Curiosity and the Pitch-Black Room

All of my writing is fiction, and the stories and characters are products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy! And take a second to vote and comment.

Just a note of explanation. This is the first time in over one hundred stories that what I've written doesn't fit neatly into one of the standard categories, or at least to me, doesn't seem to. Therefore, I've put it in the E & V category as that seems about the closest fit I could find. I hope everyone is comfortable with that.

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"Kat, you make the best lasagna I've ever had," Chuck said, pushing back from the table.

"Not so fast. There's dessert, and you say that every time you have it," Kat said, chuckling.

"It must be true, then." He licked his lips for emphasis.

"I have a couple of tricks my aunt taught me, and others have complimented it, too, but thanks."

"Did you mention dessert?" Judy said, a big smile on her face.

"Apple pie, made with Kat's special crust."

"Your aunt again?" Chuck asked.

"Mom," Kat answered with a chuckle.

"Whoever, I love it."

"Kat is smart. When she has company, she serves lasagna and pie and gets compliments. I just need to find a main course and dessert so I can mimic her."

The other three all laughed.

"We've all only been married for three years, so we have a while to develop those things."

*Three years," Judy said. "Chuck and I dated for three years before we married.

Kat passed out the pieces of apple pie as the conversation continued.

"We dated for a year and a half," Kat said, placing the last piece of pie at her place and sitting down.

"That had to be a lot easier," Judy said, nodding.

"Easier?"

Judy giggled. "The sex. We had to wait three years, and it was hard."

"Was it worth it?" Randy asked with a chuckle.

"You two waited a year and a half. Was it worth it for you?"

"Oh, Lord, don't get Randy talking about sex. My face will be bright red within ten minutes."

"Well, Kat, sex with you was well worth waiting for."

"Randy, shut up."

"There are things you can do besides intercourse," and I think we tried a bunch of them."

"Chuck, be quiet." Now, It was Judy's face that was turning red.

"I assumed that all four of us were virgins when we married," Randy said, looking from face to face and receiving three nods.

"Do you know my friend, Veronica?" Kat asked Judy.

"I think she's been around a couple of times when I was here. She's pretty and has big boobs, as I remember."

"Gigantic boobs," Kat added. "And she likes to tell me about the six guys she's had sex with. I know a couple of them."

"Sex is kinda just sex, isn't it," Judy suggested.

"Not according to Veronica. Each guy is different and does things differently, not to mention that each man is put together a little differently."

"Is she married?"

"Um, no. She was engaged once, but no marriages."

"She's talking about breast reduction surgery. They're great for attracting men, but she has back problems. Randy enjoys it when she stops by, though."

"Not everyone has a set of double D's, and I don't mind seeing her show them off a little." Randy had a big smile on his face.

"She bends over and shows three times more than I have total and still doesn't show any goodies."

"Once she did," Randy said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What? I didn't know that."

"It was fairly spectacular," Randy added, laughing.

"And you didn't want to grab it?" Chuck asked.

"Naw, I've got a nice pair to grab, right, Kat?"

Kat closed her eyes and shook her head. "There's not much comparison between Veronica and me."

"No reflection on you, Kat, but Randy, how could you not at least dream when you got that look? There's nothing wrong with dreaming."

"Yeah, nothing wrong with dreaming, right, Kat? I mean, do you dream when Veronica tells you about having sex with six guys? She probably shares details, too. Right?"

Kat's face reddened. Veronica often shared details, graphic details that often made her wonder what that might be like.

"See that face. She does share details, doesn't she?" Judy wasn't going to let up.

"But when I told YOU about her last one, you were about ready to try it out."

"I was not. It just sounded... unusual."

"What are we talking about here?" Chuck questioned, looking from Judy to Kat and back.

"You tell him," Judy said.

"He's your husband."

"Well, this is awkward, but it has to do with size." Judy rolled her eyes

"Her man had a big wanger, huh?"

"Men are disgusting, but she described it as pornstar huge."

"Must have made you wonder, though, didn't it?"

"Wonder what?" Kat tried to keep from smiling.

"What it might look like?"

"I can see one like that on the net if I want."

"That's not like having it live and two feet in front of your face."

"Not to change the subject, but let's head to the family room."

"We'll all help you clean up, Kat," Judy said, and they all dug in, cleared the table, and loaded the dishwasher. In the family room, all were finally settled into comfortable seats.

"Where were we?" Randy asked, restarting the conversation.

"I think Kat had a big one two feet in front of her face," Chuck said with a laugh.

"Let's face it," Randy said, "we were all virgins when we were married, and our sexual experience is with each other. Unlike Veronica, we can't compare."

"Would you really like to compare?" Kat asked accusingly of Randy.

"Let me turn that back to you. Would you like to compare? Chuck, Judy, would you two like to compare?"

Judy glanced from one to the other. "When I watch porn, I wonder if it's really like that, and some of them look a little different than the four of us do.

"Wait, how do you know how I look?" Randy said, laughing.

"Kat didn't say she was used to having a big one two feet in front of her, so I just guessed."

That brought a round of laughter.

"I think it's normal for people like us to be curious about sex, about people like Veronica who had six, probably very different sexual experiences. Judy, if I'd married Chuck and you'd married Randy, our sexual experiences would be at least a little different."

Not unexpectedly, Judy looked at Randy, who was looking at her, and Kat and Chuck were also looking at each other. They were best friends and weren't about to trade partners, but just looking at each other after what Kat had suggested had their minds whirling.

"I guess we all decided not to sow our wild oats, so we missed all those experiences Veronica had." Chuck was shaking his head.

"I think there may be pluses and minuses to all of that, too," Kat said, looking thoughtful. "When Veronica comes across lover number seven, will she say he's better than a couple of the others but not nearly as good as number six?"

"But she can teach him so that he'll eventually be good," Judy added, "from her experience."

"Unless he doesn't have the right parts," Kat added and couldn't keep from giggling.

"And that's one of the minuses."

"The famous question: does size matter?"

"Good question, Chuck, but I guess the girls will never know the answer to that important question."

"Says who?" Kat shot out immediately.

"Ah, the ever-adventurous Kat. Posted on her Facebook page: Attention: young attractive woman seeks man with very large penis to answer the does size make a difference? question."

Kat shook her head but chuckled.

"Let us know how that goes," Chuck said. "Judy may want to try that two."

"We've hinted and teased about sex before but never talked like this," Judy said.

"I think that does size matter? is just a metaphor for all the questions we have about sex."

"I'm sure that sums it up, well, Randy, but are we going to do anything about it?"

The ladies looked unsure of what might happen next and weren't about to make any suggestions.

"Let me do a little research," Randy suggested. "These questions have surely come up before, and someone has come up with, if not answers, at least suggestions. It's Friday night. Let's get together Sunday afternoon for a cookout, and I'll share what I've found. Then we can decide what to do, if anything."

~~~

"So, what did you find?" Kat asked on Sunday, wanting to get hints about what he was going to present.

He chuckled. "Another hour, and you'll hear."

"Ugh. Sometimes, I wonder why I married you. "

He laughed. "I think you'll be very surprised, so it's probably good that you hear it along with Chuck and Judy."

She wondered what he'd come up with. It didn't seem possible that there was something they could do that would answer their questions. She couldn't imagine anything that might accomplish that. But it sounded like Randy had found something.

It wasn't ten minutes later that they heard a voice at the front door.

"Sorry we're so early, but Judy couldn't contain her curiosity."

"Ha," said a voice from behind him. "He's been sitting in the car for an hour, just waiting."

"Well, come on in, and we can get started, right, Kat?"

"He wouldn't give me any hints, the bastard," she said, giggling at her language.

"It's more fun to hear it together." Randy was in control and was enjoying it, which annoyed Kat.

"Well, we're together now, so spill it," she said, nearly growling at him.

"My goodness, Kat's getting aggressive," Judy teased.

"I don't like to be teased, particularly when I know that Randy has what I'm after."

All eyes were on Randy.

"I searched the internet using several questions and finally found an answer that would do what we are after if we're willing to do it."

"Willing to do it?" Judy questioned.

"Fill us in on the details, Randy." Chuck was smiling at his wide-eyed wife.

"There's a small island in the Caribbean that has a program designed for, but not limited to, sexual neophytes. The daily session lasts three hours in a completely dark room. A man and a woman are randomly assigned to a room, and what they do is up to them. The idea is that, together, they explore and experiment with sexual things they've never experienced. The website said that nearly half of the people involved were married virgins, like us."

"So, if we want to answer our questions, we need to go to the island and spend three hours in a darkened room with a stranger?"

"The room is pitch black, not just darkened. Seeing the other person isn't that important for what we're trying to accomplish. "

"That seems kind of far out," Judy suggested. "Are any of us willing to do that or watch our mate do it?"

"If we want those answers, that's one way to get them," Randy said.

"Sounds like we need to decide what we're willing to do to get the answers."

"And, are we willing to let our mates do that?" Kat asked, working to answer the question for herself.

"If one of us did that, and it caused a separation, the relationship wasn't very strong."

Kat was quick to respond. "I'm sure I'd be fine with Randy doing that, and I'd be anxious to find what he'd learned. Sounds exciting."

Randy's head snapped around. "You would?"

She waited for more from him, cocking her head to the side.

He took a deep breath. "If you can trust me, I can certainly trust you. Yeah, I'm sure I can do that." He'd said it, but he wondered if he could really do it when the time came, if it ever did. She'd said she'd trust him, and he decided he'd have to do some imagining about what he might do when it was his turn on the island.

Meanwhile, Kat was wondering. She wasn't usually one to speak out and to be brave about things she wasn't sure about. But she'd done it, surprisingly anxious to find out about some of those things that had never taken place in her and Randy's sexual life. She hoped she didn't regret it.

Randy smiled. "So, Chuck and Judy. What do you two have to say?"

The other two looked at each other questioningly.

"Sure, I'd trust him. I trust him every day when he goes off to work. I think the women outnumber the men about four to one, and it seems they're all young and beautiful. Is that right, Chuck?"

Chuck had a comedic, guilty look on his face. "Very true. I don't have anything to do with hiring, but I commend whoever it is that does it. If I were looking to step out on Judy, it would be easy to do there."

"You're a good-looking guy, Chuck, and you have a beautiful wife," Kat said.

"So, you'd trust me to go into a pitch-black room with a strange woman?" He was looking straight at Judy.

"I would, and would you trust me?" She looked almost doubtful.

"Yes, I certainly would."

"So, are we just blowing smoke here so we'll sound good, or are we serious about this?"

All four of them decided it was a smoke-free environment, and each was serious about trusting their mate.

"Okay, I guess we just need to make reservations then. Should all four of us go together?"

"Maybe it would be good to send the women and the men separately. I know the dark room is supposed to keep you from being able to recognize the person you were with, but if one of you ladies ends up with a guy that's six-seven, it might not be too hard to pick him out at dinner, etc. Having a husband there might be awkward." Chuck looked from one to the other for reassurance.

"Makes sense, I guess," Judy said. "How do we decide who goes when?"

"We could try rock, paper, scissors, or we could flip a coin."

"Flip the coin," Kat said. "It's simpler."

Randy found a coin on the kitchen counter. "One of you ladies call it."

"Go ahead, Kat."

"Let's make it simple. Heads and the men go first. Tails, and it's us ladies."

Randy flipped the coin, and it landed on the hard floor and bounced twice before rolling around in a big circle.

"Tails," Randy called.

"Ugh. I don't know whether that's good or bad," Kat said.

"I guess it doesn't matter," Judy answered. "We're going first."

~~~

"Are you nervous?" Judy asked. "I am."

"I am, too. I was so naive; I never even imagined doing anything like this. Actually, I never imagined much of anything of a sexual nature, let alone being with another man."

Me too, but I've been telling myself it's not really being with another man. You won't even see him. It's just an experiment, you know, a learning experience our parents used to tell us."

Kat laughed. "A learning experience. That's a good way to look at it. I was reading about it. They suggest that you should decide how you dress when you enter the room. If you're basically fully dressed, that indicates that you'd like to talk to the other person about what's going to happen. If you're partially dressed, say topless for a woman, that indicates you're ready to do things, but you may have limits. If you go in totally naked, that says you're ready for anything. I'm trying to decide what I'll do."

"Oh my gosh, ready for anything? There are some anythings that I'm not sure I'm ready for."

"I don't think that means weird and freaky stuff, just normal sex things."

"Normal sex things aren't normal for us. That's why we're going there."

"That's why we're going there for sure, to answer the question does size really matter."

"That's another scary thing. Size."

"Yeah, I guess so. My mom had a friend who always said her husband was built like a horse. And she was only talking about one part of a horse."

"I guess I'm not worried about that; I'm just anxious to bring things home that Randy and I can share and make that time in bed more exciting."

"I have some thinking to do," Judy said, shaking her head.

"Listen, I know they won't be able to see you, but as soon as they touch you all over, they'll realize they're with a babe, and it will get very interesting."

"Oh, geesh, I don't know about that. I'm still shy and naive, and that won't change before I get there."

"We leave tomorrow, so it's gonna happen." Kat seemed very excited.

"Whatever it is."

~~~

A fully clothed Kat stood outside the door with the number 6 painted on it. The light was on in the usually dark hallway as she decided what to do. Despite the airplane flight and the checking-in process, as well as the delicious dinner, she hadn't been able to decide, although she knew what she wanted to do but wasn't positive she could make it happen. She was standing there trying to make a decision. Should she go into the room as she was, which would cause a discussion about what the next three hours would involve, or should she strip off her clothing, which would tell her partner she was there for anything, within limits, of course?

She snorted and quickly stripped off her clothing, tossing it onto the floor. She switched off the light, opened the number 6 door, and stepped inside the pitch-black room. She closed the door behind her and put her hand before her face. There'd be nothing seen in the room.

"Is anyone here?" she asked quietly.

There was no response. But the silence only lasted about ten seconds. A door opened and then closed.

"Am I alone?" a deep male voice asked.

"No, you aren't," Kate answered.

"Ah, what a beautiful voice. We need to find each other."

Kat shuffled toward the voice and heard the sound of other feet. She touched a hand that grasped hers. A second hand grasped her left hand, and she realized it was checking for a wedding ring.

"Seems like we're both wearing a ring," he said as his hand slid up her arm and onto her bare back. "So far, we're together on everything."

"This is my first time here or doing anything like this, and I have no idea where or how to begin." She could feel herself trembling ever so slightly and was sure he could feel it, too.

"This is my tenth or eleventh year. Let me make a guess based on my experience. You were a virgin when you married, and possibly your husband was too. The sex is good, but you wonder what you've missed, and you've come here to find out as best you can."

"That's pretty much it," she assured him, not sure how she'd be with someone who had that much experience at this sort of thing.

"Is your husband here?"

"No, my best friend is in one of the other rooms. Our husbands will be here in a couple of weeks."

"A group discussion and decision?"

"Four virgins," she said with a chuckle.

I'm sure the end result will be very interesting and enlightening."

There was a moment of silence.

"Let me suggest that we begin by thoroughly exploring each other."

Kat inhaled sharply. Discussion, plans, and fantasizing ended. The adventure was beginning.

"How about if I begin, and then you'll follow?"

"Okay," she answered, her body beginning to tingle.

He explored her hand, then her arm. The second arm was explored, and he moved behind her, touching her shoulders, then down her back to her waist.

"Nice small waist. Ticklish?" he asked, poking her ribs.

She squealed. "You're not going to tickle me, are you?"

"Anything goes here, right? We can decide the limits in a few minutes."

His hands continued onto her butt cheeks.

"Oh my gosh, what a fantastic ass you have," he said softly as he squeezed and massaged her butt cheeks. He ran his finger down her crack, and she moaned ever so softly.

His hands slid around to her belly, then her navel. "We'll get to this later," he said. Then, they moved up until they touched her breasts. "Small but wonderfully shapely." He moved to her nipples. "Oh my gosh, these are the longest nipples I've ever been around. I may come just touching them," he said with a tiny chuckle.

Her eyes were closed as his fingers closed on each nipple. He was gentle, but she'd never been explored quite like this before. She could feel her blood warming as he played with her nipples.

"I wonder how big they finally get?"

Kat wasn't sure, but she knew she would find out before the evening was over.

He closed one nipple between his index and middle fingers. It extended a tiny bit above the fingers. He licked the index finger of his other hand and began massaging the extension of her nipple. No one had done that before, but it felt amazing. Suddenly, the nipple was in his mouth, and he was sucking hard. Then, it was between his fingers and being massaged again.

"I don't know how long I can stand that," she moaned, even though she was not wanting him to stop.

There is another one," he said, rolling her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She remembered the first time she and Randy had begun to be intimate, how strange it was to have someone else touching her body in places that weren't usually touched. The feelings were much the same now as this stranger was caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples. There were three hours ahead of her, and they were just getting started.

Still rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand slid slowly down across her stomach and belly. "Flat and smooth," he said as the hand traveled a little further. "Nice muff," he added. His hand moved lower and between her legs. Kat inhaled. "Nice and wet. You're ready."

Ready for what? What was going to happen next? Was there more before it would be her turn to explore him? Her question was quickly answered as it became obvious he wasn't finished with his tour. He knelt and began on her legs.

"Nice and long he said," his hands starting at her muff and sliding down their length to her ankles. He took hold of her right foot and lifted. Kat had no choice but to grasp his head for balance.

"Hang on to my hair," he suggested as he lifted her foot higher.

She grabbed his head, reluctant to hang onto his long, curly hair. She could feel his breath on her foot and made a small noise when his lips surrounded her big toe. When his fingernails dragged gently across the sole, she squealed and jerked, but he didn't release her foot, and, in self-defense, she dug her fingers into that hair.

"You weren't supposed to tickle me."

"I don't remember saying that."

Another squeal, and her toe was in his mouth again as she gripped his hair tightly.

"Nice leg," he said, his other hand sliding up her support leg past her knee.

She worried about where he'd stop as her leg jerked slightly. He stopped an inch short of where she thought he might be going. But just the thought had her breathing heavily. Did she want him to keep going?

One more tickle with an accompanying squeal, and he stood.

"Your turn."

A simple statement, but exactly what was she going to do? Maybe just follow his lead?

Kat ran her hands over his face. She was about five-five and decided he had to be six-four. He was clean-shaven, which surprised her, and he was obviously in good shape. His arms were well-muscled, and he fixed his pecs as she touched them. She played with his nipples for several seconds.

His stomach and belly were rippled and firm. Her hand moved lower.

"We have matching muffs," she said, then, taking a deep breath, she moved lower and grasped his cock. "It's hard, so you're ready," she said, noticing his breathing had deepened. She felt that hers had, too, as her quick grasp of his erection told her he was a bit larger than Randy, but it wasn't scary large.

She dropped to her knees and felt the muscles of his thighs and calves. He was huge and nothing but muscle. When she moved, his erection bumped his cheek. He'd tormented her with the tickling. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, then kissed it.

"Is there something I can call you?" he asked, his body reacting to a second kiss.

"Call me Kat."

"I'm Jordy."

Kat opened her mouth as wide as she could and covered his erection until it bumped the back of her throat. She closed on it, sucked hard, and pulled off with a pop.

"Finished my inspection," she said, standing up.

"That was a little more than tickling, and I can still barely breathe," Jordy said. "I think I need to inspect a little more." He grabbed her arm and spun her around, her back against his belly and chest, his erection poking her butt. One arm went around her, holding her in place, and his other hand went between her legs.

"Spread your legs," he whispered.

She responded quickly, moving her legs apart.

"Wider."

She moved them a little.

"I'm going to tickle you until you spread wide enough."

The thought of both of them being naked and Jordy tickling her and her unable to stop him and doing who knows what else at the same time was fascinating. But she spread her legs, her feet at least shoulder width apart.

"Now, I'm going to tickle a nub I know is there. I just need to find it."

His finger was searching, spreading her labia until she jerked when he finally found the nub.

"Is this better than tickling?" he asked, humor in his voice.

Breathily, she moaned as her body moved. "I don't know, but it's good."

"I'll bet you're used to having this done to you, and you don't really want me to stop."

"No, don't stop," she moaned. "I'll tell you when."

A minute more, and he said, "Enough tickling of your clit." He stopped rubbing her, and his finger went inside her, its movements enticing as it explored the warmth and slipperiness of her vagina.

She hadn't been ready for him to stop and knew she was eager for her climax, but his finger inside her was teasing her and making her want more. When she'd stripped at the door, she'd decided that anything went once inside the room, and she wasn't going to hold back.

His hand left the warmth of her womanhood and moved to her butt, squeezing and caressing until it slid down the crack to another tight opening. He probed as she bit her lower lips, and soon, his finger was inside her ass, pressing in as far as he could.

"How's that?"

"Oh, lord," she gasped, "so different. I've never had this feeling before."

He moved his finger out, then in, then out, and back in once more.

"I like that," she said, surprising herself. She'd never thought that having something in her ass would be pleasurable, but she'd been wrong.

Back to the tickling," he whispered and quickly was rubbing her clit again.

Kat couldn't keep her body from moving, and the sensations racing through her were beyond anything she'd ever experienced. She knew her climax was only moments away if that, and her brain was telling her that she was about to orgasm with this man, a stranger that she'd barely gotten to know. It was going to happen... and then it wasn't as Jordy stopped again, his finger inside her once more.

She knew that without him holding her, she'd collapse onto the floor. His hand was squeezing her breast and twisting her nipple, and she bit her lower lip.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he whispered, squeezing the long nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"It all feels good," she moaned as he released the nipple and spread her labia one more time, finding that pleasure nub. He was gently rubbing it once again.

"Don't stop this time, please," she pleaded. "I need to come."

"You not only want to come, but you need to come."

"Yes, please don't stop."

"What do I get if I speed up a little?"

"You'll get to hear me come." At this instant, she wanted that more than anything.

He slid the length of his finger over her clit and then back.

"That's it, I'm coming," she moaned as her body began to shake, the spasms radiating out from where he was rubbing to engulf her entire body. She was on fire, and electricity was filling her from head to toe. Her moans were loud and long as she clung to his arm.

Gasping for breath, she grasped him tightly to keep from falling. She'd orgasmed many times before, and they'd all been fantastic. She enjoyed them so much that, when Randy was away on business, she'd sometimes do herself just for the pleasure they brought. But this one was different. She had totally lost control, and the only thing she wanted, she needed and needed desperately was an orgasm.

"I was told the room has a bed and a couch. Let's see if we can find either."

Kat moaned, "Okay."

"Don't worry, I'm holding you. Stretch out your arms and feel for either."

He began moving her and hadn't gone very far when she said, "I feel the arm of a couch."

"Hold on to it with both hands," he cautioned, and when she had, he pressed his erection between her legs. "Spread a little more."

Her mind was not working correctly yet, but she spread her legs as she'd done before and felt his erection pressing against her labia. He spread her and guided the head, gently entering her opening. Then, both of his hands were grasping her hips, ready for what was to come.

"If you're ready, I'll go slowly," he cautioned.

"Okay," she said, almost instantly feeling him enter her. He was larger than Randy but not that much larger, and the filling that was happening was satisfying and different.

"Okay?" he questioned.

"Better than okay," she answered as her hips moved and buried the rest of his cock inside her.

"Do I need a condom?"

"IUD, and I want to feel just you inside there." She was amazed at the words coming from her mouth, but it was how she felt being translated into words.

He withdrew and plunged in again, tugging on her hips as he did, accompanied by a long groan from Kat.

"You are something, Kat because I'm not going to last very long." His withdrawals and thrusts grew much more rapid, and his grunts were accompanying her moans. "It's time," he said louder, and she felt the spasms and knew he was filling her with stream after stream of cum. There were seven or eight of them before he stilled.

He gently kissed her back, then gently bit her. She moaned.

"Let's sit on the couch for a few minutes before we search for the bed."

Kat sat down, Jordy beside her. The sexual part of her brain was working overtime. Randy always said that once her sexual side was awakened, she was all in. And that was certainly true today, in this dark room with this Jordy guy.

"Don't try to stop me," she said and bent over to take his partially flaccid cock in her mouth. She sucked hard for a few moments, then released him. "I tasted your cum and my pussy. I want to do that again before we leave."

"I'm not going to stop you."

Kat chuckled. "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure," he said, finding her nipple and giving it another squeeze.

"Why do you keep coming back here? I'd think any questions you had were answered long ago."

His turn to chuckle. "In a way, they have been, but I find things that may not be totally different, but they're something I really enjoy. And it's not wrong to have your partner do things you enjoy."

"Give me an example."

"It didn't seem that you were familiar with edging, you know when I had you just ready to come and then stopped."

"Twice, and no, I wasn't familiar with it, but I will be in the future."

"The way you reacted, those moans were closer to screams, and that charged me up fantastically. My wife will be screaming in the future."

"It's good that it's dark, so you can't see my pink cheeks."

"Don't be embarrassed about anything."

"Okay, but go on with why you're here."

"I think, like you, we had questions about what sex might be like with someone else. So, like you, I suspect, we found this place and decided to take the plunge. We each learned things that we brought home and made our sex more interesting and exciting. After the first year, we decided to try it again, then again, and again. It's different every year."

"So, your wife likes this, too?"

"She does, and she looks forward to returning every year."

That certainly spurred Kat's thinking. Could the same thing happen to the four of them? Could they be coming back here year after year, having sex with different people? She smiled. It would take a few years to catch up with Veronica.

"My friend is in one of these rooms, and I wonder how things are going for her and if she'll want to come back next year. The dark room hides that she's a very pretty woman, but she is five-ten, has big shapely boobs, and an ass to die for."

"Hey, someone in this room has an ass to die for, believe me. Why don't you relax on your belly right here on the couch, and I'll tell you about your ass?"

Again, Kat wasn't certain what was about to happen, but she didn't hesitate to do as he'd requested, lying down on her belly. She felt his hands caressing and squeezing, then realized he was kissing them. She felt him touching the top of her crack, then sliding down until it reached that tight little pink puckered spot. He wedged himself between her legs, spreading them slightly.

"Ah," he said. "That special spot. Relax."

Relax? How could she relax when she thought she knew what was coming? She'd done the suggested enemas prior to coming to the room. The instructions had said they were a just in case thing. She was certain she was about to use the just in case.

Jordy probed her pussy with two fingers, gathering a mixture of the fluids that were there. He transferred it to the pink puckered place and began to probe.

Only the plastic end of the enema device had entered her there in the last few years, but this was now, and his finger was pressing into that formerly forbidden place. She did her best to relax, which certainly wasn't instinctive, and she felt the movement stop.

"Well?" he asked.

"So different," she said. "Not at all what I was expecting." She breathed in slowly. "Is it weird that I like it?"

Jordy chuckled. "You're learning a lot, aren't you?"

"Oh my gosh, yes," she said as he withdrew his finger.

"And here you are on your belly, and I'm in complete control."

As she started to roll over, he lay on top of her.

"Can you breathe?" he asked.

"Barely. What's going to happen?"

He raised himself and twisted so he was sitting on her butt cheeks.

"What a comfortable seat," he said, bouncing up and down gently to accompanying grunts from Kat.

Your skin is so soft and smooth; I just love to touch it." He began massaging her shoulders. It's also soft around here." His hands went to her ribs.

"You're not," she pleaded as his finger dug in gently, and she squealed.

But he was, his hands moving rapidly up and down her rib cage. Kat jerked, squealed, twisted, and squirmed.

"I can't stand it," she said over and over. When he grabbed her head and stuck his tongue in her ear, she screamed.

He rolled her off the couch onto the carpet, still tickling relentlessly. She wasn't saying anything now, just laughing and breathing heavily. Still squirming and realizing, very suddenly, that she didn't want him to stop. She could feel those same passionate feelings she'd felt before rising within her, and she realized she was on her way to another fast orgasm when his hand went between her legs and began rubbing her clit.

It seemed like only seconds before she came again, different than the first, but her moans were just as loud, and she was totally overwhelmed once more.

When she had caught her breath again, she reached out until she found his arm.

"You know what?"

"Go on."

"If you hadn't, well, let your hand go to work, I might have come just from the tickling."

"I told you before that you were a totally sexual woman, and if I didn't, I should have. I believe your husband will become a tickling connoisseur.

"I'm sure learning, and that's the first time I've come twice so close together. Once before, in the morning before we got up, and that night when we went to bed, but never close together."

"The same happened with my wife, and on her birthday, it's all about her and her orgasms. Seven times is her record, one after another with the help of a vibrator."

"One after another? How can she stand that?"

"She can't, but like the tickling, it's suddenly wonderful."

Kat hadn't related it to the tickling, but it matched what Jordy had said. Seven times, though. Could she do that every birthday? She was tingling as she tried to picture it. She was certainly going to encourage Randy to get a vibrator.

"Do you have a recommendation for a vibrator"?

"Ah, yes, we're learning. We have one called an Eroscillator, and it seems to work very well. There are others, too, but that might be a good place to start."

"I hope I can remember that name."

"I'll try to remind you when we leave."

But, so to speak, it was his turn. She found his arm and then his body.

"Lie back and spread your legs," she said. She could hear him moving, but in the dark, he, like her, was invisible. When the sounds stopped, she moved between his legs. She ran her hand up his leg, quickly finding his erection. He was hard as a rock, and she needed to take care of that.

She took the head between her lips, gently using her teeth until he grunted. Then, her tongue caressing the underside, she slid it deep into her mouth until it bumped the back of her throat. She didn't want to gag, but when she thought about trying to deep throat him, his size discouraged her.

She sucked hard and slowly worked her way back to the head. Sliding him deep again, she began playing with his balls, then sliding a finger over his anas. In moments, his body was moving, and the groans were more frequent. She felt his hands in her hair and pulled completely off, giving him a moment of enthusiastic hand job. Then, it was deep in her mouth once again, and his groaning was louder.

His sounds encouraged her as she knew she could satisfy Randy, but now she was doing the same for a stranger. She continued the mouth and hand alternation, Jordy tugging on her hair when he was in her mouth. Suddenly, he released her hair.

"Coming," he called with a loud groan.

At home with Randy, she would immediately switch to her hand, and Randy would come on her breasts. But she wasn't at home, and now seemed like the time to try something new. She pulled his cock deep into her mouth and held it there.

"Coming," he said again as his hips lifted.

She sucked hard as she felt his cum filling her mouth, and she swallowed without releasing him. His cock was pulsating in her mouth, and she loved the feel of it. She swallowed once more time just before his spasms ended. Randy would enjoy the surprise she now had in store for him.

"Kat?"

She made a sound without opening her mouth, then slowly pulled off, intent on getting even the last drop. She swallowed again and smacked her lips.

"Did you say something?" she asked with a little giggle.

"Well, I just wanted to be sure."

"Me too," she replied. "And I was. I never did that before, but I'll be doing it again."

"You came in here, hoping to find the good room, I bet, but I think I'm the one who found it."

"It's just that this darkness is so different. You can't see me blush, or what else I'm doing, and I guess that gives me more confidence."

"Let's find the bed. I want to play with your nipples while we talk."

"They're not toys," she replied, giggling.

"You're absolutely right. They supply tons more pleasure than any toy could. That's true for me, and I hope for you too."

"Yes, it is, but there's a difference between treasuring them and just wanting to touch them, you know?"

"If you could see me, I'm smiling right now. But come on, let's find the bed together."

He fumbled until he found her hand, and they stood and shuffled slowly around the room until they found the bed.

"It's all made up, just like it would be at home," Kat said, surprise in her voice.

"They always are. Does that surprise you?"

"A little, I guess. I thought they might just be a mattress with a sheet, something simple like that."

"It's a regular bed, just like home. And they're queen-size, so there's room to operate."

Kat laughed. "Room to operate?"

"Aren't you into sexual gymnastics?"

"What are sexual gymnastics?" Kat asked as she pulled back the bedcovers. "Soft sheets," she added.

She bumped into Jordy. "Sorry."

"No problem," he said. "Let's relax for a few minutes," he added and crawled into the bed. She heard material rustling.

"Are you under the covers?"

"Yeah, and it's comfy."

Not to be left behind, she flopped onto the bed and slipped under the covers. She was still tingling and breathing hard from all that had happened since she had come into the room. She had no idea what Jordy looked like, but she knew he was doubly hot. She could feel his radiating warmth under the covers.

She sighed as she felt him move and let his hand rest on her belly.

"I thought we were going to relax."

"You're lying down. Aren't you relaxed?"

"I know that's a trick question."

"A little bit. Do you know what's made me extremely happy while we've been here?"

She didn't have to think too long to find several things that seemed to have brought some happiness to him. If not happiness, at least pleasure. As each item filled her mind, she found her body reacting. But what was Jordy referring to? When his hand moved from her belly to her side, the realization struck her.

"Jordy, no," she yelled, but it was too late. His strong arm pulled her to him, and he held her tightly.

"I may get distracted by these gems," he said, one of his hands going to her breast and playing with the nipple.

She certainly wasn't averse to him playing with her nipples, but she knew it was just a prelude to more tickling.

"It's growing," he said directly into her ear.

The way he was pulling on it, it had to grow.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?"

She lied. "Not bad." But he didn't pull again. Instead, he took it gently between his lips and caressed it with his tongue. She wasn't sure it was still growing, but she felt like it was.

"I can't wait to tell my friends about these. You'll be famous among all my friends, Kat."

Randy always liked her nipples, but she'd always wished they were smaller so she didn't have to take special measures to hide them. After today, she was certain she'd have to create new ways to do that.

"Are you going to tickle me? I mean, I can't stop you, but I'd just like to know."

"Would you like to come again just from the tickling?"

"I'm anxious for my husband to discover that."

"Got it." He was silent for a moment. How brave are you?"

What did Jordy have in mind? Was it something really weird?

"I've never considered myself a bold person. What do you have in mind?"

"I think you've become much more confident in yourself and what you're able to do, and I think that can translate to being brave. Do you agree?"

"I think so, but it bothers me a little. Even bravery has its limits. At least it does for me."

"There was something you enjoyed a little earlier. We might take that to the next step."

Kat wondered just where he was headed. There were several things she'd enjoyed, but what did taking them to the next step mean? She thought hard, and he was silent, giving her a chance to decide. Not being able to see him was distracting. Was he smiling, or was there some other expression on his face? What might it be that she had to be brave?

There was one thing they hadn't done, and she had never done, either. She didn't think Randy had ever considered it; at least, he had never mentioned anything about it. Could that be what he was asking her to consider doing? She'd seen it in a porn video she'd watched and wondered. She decided to be brave, at least with her words.

"Jordy, are you talking about anal sex?" She'd said the words and was ready for an answer.

"Well, it's a possibility. Everything we need is in the little stand beside the bed."

She wasn't sure what that everything might be, and she thought for a moment.

"You know what? It seems like it might be fascinating, based on what I've already experienced here. But I think I'll save that fascination for when I get home and am with my husband. He'll be amazed that I'm willing to try it, and I'm sure he won't resist."

"Sounds like a good idea to me. So, of course, that only leaves the tickling," he said with a chuckle as he grabbed hold of her.

"I don't know if I can stand it after everything that's happened in the last couple of hours."

"Oh, this will be different from what it was before. You'll be surprised."

"Different? How do you mean different?"

"Since we're in this big bed, we'll make it more like the sexual gymnastics that you wondered about before."

She was already twisting and beginning to giggle, and he hadn't even started yet.

"This is your thing, and I'm going to tickle you every way you can imagine and even a few ways you haven't imagined. You can feel it already, even though I haven't started, can't you?"

He did have his hand on her, and she was squirming and giggling. His other hand went to her ribs, and she squealed. Of course, she couldn't see as he raised up and held her in place as he tickled. Neither could she see him lower his head to her neck, where he began kissing and licking, which caused her squirming to become more frantic. Jordy wasn't relenting, and their bodies were intertwined as the tickling continued.

Kat could feel her heat increasing, and she was overwhelmed by the please stop fighting with the please don't stop feelings that she had never experienced before this very day.

What she didn't realize was that everything that was happening was having its effect on Jordy as well. Their naked bodies rubbing together this way was something new to him, and they were both learners for the moment.

Kat was surprised when the tickling suddenly stopped, and her legs were spread, her love tube almost immediately filled.

As his hips began their rhythmic movements, he whispered into her ear, "I can keep tickling if you'd like."

"You're doing just fine," she answered, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

He buried his head against her neck once again and began moving faster, the loud sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing throughout the dark room.

Kat had been ready to orgasm when he'd stopped the tickling, and she was hanging on the edge when Jordy suddenly stilled and, groaning, began filling her also climaxing body with his semen. She could feel him sucking hard on her neck and knew a hickey would be her souvenir of the day.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't see it, but I know it's there."

She giggled. "I didn't try to stop you."

"Why not?"

"I guess it's a reminder of everything I've learned today."

"A positive response. Are you here for the two days?"

"Technically, yes, but I'll wait to talk with my cohort, and we'll decide."

She felt him take hold of her hand. "I hope some of the questions you came here with have been answered."

"Very much so. I hope your day has been fulfilling." She chuckled.

"You were here and heard everything I said. I'll let you decide."

"Will you be here tomorrow?"

"No, we'll be leaving tonight. We always come for just one day. That takes care of what we're looking for."

"Give me a hug, and we can say goodbye, then."

They stood and hugged for long seconds.

"Good luck to you, Kat."

"You too, Jordy."

"Now, to find the right door. I brought my shirt inside and left it by the door."

"I never thought of that. The idea of total darkness hadn't registered, I guess."

"The next time, you'll know. And don't forget Eroscillator."

"Thanks, and I won't."

The next time? Would that be tomorrow? Could it be next year? There were answered questions, but there were new questions, as well.

"I've found my door. Have you found one yet?"

"Still searching the wall. Found it," she called.

"Open it a crack to ensure it's dark outside."

She did, and it was.

"Bye, Jordy."

"You, too, Kat."

She stepped through the door and closed it behind her.

"Anyone here?"

No answer.

She found the switch, and the hallway was brightly lit. She was surprised at her nakedness but dressed quickly. She and Judy had agreed to meet in the cafeteria, and she headed there, anxious to share stories.

~~~

Judy stared at the number 16 on the door, terrified and still fully dressed. She had agreed to do this, not willing to admit to the other three that she wished it wouldn't happen. She knew she was beautiful with a body to die for, at least she had been told that, but it didn't help.

She'd known Chuck since third grade, and when they began dating in high school, it seemed perfectly normal. When they were married during their senior year of college, everyone said it was wonderful and certainly made sense. But she knew they were still sexual nerds and had let Kat and Randy talk them into this.

She had debated with herself for the entire plane trip, last night in bed, and this morning at breakfast. Now, standing in front of door 16, she was still debating. Should she just go in fully clothed and let the man know that she was hesitant and needed to work things out, or should she strip and let him know she was ready for anything, which would be a lie since she wasn't to that point yet? Maybe, maybe. Yes, she decided. She'd strip to her panties, which she hoped would let him know that she was ready to experiment, or whatever it was called, and then consider the rest.

She pulled off her halter top, then her shorts, and kicked off her flip-flops. Biting her lower lip, she unfastened her bra and put it with the rest of her clothing. Trembling slightly, she was ready. She switched off the hallway light, opened the door, and stepped inside.

"Is anyone here?" she asked softly.

"Oh, hello," a pleasant male voice replied.

She was committed.

"Hello." Formalities first. "What should I call you?"

"I'm Brad. And you?"

She'd considered an alias but replied. "Judy."

"Well, Judy, if we can find each other, we can shake hands properly."

"Keep talking," she said, "and I'll find you."

"I'm right here. Just keep following the sound of my voice. I feel silly standing here talking and not really saying... oh, there you are."

Judy took hold of his hand, and they shook hands.

"I'll admit that this is my first time doing this, and I have no idea how or where to start," she said.

"Ditto," he replied with a chuckle. "There's supposed to be a couch in here somewhere. Want to sit and talk for a while and maybe figure something out?"

She knew about the couch, and she also knew there was a bed in the room. Much better to start with the couch. And, initially, at least, he seemed as uncertain as she was.

They separated and began blindly searching for the couch. Instead, she found the bed but said nothing. She moved around the bed to hear Brad say, "Found it." She sensed he was close and headed toward the sound. Just as she touched his arm, his waving hand bumped her left breast.

"Oh," she exclaimed, shocked, but quickly followed up with, "No problem."

At least he knew that her breasts were bare, and she wondered what might come of that. They were bare for a reason, and despite her reservations, she was sure they'd be thoroughly squeezed, caressed, and who knows what else before the three hours were complete.

Taking her hand again, he said, "Sit down here beside me."

She did as directed, wondering if she was sitting inches from a naked man. How was she to determine that, and lots of other things as well?

"How do we begin, Judy?"

"One of us needs to begin, and flipping a coin isn't going to work."

Brad laughed. "It is dark in here, isn't it?" But here's an idea. We'll use the first letter of our last name to determine who goes first. Will that work?"

That would work, and Sherbourne was toward the end of the alphabet, so she was hopeful.

"Okay," she replied, "mine is S."

"I'm a W, so you're first."

Judy frowned in the darkness. "With a W, you were fairly certain that I'd be first."

"You caught me, and you're right. I'll go first."

Wondering why she was saying it, Judy said, "No, you won, so I'll go first. Ask questions if you'd like?"

"May I start with a question, then?"

Feeling a bit more bold, she answered, "Sure."

"What are you wearing now?"

A deep breath. "Just a pair of panties." She wasn't going to tell him they were bikini panties, just a touch removed from a thong.

"You have a gentle soothing voice, and I'm trying to put the rest of you together from that."

"I'm not sure how you'll do that, but you're welcome to try," she said with a giggle.

She heard a small chuckle and wondered what he was thinking.

"Go ahead, then."

Another deep breath. "We were having dinner with our best friends, who, like my husband and I, were virgins when we married. My friend has an unmarried friend, female, who's had sex with six different guys, and the four of us wondered what that would be like. We realized there were different things couples can do and even different ways to do the same thing. We called it the Does size matter? question."

That brought a laugh from Brad, but he didn't comment.

"We talked about whether we wanted to do something about it, and if so, what. Our friend found this online, and we decided to do it as a one-time thing."

"Were any of you nervous about it?"

"The men weren't. At least they didn't act like it. Both of us ladies were."

"You said, were. So you're not nervous now?"

"Not sure what to expect might be a better description."

"And your still wearing panties says that as well."

"I decided that when I was waiting outside the door."

"I don't think you need to say more now because my story sounds just about like yours. Is your husband here with you?"

"No. The women are here together, and the men will be here in two weeks."

"My wife is in one of these rooms right now, and it will be fun sharing with her.

Judy thought they might or should be doing more than talking, but then she hadn't gotten to know Brad yet.

"I guess we need to talk about limits."

Limits. She wondered what her limits were. She was so naive that she didn't know about things that might be outside her limits. They had decided to do this to find out what being with someone else would be like. She decided.

"Do we need limits?"

"Wait, what?"

"I guess not physically hurting each other would be a limit."

"Maybe just say we'll treat each other like we'd treat our mate."

Judy nodded, invisible, of course. "That sounds perfect. I'm taking my panties off."

"So, now we're both naked."

"And this is awkward. What do we do to get things started?

"One thing my wife always likes to start with is oral sex. So, how about we start there?"

Oral sex was an occasional part of her and Chuck's sexual activity, so it wasn't new, but it might be different with a different man providing the stimulation. She was sitting in a day toom discussing having oral sex with a stranger. If she was doing this, she was going to have to do it... all of it.

She felt Brad's hand on her thigh. "There you are." He slipped off the couch onto his knees and moved in front of her. "Are you ready?"

No, but she wanted him to go ahead so they could get something started.

"I'm going to be touching you," he said cautiously.

Judy snickered. She'd never had sex without touching and didn't expect to start that today. Maybe fantasy sex would work that way, but she wasn't sure fantasy sex was that fulfilling. Plus, she could practice fantasy sex at home if she just knew what it was.

"And I'll soon be touching you as well," she replied, ready for further instructions.

She felt his hand on her knee; then it slid down her leg to her ankle. Back to her knee, then along her thigh to her muff. She inhaled.

"You have long legs," he said, a smile in his words. "May I ask how tall you are?"

"I'm five-ten," Judy answered.

"Nice tall lady," he answered, his hand still resting high on her thigh. His hand slid through her muff and onto her belly, then up until it touched the underside of her right breast. She heard a nearly silent exclamation from Brad.

He'd mentioned oral sex, but appeared to be in the process of exploring her body. She knew that would happen eventually, and she decided it might as well be now.

"Go ahead. Use both hands," she encouraged him.

He didn't need to hear it twice, and both of his hands were massaging her breasts and rubbing her nipples. Unlike Kat's nipples, which she had seen several times, Judy's were small but hard bumps. Brad seemed fascinated with them, though.

"Judy, you have to know that your breasts are nearly perfect. I think I could spend an hour just enjoying them." A pair of squeezes. "But oral sex was on the agenda, and I'm anxious to share that with you. How many times?"

How many times what? Of was it...?

"What?" she asked, a totally puzzled sound to her voice.

"How many times would you like to come?"

Judy was glad he couldn't see the look on her face. How many times? She'd never come more than once in a day. She had never even thought about more than once. She wasn't even sure it was physically possible.

Brad, noting the pause, tried to help her. "Unless we're doing a quickie, my wife always wants to come at least three times."

"Honestly, I don't know," she answered nervously, I've never come more than once." As she said that, Judy realized she was now discussing her orgasms with a stranger and began to blush. She was thankful for the darkness.

"Seven is her record, but she said she didn't want to try that again since she was a little sore for three or four days. But it's up to you."

Judy wasn't athletic or particularly competitive, but what he was subtly suggesting was far from what she was used to, and that was why the four of them were doing this. Come three times?" Would she be sore since she wasn't used to that? There was one way to find out.

I'll try to do three," she responded.

"Good," he said. "If you're like my wife, you'll go wild."

Wild? She'd always enjoyed orgasms, particularly since she'd married Chuck. She did herself some before that, but it was just to relax after a difficult day. The ones with Cnuck involved emotions and made them much more enjoyable. But what would three in a row be like? Would she go wild as Brad had suggested? That brought up a question.

"Are you talking three consecutive orgasms?"

"Yeah, non-stop."

It sounded impossible, but she said, "I'm ready," as she settled back into the couch. She wondered if she was really ready.

She felt Brad's hands on her thighs, spreading her legs. When they were spread to the point that she was used to, he didn't stop, lifting one of them onto the couch and twisting her sideways. She wasn't sure she could spread any further when she felt Brad's breath against her pussy. She moved her hands and rested them on his head as his tongue began probing her labia. Not only did it probe, it parted them, and before she knew it, his tongue had entered her vagina, small grunts sounding against her muff. Involuntary, her hips rose off the couch, pressing her pussy against his face. She'd been probed by Chuck's fingers and cock, but never his tongue.

That tongue was searching and found the now-swollen nub, drawing a moan from Judy. Brad obviously knew what he was doing, his fingers holding her labia apart, allowing his tongue to flick away at her clit. Her moans grew louder as all the strangeness of what was happening overwhelmed her, and the spasms began, electricity filling her body from head to toe. She'd never felt like that before, and when the last spasm ended, nothing changed. The sensations were still tearing through her body.

Brad's tongue was still in motion, as were Judy's hips, her breathing more rapid, the sounds from her throat louder than before. Suddenly his lips closed on her clit, sucking hard, his tongue rubbing its tip. In moments, she felt number two overtaking her. She locked her legs around his head, locking his face against her pussy. He didn't slow, and she felt the spasms beginning. Her moans approached screams as pulse after pulse tore through her body. She'd never orgasmed this hard before, and she wondered if her body could survive it.

Again, nothing stopped or changed when the second set of spasms ended, Brad's head still held in place by Judy's locked legs. She wasn't sure she could stand it, but she wasn't about to ask him to stop. Surprised, she found that Brad had more in store for her. She felt something moving through her labia and entering her, probably two of his fingers, that probed, twisted, and turned. He was a stranger playing inside her pussy and using his mouth to stimulate her to orgasm number three.

She'd been here only a short time, and she'd gone places she'd never imagined and was about to go to one more. She released his head and swung her leg over the back of the couch, which spread her as much as possible. When she did that, he added a third finger. She thought she might like this feeling to continue for another hour but knew that number three would be arriving soon.

Her crotch began its slow undulations, her open-mouth moans filling the darkness, and she felt her muscles tensing.

"Harder, Brad. Please. Harder." She wondered where those words had come from. They were miles beyond anything she'd ever said before. Chuck, would you like a blowjob? was as wild as she'd been.

Brad wasn't sure he could go any harder, but he did his best. Listening to Judy's reaction to what he was doing had him so excited that he could have listened to it for hours. His wife enjoyed her climax, but her responses were mostly smiles and barely audible murmurs. Maybe the harder she was referring to involved his fingers. He might be able to do that.

Whatever he was doing, Judy liked it, and it was accomplishing what she wanted it to. Her hips were moving as the third set of spasms of her day began. Her muscles tensed, the sensations radiating out from where Brad was working, and the sounds he loved began. Her hands were locked in his hair, holding him against her.

As the spasms ended, she was reminded of her orgasm experiences. Her first with Chuck on their wedding night had been fantastic, and she had formerly compared all others to that one. But she'd never experienced anything like today, and she was already wondering what it was that made the difference.

"Was three enough for you?" Brad asked, helping Judy lower her leg.

She sighed and chuckled. "I don't know what more than three might be like, but these three were beyond anything I could have imagined. "

"I haven't seen you, Judy, but the braille system I've used so far tells me you're a tall lady with a perfect figure. I can't believe I was this lucky."

She smiled. Maybe she could make him feel even better. Quickly, she pulled him backward and held him down.

"Judy?" he questioned. "What's going to happen?"

Her hand found his erection, and she squeezed it. "Maybe I'll see if I can make you come three times."

"Maybe three times in the three hours," he countered as she began playing with his erection.

She lowered her head, and the erection, a bit shorter than Chuck's, slowly disappeared into her mouth, barely bumping the back of her throat. Caressing it with her tongue as she slowly pulled off.

"If you have suggestions, just sound off."

"I suggest you just do more of what you started. Just thinking about that being done by a woman like you will make everything ten times better. "

Judy was quiet. Why not, she decided. She wasn't sure she'd meet his expectations, but it was worth a try.

"Let's pause for a moment. I have an idea." She heard him groan. "Don't worry, we'll get back to this." She kissed the head of his cock.

"What's your idea?"

"There have to be lights in the room. If you can find the switch, I'll cover my face, and you can turn the light on for ten seconds, but just ten seconds. Then we'll go on with our day."

"Oh my gosh, thank you."

She could hear him moving around, and in moments, he yelled.

"I found a switch. Are you ready?"

Judy could hear the excitement in his voice and covered her face. "I'm ready."

The light came on.

"Holy shit," Brad said very slowly."

Judy moved so that her breasts swung right and then left. A few seconds later, the light went out.

"Thank you," Brad said. "I totally underestimated your figure. "

"Brad, you're exaggerating, but it sounds nice."

"Which month will you be gracing the pages of Playboy?"

Judy could tell that Brad was back beside her, and she dropped to her knees. He helped her find what she was searching for and groaned louder than before. As she devoured his erection, he bent and began squeezing her breasts. In moments, he groaned loudly.

"Coming."

As she pulled off, she felt the first stream hit her face. Her hand took over, and two more streams hit her face, then several more on her breasts. The last bit dripped on her hand. But that still throbbing member went into her mouth again, and she tasted the final couple of drops, savoring the groan from Brad.

"I think you liked that, " she suggested.

"Like everything about you. And do you need a towel?"

"Are there towels here?" She had been told that about anything she'd need was in the room. Maybe Brad knew.

There are drawers here somewhere, and I bet they're by the bed. Now, to find the bed. Maybe I'll just turn the light on."

"Oh no. That was a one-time thing."

"Let me see if I can find the bed, then."

Judy heard him moving around the room, and she hoped he was able to find towels.

"I've found the bed," he said with a sexy little giggle. "And it feels like it's fully made and at least a queen-size."

"Are there any towels?"

"Ah, I found the table." He was silent. "Yep, towels. Say something so I can find you."

"I'm waiting for you, Bart. I need the towel." Judy was a shy person and was surprised at her ability to talk and toy with Brad. It was like the decision to come here and participate had somehow freed her from her inhibitions, and she was fully in with whatever happened and was even willing to be an instigator.

"Here ya go," he said from just inches away and pressed a towel against her.

"Thanks."

Judy carefully cleaned herself. The whole time she was doing it, Brad was gently rubbing her thigh.

"There. Now lead me to the bed."

Brad grabbed her hand, and they hands-and-knees across the floor to the bed. Both of them were aware that the bed was very appropriate for at least one more thing that might be in store for their day. Brad pushed the covers down, and they both climbed into the bed.

"I can't believe I'm in bed with a freaking Playboy model."

"I'm not a Playboy model."

"You look like one, and you're probably way nicer than any of them."

"Brad, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get into my pants. "

He laughed. "If you had any on, I would be."

"We still have two hours, I'm sure."

"I guess we'd better figure out how to fill the time."

Judy felt Brad's hand on her head, then move to her ear.

"Ears are fascinating," he said. "Hold still."

His body bumped against hers, and she could feel his breathing on her ear.

"Don't move," he cautioned again. "In this game, you're not allowed to move.

"What game?"

"You'll see."

She felt his lips on her ear, and he kissed it, murmuring softly as he did. Somehow, she knew what was coming next, and she wasn't certain she could hold still. His tongue gently touched her earlobe, then moved along her ear. She knew it was going to happen, and he was teasing her, tormenting her, actually, and she was getting goosebumps waiting for it to happen. His tongue slowly went into her ear, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming and jerking away.

"Good job," he whispered. "Now, the other one." He slid his body over hers as he moved to her other side.

His body sliding over hers was something she wasn't used to, and she could feel his cock on her belly, so close to where she knew it was destined to go. She was ready for a repeat of what had just happened.

"Oh, this is the sexy ear, and this will be fun.

Fun for who? she wondered as her ear felt his breathing once again. His tongue touched her earlobe and then plunged into her ear. She squealed and struggled to stay still as she felt his hand go between her legs and softly caress her. It felt so good that she relaxed her legs, giving him unrestricted access. Timed with his hand moving more rapidly, his tongue went to work on her ear again.

"Brad, I can't stand it," she gasped, but he didn't reply.

His tongue stopped, but his finger didn't, and Judy's hips lifted off the bed. Once more, his tongue was in her ear, Judy squealing but forcing herself to hold her head still. She realized that to get the pleasure, she had to endure the torment.

His tongue stopped, and so did the rubbing, but his finger entered her, causing her to moan softly. When the rubbing began, she was ready for the tongue, and her body twisted from the double stimulation. When it all stopped again, she decided that this sort of thing could work both ways.

Judy quickly raised herself and pushed Brad onto his back. She swung her leg over and was quickly straddling him, his erection trapped beneath her.

"What's going to happen now, Brad?" she whispered, sliding her pussy back and forth on his trapped penis.

"I know what I hope is going to happen," he said, his breathing deepening.

"Well, we'll see." Two more pussy rubs, and he groaned.

She put one hand against his chest, partly for support and partly to hold him in place. She raised her hips, took hold of his erection, and guided it to where they both wanted it to go. When it parted her labia, she lowered herself, the throbbing cock buried inside her. She didn't move.

"Aren't you going to do something?" he asked, breathing even more heavily.

"No hurry," she said. "You need to recover, and this feels nice." She stayed very still, both of her hands on his chest.

"Is this payback for the tongue thing? And if it's stiff enough to go in, it has recovered. "

"Do you think that deserves payback?"

"It's just something my wife likes to do, and I thought you might like it too."

She wasn't going to admit, at least right now, that she had eventually begun to enjoy it and wanted to see if they could enjoy something else of a similar nature. She lifted her hips and slowly lowered them, then did it once more.

"Judy?"

"I can't begin to tell you how good it feels with your dick filling me, and I just like sitting here/ and enjoying it."

Brad had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the feeling as well, but he wanted more. His hands were free, and he lifted them to her breasts, lifting and squeezing. Judy bent from the waist, rubbing them against his face.

"I have tiny nipples," she said, "but my friend who's here with me has gigantic long nipples. I bet you'd enjoy sucking on them."

"If you'd hold still, I'd suck on yours."

They were small but still large enough to suck on, and they were very firm when she was aroused. When his lips closed on her breast, she squeezed it with both hands, firming it drastically. From the sounds she was hearing, Brad was enjoying it.

Once more, she began very slowly moving her hips. Chuck did like having her on top and in control. This was her chance to be just that. So far, they'd kept their lips apart, but kissing had always been a big part of sex for her. She wondered what Brad's response would be. She straightened her back, causing him to release her breast. She held his face in both her hands and lowered her head until their lips met. In seconds, both tongues were in action, probing, exploring, and dancing together. With that happening, there was no way she could control her hips, and the slapping together of their bodies filled the room.

Brad's arms were around Judy's neck, holding their lips together. But there was something she had been encouraged to do by a friend. She had been timid about doing It with Chuck, but as wired up as she was with Brad, it might be the perfect time to try it.

"Are you ready to have me fuck your brains out, Brad?"

"I'm ready, and it's happening, and you're welcome to keep doing it until our time is up. Plus, I love it when you talk dirty. It surprised me," he added through his groaning.

"I'm on the pill, so you'd better fill me up. You sprayed all over my face, and tit's before, so this one needs to be better."

"Put one of those titles back in my mouth, and I'll come in thirty seconds. "

"No more tits. If you can't come from my banging, it's your bad luck."

It was less than thirty seconds when she sensed he was about to come. Her tongue went back to his open mouth, her mouth smothering his loud groans. But she could feel spasm after spasm as he orgasmed inside her. When he finished, she knew she needed his help, and quickly. He was merciful, and his finger had her moaning loudly in a very few minutes.

Brad lay down and pulled the covers over them.

"Don't want to get cold," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"My body temperature has to be a hundred and five," she replied as she felt his hand on her belly.

"Brad?"

"It's probably not part of what we're supposed to be doing, but I'm having trouble keeping my hands off of you."

"I think we're accomplishing what we're supposed to. I know I've been different from what I've ever been before."

"I'm happy that you've been different with me. "

"It's been fun, and I'm glad I did it." Judy moved slightly, and Brad's hand slipped into her muff.

"Have you ever considered shaving?"

"My husband would love it. But I'm afraid that it's high maintenance, which I don't want to have now."

"You'll probably have to shave for your Playboy shoot."

"I'm not even going to fuss with you. I've done this, but thinking about posing for Playboy, and then being seen by the whole world is totally overwhelming... and won't happen, no matter what."

"Too bad. I'd buy the magazine or whatever else your photos might be in."

"I appreciate that thought, but it won't cause me to change my mind."

"Too bad for me and the world. But, roll over."

"I'll probably be sorry for this." But she rolled onto her stomach. "I know," she said and spread her legs.

Brad took his time kissing and squeezing her butt cheeks. "Fantastic ass," he echoed several times. Finally, he began. His fingers entered her and came out soaked with her juices and his cum. He spread it liberally over the puckered place between her cheeks.

"Bart, is what I think is going to happen really going to happen?"

"I doubt it's ever happened before."

"It's something I never dreamed would happen to a shy girl like me."

"It'll just be a sample, but you'll know."

Another dip of his fingers, and he deposited the lube on the rosebud. "Okay, he said, "just relax. I think they got you ready before you came to the room."

"They did, but it was a just-in-case thing. I never thought that just-in-case would apply to me."

"Partly, maybe. Just relax and see."

He pressed his finger again on that special place, and on the second push, his finger went in to the first knuckle. He removed it, gathered more lubrication, and pushed again.

"Relax," he said, using his other hand to gently rub her clit.

"Not fair," she murmured as his finger was in to the second knuckle. Another set of rubs to her clit, and it was in as far as it was going to go. In a moment, he began moving his finger in and out very slowly. But he was curious.

"Well?" he asked quietly.

Judy was quiet. She'd heard of anal and couldn't imagine ever actually trying any form of it, and what was happening now was almost embarrassing. But this was Brad, and she'd never see him again. She bit her lower lip.

"Do that some more," she said quietly.

He remembered something the people had told him before he'd come to the room.

"Don't move," he said as he removed his finger and moved to the edge of the bed. He opened the top drawer of the stand and found the plastic tube. Straddling her again, he opened the tube and squirted some of the contents onto the place where his finger had been. He coated his finger, then pressed it slowly home again.

"That feels so different," she said softly. "Am I supposed to like this?"

"I don't think there's a yes or no to that. Just like sex, some people would do it constantly if they could, and others don't seem to be much interested. I think your hubby might be interested in hearing what you've just said to me."

"Oh my gosh." She was silent for a moment as his finger continued to work. "I guess if I can say it to you, I can say it to him. That's why we decided to do this. And you can stop if you'd like to."

"Another minute," he said, and Judy smiled in the darkness.

When the minute had passed, he found the towel that had been left beside the bed and used it on Judy's ass.

"I'm afraid our three hours are just about finished," he said, a note of dejection in his voice.

"I was thinking the same thing. What do you think about our time together?"

"Well, I've learned a few things and would like to share them with my wife. How about you?"

"Oh my gosh. This time has just proved what the four of us only speculated about in our talk. I think it will make some changes in how we live our lives."

"Particularly at bedtime?"

"Yes, very much so. And I think I've realized that all of these things don't have to happen just at bedtime. I'll be much more reactive to feelings and desires and will make things happen spontaneously, even if there's a danger of being caught."

"Well, I've just spent three hours with this Playboy model (snort from Judy), and she's treated me like I was Mr. Hot. Does wonders for my ego. Plus, that ten seconds with the light on will stay with me forever."

"I guess I've always doubted myself, and all of your talk has made me wonder. I'm going to do some more thinking, and I suspect that my husband will enjoy his slightly changed wife."

"Give me a hug, and we'll be on our way then. If you decide to stay tomorrow, I may spot you at breakfast, but I won't speak to you."

"I don't know. My friend and I will talk about tomorrow."

They hugged, Brad being sure to squeeze her breasts against his chest.

"Bye now," both said and went searching for their door.

Judy found hers and opened it a crack. The hallway outside was dark. She slipped through the door and into the hall. As she quickly dressed, she could hardly wait to find Kat. They had some sharing and talking to take care of.

~~~

"You must have been having a good time," Judy said with a giggle. "You used the whole three hours.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

Judy giggled again. "Three minutes at the most."

When they were both seated, they just looked at each other.

"Where do we start?"

"Probably not here in the cafeteria. There are benches outside, or we can walk and talk if you'd like."

They both stood and crossed the cafeteria to the outside doors. Once there, they found a picnic table which seemed to remind both of them of something.

Judy giggled for a third time. "I'm hungry and didn't even notice it I was so anxious to talk with you."

"Me too. Let's grab something to eat."

Five minutes later, they returned with their grilled chicken salads and packets of vinaigrette dressing.

"Are we silly?" Kat asked, "to insist on this low-calorie dressing. I think I'd love to have Ranch or Blue Cheese."

"Oh my gosh. I have to keep my figure," Judy said with a grin.

"Does that have to do with the last three hours?"

"A little. Once the guy I was with had touched me, maybe explored me would be a better description; he talked about that all the time. Several times, he said I should be a Playboy model. He was so transfixed with it that I broke the rules, I think."

"Broke the rules?"

"I covered my face and let him turn on the light for ten seconds so he could actually see me."

"Well, Judy, you do have one heck of a body, so I'm sure he enjoyed that."

"I think so. What about you?"

"I was amazed at some of the things I was willing to do. It's going to change things at home, I'm sure."

"Same here. Have you thought about the fact that our husbands will be here in two weeks doing what we've just done?"

"Or more."

"Does it seem odd that they'll be with a strange woman who's willing to do things we can't even imagine?" Judy was thinking of the guy she'd been with.

Or, they could be with women like us who don't know much of anything about sex."

"And they'll explore the new things together like I bet both of us have done."

"Which brings up a question. Do you want to stay tomorrow and try again?"

"I think parts of me might be sore tomorrow, so I wouldn't mind going home tonight. Plus, today was so pleasant, I don't want to take a chance of spoiling it."

"Amen to the sore part. I'm good. And if we're still curious, we can come back again next year," Kat said in agreement. "Then we won't be looking around in the cafeteria, trying to figure out which guy we were with, even though mine would be easy to spot."

"How's that?"

"Big guy and all muscle."

Judy snorted. "Probably big somewhere else, too. Right?"

The pink cheeks on Kat told Judy she was right.

"My guy was just a regular guy, so I'd have trouble spotting him."

"If we went to the cafeteria, there'd probably be a half dozen guys wishing they'd been with you."

"Kat, don't start. I've just had three hours of that."

"Did he convince you?"

"A little, I guess. At one point, I told him that I thought he just wanted to get into my pants, and that was a good laugh for both of us."

"He'd probably already been there."

"I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter. I'm sure Mr. Muscles thought you were cute and was quickly in your pants, as well."

"What would you call quickly?"

They both laughed at that.

Judy cleared her throat. "Let me ask you if I'm one-up on you. There are two places down there for action. Do you use both of them?"

"Did you?" was the quick reply.

"I asked first."

Kat sighed. "Yes, I did.

"Me too. It was just a sampling, as my guy put it, but it will surprise Chuck.

"And Randy, as well, and mine was like that, too. Mr. Muscles agreed I should save that for my husband."

Their salads finished, they decided to make the arrangement to leave that night, satisfied that they had accomplished what they'd set out to do and sure that on the plane ride home, they'd be sharing vivid details of each other's three hours.