We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. nn— Sam Keennn*nnWe both had been gasping to fill our lungs barely an hour before, our sweat drenched bodies slick with lust, minds and hearts as one, collapsed into ourselves. Now I stirred to find her removing my shoes and trousers. I feebly tried to wave her off, but she only smiled and continued her ministrations. Soon I was naked and washed clean, wiped down with an astringent from scalp to sole. She too was nude. She seem more comfortable without clothing than with it. I slid my body to the wall of the berth and stretched feeling for all the world like a great, tawny cat.nn"Who are you?" I asked.nn"Does it matter?" she replied. "Would you have behaved differently if you knew? Does your ignorance change anything now?"nn"But I have never." she put her finger on my lips.nn"We still have more things to do before we are finished."nnShe rolled over to put her face over my middle.nnLooking down at her upturned little face I was reminded of a baby bird sitting in a nest of spun gold for her mouth was open wide to take in the head of my cock and her hair spread like a halo. I could never remember my manhood ever being so large before, yet there I was, like another short veined leg ending in that wide, proud, throbbing mass of flesh.

Evil sometimes wears a pleasant face I have found. nnI strolled across the smoking car to the bar where the woman behind the bar smiled at me, her gold incisor gleaming from her mahogany face. She could have been any age, I suppose, from thirty to seventy. I'd seen her before, but not on every turn. She was polishing immaculately clear heavy tumblers, each with the etched RR symbol and the flutes at the bottom. nn"Your usual smoke, Mr. Richard?" nn"That would be very nice, Francine, thank you." Without waiting for me to reach the polished maple of the surface, she placed the humidor down and flipped back the lid. I smiled back and liberated three of Havana's best tobacco, long, dark, and deliciously aromatic, from their moist protective prison and inserted two of them into my stiff leather case, igniting the third from the match Francine that was holding.nnSometimes I amused my self by pretending that different members of the crew had developed deeper personal relationships than apparent, but seldom was the case. Francine and George were the exception that proved the rule. They had been married and divorced to each other three times.nnPropping my elbow on the bar and leaning back, sipped the sweet heady drink and turned to survey the car. The smoke was layered through the car and the scent of cigars mixed with stale beer oozed from the hard wood walls and the stamped tin ceilings. I dipped the tip of my cigar into my drink and drew another mouthful of the thick richness in, to allow it to flow out through my nose. nnThere were the usual and expected; salesmen, stockmen, a couple of military officers, a man of leisure. My curiosity became piqued when I noticed what I assumed from their complexion were two Indians. These were not turban wearing Sykes but neither were they Cherokee, Lakota, Navaho or any other native nation. While seeing Indians in the smoking car was a first, seeing them dressed in formal European attire was so unusual I caught myself staring and jerked my eyes away, but not before one noticed.

First, let me say, that I am married to one of the most beautiful little blonde, blue-eyed women in the world. My Aimee is 24 years old, she weighs 100 lbs, soaking wet and stands just a little over 5 foot tall. Married several years now we are still very much in love, ours is that easygoing affectionate kind of love that makes a marriage endure. nnEven yet, although time has passed, I still cannot believe what Aimee did to give me the biggest erotic thrill of my life. Well, anyway, this is what happened. nnBack several months ago my wife Aimee and I met a group of couples at a Northern California Beach Seaside Resort. Although hesitant and somewhat suspicious, when they invited us to a party that evening we decided to attend. nnTo our bewilderment and amazement, as the evening wore on more couples arrived. Then starting at 10:00PM the purpose of the party became clear. All the women voluntarily put their names in a little box. One of the husbands then drew two names from the box. Then to our utter surprise, the two very feminine women who had been chosen were taken into a large Bedroom, where several mattresses had been spread about the floor. Now curious, naturally Aimee and I followed along. nnWithin moments, we were witness to a wild battle between the two wives as they immediate grabbed each other by the hair, and though both the Brunette and the Black haired wife did not seem to be mad at each other at all, a wild hair-pulling struggle ensued. nnThe battle lasted almost 10 minutes until at the end; the Brunette was kneeling astride the weaker black haired woman, pulling the other woman's hair until she agreed to be in submission. The fem fight ended in tears, with the Brunette finally letting the little black haired woman up.nnWhen they invited us back; Aimee knowing I enjoyed watching them, admitted she also enjoyed watching. Therefore, we continued blissfully to attend the weekly female tussles with the other Couples. Because all the women were larger and stronger than my petite little wife was, we felt that Aimee would never be challenged to engage in a fun tussle with any of the women. nnSince Aimee was so much smaller than the other women, they sort of adopted her as a mascot, and would always tease her, by asking when she was going to indulge in a hair-pulling tussle with one of them.

Several weeks had passed, since Aimee had lost to the little Phillipena housewife, Lettie. However, since our night with the other Couples, I had only fallen deeper in love with my little blonde haired wife. Sensing my heart-felt affection deepening, her beautiful blue eyes so often now looked into mine with deep affection. nnAimee had made my secret forbidden fetish come completely true. Several weeks ago, at the urging of the Erotic Group, Aimee had participated in a 'female confrontation' with Lettie, a little Phillipena wife who was new to the same Erotic Group that we had joined earlier. nnSince that fateful evening, I realized what a Treasure my Aimee was, and found myself delighting in showering her with little gifts, to show my love and affection for her.nnAimee returned my affection wholeheartedly, often wavering between being amused and making passionate love to me in return. Our 'intimate times' were good, the sex so rich and unbelievably exhilarating. We often talked of how lucky we were. Like a grateful little puppy dog, when I tried to thank her once again for the 'special erotic gift' she had given me, Aimee had made light of my trying to thank her again by passing it off with a silly comment, "It's no big deal, Honey! All I did was get down on the floor, with my husband and everybody else watching; and slap and pull hair with that little Phillipena Bitch, Lettie. "She laughed. "Hey, "she teased, "Maybe I should apologize to you, since I ended up, the wife on the bottom. "She laughed, "nnAfter making passionate love one evening until we were exhausted, we lay basking in the 'afterglow' that comes after sharing a mind-blowing climax with someone you care about deeply. nn"Gee," Aimee teased me, "If I had known my little melee with Lettie would improve our sex life this much; I would have done it sooner," she giggled. nnThough Aimee had fucked me 'till I was exhausted, I felt my flaccid member come to life as I felt a slight stirring after her light-hearted comment. nn"Aimee, darling, I just want you to know, Baby Girl, that nothing could compare to the excitement I felt watching you and her down there on the mattress' wrestling each other. Lettie was just a perfect size for you. Whew, it's starting to make me hard again, just even thinking about it," I laughed.nn"The only thing that might have been more exciting would be to see you and her have a secluded private fem fight completely nude wearing no panties," I said as I grinned mischievously.