("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Change Partners by Robin's Lover (address withheld) *** My wife Beth and I lose interest in our marriage and decide to explore new passion with old lovers who have re-entered our lives. But I find it hard to separate myself completely from her even as we form two new couples. And we discover new erotic highs even at the end of our marriage. (MF-couples, nc, oral, swing, rom) *** After almost twenty years, the fire of passion had gone out of my marriage. I was still fond of Beth and smitten at times with her beauty. She was a lovely brunette with lean, classic lines and perfect tits and legs. But we drifted apart. When one of us would try to rekindle the flames, the other would be too busy with our two kids or work or something. Our sex life became routine, almost perfunctory. It was a classic mid-life crisis. I started to wonder what my life would have been like had I married someone else. The someone I thought about was Robin, an old flame. She was also a brunette, but built very differently than my wife – several inches shorter with a much rounder behind and heavier thighs. We had dated briefly in college when I was still single. It was a time when Beth had told me she wanted to see other people. I remembered Robin's incredibly smooth skin and the sensation of her moist, sweet lips when we kissed. She had small breasts with large, dark nipples that became thick and erect when I licked them. But I was still in love with Beth and I jumped at the chance to go back to her. She had slept with several other men but none of them made her feel like she did when she was with me. I was happy and in love. When she had told me she still loved me and wanted to be with me, I decided to buy her a present to celebrate. We went into a jewelry store and I picked out a pretty silver watch for her. As she tried it on and admired it, I told her how much I looked forward to seeing her wearing it and nothing else. That night she had fulfilled my wish. My back and ass bore little scratch marks from the watchband the next morning. From then on, when we made love I always insisted she wear a wristwatch I had given her, either that one or another. In recent years I had bought her a couple of new watches just to add some juice to our lovemaking. It worked for a while, but it takes more than a little fetish to keep a marriage going. Over the years, Robin and I had remained good friends, something that did not please Beth. Maybe it was because Robin was still single. She had gone on to other lovers, of course, but for one reason or another she had never settled down with any of them. When Robin moved back to our area last year, then, the pieces were in place for trouble. She and I would meet for lunch at some cozy restaurant. She still looked great, the way that few women past forty do. I loved the way she dyed her hair with blonde highlights. Exercise kept her waist thin. Her eyes looked at me with complete interest, as a woman does when she's infatuated with a guy. Cautious at first, I began to flirt more openly with her, and I was thrilled when she responded by telling me how much more my compliments meant to her than those she received from other men. Our goodbye kisses progressed from a peck on the cheek to lip contact to the taste of each other's tongues. Soon I could not get her out of my mind. I became aware, too, that Beth had been stirring the embers of an old romance. She had been in contact from time to time with Jeff, her high-school steady who had claimed her virginity when she was seventeen. By an odd coincidence, he had moved to our area about the same time Robin did. Unlike her, he was married and had kids. I guess he had the mid-life itch, too. He would call Beth at her office downtown – both of them work for large banks – and they would meet for lunch or drinks after work. At first she would tell me they were having lunch together, I think to make me jealous and possessive so I would wage a gallant battle for her affections as I had done back in college. When I didn't respond as expected, she became more secretive about it. I would ask her about him and she would casually mention that she'd had lunch with him the day before. I began to treat my lunches with Robin the same way. One evening when I was being inquisitive, she snapped. Maybe I had asked once too often. Or maybe something more than lunch had just happened. Whatever it was, she told me with anger in her voice that it was none of my business who she ate with. "I don't care who you share your lunch with, Beth," I responded, my own anger welling up. "I care who you sleep with." "What are you suggesting?" she shot back. "I'm wondering whether your meetings have progressed to hotel rooms." "You think I'm fucking Jeff?" Her use of the crude verb took me aback. "Are you?" "No." I relaxed – too soon. "Things haven't gone that far, Andy. But I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't thought about it. I am drawn to him, very strongly. He really cares about me. I'm not sure you do, anymore." I measured my words carefully. "I care for you, honey. Very much. You know that. I've been a faithful hus...." She cut me off. "Oh, really? Then what about your ‘little bird'?" "I haven't slept with Robin." "But you want to." I've never been able to lie to my wife without her seeing through me. There was no point in trying. I took a deep breath and averted my eyes from her gaze. "Yes, I want to." "So we've reached the same point, haven't we? We would each rather be with someone else. What do you recommend we do?" I didn't know, and I said so. I had been wrestling with the possibility of moving out and making a new life with Robin. I was crazy about her. And now it seemed Beth had been considering doing the same thing with Jeff. What was most confusing to me was that, even though this seemed a simple problem to solve if we each acted on our impulses, I was still jealous at the thought of my wife with another man. *** We talked it out for several days and decided it was best for the four of us to deal openly with the situation. Beth and I developed a plan, and we agreed to discuss it together with Robin and Jeff over dinner. I called Robin to explain the basic outline and she seemed delighted at the possibility that we could actually be together. Beth told me Jeff was also eager to move ahead. The four of us gathered at a restaurant where we would not be known. I briefly summed up where we stood in our relationships. "I've fallen in love with Robin," I concluded, taking her hand in mine, "and Beth is in love again with Jeff. So it's time to find out whether our marriage is over and we should make new lives with our new loves." Beth took it from there. "We need to explore the possibilities in a safe setting far from here. Andy and I think we should book rooms in a resort in Bermuda for three or four days. Three rooms." "Why three?" Jeff asked. "It sounds like we all agree there are two couples." "Yes, probably," I answered. "But we want to be sure and not rush things. The night we arrive, Beth and I will share a room and each of you will have your own. We'll use that night as a kind of final test." Robin and Jeff looked at me. This had been my idea; Beth had agreed reluctantly. "Assuming we're still OK with the...um...reshuffling, from then on I'll be with Robin and Beth will stay with Jeff." "And where will everyone sleep after night one?" Robin inquired, though she already knew the answer. "If you and I choose to sleep together, darling, in your room," I said with a smile. "Beth and Jeff will use his." Beth took Jeff's hand, leaned toward him, and kissed him deeply on the mouth. I went on, "The room Beth and I share on night one will be for either or both of us if we have second thoughts. I don't think that's likely, given the sexual tension I sense at this table." We all had a good laugh at that, and the atmosphere became more relaxed. Robin's hand stroked my thigh under the table; I had the sense Beth and Jeff were fondling each other the same way. Beth and I had agreed on one more detail that we didn't bother to share with the others. If either of us went to bed with our new lover, we would remove our wedding ring. It would be a simple, visual signal that our marriage was finished. *** Two weeks later we were on the flight for a long weekend in Bermuda. Beth and I had been there before for romantic getaways. It seemed strange to be going back for another romantic interlude, not with each other but our new flames. If, that is, we really ended up pairing off with them as planned. Somewhere inside me I still expected Beth to decide she still loved me more and wanted to stay together. I didn't know whether I felt that way because I wanted to be in the driver's seat, free to choose between these two beautiful, hot women (Beth was starting to seem sexier to me, now that I had seen her kissing Jeff) or because I wanted Beth back. On the flight down, Beth sat next to me, while Jeff and Robin sat separately. My wife and I said little to each other. Much as I wanted to know what she was thinking – to learn whether she had some doubt or hesitation – I could not find a good way to start the conversation. At one point my eyes fastened on her watch, a pretty Citizen gold-and-silver bracelet model I had given her for our previous anniversary. I wondered whether it would soon be leaving scratch marks on Jeff's back as it did on mine.... We landed, the four of us collected our bags, and we took a shuttle bus to the hotel. The four of us shared a dinner table in the hotel restaurant but exchanged few words. Although we earlier had spoken of dancing at the resort's disco, none of us seemed in the mood for that. We killed an hour in the casino, Robin and I hanging together by the slot machines, Beth and Jeff playing roulette. He had his hands on her every chance he got, and she reciprocated. We said goodnight at the elevator. I kissed Robin deeply, as Beth stared at us, and I whispered in Robin's ear, "One more night. Then we'll be together." "Don't have too much fun tonight, my love," she murmured in response, and gave me an extra squeeze. She got off the elevator on her floor. I turned back into the elevator and saw Jeff french-kissing my wife, his hand stroking her ass. I cleared my throat and they both blushed. Jeff's room and ours were on the same floor, at different ends. Beth whispered something to him that I could not hear as we parted. I saw him smiling broadly as he went the other way. *** As we had told Jeff and Robin two weeks earlier, Beth and I returned to our room to share a bed. Implicitly, it was understood that we would make love and decide afterwards whether to proceed with the new pairing on day two. It was an awkward situation and neither Beth nor I spoke much. We each tried to read for a while, then we turned on the TV. Finally Beth yawned and said she was getting sleepy. I turned off the set, reached over to embrace her, and kissed her. I left the light on, as I always did, so I could see her body in the midst of our passion. Even as we started to make love, though, I could sense the distance between us and her coolness. But as our hands began to roam across each other's body, our breathing became harder. I lifted her pajama tank top and caressed her tits until they stiffened. After a few minutes of this, I slid down her body, tugged her panties off, and began to tongue her pussy lips and clit. She tasted wonderful, as she always did. I moved my hands under her ass cheeks, gripped them firmly, and increased the speed of my pussy-lapping. Beth was becoming more aroused and writhed under my tongue. I knew she was enjoying it, whether she wanted to or not. To my surprise, she gently pushed me off her. "Just a second, dear," she said. "Let me put my diaphragm in." She slipped quickly into the bathroom. I was a little disappointed, wanting to bring her to orgasm orally first. She has her most intense climaxes that way, much more forceful than during intercourse. When she returned, she said, in a soft but determined voice, "Andy, I would like you to turn the light off tonight." I was caught off guard. Beth knew I enjoyed the visual aspect of sex. "Why?" "No reason, really. I prefer the dark tonight." Not wanting to spoil the moment for her, I shut off the lamp beside the bed. We resumed kissing, me on top, and within seconds Beth became far more passionate. Her tongue forced itself into my mouth, her teeth bit my lips hard enough to hurt, and her finger nails clawed my back and shoulders. The bracelet band of her watch scratched my back. I could feel moisture seeping from her pussy as her pelvis humped against me. Wordlessly, she spread her legs and guided my dick to the opening of her cunt. With one thrust I buried myself in her delicious womanhood, warm and slick and tight, and I heard her grunt at the abruptness of my penetration. It had been rare lately to find her so lubricated with her own juices when I entered her. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands clutched my buns. As I plunged in and out, she became louder in her moans. We hadn't made love with such enthusiasm in years. What had we done to rekindle the romance? Could we keep this up and sustain our marriage after we had pushed it to the brink of dissolution? "Ahhh, yes," Beth gasped. "More. Harder. Ugggh.... oooh.... like that, oh, like that, jjjjjeee... yes.... jjjjee.... aaahhhHHHHH!" Her cunt gripped my prick as she convulsed in a loud orgasm that made the bed shake. She held me tight to her breasts, bucking with the waves of passion, and twisted her face to kiss me, her tongue exploding into my mouth. I could feel her chest rise and fall with each hard breath. But after a minute, she suddenly turned her head away. Her hands relaxed their grip and merely rested upon me. And then it hit me. She had just fantasized herself making love to Jeff. In fact, she had almost uttered his name, the "j" sound I heard. Oddly, I was even more turned on by this. I imagined them together in bed, fucking like horny teenagers again, and pictured myself as Jeff banging my wife. It was incredibly arousing. I resumed my in-and-out thrusts. Beth barely touched me and even in the darkness I could tell her face was turned away from me. In less than three minutes, I came, too, in a remarkably intense climax. I collapsed atop my wife. I realized that she was not holding me, as she always had after lovemaking, even when our marriage had gotten shaky. It was dark, but I knew her arms were at her side and she was staring at the ceiling. After a polite interval, she gently nudged me off her and rolled on her side away from me. I slid behind her to snuggle her, only to feel her stiffen in response. "Please don't. I'm too hot," she said softly. I moved back to my side of the bed. "You were fantasizing about Jeff before, weren't you?" A long pause. "Yes." A few moments of silence. "And you were making love to Robin," she said. It sounded as though she was fighting back tears. "That's right," I lied. "Sleep tight." "You, too, darling," I replied. "You and Jeff will be together tomorrow, as planned, and I'll spend the day with Robin. It's what we both really want." I could hear her crying clearly now, in the dark. I drifted off to sleep. ** * I slept fitfully, with odd, erotic dreams. In one vivid one, Robin and I sat naked together on the end of the bed, watching Beth and Jeff make love in various positions. Robin provided play-by-play commentary. Jeff straddled Beth's chest as she pleasured him with her tongue. His dick was enormous, at least twelve inches. Robin said, "Boy, Jeff has a big cock. But look at her open wide for him." Now he was literally fucking her mouth. "She's deep-throating him, her nose is in the red hairs at the base of his dick. I couldn't do that. I can't believe she doesn't gag. Oh, look, he's cumming in her mouth. That's it, Beth, swallow his jism, every drop." The dream Beth sucked even harder at Robin's words. In reality, Beth detested the taste of semen and would never let me cum in her mouth. As Robin narrated in the dream, she played with my cock, keeping me rock hard but not letting me cum. My prick seemed tiny, fitting easily in her hand. "I'm going to do that to you, too, baby, as soon as they finish with the bed. Look at that, though, he came but he's still hard. We're not getting our turn yet. He's turning her over onto her knees. What's that? Look! He's putting his dick in her ass. Her first-ever anal sex. Look at her clutch that pillow! Listen to her grunting. Bet she won't be sitting happily on the plane home. Gotta admire her spirit, though – she'll do anything for her new man...." I wouldn't have to pay a psychiatrist to interpret that one. *** When I awoke the next morning, Beth was gone, along with her suitcase. She had left a couple of things in the bathroom, such as her diaphragm case. I figured she would be back at some point during the day. After I packed by bag, I phoned Robin. "Are we still on for today?" she asked. I could hear the tension in her voice. "Absolutely!" I exclaimed. We met for breakfast, which included some kissing, and then spent a couple of hours by the pool. It gave me a good chance to admire her body in her one-piece swimsuit. Robin tans more quickly and deeply than Beth; her skin had a golden glow. If twenty years had produced a little sagging (on all four of us), it was barely noticeable. Robin kept her body well-toned from exercise. Later we swam in the warm water and embraced often. One time Robin wrapped her legs around my waist. I loved the feeling of her smooth thighs as I held her and we necked in the pool. I ran my hand across the delicate curve of her shoulders and down to her slender waist. "You have perfect skin and a perfect body," I murmured to her. She kissed me passionately in response, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. The day was filled with a busy round of activities – lunch, some tennis, another swim followed by rum punch, and, after a quick shower together (lots of kissing), a romantic candle-lit dinner. We held hands and made plans for our bright future together. I was eager for the evening to end so we could finally make love all night long. We decided, though, to first use some of our pent-up sexual energy dancing at the resort's disco. *** The place was crowded with people, so it was a few minutes before I caught sight of a familiar couple – Beth and Jeff bumping and grinding on the dance floor. What struck me first was Beth's outfit. She wore skin- tight black leather pants and a clinging, skimpy black tank top. Her every delicious curve was plainly visible to admiring male eyes. I noticed that other men around the dance floor were checking her out. After a few minutes Jeff saw us and waved. We approached and greeted each other with hugs, like long- lost friends. As Beth embraced me, I saw out of the corner of my eye that she was wearing a new watch. My heart seemed to leap into my throat and my cock started to swell. As a slow song started to play, I said to her, "May I have this dance?" She smiled and nodded. Jeff and Robin continued to chat. Beth and I moved onto the dance floor into the middle of the crowd. I held her close, catching the scent of her perfume and shampoo. When she rested her arm on mine, I got a close look at her new watch. It had a shiny black band and a round white dial. The band contrasted strikingly with her pale skin. "That's a lovely watch. Present from Jeff?" I asked. "Yes. Today, in fact." She well knew my thing about her wristwatches. "And while we're on the subject of jewelry, that wasn't the only change I made." She glanced down at her left hand, resting on my shoulder, and my gaze followed hers. She no longer wore her wedding band. I knew what that meant: they had consummated their passion. I felt a wave of emotions. Jealousy, resentment that she had acted so quickly – more quickly than me, anger. But the image of the two of them making love swept all else aside, as it had the night before. I felt my cock harden rapidly. Pressed close against me, Beth felt it, too, through her ultra tight pants. She stopped dancing and looked at me with an expression of astonishment. "I don't believe it," she hissed, in a voice only I could hear. "I tell you I've slept with another man, that I've broken our marital vows, and you're aroused? Jeff makes love to me, turns you into a cuckold, and instead of expressing anger or possessiveness, you get an erection. I don't understand you." "Did you have an orgasm?" The question slipped out before I could stop myself. I had always comforted myself with the fact that I knew how to please Beth better than he had. "Did I what?" She was taken aback at my impertinence. "OK, you want to know more? Come with me." She led me by the hand to the back of the disco, down a passageway, trying several doors before she found an unlocked one. We were inside a small storage closet, with a bare bulb overhead. She locked us in and then pressed me against the wall opposite the door, with her thigh pressed against my crotch, against my stiff dick. Beth's eyes were ablaze with fury. I was nervous, perhaps scared. I had never seen my wife like this before. She told me to give her my handkerchief. Then she unfastened my khakis and slid it inside my underwear. "I don't want you to make a mess, Andy, that you won't be able to explain to Robin when you go back to her in a few minutes." At the mention of her name, I blushed deep red. But I made no effort to leave. "So you want the details, honey?" she said coolly. I nodded. Her eyes never left mine. "Well, OK. This is the last time you and I are ever going to have this kind of conversation. Jeff and I left the jewelry store and went back to his hotel room. We started to neck passionately on the elevator. We weren't alone, but we didn't care. When we got to his room I slowly undressed before him; he did the same. We embraced and kissed. Like this." Beth leaned forward and kissed me softly on the mouth. "It was soft and sensual. Then it became very, very hot. Our hands were all over each other. I felt his erection pressing against me." Her lips were just a couple of inches from mine, poised to kiss me again. I leaned toward her, but now she drew back. "Jeff stopped kissing me and reached down to my wrist. He unsnapped my watch, the one you gave me. The one I wore last night in bed with you. He took out this new watch" – she held it up for my inspection – "and strapped it to my wrist. You men seem to like us to wear the toys you give us. You don't let us take them off, even in bed. No, especially in bed. Why is that, I wonder? Staking your claim of possession, perhaps?" She pressed her thigh more firmly in my crotch, and begin a rhythmic humping. I moaned and my breathing quickened.. "Easy, Andy, easy. If you can't control yourself better than this you won't hear the rest of my story." I willed myself not to cum. "Jeff lifted me up and carried me in his powerful arms over to the bed. He's so much stronger than you. It was so romantic. He laid me on the bed and stood over me, his cock sticking straight out. "I looked up at him and as our eyes locked together I removed my wedding ring and my engagement ring and set them on the night table. Then I pulled him onto me. ‘Now I'm yours, Jeff,' I told him. We kissed some more and his hands roamed all over my bare skin. He was tender and gentle. I was on fire. It was never like that when we were in college. I spread my legs apart and felt the tip of his dick brush against the lips of my vagina. I was soooo wet! He looked into my eyes and I said, ‘Take me!' That's right, I actually said ‘Take me' to my lover. I never did that with you, Andy, did I?" "I don't think so," I said, my throat dry. Beth went on, still grinding my swollen cock with her thigh. I groaned softly with pleasure. "Well, after that, he wasn't gentle. Oh, no, far from it." She closed her eyes for a moment, silent, savoring the recollection. "He entered me and practically split me apart. I had forgotten how big Jeff gets when he's aroused. He gave me an amazing fuck, deep hard, pounding thrusts. He told me he's wanted me for twenty years and he made up his mind to get me back. My hands played with his chest and his abdomen." She rested her hands on my shoulders. "I rubbed the band of my new love watch on the side of his face, like this..." She pressed the band against my cheeks. I turned to lick and kiss it, and she let me. "I see you like that. He liked it, too, the symbol of his conquest. I was making enough noise to be heard down the hall, not just next door. And when he came inside me, he gave this great roar of triumph, and collapsed on top of me spent and happy. I was now his woman, forever. We lay like that for a long time. " I was now gasping, my orgasm on the verge of exploding. I was humping Beth's thigh, which was pressed against my crotch. The image of Jeff fucking my wife, her hands roaming across his back or clutching his buns to draw him deeper, the black watchband stark against her pale skin, was overpowering. This was the most intensely erotic moment of our marriage, here at the very end. She knew she had me on the edge. I managed to gasp out one more question as I felt my climax start to well up from the base of my testicles.. "Did he...make you...cum?" "Ah, YeeEEAH!" Beth's eyes locked on mine. "And not just once. Oh, no, I had multiple orgasms. Can you imagine how incredibly good that feels to a woman? Let me help you understand, Andy." I closed my eyes. Between each short phrase that followed, she grinded her leather-clad thigh into my crotch. "Multiple... rippling... mindblowing... earth-shaking... falling- off-the-edge-of-the-world-into-the-abyss orgasms." A gutteral roar escaped my throat, which Beth helped muffled by clamping her hand over my mouth, and my jism spurted into my handkerchief. My knees buckled. I clutched at Beth's arms and she held my waist to support me as I humped her thigh until the waves subsided. She kissed my sweetly on the lips. "Consider that my farewell present. I'm Jeff's woman now. Understand?" I nodded. "OK. Now clean yourself up. I'll tell Robin you were feeling a little ill from the heat of the dance floor. That will give you some time." "Thanks," I said, my breath slowing to normal. "Thanks... for everything." "What are friends for?" Beth was smiling again. "Go make Robin a happy woman tonight. I'll see you at breakfast." *** By the time I had made myself presentable and found Robin sitting over drinks at a table, Beth and Jeff had disappeared. Robin asked me if I was OK; I told her the heat of the dancing had gotten to me. We sipped our drinks, danced a couple of slow numbers, and as we looked into each other's eyes we both knew it was time to go to her room. With this beautiful creature by my side, I had no trouble recovering my sex drive before her key was in the door. Once we were in her room, Robin bade me to sit in the chair. She slowly peeled off her clothes. As she did so, she began a running commentary. "I've been dreaming about this moment, Andy.... I saw the way you looked at me when we were together at our little lunches.... I wondered how long you could resist touching my skin." She ran her hands sensually up and down her slender arms with her long, delicate fingers. I sat there, transfixed. Then she removed her top and unfastened her bra. "I wanted to feel your tongue on my nipples, to feel them swell between your lips. My breasts are smaller than Beth's, but I think you really like them more, don't you?" I could only nod in agreement. It was true. At that moment, Robin was the sexiest woman in the universe. Then she slid down her pants and panties, turning her behind to me as she did. "What you like most of all is my lovely, round ass, yes?" Again I nodded. "I thought so. You find it irresistible. My thin waist widens into these large, smooth cheeks that you wanted so much to fondle and kiss. You've been thinking about what you'd like to do to my ass for a long time, haven't you, you bad boy?" "It's as though you could read my mind, darling, " I managed to say. "Oh, your mind is an open book, Andy. You've been a patient man, faithful to your wife to the end. And now you get your reward – me. Tonight and forever." She held out her arms to me. I stood and embraced her. She helped my out of my clothes and we held each other for a long moment, savoring the sweetness of each other's bare flesh. I asked her about protection and she told me she had started back on the pill some months before, when we started to have regular lunch dates. Her next words startled me. "I noticed tonight that Beth had taken off her wedding ring. Don't you think it's time for you to do the same?" I smiled at her keen powers of observation. But I was not surprised. Robin had been awaiting a signal that my marriage to Beth was over. Now Robin and I had arrived at last at our destination. I slid the ring off my finger. Robin lay down on the bed and I lay atop her. We kissed for a long time. My hands stroked her body, especially her round behind. Hers found my cock and stroked it gently to a new level of harness. I felt the mesh band of her gold watch lightly scratch my belly. As our passions mounted, we maneuvered into a 69 position, with Robin on top. I loved the taste of her pussy, and being able to massage her firm, ample buns was a tremendous turn-on. She gently licked the tip of my cock and then drew a couple of inches into her mouth. She genuinely enjoys oral sex, giving as well as receiving.. But I was quicker to arouse her to a peak. Soon I heard her moaning as my tongue traced rapid little circles around her clit, and she became too distracted by her own mounting pleasure to pay much attention to my rod. She pressed her cunt, slick with her love juices, down on my face. Everything I could taste, everything I could smell, was Robin. I had waited so long for this moment. I licked her more fiercely and was rewarded with a very loud, bucking climax. I let her recover nestled in my arms. She played gently with my dick to keep it from going soft. "That was incredible, Andy. I've never known a man's tongue could do that to me. I'm all tingly inside." Robin rolled onto her back and drew me on top of her. She parted her legs and guided the tip of my cock to her pussy lips. She was so well lubricated I slid in easily. She was tight and moist, a slice of heaven. As I began to thrust slowly and deeply, Robin wrapped her legs around my back. "Fuck me, my love," she murmured. "Fuck me hard!!" Beth had never spoken to me like that when we were making love; she was too refined -- or so I had thought until our encounter earlier in the evening. Robin was uninhibited in her passion. "Oh, that feels so good. You're so big inside me, it feels like you're going to come right out my throat." I slammed into her and felt my balls slap against her. My orgasm caught me by surprise. I'm used to controlling the pace of my climax, but this time it just welled up from the base of my testicles. I came in great spasms, accompanied by my loud grunts. Afterwards, Robin held me tightly and we kissed until we were ready for another round. This one began with her on top, straddling my erection as she rocked back and forth. It was a great position for fondling her ass. Other positions, some familiar and a couple I had never tried before, followed. Our passion continued between short naps for the rest of the night. *** The next morning, while Robin slept in, I went down to the dining room to meet Beth for breakfast as planned. She was sitting at a table, sipping a cup up coffee, dressed in t-shirt and shorts. I approached her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She looked lovely, aglow with life. "Somebody looks happy this morning," I said, with a smile. "Long night?" "Mmm, very," she replied in a dreamy voice. "And yours?" "Likewise." As we studied the menu, I noticed she was wearing her new watch. She followed my gaze. "Did you put your watch on for my benefit?" "I never had the chance to take it off last night." "Boy, if that watch could talk..." I said with a smile. Beth blushed. "I'd have to strangle it," she giggled. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. Then Beth spoke again. "He bought me a more expensive piece of jewelry, too... a diamond engagement ring." I gave a start. The note of finality caught me off guard. "I'm not wearing that in public until, well, you know..." "Our divorce?" She nodded. "But I bet you wore it when you made love last night?" She nodded again. It was her turn to redden. "Well, congratulations. I hope you and he will be very happy together. I haven't asked Robin to marry me yet, but I expect I will, soon." There was one more thing I wanted to know. "When I was in our room yesterday, I noticed your diaphragm case was still there..." "Yes. I'm not using birth control with Jeff. We want to start a new family right away. At my age, I don't have a lot of time." I pictured their lovemaking again, and realized that its intensity must have been even greater than I had imagined. I knew how passionate Beth was when she had decided to make a baby. "I'll miss you, Beth," I said, a lump in my throat. "but I'm really, really happy for you." "Thank you. And I'm happy for you, too, darling. We're going to make this work for us and the kids." A tear trickled down from the corner of her eyes. *** Robin and I decided to spend some time that day shopping. As we walked hand-in-hand, I saw the duty- free jewelry store. I knew right away what I wanted to buy Robin. "Let's go inside, honey, I want to get you a present," I coaxed. "That sounds nice," she said, her eyes lighting up. "What will it be? A certain ring, perhaps?..." "I want that, too, but it's a little soon. Gotta wait for the divorce, or at least the legal separation. No, today, it'll be a watch." "But I already have a nice watch," she said in a puzzled voice. Then she went on, knowingly, "You seemed to like it last night when I scratched you with it..." She was right, of course. But I had a particular watch in mind. "I sure did. Still, I think I should tell you about one of my little fetishes, if we can call it that. When I fall in love with a woman, I want her to wear a watch I give her when we make love. A sign, a token of...." "Possession?" "Yes." She looked into my eyes. "I will wear any mark of possession you give me, darling. I want you to know I'm yours forever." My cock hardened as she spoke. We entered the store and began to peruse the ladies watches. She pointed to a couple she liked and I murmured non-committal responses. I was looking for one particular watch. And then I saw it – the thin, shiny black band and the round white face. The same one Jeff had given Beth. "I like that one," I said, pointing to it. I held my breath, hoping she would like it – and that she hadn't noticed Beth wearing it last night. Robin's eyes lit up. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. I asked the salesman to let her try it on. As she did, he said, "This seems to be a very popular item. I sold one just like it yesterday afternoon. There was a couple..." Before he could go on, I caught his eye and put a finger to my lips to signal him to be silent. He moved off a bit. Robin held the watch in front of the mirror, studying herself. "Do you like it, darling?" My mouth was dry. I could only nod. Robin leaned against me and her hip brushed my erection through my pants. She looked at me, with a startled but pleased expression. "Oh, my! I can see that you do. With this watch, I'll never be lonely again." My shit-eating, puppy-dog grin confirmed her point. We paid and I insisted on returning to our hotel room to "try it out." Hours of intense love-making followed. Sometimes I was making love to Robin both physically and in my mind; at other times, I fantasized I was with Beth or that I was Jeff fucking Beth. It was hard to tell which produced the bigger orgasms. Our favorite position was doggy-style, me lying atop Robin, resting on her big ass and thrusting into her from behind, our fingers intertwined. We could both see her watch. I would lick her ears and tell her she was now mine, and she would kiss me hotly over her shoulder. I hadn't cum so many times in a single afternoon and evening – dinner was a brief interruption for room service – since my honeymoon with Beth twenty years earlier. I was proud of my staying power and Robin was mightily impressed with her new stud. Before we fell asleep I proposed to her and she said yes. *** The next morning was our departure day. We had arranged to sit in pairs on the flight home. There was no need to discuss what the seating would be. Robin and I would be together; Beth and Jeff would be several rows ahead. They arrived just in time for the flight, which was just as well. Beth gets cold on a plane so she wore a sweater that covered her wrist. But Robin had on a t- shirt and her new watch stood out on her tan skin. I knew Beth would see it at some point, and I didn't know whether she would say anything. After the aircraft leveled off at altitude, Beth made her way back to us. She asked Robin if she could sit with me for a few minutes to discuss some arrangements back home. Robin went forward to sit with Jeff. When she was out of earshot, Beth turned to me. "I see Robin has a new watch," she said. I smiled. "You have sharp eyes." "I know you too well, dear. I was sure it would be the first thing you bought her. And when did you two lovebirds go shopping for it?" "Yesterday." "What an interesting coincidence that Jeff bought me the same one the day before. Of course, as you and I both know, it wasn't a coincidence." She looked coldly at me. "I don't mind telling you I find it a bit creepy. You aren't going to be in bed with me anymore." "I know that," I replied. "Let me explain." She waited as I collected my thoughts. "I finally realized what I wanted. I never wanted to choose between you and Robin. I wanted you both." "Well, I certainly have no interest in being part of your harem," she snapped. "I know that. I fully understand that you have chosen Jeff and I have picked Robin. But with that watch, in a sense I still get to have my cake and eat it, too. When she wears it when we make love" – Beth winced; I could tell the thought did not please her – "I can imagine I'm making love to her. Or, when I close my eyes, I can fantasize it's you. Is that so terrible? Is it wrong that I still have passions for the woman I spent the last twenty years with?" She looked out the window in silence. A minute passed, then another. Finally she turned back to me and I saw tears in her eyes. "No, I guess it makes sense. And I appreciate the honesty. We still need to be honest with each other, if we're going to be friends." She paused in thought, considering whether to speak what was on her mind. "I have a confession to make, too." She said, hesitantly, looking down at her watch. "After our little encounter in the disco closet, I found myself incredibly turned on. I had never done anything like that before – as you know, I'm not usually the sexual aggressor... well, I brought Jeff back to our room and practically raped him." I stirred in my seat and felt my cock start to harden again. Beth rested her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently, so my eyes were drawn to the watch again, too. The bulge in my pants from my erection was obvious; I made no attempt to hide my arousal. She smiled and looked up at me, so our gaze met as she continued her story. "I didn't even let him get all his clothes off before I pushed him onto his back. I went down on him just long enough to make him hard and then I mounted him. At that moment, I didn't care about his pleasure, I didn't kiss him, I just rocked back and forth until I came. And the whole time, I was fantasizing I was with you, forcing you to fuck me while I wore Jeff's watch, taunting you that I was his woman, using you like I had in the closet." My mouth just hung open. Beth gave a naughty, soft chuckle. "I must say it was the best single orgasm I had all weekend. I felt a little guilty afterwards and did my best to make it up to him." She looked at me, blushing slightly. "So, you see, Andy, you can still make me do naughty things, even with the new man in my life." I kissed her on the cheek. "You are wonderful," I said, "and Jeff better realize how lucky he is." "He does. And so is Robin. I can tell she knows it, too." The plane flew onward, taking us to our new lives. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 51