OPEN MARRIAGE
"Visit Now the Fire"
By ELLEN
People who move to Florida learn to expect visitors from
the north. Early this summer, friends whom Bill and I had
known in Long Island visited us for 3 days. Darryl and Rita
are the only couple to whom we confided that Bill and I have
an "open marriage."
With them was their beautifully blond son, Brad, who at
6'4" is an inch taller than Bill. Talented academically and
athletically, Brad was awarded a two-year community-college
basketball scholarship to begin this fall. I learned later he
was a rare breed of another type - an 18 year old virgin.
The day before they were to drive on to Key West on the
narrow, 120-mile-long highway above the Atlantic, we boated,
waterskiied, and swam in our lake. After a late evening
backyard picnic, Darryl and Rita were exhausted, trudging off
to bed at 10 p.m.
Brad joined Bill and me for our nightly 2-mile jog
through the neighborhood. At the outer edge of a street
lamp's yellow glow a few blocks away, Brad told me my elastic
headband was tearing and about to break; we stopped as I
removed it. Bill didn't notice we'd dropped back until he was
a block away and waited for us to catch up.
Brad re-tied the elastic strands. As he replaced it, he
accidentally brushed my cut-off tee shirt, feeling the
softness of my breasts. His face reddened beneath the glare
of the street lamp as he apologized, "Sorry, Ellen," as he
stretched the band around my hair.
As his fingers brushed my ears longer than necessary,
arted across my bare midriff.
I smiled appreciatively, biting my lower lip as I
realized how handsome Brad was. He looked like the type of
young man that every 12 year old boy would want to emulate,
the perfect basketball star for a movie studio's central
casting.
We caught up with Bill, Brad running a little behind me,
and me behind Bill.
When we returned to the house, I noticed that Brad's
manhood had swelled, curving up beneath his running shorts;
His member seemed extraordinarily long, but I assumed this to
be an illusion of the loose folds of the shorts. I think Brad
saw me glance down at his hardness as I was saying good
We went upstairs. As I walked from the shower behind
Bill to our bedroom, I noticed Brad had left the door to his
room open; Darryl and Rita were in the downstairs bedroom;
Brad's room was next to ours.
In bed, I whispered what I'd observed to Bill.
He smiled, telling me he'd noticed Brad had a semi-
erection that afternoon while watching me waterski or walk
around in my string bikini. Bill added, "And I'm sure you're
right about his length. I even think Tom's nine inches might
be dwarfed by Darryl's and Rita's son. I'd assumed the reason
Brad was running behind us was to admire your figure."
Bill's a "watcher" who enjoys watching me engaging in
other men or telling him about the occasional
dates I have with Bill's permission. Although this had been
Bill's idea at first, I now adore this arrangement. I
sometimes feel a bit guilty when I consider that Bill hasn't
once been with another woman since our marriage.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Bill rose from bed
quietly and opened our bedroom door. He returned to bed,
dialed our own phone number, clicked the receiver-button down
and waited for the telephone to ring. Of course, all one
receives when doing this is a telephone company recording
telling the caller that he's dialed his own number.
Bill "answered" into the receiver, then murmured a few
business-like remarks, concluding with, "Sure, I can come
down to the warehouse." Hanging up, he explained with a wink,
"My employees found some inventory problems. The comptroller
says I should be at warehouse-supply while they finish up.
I'll call you on our bedroom line before I come home at 7
tomorrow morning to make sure I don't wake everyone else."
Bill was perfect. Brad heard every word.
Bill drove a block away, parked the car, quietly re-
entered the house through the back door, and climbed the
stairs with the grace of a cat to our room. Whispering his
plan, he positioned himself behind the door to our walk-in
closet.
As he suggested, I let my nightgown puddle onto the
pulled my transparent white negligee over my nudity
and walked slowly past Brad's open door to the bath. I
brushed my teeth, clanked around a few bottles to make sure
Brad heard, then walked back down the hallway.
When I was in front of Brad's door, I turned casually to
the window, my back to Brad, to look out over the lake beyond
our large oak tree. I glimpsed the window's glass reflection
of Brad sitting up, watching me from his bed, and hoped he
would find some reason to join me in the hallway.
I waited less than a minute. Brad would later tell me
that he was burning with passion as lay naked on his bed,
staring through his door, his long, erect manhood pushing his
sheets a foot toward the ceiling.
I untied the ribbons at the neck of my transparent
negligee, allowing it to fall open. The warm wind shuddered
the leaves of the old oak tree beyond the window. I heard
Brad's bed squeak, then a shuffle.
He padded into the moonlit hallway, a large, bright red
towel wrapped around his hips. Pretending he didn't know I'd
been standing there, he apologized, "Oh, sorry, Ellen. I was
just going to the bath." His engorged member was curving
upward, pushing the crimson towel out an unbelieveable
length, straight toward me!
I turned, nervously, revealing my frontal nudity through
n sheerness of the negligee.
Brad stared down, whispering as his eyes surveyed my
body, "What time is it?" His sexual tension was palpable.
I whispered softly, "11:30. Beautiful view of the water
from here isn't it?" My throat pulsated; I gulped, staring at
the form of his large penis protruding beneath the towel.
"Yes, everything's beautiful here."
We whispered small talk, each pretending not to notice
the other's nudity, yet fearfully aware of the other's
forbidden excitation. I placed my hand on his warm, muscular
shoulder as we looked out the window. Finally, his arm
slithered softly around my waist, beneath my negligee. I
exhaled, gasping at the electricity as his warm nakedness
touched mine.
And there we stood, talking in low voices about the
moonlit scene, each knowing we shouldn't while pretending we
weren't. Tremors rippled through our bodies. I stretched my
arms along my side. I yawned, my fingers brushing his towel-
covered manhood. The towel bounced wildly! Until then, I'd
tried to convince myself that his apparent size was an
illusion. Now I gasped in fear!
I murmured, my voice quaking, "Sweet dreams, Brad. I'm
going to bed." My throat was choked with desire. I kissed
him, motherly-like, on a cheek, my bared breast brushing the
smoothness of his shoulder. I was breathless as I walked
bedroom, my knees trembling.
He entered the bath, ran a couple of minutes of water,
and padded softly back toward his room. He could see me
laying on my side, nude, at the hallway's end through my open
door.
Brad lingered in the hall until deciding I was asleep.
He walked to my door. Removing the flame-red towel, he
draped it over a shoulder. He swallowed nervously as he
surveyed my curves. His chest was heaving with fear of being
caught and boyish excitement. His incredible hardness curved
upward, bobbing in excitation. I'm sure he felt cleverly
successful, sneaking this sight of my nudity as he leaned
against the door.
I don't often think about my looks, but I'm aware that
my face and body are what others consider beautiful. I
realized the effect this was having on this incredibly naive
boy. Shuddering, I gazed through half-closed eyelids at his
wide shoulders and the lengthy cock curving up from his thick
patch of blond hair. As if tossing in my sleep, I stretched
out my right leg, pushing my left knee toward him. I bent my
left arm along my side to allow him the full view of my
breasts and shaved mound.
His jaw sagged. His eyes widened. He gazed upon my body
shadowed in stripes by the moonlight spilling through the
venetian blinds. His cock twitched. He pressed his hands
the doorjam as if he were about to faint.
I rolled to my back and whispered, my voice shaking,
"Come IN, Brad."
He was flustered at being discovered until realizing
that my own passions throbbed with the erotic intensity of
his own. He walked in softly, closing and locking the door.
He sat alongside me, asking, "You don't mind?"
Did I MIND! ME? In the unquenchable flames of throbbing
passion? Oh, sure, I did. My body was beyond control, hell's
fire coursing through my veins. I remembered a fleeting
memory of my grandmother telling me when I was a young girl,
how our family's gray-eyed ancestors were once believed to be
witches; I knew that I could never be a witch; witches
purportedly could control the supernatural. I couldn't even
control my exploding desire!
My full lips quivered as I looked upon the largest cock
I'd ever seen, curving up like a Turkish sceptre from Brad's
absolutely perfect body. How could a woman MIND if offered
the opportunity to worship at the serpentine alter of this
perfect temple for adultery, the greatest of all pleasures!
Radiating with passion, I moaned, reaching for the
magnificent instrument bobbing before me.
My fingers didn't meet as my hand curved around its
rubbery thickness. My face burned madly as I gazed upon the
incredible manhood I was squeezing.
body was now ablaze! I was wide-eyed in fear and
passion. With trembling hands, I stroked his monstrous
hardness. My quivering lips parted as he leaned to kiss me.
He murmured, a tremor in his tight voice, "I've never
been with a woman, and you're so beautiful," as if
apologizing for his shaking, as evident as my own white-hot
passion.
I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. I was
unable to see my husband, but I knew he would now be feeling
my own mad desire, pumping his hardened cock in the closet's
darkness.
I closed my eyes, relishing Brad'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 gasped as his slippery
tongue twisted and winded its way to my shaved mound.
Thrusting my hips to his face, I grinded my softness
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. Tears of joy streaked along my cheeks.
Clasping my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels into his
back as fiery explosions blossomed within.
I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my
breasts. He braced his arms against the headboard above me.
his rubbery monster in my mouth. My head bobbed
as my tongue glided along its length. Now, beyond lust, I was
WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock thrusting down my
throat.
His hips hammered his instrument into my mouth until my
passion was unbearable. The bulging veins throbbed against
the walls of my mouth.
My voice muffled by his broad sword, I pleaded, "Mphhh!
Please, Brad, I WANT you!" He pressed my back into the
rustling warm folds of soft sheets. My full breasts rippled
beneath his touch.
Red coals of passion smoldered in my vagina. My hips
gyrated expectantly. My long legs now opened, eagerly
inviting the curving cock that was floating toward the lips
of my vagina. But realizing the length and breadth of his
manhood, I was whimpering with fright as it slowly invaded my
cuntal folds.
I cried! He was splitting me apart!
Shocks rippled through my groin as he pressed on, my
vaginal walls expanding incredibly. Yet I'd rather have died
than have him stop now; I was loving every inch of this
massive locomotive slowly puffing into my smoking tunnel.
Brad was clearly aware of the difficulty, although I
sobbed as much in pleasure as pain. Finally, he was as far
into my gushing depths as he could push. His manhood was
throbbing as he moved with me, ever slowly until I wailed.
was riding me with a fury!
I whimpered, "It so WONDERFUL!" My cunt was now burning
in our forbidden fires, my pain disappearing, supplanted by
pleasure. My long legs, toned by months of running and
swimming, enveloped his smooth torso as my cunt rose to meet
his steaming thrusts. My depths had never been so filled!
Tears streaked across my cheeks like rivulets of rain on the
windshield of a speeding car. My ankles locked around his
strong back. My blinding passion mounted ever higher.
In the stunning thrills of fucking Brad, 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 Brad's
magnificent weapon invading my quivering cunt. Bill was
transfixed by the awesome display of erotic abandon. Logic
and will abandoned me; I was far too lost in this passionate
hurricane to acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I
normally would while he pumped his engorged cock.
Brad's eyes rolled as he plunged into my poised cunt. I
opened my mouth widely as if this could expand my channel
further to accept his final inches.
As Bill stared, his jaw sagged. He was pumping his full
length furiously as Brad and I pulsated with an inner
radiance toward an impending explosion. My husband's eyes
told me that his mind and Brad's were now one.
rad's flames were now united with mine into a blazing
inferno. Our eyes were glazed. We shuddered with each quaking
thrust.
The awesome orgasm was rushing toward us like an
avalanche!
Sobbing, I mewed, "Oh! FUCK me! Brad! FUCK me! FUCK ME-
E-E-E!" My will was immersed beneath raging tides, coursing
through my body. I screamed,"Oh, god HELP me, Brad! I LOVE
you, Brad! I LOVE YOU!" I loved him, loved in adultery.
Uniting in flesh that which was now in our minds and souls.
The onrushing orgasm gathered force like a runaway tornado. I
pulled him tighter with my legs, lurching my hips against
his. He rammed his tool to the hilt, crushing my clitoris
against the base. I screamed, "Oh JESUS! I FEEL it! You're in
so FAR! I WANT you blasting within me!"
And then, oh GOD, it HAPPENED! In a blinding flash, we
were coming in thunderous waves, bursting in a super-nova of
pleasure. I went wild with joy. His warm fluids burst within
me.
My mind was exploding in fiery fragments that spider-
legged like a million falling stars across the evening skies.
Brad lay across my breasts in the blissful after-glow of
our adultery, our arms entertwined for an eternity of a
half-minute until I remembered Bill.
Bill had returned to the closet and closed the door.
Because of my now unquenchable desire, my husband would have
ain there until morning. Brad was mine - ALONE! - for
that incredible night.
Brad turned me to my knees, my hands braced on our
headboard. His massive member was entering my vagina from the
rear.
I turned to stare, awed by his long cock. Watching the
instument pushing deeply into my excitedly-lubricated cunt, I
spread my knees ever wider, as the breadth of his penis
filled me. I sobbed in pleasure, my hand tremoring as I
caressed his length behind me.
He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with
pleasure, "I LOVE you, Brad! I LOVE you!" And then he was
riding me wildly! I was screaming like a helpless victim on a
runaway roller coaster, the yolks of my eyes rolling.
I sucked in my breath at the stunning sensations. As he
fucked into my depths, I stared back, my lips wide with
wonder. I couldn't tear my vision from the magnificent cock
that was skewering me! We shared a sigh.
His manhood was growing even greater, expanding in the
oncoming orgasm like gas in an overfilled baloon. I gasped!
My clitoris fluttered as if to tell me we were to be coming
together in a mind shattering finale! My back arched
expectantly as my long nails dug into his hips behind me. I
could feel every throbbing inch as he plunged through my
madly enflamed walls.
And then! We were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild
abandon, I shuddered amid the earthquaking climax. His warm
semen burst through my channel, the creamy fluid splattering
my inner walls, washing over his cock, erupting like a
volcano with no end to its molton flow of lava. A starburst
of pleasure exploded within my body.
He didn't stop there, nor did I want him to! Brad fucked
me voraciously for hours in every imaginable position,
becoming the first man to outlast my stamina. Until that
night, I'd thought that I was insatiable.
Finally, in the pre-dawn, I collapsed in complete
gratification.
Brad sneaked back into his room. He was still asleep
when Darryl and Rita awakened at 10 a.m.
And yet, the greatest surprise of their visit came just
after breakfast. Rita and I had walked out to the boathouse
for a conversation before they packed to leave. She smiled,
"Thank you for what you did for Brad last night."
I was shocked, unable to respond until Rita placed a
gentle hand on my arm, and added, "No, I mean it. Brad has
been completely engrossed in clubs, basketball, and school
for the past 4 years. He was an almost perfect child, but
Darryl and I were worried that he might be impotent, or even
gay. We were hoping, since you and Bill lead this open-
marriage type life, that this would happen; we'd talked about
ks before our visit. Darryl and I went up to Brad's
room about midnight, saw that he wasn't there, and then heard
Brad's moaning from your bedroom."
She smiled softly. "I have to admit that Darryl was
leaning against the door for perhaps fifteen or twenty
minutes. We heard you say to Brad that Bill was at the plant
until morning." She sighed, wistfully, remembering the
moment like it was her own. "We were absolutely thrilled and
became ... well, very excited from all the passion pouring
out of that room. We went back to our bedroom, absolutely
floating on air, and fucked the night away!"
Her eyes glinted with sexual excitement as she leaned
forward and kissed me, full on the lips, saying, "So, I
really mean it! THANK YOU!" As an afterthought, she added,
"And I'll be sure to let Brad visit you alone during any
school break ... if you WANT him. I won't tell him I know."
She knew I wanted him. She KNEW I could still feel his
throbbing manhood deep inside me!
I laughed, uncontrollably, hugging Rita, feeling closer
than I'd ever felt to her before. "I would absolutely love
it, Rita! Just as I love you!"
And I do love her. She has phoned to thank me on three
occasions since; the only time she didn't mention this
incident as I've described it was the one time her son was
.
Believing his parents don't know, Brad insists on
visiting us at the end of the fall quarter because he "loves
waterskiing in Florida." And, of course, he has his parents'
enthusiastic approval. Rita says that she and Darryl often
fantasize about Brad and me while they're in the privacy of
their bedroom.
The exquisite sin of adultery, you know, has after-
shocks, affecting many lives other than just those who commit
it. For Bill and me, and for those who have touched our
lives, the results have been immeasurably gratifying.