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- Ellen and I have been married 8 years. We were visiting Florida's
- west coast and had rented a beach house. We were washing our Porsche
- at the back of the beach house between the grass and the sand which
- led to the water's edge, and Ellen was a bit piqued at me for
- suggesting that she date another man. I don't know why I found the
- idea exciting, but she didn't know how to take the suggestion. Our
- conversation was interrupted by an art student walking up from the
- beach. He was dressed in a khaki shirt with epaulets and had a
- sketch pad under one arm. He grinned, introducing himself as Greg.
- He had a shock of brown hair and was about 5'10" and was asking
- where the nearest fast food shack was. Ellen was in her white string
- bikini and bent just out of his sight to pick up her beach robe. She
- winked at me, and I picked up the clue...I invited him to have
- dinner with us. The Florida sun was a red ball sinking beneath the
- horizon. Greg walked ahead of me, and I noticed his eyes taking in
- Ellen's long legs beneath the short terry robe as she strode up the
- flagstone steps to the back door. I knew little about art, and he
- knew little about sports, but although the conversation was
- strained, he kept glancing at Ellen's legs as she prepared dinner.
- She had slipped on a pair of white high-heeled pumps which even
- accentuated her shapely legs. After dinner, Ellen took a shower,
- came out in a silky blue robe which clung to her figure and sat
- between me on the couch and Greg on the floor. She passed chips and
- dip and poured the wine, and Greg took every opportunity to accept
- every offering since it gave him a chance to briefly stroke her
- hand. Ellen took the opportunity to whisper when Greg went to change
- a stereo ape, and I followed her whispered suggestion...I walked out
- of the house, drove the car a block away, and sprinted back to the
- darkened hedge alongside the house, peering through the window. She
- had told Greg I had left for my "night job" near Tampa Bay and had
- asked Greg to dance; she said she would teach him since he didnt
- know how to dance slowly. After a couple of slow songs, he brushed
- his lips to hers, slowly sliding off the dark blue, silky robe. She
- tremored at his touch, her hips writhing in involuntary lust. She
- slid his trousers from his hips. The largest member she had ever
- seen swayed before her trembling lips, her eyes widened with lust
- and fear. She looked like a cult worshiper before an enormous
- serpentine lter. I pulled my own member out as I watched, my heart
- pounding in rhythm with theirs. I now leaned so closely my breath
- was misting on the glass window, but she had become so lost in the
- passion radiating between them that she forgot I was probably
- watching from the outside. It was then I realized that she had
- shaved her pubic hair in the shower. Greg kissed her deeply,
- pushing her to the floor, and turned her on her knees facing away
- from him. Ellen's eyes were glazed as she turned, trembling to touch
- his enormous manhood, then moaned lustily, her mouth opened as
- widely as her excited eyes, as Greg entered her cunt from the rear.
- Her head was now rolling as she spread her knees to accommodate his
- length and width, slowly entering her. Now, they were slamming
- against each other like demons from hell, as she shouted, "Oh, Greg,
- I love it! I love it! I love YOU!" Greg's eyes were glazed, his jaw
- slackened, as he became lost in the hurricane of lust. Then Ellen
- shouted excitedly, "Oh God, I'm coming, Greg!" It was obvious that
- Greg too was about to explode. He pounded into her in a frenzy, then
- lost in the ecstacy between them, shouted, "Oh, Ellen, I'm..." Then,
- the two of them erupted in a shattering, cosmic explosion of screams
- and blessed release. And then, it happened, my own groin pounding
- with the lust I felt between them.I came in unison with the two of
- them....the greatest experience of my and Ellenand Greg's lives....
- I wish that I could say we saw Greg again, but we moved the
- following day but have never forgotten the experience.
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