In the weeks following Jennifer's move, there were periods of adjustment to compensate for changes in schedules, therapy appointments, school and work.nnThe days were the worst for me. Jennifer and Mom would be at work, and I'd start dinner about four so it would be ready when they got home. A quick meal and Jennifer and I would have to leave for school. When we got home, we were so tired, the sex was less than spectacular. Actually, it almost got non-existent at times. It finally got to Jennifer. We were on our way home from school when she fell asleep at the wheel. nnFortunately, we missed a power pole and wound up in some thick bushes. nn"That's it," she said. "We have to do something or we'll be killed."nnWe sat down and discussed it with Mom later and Mom told her she had to make a choice. Either cut back on her hours at the hospital or reduce her school work load. nn"I can't do anything about school," she said, "If I do, Danni won't have a way to get back and forth. I've only got eight more blocks to go and I don't want to lose out on any opportunities. The sooner I get my degree, the sooner I can make some decent money, and the sooner I can take care of Danni."nn"Take a look at your finances," Mom said. "If you can make it on less hours at the hospital, talk to your human resources department. I'm sure they'll work with you. Don't worry about taking care of Danni until you get squared away.

A while ago, I told you all about the night that Chris fucked my wife Rhonda, and how I got to eat her pussy after he was done using it. Let me tell you, the experience changed my life! For the last six months, I have had a constant low grade erection because my memories of that night are still so vivid. Every time I see my wife I think about the look on her face as she was being drilled from behind by Chris and how I felt when I saw the pleasure and appreciation on her face. nnIt turns out that she really likes being fucked by two men at the same time. For me, it's palpable - I can literally smell and taste her pussy when I remember my tongue on her hole as his cock was filling her with his seed and I saw his balls pushed all the way up against her pussy, inches from my face. I remember how happy I was as I licked her and swallowed her pussy juice mixed with his load of sperm, how incredibly hard my cock was. The smell and the consistency of her freshly fucked hole was almost too much to handle. It was pure sex, pure pleasure. The visual treat of me being able to watch a man pump her and please her was also incredibly powerful for me. I also enjoyed watching her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. It was like watching a porn flick, only way better. nnRhonda was always so worried that if she ever agreed to fuck another man, somehow it would ruin our marriage. I told her for years that it would never ruin anything - instead, it would open up a whole new world of pleasure for both of us. She would get to enjoy being used by any man she desired while I watched and sometimes helped (as long as I knew about it up front), and I would get to clean her pussy after men filled her. nnThere is something so incredibly powerful about being a man who allows other men to fuck his wife. It makes you feel powerful, generous, naughty, excited, exhilarated, scared, trusting, loving and hot, somehow all at once. It's the idea of knowing how hot your wife is, knowing how every man at the bar would love to fuck her, and then being able to give her a variety of cock. Now, we'll be married for 100 years. I get pleasure from watching her get fucked.

I call my first gay lover "Cowboy." I don't remember his true name, or even if I ever knew it. To me, he's Cowboy because he was a tall, lanky man who seemed as if, were he not seated beside me on a towel spread over his couch, he belonged in boots, chaps, jeans, a flannel shirt, a neckerchief, and, of course, a Stetson. He was ruggedly good-looking, tan, and weathered, with white teeth, brown hair, and blue eyes. I imagine he might have been as good with a six-gun as he was with a lasso. He wanted me to suck his cock.nnHe had as beautiful a prick as one might expect a cowboy to have. It was seven inches, thick, and, like the rest of him, ass as well as chest and legs, tanned by long hours of bathing nude in the sun, probably on his balcony but maybe at the local nude beach as well.nnHe'd had a lover who'd performed oral sex on him on a regular basis, once a week, until, after several years, he'd moved away. Cowboy was looking for a replacement; I was auditioning for the part, although I hadn't known it at the time.nnWe were watching a porn video--heterosexual, not gay. I knew, even then, that I preferred men to women (so much so that I couldn't imagine why any man would choose a woman over another man for his mate, partner, or companion), but watching the naked ladies suck cock and take pricks up their asses (and cunts) was still mildly exciting, especially when I concentrated on the erect penises, imagining that I had switched places with the women who sucked and fucked these thick, hard organs.nnWhile we were watching one of the men fuck a woman in the ass, Cowboy regarded me from the corner of his eye. "I wouldn't want anyone doing that to me," he announced. I wondered whether he was letting me know that he was a top instead of a bottom or whether he was suggesting that he thought anal intercourse was repulsive or whether he was encouraging me to divulge whether I would want anyone (namely, him) to fuck me in the ass. Uncertain of his intention, I kept mum.nnHe spied the erection jutting stiffly from my groin. "It looks like you're ready," he announced.nnThis was my first time, so I felt shy. I nodded, mute and absurd, as he took my cock in his fist and began to masturbate me.

The following story contains some of my favorite kinky things: cream pie eating, feet and toe licking and sucking and gratuitous dirty talk. I have attempted to employ stereotypical language by my female character. It's hard enough to write correctly, having a person speak incorrectly was a challenge. nn*nn"To twenty wonderful years of marriage to the most lovely and sexy wife a man could ever hope for," Larry toasted as he looked at his bride's warm face and inviting smile. Liza blushed and smiled at her husband and with a chuckle in her voice she replied, "Larry's it's not our anniversary, it's your fucking birthday."nnLarry lowered his head, a little dejected at turning fifty even thought the years had been good to him. His health was excellent, he wasn't over weight and he didn't even look forty. But, the calendar told him differently and the idea of being fifty was just a little scary. After all sixty was only ten years away and retirement, social security, and medicare. How did all those years pass so quickly?nn"Hey, your still my fuck stud, aren't you?" Liza teasingly asked, knowing how much Larry liked to hear her talk dirty.nn"You bet I am, slut, and I plan on showing you tonight," Larry cajoled back. "As a matter of fact I am going to have you sucking my cock on the way home." Larry added with a dirty smirk.nnLiza just smiled that his plan for the evening was about to be changed; it was all she could do not to start laughing. Just then Larry's cell phone rang, it was his boss Bill Bright. Liza watched Larry's countenance fall as his boss told him he needed him at the office tonight to handle an important overseas conference call. Liza smiled at the first step in Larry's birthday surprise, a surprise hatched and planed by both her and his boss.nn"What's wrong, Honey?