping, a leg over his, an arm
over his chest, until a movement stirred me. He slumbered. I
stared down at his awesome cock. I worshiped it with my lips and
tongue, then slept again, awakening with the morning sun rippling
through the windows. Jack was gone.
But Bill lay alongside me. Grinning.
Jack visited three times a week until Bill's project was
completed. I gave myself eagerly. Finally, two nights before we
were to return to Florida, I told Jack about my husband's
penchant for "watching."
On our last night, the day before Thanksgiving, Jack, Bill,
and I drank white wine as we watched a video in the family room.
Jack sat alongside me on the floor, our backs against the couch,
while Bill sat in a chair across the room.
Jack pulled me to him. We removed the other's clothing. I
owering my hips as his long cock submarined
through my molten channel. Moaning, I was impaled on his staff.
Electric thrills throbbed through my legs; Jack's smooth skin
brushed the insides of my thighs as he fucked me.
Bill hovered above me, his arms braced on the couch. I
unzipped his fly, pulling out his manhood. My tremoring lips
glistened along Bill's length as Jack thrust his splendid tool
gh my steaming walls.
I was thankful as the two men fucked me. Thankful, because I
love Bill. I also love adultery. Thankful, because I don't have
to choose between the two. Thankful that my depths had never been
so filled.
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