A Religous Experience Ch. 01

This story is a little longer than my previous ones. Let me know what you think. As the title may have suggested, religion does come up as part of the plot. I hope no one finds it offensive. All characters are 18 years of age or over and are not based on actual people, living or dead, in this world or the next.

A Religious Experience Chapter 1

I was tired, so tired. I had felt like this for way too long. I had finally reached the point where I was tired of BEING tired. Looking at my face in the bathroom mirror didn't make me feel any better. I hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in 22 months, and I spoke out loud to my reflection the way I had each morning for the last month.

"Today is the day to change. Find something to be happy about and build from that, you need to get your ass in gear."

Now I had to find something to be happy about. I chose that moment to look down at my morning wood pitching a tent under my T-shirt and baggy boxers. It was loud and proud, and it had reasons for both. Not bad for a guy turning 58 in a couple of months. When my future wife first saw me sans pants, she told me I was "blessed." She was referring to the porn star sized slab of meat that swayed between my thighs. While it's magnificent when stiff, I love how it feels when it's soft. You have heard of the guy who's a "grower, not a shower?" I'm the opposite. My cock hangs long and thick when I am soft (which is not often) but only grows about two inches or so and slightly thicker when it hardens.

Ever since I was a teenager, I have loved the weight of it as it swings back and forth inside my pants. I was kind of an introvert when I was younger, so it could be embarrassing for me to shower in gym class. At first, I looked upon it as a curse, having to constantly find ways to hide it from prying eyes. It wasn't until later that I discovered what joy it could bring both to yours' truly and the world at large.

I glanced up at the mirror again and decided it was time to brush my teeth. My gaze fixed on the pink handled toothbrush beside mine in the holder. She had been gone for the last twenty-two months and three days and I still hadn't been able to toss it in the trash. It's not like she would ever use it again, no matter how much I might want it to happen. The crash caused by the drunk driver that took her life had ended everything in mine.

I remember the first cop telling me there had been an accident involving my wife. That was NO fucking accident. When you drive to a bar, drink twelve Jack and Coke and two shots of Tio's, get in your brand new F350 to try to drive home, what happens is no accident. You knew you were going to drink. You had no intention of catching a ride share, calling a sober friend, grabbing a cab, or even hopping on a fucking bus. For Christ's sake, he drove the wrong way on the off-ramp, accelerating to 60 mph before he met her Mini Cooper coming down that same ramp. Martha loved that car, but she never stood a chance. It literally exploded.

The bastard cried at his sentencing. I have tried to forgive, but I don't think it is in me. That was last month and while he is going to spend the next twenty years in jail for Intoxication Manslaughter, the max he could receive in Texas, it doesn't bring her back. Life sucks, then you die. Shit happens. It still hurts.

"Today's the day. I am going to get my shit together." How much longer can I hide? It was time. Reaching towards the holder, I pulled out Martha's brush and looked at it. The bristles were dry, but it was probably one of the last things she touched before she headed out that afternoon to the county hospital to cover the evening shift for a friend.

It was time. I placed it gently in a plastic bag, tied it off and threw the bag in the trash can. One more part of her gone.

An hour later my phone rang.

"Hey Ezra. Look, sorry I didn't call back. Been kind of busy" I said.

"Like the hundred other times I've called and left messages. Remember who you're talking to brother."

"Yeah, I've been a bad friend, I know. It's been tough, but I've decided it's time to reenter society."

"That is the best news I've heard in a long time! Suzanne will be so happy. Amy and Zack, too. We've all missed you. Charlie, you're family and you've been gone too long."

"Thanks for not giving up on me. So, what can I do to disappoint you today?" I replied.

"Well, answering the phone shows real progress, so let's up the ante. Let's try you coming over for dinner tonight, say around 7 PM? Suzanne is fixing that pot roast you love. It'll be just the three of us. Amy and Zack already had plans they couldn't break, but we can get with them next week.

"Sounds great, bud. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just you if that's not asking too much."

"See you tonight, Ezra." I said before hanging up.

I arrived at Ezra and Suzanne's place right at 7 PM. Since high school, Ezra has been my closest friend. He met Suzanne when we were in college together and the two had been inseparable ever since. I had been dating Martha since high school and she and Suzanne immediately became best friends.

Ezra greeted me at the door.

"Damn, it's good to see you!" the tall black man said, hugging me tightly. "We missed you so much, it was scary."

"I'm still a little iffy, but I'm feeling much better since last month. I decided it was time for a change."

"Good to hear. You plan on going back to work? Maybe buy the business back?"

"Naw, that all ended with the crash. Sold everything and made a buttload of cash. For now, at least, I am going to just do what I want. Maybe travel, see some sights. Try to enjoy an early retirement."

"If anyone deserves it, you do. Come along, food's ready."

I walked into the dining room as Suzanne set the pot roast on the table.

"There he is the love of my life! How have you been sweetie?"

"Doing better seeing you! How's my girl?" I said as Suzanne gave me a tight hug and a brief kiss on the lips.

"You look better. You had us worried. I'm glad to see you out and about"

Suzanne was wearing a knee-length blue cotton sleeveless sun dress that went down to her knees. Her large dark brown breasts swelled out of its modest V-neck. Her slim legs in three-inch heels brought us nearly eye to eye.

"I see you have a new shorter hair style; I like it" I said.

"You like my grey hair? I was thinking I should color it, so I don't look so old. What do you think?"

"I love it. Suzanne, you will never be old to me. Still as sexy as the day we met."

"And you are still a charmer." She chuckled. "I have missed this. Never mind me, grab a seat and dig in. I made plenty."

It felt so good to be with my friends again, enjoying a good meal and talking about what we had been up to. It is hard for me to hide when I am around them. Suzanne was great at pulling me out of the shell I had been living in for far too long.

After dinner we cleaned up the table before moving to the den to continue the evening. I sat beside Suzanne on the couch while Ezra sat in his favorite recliner.

Ezra said, "I wanted to let you know that Suzanne and I are headed back to that Jamaican resort you liked so much. Amy and Zack are coming too. You should join us, if you feel up for it."

"I don't know Ez, I would feel like a fifth wheel with everyone paired up."

"Now Charlie, you have never been nor will you ever be a fifth wheel, if there is such a thing." Suzanne said. "We are all family. You and Martha loved going and she would want you to be there with us."

"I don't know. Maybe if I brought someone, but I haven't considered another relationship. Hasn't even been on the radar."

"Even if you don't find someone before we go, you KNOW we would never leave you out." Suzanne said, running her hand along my thigh from my bare knee slowly to just before my crotch.

"I would be looking forward to that no matter who I was with. I've missed the intimacy we all shared. That was an important part our lives." I said as I covered and squeezed her hand.

Suzanne smiled. "I am so glad to hear that, and I know Amy will be too. We all love our special relationship with one another, as did Martha. She was the sweetest tasting piece of fruit a man or woman could ever try."

"That she was" I said, "if we could only have cloned her, we would have made a fortune."

"Ain't that the truth." Suzanne laughed gently, "Make it happen then. Ez will send you the details, and you get to working on adding someone special to the group."

Ezra said, "Charlie, I might be able to help with that. Remind me before you leave."

"Sounds good. I guess I should probably be going. It's nearly 8:30, so it's getting close to your bedtime, isn't it?" I joked.

"Charlie, are you telling me that after being away from us for so long, you just want to up and leave? Even worse you throw out those old folks' comments like they make perfect sense." Suzanne chided me.

Ezra laughed, "Well, baby, the "Price is Right" IS on at 10, and we don't want to miss that!"

"Ezra Perkins, if you and your so-called friend would rather watch the "Price is Right" than spit roast me, like the young studs I thought you were, you just turn on that TV and settle down for the night." Suzanne said as she stood and began walking down the hall to the guest bedroom, her tight ass moving under her dress like a couple of rambunctious puppies in a burlap sack.

"You up for it, stud?" Ezra laughed.

"Been a while, but I think I can remember what to do." I said as we began walking down the hall behind Suzanne. Her slow walk, the swaying of her hips, and the clicking of her heels on the wood floor was awakening a monster.

Suzanne flipped the light switch on and stepped to the end of the big four poster bed.

"Lotta great memories in this room" she said.

"True." Ezra said, and I had to agree; not just with the four of us, but with Amy and Zack too.

"Take those clothes off and have a seat, Charlie." Suzanne said, "With a little luck, I can get all of us off before NCIS is over."

I took less time getting my clothes off, than I did putting them on this morning, then sat my bare ass on the edge of the bed facing Suzanne.

"Unzip me Ez and help me get out of this" Suzanne said. As Ezra pulled the zipper down her back, Suzanne folded her shoulders forward, letting the dress fall to the floor, leaving her in a white demi-bra and thong, with a decorative garter at the top of her thigh high stockings. Seeing the contrast between her skin color and the white of her underwear caused my cock to extend to its full length and girth. She then flipped the front clasp of her bra, popping it open, and letting her bra join her dress in a pile on the floor.

"DAMN! I know it has been a while, and no offense, but I don't remember them being that spectacular!" I exclaimed.

Spotting that pair of 38 Ds on such a slender figure have caused weaker men to collapse to the floor in a shivering glutinous mass. My cock began to sway like a divining rod, searching for moisture.

"They had better be" She replied, "Last year we spent ten grand getting them lifted back where they belong in anticipation of your return. I need you to prove it was worth it."

Keeping her heels on, Suzanne stood with her legs wider than shoulder width, swaying her hips and breasts side to side in front of me. I put my hands on her hips, pulling her sweet flesh towards my open mouth. I felt her shiver as we went skin to skin, my tongue searching for a long hard nipple, and my hands finding her tight round ass cheeks.

I left a wet trail across her skin before finally locating the long nearly black nub on her right breast. I took it gently between my teeth and stretched it out from the aureola.

"Fuck baby, you haven't lost a step." She sighed.

I brought the entire nipple and aureola into my mouth as I increased the pressure, sucking it harder. Suzanne straddled my thigh, pressing her thong covered slit onto my kneecap, rubbing it up and down against my skin. I removed her nipple for a moment to watch her ride on my leg. The gusset of her thong was soaked, juices leaking down both of our thighs while the cloth was sliding into her wet hole.

Suzanne reached out and took possession of my cock, rising, then bending at the waist as she brought its purple head to her lips. She moaned as the plum shaped cap worked its way slowly between her lips, causing a vibration I could feel down to my swollen balls.

I looked past Suzanne's back to see Ezra shedding his clothes. His 8 1/2 inch rod was throbbing, precum pouring down its length. Walking up behind Suzanne Ezra placed a hand firmly on each hip. He then slipped a finger through the string on each side of her thong, peeling them down her legs. The soaked fabric stuck to her skin as he dragged them downward.

"Baby is in heat tonight!" Ezra exclaimed.

Suzanne paused long enough to take the head out of her mouth and say, "On fire sweetie... I need ya'll to hose me down."

As Suzanne's tongue wrapped around my shaft, I used my fingers to clamp onto both nipples, rolling and pulling them. The vibrations from her throat were stronger now, making my balls tingle in their sack. She tried to force as much of me in as she could, while beginning frantic up and down movements on my cock.

The "Glug, Glug, Glug..." sound reverberated throughout the room. I felt rather than saw Ezra rubbing his cock head up and down Suzanne's slit, coating it in her juices. As he entered her, she pushed her hips back, demanding he sheath his length inside her.

Ezra and I worked as a team to bring Suzanne the bliss she craved. Soon the sounds of Ezra's hips striking Suzanne's glutes joined the sounds of my cock forcing its way down her throat. I felt her throat massaging the head and shaft while Ezra continued to slam into her, putting her on her toes with each thrust.

She came hard, squirting steady streams of liquid onto the bedroom floor. Even with my cock halfway down her throat, I could hear her scream. Ezra began taking short, hard upward stabs into her cunt. It forced Suzanne to pull my cock out of her throat so she could breathe.

"EHHHHHHHHHHH... EEEEEHHHHHHHH... FUCK MY WET PUSSY... RIGHT THERE, OHHHHHHHHH..."

One climax led straight to another, before Ezra returned to a slow shallow thrust, going in only a few inches from the entrance.

"Ohhhh, baby... everyday you remind me why I married you..." Suzanne said, before returning her mouth to my dick.

Suddenly, Suzanne pulled her mouth completely off, looked over her shoulder and called, "Swap places, studs. I want Ezra to cum in my mouth and Charlie in my pussy."

While Suzanne stood swaying on her three-inch heels at the end of the bed, Ezra and I swapped places.

Looking over her shoulder as she took her husband's still hard cock in her hands, Suzanne whispered, "Start slow sweetie, it's been a while since anything that big has been up there. Once my cunt adjusts, ram it hard until its home. I want us to all cum together; make this a special one."

I rubbed the plum shaped head up and down her gaping hole, adding to the wetness from Suzanne's expert cock sucking skills. Moaning loudly, Suzanne immediately deepthroated her husband, his cock sliding down her throat until her lips kissed the hairless base.

I slipped my cock head in her opening and paused, giving her the time she needed to adjust, before beginning my first slow thrust. The feeling was exquisite and one I realized had been missing for far too long. Now that I was inside her tight passage, I worried that what Suzanne started with her mouth would force me across the finish line way too soon. It was taking all my strength to stem the explosion before Suzanne and Ezra were ready.

Suzanne readily adapted to the new intruder, driving back to meet my forward motion. Her ass shook like a Jello Mould sitting on a plate, my every movement causing the walls of her pussy to ripple along my entire pole. My balls were tightening and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. When I was sure I couldn't go on a pleasant memory resurfaced with an idea to save the day.

Raising my right hand off Suzanne's hip, I brought the palm down on her ass cheek with a resounding crack. Suzanne had just the tip of Ezra's knob in her mouth and was using both hands in a corkscrew motion on his shaft when I struck. In one fluid motion, her mouth slid all the way to the base as she applied massive suction, her throat tightly massaging his meat from base to tip.

The first slap worked so well, I quickly followed up with a second. Without my knowledge, Suzanne had been teasing Ezra's O-Ring off and on with the tip of her index finger. With his cock down her throat, Suzanne took advantage of again having a free hand to shove her wet index finger up Ezra's ass to the third knuckle, causing a cascading effect.

First Ezra's surprised scream changed to a deep moan as a stream of cum rocketed up his shaft heading at warp speed for the exit.

Second, as my palm met skin, I used my hard cock to lift her off her feet, ramming my cock deep in her snatch in a corkscrew motion. This triggered another squirting climax, Suzanne's scream joining that of Ezra.

Ever hear of something called "Rolling Thunder?" It happens when sound waves from lightning ricochet off the ground and layers of air causing a long, rumbling sound. Now replace the ground with a fine, tight, soaked pussy, and that slap causes a wave effect from the back to the front and back again along your cock. The resulting tight, involuntary massage pushed me over the edge. My response was much more civilized than that of my friends. More of a horny moose cow moan, one deep continuous drawn-out noise, which is about as sexy as it sounds.

Since I had been ignoring my sexual health for nearly two years, I was pretty backed up. With Suzanne doing Kegels on my cock, my jism flew out at supersonic speed, power washing her insides. We were a tight fit to begin with and there was insufficient space for both a gallon of cum and a pint of Suzanne's juices to coexist. That excess was forced out, splashing on the floor, further ruining what appeared to be new wood flooring.

Suzanne was a disaster. Her beautifully styled hair was now sweat plastered to her skull. Ezra had to help her off his cock before she choked to death. Suzanne and Martha had once joked that choking on cock was their chosen method of assisted suicide; still, it would be a tough one for us to explain to the authorities. I tried to pull out, but Suzanne clamped down again, chanting "no, no, no." I held her hips to prevent her from falling over but with the slick floor, was having my own balance problems.

I was worried Ezra was going to have to spray us with the garden hose to get Suzanne to let go, but he gradually talked her down. Pulling out caused the remaining liquid to run down our legs and join the puddle on the floor. I helped to pull her wet limp form onto the bed while Ezra stepped into the guest bath for a stack of towels to clean up the mess. The stench of sex was heavy in the air.

An exhausted Suzanne rolled over to face me. She was struggling to keep her eyes open but had a smile on her face.

"You know you really are family. You're the brother I never had. I've really missed you."

"You know that makes this incest, right?"

"Umm... Makes me horny just thinking about it. Next time, you call me sis and I'll call you bro."

"Sure, but don't call me Daddy, that just seems creepy." I replied, but she was already asleep.

Ezra was back quickly and we wiped Suzanne down, placing a towel under her to sop up the liquid still leaking from her gaping opening. Keeping her on the towel, we moved Suzanne to the pillows and slipped her under the sheets. We then wiped down the floor and our own bodies.

"You're welcome to use the shower." Ezra said.

"It's ok, I'm dry now. I can shower when I get home. I kinda like the smell; it's been a while."

"Too long without you." Ezra said as we both got dressed and returned to the dining room.

"I think you're right. I was worried that being away so long would have hurt what helped make our relationship special. I'm glad I was wrong."

"You know, we've been in the Lifestyle together for over 30 years now. I've never had any regrets. Suzanne says she feels the closest when we play together, and I agree. I guess we have Martha to thank for that."

"Yeah, 30 years... who'd a thunk it." I said, "Remember the night in the cabin, Zack had just introduced us to Amy. Martha started the conversation and Suzanne and Amy just ran with it. Neither of us had the guts to bring up something like that before. Martha may be gone but we are all still together."

"No jealousy, no lies. I think the ability to be honest about your desires with the people you care about most, knowing you are supported and won't be judged, is the best part." Ezra said, "Want a beer."

"Sure, but I shouldn't stay long, "The Price is Right" is on in a half hour or so." I replied.

When Ezra returned from the kitchen, along with our beers, he was carrying a laptop.

"Let me show you something. A friend told me about a website he used to meet his latest girlfriend. He's about our age, not in the lifestyle or anything, as far as I know." He said, "Anyway, the site is called, "A New Love."

"What's the difference between it and all those other sites?"

"Well, a few things. Many of the ones for people our age block sexual statements. They allow things like gay and lesbian, but not bisexual, swinging, polyamory, or open relationships. This one allows all those and more. You can also include partially nude photos, which might help you, what with that ugly mug of yours."

"Lucky you have Suzanne, or you would be all alone." I replied.

"Got that right! There is a monthly fee that you can cancel at any time, and they don't charge to respond to messages, even after your subscription ends. Member age range is 40+. Seemed like a good deal, so I signed you up."

"Hold on, Ez, I'm not sure I'm ready for this."

"That's why I signed you up. Charlie, you're still a young healthy man, and you just proved you still have a strong sex drive. We can't let you waste away."

"I don't think 58 is young. Can't I just borrow Suzanne occasionally, to relieve the pressure?"

"You know the rules. While Suzanne and Amy would love to help, we never play alone. We are all still planning on working for a little longer and can't drop what we are doing every day so you can release that nervous energy, we'd never get anything done."

"I know the rules, remember, I helped write them. I would never impose on our relationship like that. I was kidding. I know you're right. I need to find someone who is into the lifestyle who meshes with everyone. I don't think I can live any other way. I would miss the freedom it gives."

"That is why I got you on this site. You avoid wasting time with someone who will never understand how you feel. If you went to a normal site, you might go out five times a week and never get a second date, once you talk about the things you 're into. There're a lot of dishonest people out there. This lets you lay everything out before you even make contact. They like what they read, they click on the heart, if they are totally opposed, they can block you by clicking on the prohibition sign here. You can rate each other, even if you don't work out and leave polite reviews. What do you say?"

"What do I have to do?"

"Not much really. I filled in all the right tags and added a photo from a couple of years ago. You still look about the same, if not a little thinner. I wrote a short, friendly statement that says what you're looking for and should catch their eye. You can include a cell number and off-site email that someone can only access with your explicit permission. I wrote down your username and password on this Post-It note. All that is really left is to activate the profile. You will get notifications when people "heart" you, block you, or you have a message. You decide from there. No rush, but it would be nice if you could bring someone with you to Jamaica in two months."

"You are one pushy son-of-a-bitch, Ez." I said as I hit the submit button. "There you are. I guess now we just wait?"

Ezra closed the laptop. "You might not have to wait long. My friend started meeting people within a couple of days. He said he couldn't believe how many horny women are out there of our age, but to be careful of the crazies."

"Crazies?"

"Yeah, they come across as normal but pull all sorts of shit. He said he went out with one who let him do anything he wanted to her except d-in-the-p but wouldn't do anything for him until he agreed to marry her. That was on the third date. Said it was like he was still in high school. One sexted him and asked for nude photos but refused to speak on the phone or meet up. He thought it was probably a dude. Good news is they keep in touch."

"I bet they do." I said, getting up from the chair. "Thanks for everything and tell Suzanne thanks, too. I really needed that, not just the sex, but the love. I feel 100% better."

"I'll let her know. I think we'll just sleep in the guest room. She'll be ready to go again by the time "The Price is Right" ends. No use having to wash more sheets than need be."

"Oh, that reminds me. Sorry about the floor. Hope it doesn't warp. If you need help repairing it, just let me know."

"It's all good. Last year we replaced the guest room floor with ceramic tiles that look just like wood. Pretty much matches what we have everywhere else. Very low maintenance. I'll scrub it down tomorrow and air out the room. It will be ready next time you come to visit. Don't be a stranger."

Less than twenty minutes later, I was home propped up in bed with the TV on when the notification chime went off on my watch.

"You've received a heart from Rachel2918 on 'A New Love."

"Wow that didn't take long."

I opened the site on my laptop and entered my username and password from the note Ezra gave me. He was nice enough to make the password something I would remember. I clicked on the message beside her name to open her profile.

"Holy shit! Ezra better not be 'Catfishing' me."

The profile photo was of a strikingly beautiful woman with long dark red hair with golden highlights. Her blue eyes looked strangely sad, innocent, with long curling lashes. A thin neck led down to her shoulders.

I clicked on the folder for additional photos and found four. In all of them, she was outside wearing similar plain cotton ankle length dresses. They covered everything from her neck to her toes, except for the arms. In each she wore a little white skull cap. Jewish, maybe? I didn't know if the women wore skull caps. Maybe Amish or JW?

The second photo provided a side view where she was standing with her back straight and a gentle smile on her face wearing a tight blue dress. The collar of the dress came up near her throat, but there was no hiding her assets. The prominent swell of her breasts was difficult to hide; she was much more than a handful.

In the final photo, she was turning away from the camera, gazing off into the distance. All the dresses were tight about the waist and clung to the lower part of the body. Her tight bubble butt held the cloth firmly against her skin.

I checked the information on the profile, and her age was listed as 52, two-years younger than Amy. She looked much younger.

My profile said, "Widow looking for the right woman with whom to share a long-term open relationship."

Rachel2918's statement was, "Divorced. With God, All Things are Possible." That was well, unexpected. During the last 30-years, our group had shared, shall we say, quality time with plenty of devout Christian couples. Even those who I knew well, never brought up religion. They understood that religion was considered personal and could cause some in our social circle to feel uncomfortable. If asked, they were happy to share; if not they respected the feelings of the group. I am not religious, but I am not anti-religious either. If you are happy and you don't bother people once they say they are not interested, then I am fine. Just don't knock on my door when I'm watching the Aggies play.

I opened her message. It was a simple, "Hi." Reading the FAQ for the site, they recommended if you wanted a response, to add substance to the message. "Hi" and similar short answers were more likely to be ignored.

I looked again at her profile. The information was sparse.

Occupation secretary. Pets-dogs. Good answer, I love dogs. No children. Same here. Hobbies: reading and music. I read books and like music.

I continued to stare at the photos. She has got to know I am looking for someone to share the lifestyle with; the tags are on my profile.

Things are not always as they seem. Perhaps she's recently divorced, nervous about dating but wants to try something new.

She couldn't have missed the tags or not understood my profile statement, could she?

I couldn't take my eyes off her profile photo. Striking is a word you couldn't overuse when describing Rachel2918.

What the hell, what is the worst thing that can happen? She realizes her mistake and we say our goodbyes. Maybe, just maybe I am just what she's looking for. It could happen. Of more likely she is a dude who will talk me into sending him dick pics.

I clicked on the return arrow to respond.

"Hi back at you. Just relaxing after an enjoyable evening with old friends. You?" Send.

Well, that was easy. Maybe I'll hear something by tomorrow.

Ding.

That was quick.

"Charlie590, if is so nice to meet you! I really like your profile photo. Not to be too forward, but you have a very nice face. I notice in your profile it says you are retired. You seem too young to not be working."

Really? I don't think that saying I have a nice face is being forward. Now if you said I had a nice package, that might be a little forward.

"Well, I appreciate your saying that, you are not being forward at all. I can say the same about you. Your hair is gorgeous! You should wear it down all the time like in your profile photo. As to not working, after my wife passed, I sold my electrical business and took some time off. I will probably stay retired for the foreseeable future, do some traveling. What about you? I saw you like music. Do you have a favorite band, song?"

That should keep things non-threatening.

"You are so nice! My friend said the same thing about my hair," she said. I detected a hint of embarrassment, but also a bit of pride in my compliment. "As to a band "Newsboys" are good. My favorite is "Third Day." I love their song "Cry out to Jesus". Who do you like? What's your favorite song?"

Never heard of them. Don't think we are on the same page when it comes to music.

"Anything by AC/DC or Aerosmith. Oh, and Alice Cooper's early albums like "Billion-Dollar Babies"; "School's Out" was the end of school song when I was a kid. George Thoroughgood. "If you don't start drinkin', I'm gonna leave" and "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" are fun. Anything with a beat. I'm easy."

Ding

"Afraid I'm not familiar with any of the groups or songs you mentioned."

Ding

"I hope I don't sound too boring. I have never done this sort of thing before. A girl at work suggested I try this site. You are the first person I have hearted."

"Well, I am glad to be your first! I'm new to this, too. My wife died nearly two years ago, and I have been laying low ever since. Like you, a friend set me up on this site."

Ding

"I am sorry for your loss. Remember, God only gives us what we can handle. I am sure she is in a better place."

What the fuck? How can she know what I can handle or where Martha is? Why didn't God take the drunk instead of her? Her place should be here, nowhere else!

I wrote three responses and erased each one. Finally, I sent: Thanks. It's getting late, I think I'll grab some shut eye. Take care.

I stared at the TV, trying to cool down. It wasn't her fault, she thought she was being nice. I guess some things are still too raw.

Ding.

"Charlie"

"Rachel"

Ding

"I hope I didn't offend you. I can't say I know what you are going through, as I never lost someone I loved. Please forgive me. When I said this is new to me, I wasn't just talking about this site, I was talking about the act of dating. I have never dated anyone in my life, before or since my divorce."

"I find that hard to believe. A woman as lovely as you must have had all sorts of men chasing her. I will admit I became irritated after what you said, but I realized I was overreacting. I'm still angry about the whole situation involving her death. She was killed by a drunk driver, and I find it difficult to understand how something like that could happen to such a beautiful person. I'll be fine. You don't need me to, but I forgive you."

Ding

"My work friend warned me to be careful with what I say. I understand that not everyone believes as I do, and it can make some people uncomfortable. I will try to be more careful. My friend always says, "you be you."

Ding

"I am not lying when I say I never dated. I met my husband at my family's church when I was 14, and we married when I turned 18. I started sleeping in the guest house ten years ago and I waited to see if he would have a change of heart. Circumstances changed two years ago, I filed for divorce, and now here I am."

"Well, 18 might have been little young to get married. My wife and I met in high school but didn't marry until we graduated from college at 22. That even felt a little early at the time. It all worked out. I am sorry you didn't have better luck."

Ding

"Charlie, I was 18 when we married but Reverand Jacob was 32 and very mature. My parents were happy that he showed an interest in me. I'm afraid I had started to act up a little and talk back at home. Reverand Jacob became a mentor and later my husband. Our marriage ended because of me, and I feel lost because of it. I just believe if I had been a better wife, he would still be here."

HOLY SHIT, how old was he when they met? Something's not right.

"Rachel, we just met and you don't need to tell me anything you don't want to. Saying that, if you want to talk about it, you can. You can even call me, if you like. I won't mind."

Ding

Her message had her number.

"I would like that."

I was seeing a red flag with the word "Crazy" in white letters on it, but I couldn't help myself. Every time I tried to back off or log out, my eyes returned to her profile photo. I had to know if she was real.

I dialed her number and Rachel answered on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Rachel, it's Charlie. Is everything ok."

"Charlie, I am sorry to be a bother so late. I really don't have anyone to talk to, and you seemed so nice. I'll understand if you decide to hang up. I must seem like a crazy person."

Her voice was so smooth, sensual without meaning to be. I could feel myself begin to harden as she talked.

"That's ok Rachel. I'm happy to listen. So, why do you think you're the reason he left?"

"Well... I... we... had tried to have a child as soon as we got married. As much as we tried, I could never get pregnant. Being barren, I knew I let Reverand Jacob down when he wanted a child so bad. He said God wanted us to be fruitful and bring forth children who could help him better serve the church."

"Rachel, not every couple can have kids. Some shouldn't have any. Martha was in a similar situation to yours; she was unable to conceive. We loved each other and adjusted to make a fulfilling life for ourselves. What did the doctor say? Did you try invitro or any other methods?

"I never talked to a doctor about it. I knew it must be me, because Reverand Jacob' doctor told him it wasn't his fault."

"So, were you with him when he was tested? How can you be sure it was you and not him?"

"No, I was not with him, but why would Reverand Jacob lie?"

"Can you do me a favor and not call your husband "Reverand Jacob?" Maybe just call him Jacob. I apologize; it just sounds weird."

"Sorry, the Rev... Jacob... insisted I call him Reverand or Reverand Jacob even before he was appointed a pastor. He said it was a sign of respect for the trust God had placed in him."

Fuck me! This guy sounds like a real piece of work.

"Rachel, I wouldn't blame yourself. Things are as they are. Even if you are barren as you say, and I am not sure that is true, leaving because the woman you love, through no fault of her own, can't have kids, just seems wrong."

It was quiet at the other end of the phone.

"Are you there?"

"Thank you for saying that." Rachel said, in a small voice.

"No need to thank me. We both need to put our tragedies behind us and get on with our lives. If talking about it helps, fine, if you'd rather not, no worries. Do things to make yourself happy. You can reinvent yourself; time for a new you."

"You have given me something to think about. I've always blamed myself. I need to just get over it. I am so glad I found you for my first time"

"Well, I have to say, I am kind of surprised you hearted me. You don't seem like someone who would be interested in having an open relationship."

"Now why would you think that, Charlie? I'm starting over and leaving the relationship open allows us time to get to know one another."

"I guess you're right. It will give you time to experiment and find out what you like. Martha and I were in an open relationship for 30 years, and it was the best thing we ever did."

"30 years? That's a long time. It sounds like fun though."

"It is and will give you a chance to experiment. You may find that you are attracted to women. Martha never knew until she tried it. Once she did, she couldn't get enough."

"Wha... what... do you mean experiment? You mean, with another woman?"

"No pressure. Some women are into that, others aren't. Just because you enjoy another woman's touch, does not necessarily make you lesbian, or even bisexual" I said.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Rachel? Are you still there?

"I... you... you are talking about a woman laying... you know... in THAT way, with another woman. Are you saying if we were to date, you would want that from me??"

"Again, it is up to you. If you want to try it, good. If not, no problem. I know that my friends Suzanne and Amy would be disappointed, but not mad. That's what's great about being in an open relationship; no judging. Besides, there will be plenty of men to go around."

"Do you have S-E-X with other men and women in this open relationship?!!!"

"Well, yeah. I do F-U-C-K them. Not the men, though I know some guys who do. Occasionally, there is some inadvertent contact, but It's all good. With so many parts jiggling around, it's sometimes difficult to keep it from happening. Kind of like collateral damage in war; sooner or later it's going to happen."

"WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!!!! What you're talking about is a SIN!"

"What is it that you thought happens in an open relationship?"

"I thought you meant we would be open to exploring our feelings and getting to know each other. That we would be romantic and not closed off."

"WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT LOOKING AT MY PROFILE! It says right on it that I am into swinging and polyamory. Didn't you read it??"

"I didn't know what that meant! You should have described things better!"

"Really? Would you have preferred I said, 'Join me and we will fuck a bunch of people together?"

"Don't be rude! I thought you were a very nice man. I didn't think you were so depraved."

"Depraved? Why would you say that? Yes, occasionally I have gotten enthusiastic at certain social functions, and might have committed a few acts that some would call depraved, but one or even multiple acts do not necessarily define the person."

"I... I'm going to hang up now. I think it is best that I leave this call before I say something I may regret. Please do not try to contact me. Good night, Charlie. May you have a blessed life."

"Sorry for the mix up Rachel. Good luck on any future hook ups."

****

When I woke the next morning, I felt sticky from top to bottom. I had meant to shower, but after my call with Rachel, I was just too worn out to get to the bathroom. Still, I lay in bed a little longer thinking about that voice over the phone. So sweet, but oh so sultry.

I opened my laptop and logged into the site. Well, at least Rachel hadn't hit the prohibition symbol or left a bad review. At least not yet. I opened her profile photo and just stared at it. If she was real, that was a woman I would like to spend a year in bed with fucking and ordering takeout. We wouldn't even leave to piss or shit; we'd just use food cartons and empty beer bottles. Yeah, I probably went too far with that last bit.

Well, nothing to do now but go on with my life. I was tempted to call and apologize, but probably not a good idea. Stalkers got sent to jail; I was bound to end up someone's bitch.

I spent the day checking things off my to-do list that I had ignored for the last couple of years. I needed stability and getting back to a routine would help. Before THAT day, I went to evening Taichi and Yoga classes at least three times a week. Besides keeping me limber the class would help reestablish some discipline in my life. I had started online classes at home a few months back, but now I felt ready to be around real people.

Class starts at 6:30 PM, but from experience I know if I want a good spot to drop my mat, I need to arrive 15 minutes early. I looked for people I had known from the last time I was there but didn't see anyone I recognized. I dropped my shoes in the storage rack, found a good spot to set things up, and began my warmup. The room was already getting full, but I still didn't recognize anyone I knew from the (mostly) female class.

The young woman to my right was on her mat in a deep stretch, her legs spread wide, bending at the waist and pressing her chest between her legs and onto the floor. The class had always had a lot of young people, but still a fair share of us old farts. Few of us were limber enough to do what she was doing. I found myself fascinated.

I realized she looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. Her long red hair was blocking a clear view of her face. I might not be able to see her face, but I was able to examine her body in detail, and I liked what I saw. She was wearing some baggy pantsuit outfit that was attempting to conceal her figure, but it was failing miserably.

While I was mulling over whether to approach her now or when class was over, she raised her chest from the floor and brushed the hair from her face. That's when it hit me who she was. Before I could react, she glanced in my direction and her jaw dropped.

"Is that you, Charlie?" she said.

"Rachel? Since when did you start coming here?

"I could ask you the same thing!" Rachel said, as she rolled to her feet and moved closer. "Are you following me?"

"Following you? From where? I don't know where you live or where you come from. How can I follow you?"

"Well, you are here at MY Taichi class, aren't you? Are you stalking me?" She said, seemingly both angry and afraid.

"Why would I do that? You made it abundantly clear that you were not interested in developing any sort of relationship and I respect that. I've been coming to this class for ten years, well at least prior to a couple of years ago."

"I just bet you have. I am of a mind to call the police if you don't leave right now!"

The phrase "Fuck off" was forming on my lips when I heard a woman's voice shriek CHARLIE! I turned in time to keep from being bowled over by all 100 lbs. of the Korean American energizer bunny that is Amy Snyder.

"I am so glad to see you out and about. Everyone has missed you. I have missed you!" She said as she threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips.

"How can I stay away from my favorite Taichi instructor, Master Amy." I replied.

"When did you decide to come back?"

"Sometime around 4 PM today. I need to loosen my joints a little. I'm starting to feel my age."

"That's not what Suzanne said" Amy smirked, "She said your joints are just fine!"

"Oh, you spoke with her?"

"Kinda sorta. She seemed exhausted when I called. Sounds like she may have thrown her hips out of alignment last night."

"Oh, well I was at their house most of the evening, and she seemed to be in all-around good spirits. I'm sure it's a temporary situation."

"You're probably right. She claimed she was sore, but it was a good kind of sore. I am so happy for her."

"So am I."

It wasn't until then that Amy realized we had an audience for our little reunion. A confused Rachel was attempting to make sense of what she was seeing and was failing miserably.

"Oh, hi Rachel! Didn't see you there." Amy said, "Let me introduce you to the guy that's just like a little sister to me, Charlie Howard. Charlie, Rachel Shepard."

"Rachel and I were just getting acquainted when you attacked me."

"Bitch, if I had attacked you, you'd be out on the floor, and I'd be looking for someplace to hide the body." Amy retorted.

"You are lucky I love you so much" I said.

"Right back at you." Amy said. Turning back to Rachel, Amy continued, "He really is a great guy. A girl could do a lot worse than having a friend like Charlie. I better get class started. I'll talk to you both later."

Rachel looked away and returned to her mat.

After exchanging greetings, Amy ran us through a warmup before moving through a variety of Taichi and Qigong exercises. I spent the next hour sneaking peaks at Rachel while moving into the various poses. It was immediately apparent that for each side glance I sent out, Rachel was sending one right back at me. It was obvious that she was trying to make sense of how her very sweet martial arts instructor could be close friends with a sick pervert such as myself. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't figure it out.

Class ended as it always did, with a room full of sweaty but happy people. I was picking up my mat and towel when I looked up to see Rachel standing over me.

"Hi Charlie"

"Rachel. Are we ok?"

"I hope so. I just wanted to apologize for accusing you of stalking me. It is not an excuse, but I couldn't see how you could end up in the one studio in Houston where I take classes. I realized I was wrong and wanted to let you know."

"Don't sweat it. It won't be the first time I have been accused of being a pervert and probably won't be the last."

Rachel smiled, "Well, I can't say you aren't a pervert."

"Dear, I would never ask you to lie."

Looking down shyly, Rachel quickly shifted her glance to my eyes and asked, "How long have you known Amy?"

"I have known Amy about 30 years, but her husband and I have been friends even longer."

"That's nice. I have never really been friends with anyone. I mean, work friends yes, but nothing like what you and Amy seem to have."

"I consider Amy and Zack family. I am lucky to have them. If you learn to open yourself up, you could have the same thing."

Amy stopped by and said, "Zack said to tell you we're having a neighborhood barbeque Saturday, and you need to bring sliced bread for about 30 people. Starts at 6, so be there by 4 or so to help set up, don't be late. Ezra and Suzanne will be there, too."

"Need someone to do your dirty work, huh."

"Of course, wouldn't want to use friends for such a menial task. Jerk." Amy smirked.

"I thought Asians were supposed to be respectful to their elders."

"I am only half Korean, sweetie!" Amy grinned. "Figured giving you a job is the only way to guarantee you show up."

"I'll be there."

"Looking forward to it" she said with a wink. Turning to Rachel, Amy said, "Rachel, if you don't have any plans Saturday, why don't you stop by. Zack is burning ribs and brisket, and there will be some nice sides. Plus, we'll have beer and wine."

"Thank you, but I don't know if that's my thing."

"Hey, it's everybody's thing. I'll text you the info. No pressure, but I expect to see you there." Amy said. "Ok, it's getting late and my man has dinner waiting for me, so out the door!"

"I don't know why I pay for these classes only to be treated with such disrespect."

Amy stood on her toes and leaned in to brush her lips against mine. "Dude, you haven't paid a dime in the 10 years you've been coming here. Remember, Saturday!"

"Love you!" I yelled at her retreating form.

"Love you, too!"

Rachel and I headed out the front doors of the studio.

"I guess you're heading home now, huh." Rachel said.

"I guess. Unless you would like to maybe sit down somewhere and get to know each other a little better."

Rachel walked slowly across the parking lot. She seemed to struggle trying to decide.

"Charlie, I don't know what to say. You seem so nice, but the things you said last night, well, make me feel dirty. What you say about enjoying that lifestyle, is sinful and God wants us to resist sin. I am not sure I should be around you."

"I can understand being hesitant to spend time around me. I guess you feel I might take advantage of you in some way, maybe?"

"OH NO CHARLIE! I didn't mean that. I don't think you would do any such thing. I am sure you would never take advantage of me."

"Then what is it? Do you even understand what an open relationship is? Tell you what, why don't we sit down at that little French bakery across the parking lot. They're open until 10. Can get a coffee and dessert, and you can ask me any questions you want. I promise to be truthful and hold nothing back. If it's still too much for you to accept, I won't bother you again. What have you got to lose? Public place and you can always hop in your car and drive off."

I could hear the gears clicking as she thought about what I had said.

"So, you will answer honestly and I can leave whenever I want?"

"Yes"

"And you will buy the dessert?" She said with a grin.

"Sure. Anything you want."

"I have a lot of questions." Rachel said quietly.

"Well, let's walk over, grab a table and I'll get to answering them" I said.

The sun was setting as we walked in the late summer heat.

"I noticed you took your hair down. I'm glad. It softens your look."

"Somebody told me I look nice with it down." She said with a smile.

"I think the word used was "gorgeous".

"Yes, gorgeous. It was sweet of you to say that."

"That's me."

Walking inside we found a quiet booth at the back of the nearly empty restaurant and ordered a couple of glasses of milk along with two large pieces of white cake with light coconut icing.

"I know it seems childish, but since I was a child, I always loved drinking a glass of cold milk with a piece of cake or pie." Rachel said, "You don't have to drink the same thing."

"I'm good. Looks like we have something in common."

"I feel so bad eating this" said Rachel "It's so decadent!"

"This stuff makes life worth living. We all need to be bad occasionally."

"See, when you say things like that, it makes me afraid of being around you. You easily embrace temptation, Charlie!"

"Dear, all things in moderation. Pleasure is nothing to be afraid of."

"But pleasure is not the only thing in a relationship, or in life. Ok first question."

"Shoot"

"Why would you want an open relationship? You are a handsome man. Why would you share your woman with someone else? Isn't it all just people wanting to cheat on their partner?"

"The simple answer: It's not cheating. How can someone cheat on their partner when that person gives their permission and is present during the act?"

"You mean, you are right there in the same room? Watching each other... you know... do it." She whispered.

"It depends on the rules each couple has set."

"Rules? You have RULES for this sort of thing?"

"Of course. Rules set boundaries. Next time I'll bring a copy of the manual."

"YOU HAVE A POLICY MANUAL FOR SLEEPING WITH OTHER PEOPLE!" Rachel said in shock.

"Got you!" I laughed, "No, not in writing, but rules are very important all the same."

"Some of my rules are: No means no, always get consent, the women are in charge, you can always stop, we do everything together, we both swing or no one swings, everyone deserves respect, and most importantly, your partner is the most important person."

"Oh my! What does woman in charge mean? I was always told that the man's in charge of a marriage."

'Rachel, if the men oversaw this sort of thing you would end up with a group of very dissatisfied ladies, and a lot of ruined marriages. Men can be naturally selfish when it comes to sex. Some would demand the freedom to have unrestricted sex with whomever they wanted but deny their partner the same thing. Some men can be rude, abusive, and disrespectful to women. That is why Martha and I would only go to swingers' clubs that didn't allow single men. Once inside, single men would congregant outside the ladies' room and harass the women, treat them like whores. It creates an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone."

"No disrespect to your wife or anyone else, but isn't the woman being a whore? I mean look at what she's doing."

"No, enjoying sex does not make you a whore. No one is paying her for sex. We share a unique and exciting experience with another human being. Do some women have a whore or slut fantasy? Of course! If my wife wants to be called a slut during sex, call her a slut. Outside that fantasy, though, you best treat her with respect. Also, if the woman is a whore, what does that make the man? If the woman has sex with 20 guys, she is looked down upon as a slut, but if the guy sleeps with the same number of women, he's a stud, admired by all his friends. Seems sort of unfair, but also kind of silly. That's what's great about the lifestyle. It flips things around. It frees woman AND men to be themselves."

"Weren't you ever jealous of what your wife was doing?"

"I was worried at first, but we were lucky. Our first times were with the people we loved and trusted the most in this world. This isn't just about sex. It's about trust. It's about connections. It's about so much more. None of what has happened would have been possible without being able to trust the people we choose to be with. Jealousy happens when trust is violated. When someone lies. When we don't communicate. Those are the same reasons marriages fail.

"Swinging brought Martha and I closer together. We weren't looking for someone better; we had the best person already. We found freedom in our open relationship. It was exciting and fun. There was no pressure because our marriage and our partner always came first. That is where our loyalty lay. I know plenty of people who have cheated. Martha and I never cheated. Swinging won't save a bad marriage. You have both got to be in a good place when you try something like this."

Rachel seemed to give that statement a lot of thought.

"I can sort of understand why you weren't jealous, but didn't sex with your wife seem less desirable? Afterwards, weren't you bored with each other."

"It was quite the opposite. We wanted each other even more. Gosh, the night of our first experience with other couples, we went to bed and fucked like rabbits. We would sleep for an hour or two, walk up and fuck, and go right back to sleep." I laughed. "We ended up having sex six times together before we got up that morning, that was after everything we both did earlier. We felt like porn stars! It was the same ever since."

Rachel's face went red. "SIX TIMES IN ONE NIGHT! How can anyone even do that?"

"Up to that point, it was the most exciting night we had ever had. Having been with others, we craved being close to the one we were in love with. The next day we all split up and sat down with our spouses and had a long talk. No anger. No pressure. Just an open, honest conversation between two people who loved each other. Afterwards, we sat down and had another one with the group."

"What happened next?"

"Well, after talking things over, we had a nice dinner and returned to our room where we tried some of the positions we didn't get to the night before."

"No one was upset? There were no second thoughts, at all?" Rachel said.

"I can't be sure that the others didn't have any, but if they did, they worked through them. For 30 years we have all been very enthusiastic participants."

Rachel's face froze; eyes wide, mouth open.

"Wait, you said that these people were your best friends. Amy wasn't one of them, was she?"

"And Zack, too. I am only telling you because I know Amy likes you and while she doesn't normally advertise this part of her life, she's not ashamed of it either."

"I just can't picture sweet little Amy doing all those... you know... sexual things with someone she wasn't married to. And Zack! I always thought he was such a sweet man. I'll never look at them the same way."

"They are both good people; none better. They didn't change who they were when they decided to open their relationship. They are exactly who you thought they were before you knew. Nothing changed. More people than you can imagine enjoy open relationships. I've met doctors, lawyers, judges, firefighters, and police officers at Lifestyle events and house parties. I've met more elementary school teachers than I care to admit. We come from every walk of life, and we are all just like you. We just have a lot more fun."

Rachel paused.

"Amy, huh?"

"Yep."

"Are all people in open relationships like you, you know, do they follow the same rules? Are they as nice as you and Amy?"

"Couples set their own rules. Some don't have sex in the same room as their spouse. Others only allow certain acts; soft swing vs. hard swing. I know couples where the wife only plays with other wives, while the husbands watch. Each lives their own lives and tries to be their true self. Not everyone is nice. That is why "no means no" is so important. I would say I have met way more nice people than those that aren't. In the process, I have made some great friends."

"What is a soft swing?" Rachel asked.

"With most people, that means oral sex only, no intercourse. I know a lot of couples like that."

Rachel sat silent again. I had the feeling there was something she wanted to talk about but was either too embarrassed or she was afraid I would judge her.

"I've never done that. I wouldn't know where to start." Rachel whispered while staring down at the table.

"You were married for what, over thirty years, and you never had your pussy eaten?"

Rachel, "People do that?"

"Uh, yes! I have spent hours exploring a woman between the legs using just my mouth"

"WOW! Well, I wanted you to be honest!! And you LIKED that?" she asked.

"Everybody has their favorites and that is one of mine. I have known of men who never go downtown, but I have never understood why. You must give to receive, you know?"

Rachel couldn't look me in the eye. "I tried to do that once with Jacob. I had overheard a woman from church saying she was going to suck her husband's thing for his birthday. I decided to do the same thing for Jacob."

"How did it go?"

"He got angry and said I was going to hell. He wanted to know who had told me about such a perversion. I told him what I had heard. He was going to confront the woman about her twisted desires, but her husband was the church board president."

"First time I have heard of a man turning down a blowie."

I could tell there was something else.

"Come on Rachel. Something is bothering you, what is it? Sometimes it helps to talk about things."

I noticed there were tears in her eyes. "I have never told anyone this, but I can't keep it inside any longer. I saw Jacob doing things."

"What kind of things?" I asked, praying that kids weren't involved.

"Jacob is the Pastor of a large non-denominational church here in Houston. About ten years ago, Jacob told me that I had failed him by not bearing any children. He said he had asked for and received divine guidance from the Lord and that he had decided that we should divorce. I begged him to reconsider. He finally agreed to let me move out to the guest house while he prayed on the situation.

Jacob is the only man I have ever been intimate with. I would be lost without him. I had spent years working alongside Jacob at the church, but once he received his appointment as pastor, he had me stay home.

I lived in the guest house for nearly seven years. Jacob said he didn't want me thinking things would change. It wasn't so bad. I had a house, a car, and he put me on an allowance. What hurt the most was that he told me it would be best if I attended another church.

Several times I convinced him to let me spend time with him in the main house. I thought things were getting better. We were even intimate several times, though he never let me stay the night. One afternoon, I decided to surprise him at his office. It was our anniversary and my plan was to take him to dinner and watch a movie, like we used to.

There is a security desk in the lobby, and the guard makes you sign in and tell them why you're there. At first, he didn't believe Jacob and I were married. When I finally convinced him, he had me wait while he called his office. It was ten minutes before he let me go.

It was late in the afternoon, and I saw that the door to the outer office was closed. His secretary is usually there, but she leaves by 4, and it is already nearly 5. I opened the door to her office; I noticed that Jacob's door was open. I heard noises... moans... slapping noises."

By this time, Rachel was openly crying. I handed her a napkin and let her compose herself before going on.

I was about to call out, but something stopped me. I could hear a voice, it sounded like Jacob, and then what sounded like a girl laughing. I was worried I might have interrupted Jacob ministering to a parishioner. I peaked through the opening. A young blonde woman was bent over back of one of the chairs and Jacob was behind her. I recognized the girl as Tabitha Libby. I had been at her high school graduation ceremony only the year before and I knew she was attending a Bible College nearby."

Rachel wouldn't look me in the eye but took a deep breath before continuing.

"She was wearing a tennis skirt, and her panties were lying at her feet. Jacob had his pants pulled down around his ankles and he was... he was... FUCKING HER!" She said angrily.

"The front of her shirt was open, and Jacob was squeezing her large breasts. I knew I should scream, throw something... at least run from the room. I was frozen there, watching him have sex with this 19-year-old girl."

"That would be a shock for anyone. You could have reacted worse. You could have stapled his balls to his leg."

Rachel chuckled. "I wish I had. No, instead I watched as she moaned and Jacob laughed and squeezed her... tits. Do you know what the worst thing of all was? He knew I was there. He has this mirrored cabinet behind his desk where he displays his awards and photos with famous people... politicians and people like that. He could see me in the reflection... he was staring back at me... smiling as his... thing... kept moving back and forth inside her."

"I finally snapped out of it and bolted out the door. I couldn't think straight. I don't even remember driving back to the house. I thought he might call, try to explain himself. He never did. He never mentioned what happened. I finally decided that Jacob was just desperate to have a child and that was why he had violated our vows."

I found myself wondering how anyone could blame themselves for such a situation.

"How old was Jacob when this happened?" I asked.

"62... no, no... he had just turned 63."

"So, a 63-year-old guy bangs a 19-year-old kid, and you end up blaming yourself?" I said, "No offense Rachel, but you have GOT to pull your head out of your ass. This was not your fault. He was a big boy and made his own decisions."

"It gets worse. I decided that if he was going to leave me for another woman, I should be able to get by without any help. I went and got the job I have now and moved out of the guest house. I am not sure he even noticed. I decided I should confront Jacob about his activities with Tabitha. I didn't want to embarrass him and had planned to just wait out by his car. It was nearly 5 o'clock before I changed my mind and decided to just walk into his office.

There was no one at the front desk, I guess the guard was on a break or busy, so I just signed in and headed to his office. His secretary's door was open this time, but his door was closed. I could faintly hear a voice, so I knew someone was there. Beside Jacob's and the front office is a hallway that went to a conference room and little breakroom. I went into the breakroom and found that the door that led directly into Jacob's office was unlocked. I left the light off and put my ear against the door. I heard moaning and I just knew he had Tabitha in there again.

I quietly cracked the door open and looked in. Jacob was sitting in his high-backed office chair. I couldn't see much from my angle close to the floor, so I stood up. I could see a blonde head in Jacob's lap moving slowly up and down. Jacob had his hands on top of the head and he began pushing down. I heard what sounded like someone choking. Jacob moaned softly and said, "Thank You Jesus!" so I knew he had finished."

"Hold on! Jacob has a catch phrase as he crosses the finish line? "Thank You, Jesus? Too funny."

Rachel laughed through her tears, "I hadn't thought of it that way before, but yes. Whenever he finished with me, he always said, "Thank you, Jesus!"

"How was that really worse than when you caught him the first time and he knew you were there and didn't care?"

"Well, I wasn't finished. Once Jacob... finished... his partner stood up and it wasn't Tabitha. It was her boyfriend, Chad."

"WOW! I would say I am surprised, but I should have seen it coming."

"Chad is a few years older than Tabitha and they went to Bible College together. He has since graduated and I understand he has a job at the church working directly under Jacob."

"Interesting choice of words."

Rachel sniffed, "I read last month that Chad and Tabitha were getting married and Jacob is officiating the ceremony. Normally another pastor would take over those duties, but Tabitha and Chad's parents are big in the church.

Shortly after, I filed for divorce, which is why I am sitting in a bakery at ten at night crying in front of someone I just met."

"Feels good, don't it? While you may have never been in an open relationship, it sounds like Jacob thought he was."

Rachel laughed, "You know, I do believe you are right. I feel so relieved to get that off my chest. Thank you for listening, but we should probably be going. It looks like they are closed and just waiting on us to leave."

The waiter brought the check and as I paid, Rachel stood up. I immediately noticed that there was a big wet spot on the bottom of her dress.

"Looks like you sat in something. You've got a wet spot back there."

Rachel glanced over her shoulder with a surprised look before turning ten shades of red.

"I guess someone spilled water there. I'll pay better attention next time." She remarked as she hurriedly exited the front doors into the warm night air.

We both knew it wasn't water. Something had made Rachel gush; I just hoped it was me.

We walked across the nearly empty parking lot in a comfortable silence.

Rachel stopped at a newer model BMW SUV.

"I guess this is good night. Thank you again for letting me vent. I am sure it was a lot to take in all at once."

"My pleasure. Did I answer all your questions?"

"All the ones I asked, but I have so many more."

"Perhaps another time?" I replied.

"I think I would like that." Rachel said, looking up at me shyly.

Rachel opened the driver's door, got in, started the car and then rolled down her window.

"You know, you could come out to Amy's Saturday for the block party. I know Amy would enjoy seeing you, and so would I" I said.

"Charlie, I don't know. I have a lot to think through, and your life choices may just be too much for me to handle."

"Promise me you will at least consider it. Just text me if you decide you can be there" I said.

"I will consider it, but don't hold your breath." Rachel replied.

I was bent over outside her window looking into her soft blue eyes. Without thinking, I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. I intended the contact to be brief, a hit and run. Rachel surprised me by moving her lips further into mine as I tried to retreat. I held my ground for a couple of seconds more, her moist lips against mine, before backing out of the window.

"Good night, Rachel" I said. She put the car in drive and began to roll away.

I had just walked 40 feet to my car when Rachel pulled back up and rolled down the passenger window. I walked to see her holding up her phone.

"How about I text you my address and you give me a ride to Amy's on Saturday?" She said with a smile.

"Oh, did you decide I wasn't a pervert after all?"

"I have decided you are, but I don't think it matters as much as I thought it would. Shall we say, 3:30?"

We swapped info and she was gone.

Over the next couple of days, Rachel and I communicated for hours over the phone. We would start out texting then talk on the phone about our day, books we had read, series we were into and the like. I figured if we stayed away from sexual topics, it would help her to feel more relaxed. Frequently though, Rachel would steer the conversation in a sexual direction. What she lacked in sexual knowledge and experience, she made up for in a deep curiosity. I tried to answer each of her questions without showing they were exciting me. Neither of us got much sleep on those nights.

On Saturday, I drove to Rachel's small but neat home to find her eagerly waiting for me in the driveway. She was wearing a white skirt that came down to mid-thigh and a bright red sleeveless button-up shirt. She had pulled her long red hair into a ponytail. To top off the outfit, she wore a pair of sandals with 3" heels that made her calves pop. To say I was surprised would have been an understatement.

As Rachel slid into the front seat, I said, "All I can say is WOW!"

She blushed as she replied, "I decided this is the new me. What do you think."

"Well, the old version was nice, and don't take this the wrong way, but the new you is giving me a coronary."

Rachel laughed, "Should I drive Charlie?"

"Not sure, but maybe I should locate the nearest ER on GPS. Might help to speed things up."

Fifteen minutes later we pulled up in front of Amy and Zack's home. It was a nice two-story on nearly a half-acre at the very end of their cul-de-sac. Amy and Suzanne greeted us as we climbed out of my truck.

"Hey, baby!" said Suzanne as she and Amy greeted me with hugs and big kisses on the lips. Rachel stood nervously off to the side, not quite knowing what to do.

"We'll help you unload. Zack and Ez and some of neighbors are in the back setting things up. They could still probably do with your help." Amy said.

Suzanne turned to Rachel and said, "So you must be Rachel who I have heard so little about. It is so nice to meet you. You are even sexier than your pictures."

Rachel moved to shake Suzanne's hand but was pulled into a full body hug. When Suzanne finished, Amy was next in line, lifting the taller woman off her feet.

"Thanks for bringing the big guy with you." Amy whispered.

Once the supplies were brought in, the girls insisted Rachel stay with them while we continued getting the back yard ready for the festivities.

"So, I guess you and Charlie must have hit it off after all. You made a good decision there." Said Suzanne.

"Well, I really haven't decided anything, but I am enjoying spending some time with him."

"Has Charlie explained his 'lifestyle' choices to you." Amy asked.

Rachel blushed, glancing away shyly as she responded, "Yes, we have talked about them quite a bit. I find it a bit confusing."

"No disrespect sweetie, but if Charlie told you how he lives his life, and you are here today with him, you have decided. You are just in denial." Suzanne said.

"Yep!" laughed Amy, "Welcome to the family!"

Rachel didn't try denying anything, she said, "I guess I am just overwhelmed. It is so much to take in. I love romance novels, but I don't recall any with a plot line where the hero and the heroine willingly share their bodies with other people."

With a smirk, Suzanne said, "Well then, you ain't reading the same ones that I do. Remind me and I'll loan you some before you leave."

"What did you mean that I look "better than in my pictures?" Has Charlie shown you photos of me?" Rachel asked.

"I didn't say better than your pictures, I said "sexier." No, Charlie didn't show me, I just went on his "A New Love" profile page and checked out your photos and messaging." Suzanne responded.

Rachel looked shocked. "Charlie gave you his password to the site?"

"No, sugar," Suzanne said with a laugh. "Who do you think set up his password? I just logged in on my own. If I didn't know that you were already his, I would tell you to get some sexier photos. Wear stuff like you've got on now that makes those titties and booty pop!"

That got Rachel blushing again.

"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer me, if you don't want to." Rachel said.

"We will truthfully and completely answer ALL of your questions, as long as you do the same for us," said Amy.

"Of course," said Rachel. "How did your husbands talk you into getting involved in... well... that kind of life?"

"Rachel, the boys didn't "talk" us into anything." Suzanne said. "This is all on us girls. Martha thought it up and was the ringleader, but we were her eager followers. Ez, Charlie and Zack have been best friends since high school. That is where Charlie met Martha and they lost their virginity to each other. I met Ezra in college, and we all came together like one big happy family."

"I was the last one to join." Amy said, "Zack and I met on a flight to Vietnam where we were both headed on vacation. We were seated beside each other and talked the whole flight. The second day after we landed, I had Zack cancel his room and move into mine. We were married, what a year later?"

Suzanne continued, "We were all pretty much inseparable. We spent our weekends, holidays, and all our vacations together. Except for Amy, who was a rich bitch and still in college, we didn't have a lot of spare change when we traveled, so we started sharing rooms."

"You know you love this bitch," said Amy, giving Suzanne a kiss on the cheek., "Tell her about the Arkansas trip."

"I'm getting to it. Anyway, one year we decided to hike and spend time on this lake up in Arkansas. It had a real pretty nice hotel that was part of the National Park or something. You could rent boats, go horseback riding, and lots of hiking trails. Best of all the hotel rooms were cheap and let you sleep up to 8 people in a room, without charging you extra. They all had two beds, a convertible couch, and they would bring in folding beds, if you needed them."

"By that time, we had all been married a few years. As you know, when it comes to sex in a marriage, the first few years are the best. When you're dating it kind of feels, you know dirty, because you spend all your time fucking. Once you get married, you fuck a lot because you don't feel guilty anymore about not being married and fucking."

"Suzanne, you have NEVER felt guilty about fucking." Amy giggled.

"True, but once you have the ring it becomes legitimate. After a few years though, the shine is off the apple, and you find yourself getting into a routine. In the beginning you were all touchy feely; we couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other. After a few years, it becomes vanilla sex a couple of times a month. Ok, but not like before." Suzanne replied.

"Yeah, when Zack and I would finish one of those sessions, I used to think, "Why don't we do this more often? By the next day I had forgotten all about it." Amy said.

"We were in a rut, and Martha had a plan to spice things up and save our marriages." Suzanne explained. "We had rented a pontoon boat for the day and while the boys were fishing on one end us girls were at the other having a meeting. Martha gave is the pros and cons and her opinion on the benefits of having an open relationship. I swear, if TEAMS or Zoom had been around back then, she would have had guest speakers."

"It really didn't take long to convince the two of us. I think I was onboard as soon as Martha said I would get to watch Zack fuck Suzanne," laughed Amy.

Suzanne giggled, "That sure was fun. Our next step was to plan the strategy for getting the boys onboard, which was much easier than I thought it would be, and here we are today, still together and in love."

Rachel seemed deep in thought. "I never thought I would say this, but it all sounds so... well... nice."

"Oh, it is, as you will find out if you just let yourself go. Life is too short to get hung up on petty jealousies and fenced in by what society says you should be." Suzanne said.

"Yeah, and having Charlie is always a memorable experience." Amy grinned.

"Really? I haven't really thought of that." Rachel said looking away.

"Remember, tell the truth, girl! I can tell. You have been sitting here daydreaming about what that man has to offer!" Amy laughed.

"What's so memorable about him?" Rachel asked.

Amy started to answer but was interrupted by Suzanne.

"Rachel, Charlie may not be the biggest, but he sure does try."

Amy stared at Suzanne with her mouth open.

"Is he... really... small? I mean it wouldn't matter anyway. I don't have much to compare it to." Rachel whispered.

"Rachel, it isn't a micropenis, but let's just say that you will be shocked when you see it." Suzanne continued, "The boys tease him a lot, I guess we all do, calling him "big guy" and "the hammer" and whatnot. He handles it well. I think he even likes it."

"You have both been with him. If he is so... you know... that way..., why would you keep being with him for 30 years?" Rachel asked.

"Big or small, we fuck 'em all!" said Amy and Suzanne with a laugh.

"It may take awhile to get used to the size, but it is not all about dick size. It is the person the dick is attached to, and Charlie is a special person." Suzanne said.

"When you decide to do the deed for the first time, I would suggest you turn off the lights and close your eyes. It is best if you avoid seeing it before you feel it. Just take in what is happening. It's surprisingly good, despite its size." Amy said.

"It was Martha who suggested we first experience it that way, and it made all the difference."

At that time the guests began arriving. The girls talked Rachel into a glass of wine, and another and another, before the end of the night. Every time I looked up, I would find her looking at me with a sweet smile on her face. The wine served to loosen her up a little and before long she was joking and visiting with the entire neighborhood.

At the end of the night, Suzanne came up to where I was sitting watching Rachel giggling away with Amy and Ezra.

"She's a sweet girl, Charlie." Suzanne said.

"You would be correct in that assumption." I replied.

"I think she will fit right in with us." Suzanne said as she sat down on my lap.

"I don't know. She's still unsettled on the idea of swinging as a relationship choice. Not sure that she can do it." I said, looking into Suzanne's eyes.

"Oh, she is onboard alright, she just wants you to think she's not. That girl has been thinking about trying it out from the beginning. You can tell from the questions she asked in her messages." Suzanne said.

"How do you know what we said? Did you hack my profile?"

"Did you think "hot_meat" was Ezra's idea for a password?" Suzanne said with a grin.

"No telling with that guy." I laughed, then added, "I hope you're right. Every time I see her, hear her voice, smell her perfume, look at a photo of her, hell, when she texts me, I get wood. She makes it so I can't think straight. I know I'll have to walk if she says she can't share me with anyone else. You guys are too important to me."

"Baby, I'm telling you, she is easing into it. By the time she is there, she will be more than ready for it. When that happens strap yourself in, because she is gonna take ALL of us for a wild ride, and I can't wait."

Right about then Ezra and the girls walked up.

"Charlie, you can't believe how much I have enjoyed spending time with this young lady. I think she is going to fit right in." Ezra said with a grin.

"Well, they made it so easy for me to relax and let loose." Rachel responded.

"That and three glasses of wine didn't hurt any," laughed Amy.

"Does Zack need any help breaking things down?" I asked.

"Charlie, you have done enough already. Why don't you give Rachel a ride home now, before it gets too late. We can take care of this." Suzanne said.

Rachel and I began saying goodbyes before heading out to the truck. Amy hugged Rachel, pulling her close and whispering, "Remember what we said, keep your eyes shut and whatever you do, don't laugh when you see. It would hurt his feelings if he thought you didn't like what he was offering. Consider how it must be to have women run from you, for something you had no control over; something you were born with. Everyone is special and Charlie is the most special of all."

As I drove her home, Rachel had turned into a chatterbox. My friends had succeeded in making a major impression on her in all the right ways. I was enjoying this noticeable change in her personality; this more extroverted and confident behavior was a good fit for her.

I pulled into her driveway and stopped.

"I had such a good time tonight!" Rachel said.

"Me, too." I replied. "Too bad it has to end."

Rachel was quiet for a moment. "Why does it have to end? What if we don't want it to end? What if we wanted to spend more time together? I mean if you would like to."

"Say the word, Rachel, that's all, just say the word" I said.

Rachel squeezed my hand. "Charlie, would you like to come in and... talk..."

I followed Rachel up the driveway to the house and through the front door. We slipped off our shoes just inside the door.

"You're the first visitor I've had since I moved in nearly three years ago." Rachel was speaking fast, the words nearly running over each other. "I'm afraid tonight is only the second time I drank alcohol. It's kind of gone to my head. I hope I'm not acting too crazy."

Light from the kitchen provided enough illumination for Rachel to move through the house ahead of me. She stepped down into the living room, turning an end table lamp to its lowest setting.

Rachel babbled on, "Here, why don't you have a seat on the couch? Do you want anything to drink? I wish I had some of that wine, it was so good. Maybe I will have some for the next time you visit, if you want to visit again, I mean."

"Rachel? Why don't we both sit on the couch. I'll let you know if I need anything. Just relax, I don't bite. If you are afraid of what might happen, don't. Remember the rule? No means no."

She sat on the couch much closer than I had expected, her bare knee touching mine. I put my arm around the back of the couch. That seemed to give her the encouragement she needed to relax. She leaned in close and laid her head on my shoulder, looking up at me. I raised my hand to brush a loose whisp of hair that had fallen on her face and put it behind her ear. Her blue eyes were eager, but uncertain. I had to remind myself that this was all new for her.

I leaned forward slowly, bringing my mouth down to her full and open lips. I traced them with the tip of my tongue, tasting a hint of strawberries.

"Strawberry?" I asked.

"The girl at the cosmetics counter said it was a popular flavor of lipstick. Do you like it?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, but I like what it's on better." I said as I moved back in.

We kissed for several minutes before I slipped my tongue gently in her open mouth. It was like I had thrown a switch. Rachel began taking short, sharp breaths, shoving her lips tightly against mine, her mouth opening wider and her tongue sliding in, trying to reach the back of my throat. She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her luscious breasts hard against my chest, rising off the couch.

I was moving my hand down to her lower back when Rachel suddenly stopped and pushed off up off the couch. Standing up quickly, I looked up at her as she stood above me staring down.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Yeah... yeah... I just need a minute. I'll be right back." Rachel mumbled, moving off down a hallway towards the back of the house.

A moment later, she returned, sliding back onto the couch as before. She was still bursting with nervous energy.

"Sorry. I had to go to the bathroom."

"No problem. Everything alright?" I asked.

"Couldn't be better," she said with a smile, moving back in for a kiss.

We took up where we left off, but Rachel's passion seemed to have doubled down. She ran her hands through my hair as she brought my head down to hers. I had been nervous that my running my hand down her back was a line she was not ready to cross. She took her right hand down from my head and grasped my left, pushing the palm against her right breast. I took that as an indication she was ready to move to the next level.

I squeezed her full breast through her shirt and bra, quickly locating the nipple and using my thumb to stroke it. Rachel used her other hand to try to unbutton her shirt without pulling her tongue out of my mouth, with limited success. She gasped for breath, moaning softly with her eyes closed.

"This is so good! I have never felt like this before! Please, touch them... PLEASE...!" Rachel said.

"Touch what? What do you want me to touch?" I said, speaking softly.

"Charlie, you know what I want you to touch! PLLLLLEAAAASSSSEEE!" Rachel whimpered.

"Not until you tell me, Rachel."

"What do you want me to say? What would you like to hear?" Rachel moaned, "Do you want me to call them my boobs? How about my tits? Please, touch my tits!!!! My big, beautiful, swollen tits! Play with them, kiss them, suck on them! Show me how much you want me! Please, baby, please, please!"

Suzanne had been right. I had better tighten my belt, because it was going to be a brutal ride.

I reached for the top button, but decided, "FUCK IT", and used my hands to rip the front of the shirt open, sending buttons bouncing off nearby tables and walls. Rachel laughed moaning, "This is just like one of my stories; SOOO good!"

Again, I was surprised by what I found. Rachel was wearing a nearly see through Victoria Secrets demi-bra, not the granny version I was expecting. I popped the front clasp setting her breasts free. Rachel again grabbed my left hand, mashing it onto her breast.

"Slow down a little, babe. Take time to enjoy the experience."

Rachel had a wild look in her eyes. "I have waited my whole life for a man to make love to me. I want to feel EVERYTHING! I don't know what to do, but I trust you, Charlie! Please make it feel good!"

"Shush... take a deep breath... lie back on the cushion. I can't make you feel like I know I can, if I can't react to your body properly. Trust me and I'll make sure you will remember this night the rest of your life."

"I trust you, I trust you, ohhh... please..." Rachel sighed.

I had to take a deep breath to calm myself enough from latching my teeth onto one of her long, thick nipples. Instead, I returned to kissing her lips, gradually tracing her jawline with my tongue. I began searching for her most sensitive areas by tracking her moans. Her right earlobe and the hollow of her neck were only eclipsed by the sounds she made when I gently licked and sucked the base of her neck and her shoulder.

Rachel began thrashing her legs about as I finally worked my way down to her full breasts. I took my time kissing and licking each mound, lifting them to lick the sensitive under boob. I began to softly lick and suck on each nipple and the small dark brown aureola surrounding it.

Rachel grabbed the back of my head to force more of her breast into my hungry mouth. "Suck it, suck hard... it... feels... so good!"

I began to lightly stroke my fingers up the inside of her thigh. Rachel dropped her right foot to the floor and spread her leg out as far as possible, to give unrestricted access. The movement hiked her skirt up enough to find I wouldn't need to worry about removing her panties; they were already gone.

"I took them off when I got up. I was embarrassed because they were so wet. I have never been this moist before, it's flowing down my thighs.

I sniffed, "I can smell you. I love it."

Rachel slapped my arm but beamed with pride.

"Wait" Rachel said. "Can we move this to the bedroom? I kind of prepared things."

We got up from the couch and walked down the hallway to the last room at the end. Rachel used one hand to hold the remnants of her shirt together and the other to lead me through the darkened house. She left the lights off, using the moonlight flooding the windowpanes of the French doors that led outside to help guide her way. Picking up a lighter, Rachel slowly lit red candles that had been spread about the room, creating a romantic atmosphere.

"A night of firsts," Rachel said with a grin as she pulled the covers back.

I began to take off my shirt, but Rachel stopped me. "I'm still a little nervous, this is so new. Can I slip under the covers first and get undressed? Once I'm in, you can get undressed and join me."

"Rachel, tonight is yours. Just tell me what I can do to make it special" I said.

"Thank you, I appreciate you being so understanding. Ok, turn around while I slip off my shirt and skirt."

I turned my back to the bed, watching candlelight dancing off the bedroom walls. "Ok, I'm ready!" she said.

I turned back and as I began to remove my pants and shirt, I noticed that Rachel had turned her back on me.

"Rachel? Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I'm just trying capture the moment, it's a lot to take in." she said.

Once undressed, I slid the covers back and lowered myself onto the bed, covering my body as I turned towards Rachel. Rachel rolled back towards me, excited, eager for the next step. I took her head gently in my hands and started over again, working from her mouth, down her neck, and finally to her chest, enjoying the feeling of my lips on her flesh.

I began to lightly kiss my way down Rachel's taunt stomach. Her breath caught in her throat as I used my tongue to stroke her belly button.

"So good..." Rachel sighed.

I continued licking and sucking on her flesh, working my way down to her abdomen, when I saw the first signs that Rachel was not used to trimming the hedges. She had a full, Old Testament bush going on. The moist odor was divine, but in the candlelight, under the covers, all that hair made it tough to see anything.

In a hesitant voice, Rachel said, "What... Charlie? Charlie... what are you doing?"

I raised my head, looking up at Rachel's body to find her with a nervous look on her face. "I told you before, I love to go downtown. I am about to eat the entire buffet, so I may be awhile."

"Charlie, I am so embarrassed! You don't have to do that, if you don't want. I would understand as wet as I am."

"The wetter, the better" I replied, before working my way back down. I started thinking, this is like that game that they play in those "Harry Potter" movies. I'm here trying to catch the slit. I wonder why they called it a slit? It looked more like a hummingbird. Fortunately, I am an expert at hunting slit. I would find it or die trying.

I started by kissing and lightly biting the skin on the interior of her thighs, working slowly up one side before switching to the other. My tongue began tracing the area of the crease at the junction of her thighs and her hair covered mound. I would save the starfish for another time. I heard a gentle moan coming from further up Rachel's body as my ministrations had their effect.

Though her hair was thick, my tongue quickly found the base of her slit, and I lightly ran the tip to the top. She gushed onto my tongue from the contact alone. I went to kiss her hole and found a set of swollen meaty lips projecting out of the opening. While I sucked on each lip separately, Rachel spread her legs wide and involuntarily raised her hips. She slipped her fingers into my hair and pushed down, trying to force more of her juicy cunt into my mouth.

"Oh, God... oh Jesus... don't stop! I never knew..." she said breathlessly as she curled my hair around her fingers.

I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and swiped it straight up her slit, drinking her juices. The tip delved along the center of her clit, eliciting a grunt, followed by an extended high-pitched wail. I had thought she was wet before! I felt droplets of liquid splash against my tongue as I brought it in for another quick stroke.

For the next ten minutes, I brought Rachel from one intense climax to another, soaking the sheets below her hips, along with my face. She became increasingly vocal as I continued working in, out, around, and down her nether regions, finally concentrating on sucking her clit as my fingers began stroking her insides. She slammed her pubic bone into my nose, forcing me to hold her hips in place to maintain contact.

"LORD, LORD, LORD!!!... OH, I CAN'T STOP SHAKING... CHARLIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!... FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK," Rachel screamed at the ceiling, "Please stop, I can't take anymore!!!!..."

I slowed my movements, slipping my fingertips in and out of her opening and again enjoying the taste and feel of her magnificent pussy lips on my tongue. As Rachel gradually regained control of her body, I paused to spit out several dark red pubic hairs, one of which had slipped into a crevice between my teeth.

Rachel held the covers up and looked down to where I had been enjoying myself. Both our bodies were soaked in sweat, with Rachel's entire mound, thighs, stomach, and ass cheeks covered in her cum.

"You have shattered my world! Is that the way it's supposed to feel? If so, then please stay down there forever!" she said, still attempting to catch her breath, "I thought I was going to need an ambulance!"

"Rachel, no offense, but you surprised me! So vocal!! I love that. Hadn't you ever cum before?" I asked.

"I thought I had. I mean I have never had a feeling to compare to know if I had until now. My experiences with Jacob don't match at all what just happened. Usually as it would start to feel good, Jacob would finish and I would end up feeling on edge. Sometimes... I would touch down there... and it would feel good, but I would feel guilty. Jacob would tell me that doing that was unnatural and against God's will. What you did for me is way better than anything I experienced during my marriage or when I've touched myself" Rachel replied.

Rachel smiled tenderly and said, "Charlie, I think I am ready to feel you inside me."

I smiled back and said, "I'll go slow so as not to hurt you. Tell me if you have any pain."

She looked as if she was struggling to keep from laughing, but instead said, "Don't worry about me, I have been told that there is not what a man has, but more in how he uses it. I am happy, you have already brought me so much pleasure."

I slowly kissed my way up to Rachel's breast, sucking a nipple into my mouth, before noisily letting it lose. Rachel gave a squeal, then closed her eyes tight.

"I'm ready, lover!" she said.

"I am not so sure" I mumbled.

I used my left elbow to prop up my upper body, taking my hard cock into my right hand. I used the fingers of my left hand to brush her hair from her eyes.

"Mmmmmmm... Please don't make me wait. I have been dreaming about this ever since I met you." Rachel said.

Taking the fat head of my cock, I carefully rubbed it against her soaking wet opening.

"Charlie... don't tease me... I want your... your manhood... not your fist."

Once the head was soaked, I moved slowly to slip it in, trying to allow Rachel time to adjust to its size.

"CHARLIE... What are you doing! What is that? WHAT ARE YOU STICKING IN ME????!!!!!" She exclaimed in a loud voice.

"Sussshhhh, babe, don't be scared. I will be as gentle as I can. If my cock becomes too much, I can slow down or stop. I know you can handle it; it just may take a few minutes for you to adjust to the size" I said in a calm voice.

"Oh, GOD... it's so BIG... it wasn't supposed to be big... stop... please stop..."

I paused and continued to play with her hair as she got her breathing under control. This looked like it was going to be slow going; I hadn't even slotted my head in.

"Charlie, Suzanne and Amy said you were small... you do NOT feel small. Were they lying or have you all been playing a trick on me? Have they SEEN your penis?"

"Rachel, I promise, my cock has been inside, outside and up close and personal with both those ladies. I think they were most likely trying to help make it easier for you to relax. Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop? I just placed the head at your opening."

Rachel drew in a deep breath.

"No, it just surprised me. Maybe you do need to be careful. You will stop if I ask, won't you?"

"Absolutely" I said.

"Ok, but remember... slowly."

I again moved the head up and down her hole, this time tapping it against her clitoris, making her squeal and jump. After once again soaking the entire head in her moist slit, I started to slowly move forward. Rachel gave a slight jump as the head began to stretch out her hole. If we had a next time, I would be sure to throw the covers back so I could watch the opening expand to take me. I love that!

"Ahhhh" she said loudly as just the head popped in.

"You alright?" I asked. "Do I need to stop?"

Rachel drew her legs up around my hips.

"Urrrrgggghhhhh... it is so good... don't you DARE stop..." She moaned.

I moved inch by slow inch into her tight channel, a constant fight to separate her walls without finishing too soon. Rachel wasn't helping much as her pussy began reacting to the entrance of my monster by fluttering her interior muscles along the shaft and squeezing the head.

At last, I was fully seated in her pussy, her juices further soaking us, sweat pouring down her chest and matting her hair.

"Still good?"

"SOOOOOO FULLLLLLL..." she laughed as her hips began moving, forcing my cock slowly in and out of her cunt. "OHHHH... YEAH, BABY... I am SOOOOO good! Now fuck me... MAKE ME YOURS!"

"Wow, where did that come from?" I thought, as I began to slowly pull out of her sucking chamber, hearing loud squishing sounds as I began moving in and out.

I didn't think Rachel could become more vocal, but somehow, she did.

"Don't leave... oh, GOOOODDDD... FUCK ME... HARD!

I pulled out until just the head was seated in her slot, then slammed all the way into her cervix. Rachel screamed with a pain that became pleasure. I moved my hips in a corkscrew like motion, grinding into her again and again.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... YESSSSSSSSS..." Rachel screamed, squirting all over my balls and onto the mattress.

Then I felt something I had never experienced to such a degree before. Rachel's pussy had been fluttering and squeezing my cock head earlier, but suddenly it was as if she was giving me the most exquisite hand job/blow job using only her interior muscles. It was like her pussy was sucking my cock. I totally lost control. My balls pulled up into my crotch, and I felt cum shooting up my shaft and out the head, pumping load after load into Rachel's tight cunt. My vision got cloudy and I nearly lost consciousness, slumping onto her as I tried to catch my breath.

Rachel kicked her heels into my ass cheeks, raising her hips as she tried to impale herself further on my shaft. Her body shivered uncontrollably as I saw goose bumps appear on her skin.

OH, MY GOSH... Charlie... I am so sorry... I didn't mean to do that to you, I just couldn't help myself." Rachel said in anguish.

"Rachel, lots of women squirt, in fact, I love it! Don't ever feel bad about enjoying yourself." I replied.

"No, I mean... I'm sorry for that, too. I didn't know I could do that, I thought I was peeing. No, I was talking about squeezing you like that. I can usually control it, but this time it did it on its own."

"You can control it?"

Rachel looked embarrassed, "I learned it years ago when having relations with Jacob. He said that sex between a husband and wife was for procreation and nothing more. Jacob would enter me and try to finish as quickly as possible. Whenever I would start to feel good, he would cum inside me and then pull out and have me get a washcloth and clean him up. After a while I learned that I could control all my internal muscles. I developed the skill to make him cum nearly immediately. Plus, doing it that way felt better than waiting a couple of extra minutes for him to finish. I know I was being so bad!"

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," I said, "At first, I was embarrassed I came so quick, now I'm happy and amazed that I was able to have such an experience with you. Just be careful, once a man knows you can do that, that's all they'll want. Especially those who are not worried about your pleasure."

"You have NOTHING to be ashamed of. I got so much enjoyment from what you did, even before you entered me. This is the first time I've ever orgasmed with a man, and it's WAY better than what I've ever felt before. You totally filled me up and it felt so great!"

I smiled, "You sounded like you were having a good time."

Rachel turned a deep red, "I am SOOO sorry about that! I know, I keep apologizing! I don't know what came over me! It felt like electricity was sparking through every nerve in my body, but in a very, very good way. I had never felt that before and I wanted more. I must have sounded whore like to you and I apologize."

"I was always told that the perfect woman was 'a Lady in public and a Whore in bed'. Looks like you are just perfect."

Rachel grinned and whispered, "Thank you, I loved being your whore. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"How about now?" I replied.

Rachel's jaw dropped? "NOW??? I thought once you came, it was over for the night. Can you go more than once?"

"Rachel, sweetie, I am still hard inside of you. I am ready for round two, if you are. Just try not to use that trick on me for a while. I want to take time to really enjoy our time together." I responded.

Rachel looked at me nervously. "Do you think we could do something different?"

"What would you like to do?"

"I have only ever done it in the "regular" position, and I understand there are other ways. If it is not too weird, can we try one of those?"

"Sure, did you have one you wanted to try or should I recommend something?" I asked.

"What would you recommend?"

"I think you might like Cowgirl style, with you on top. It will give you more control with how fast and deep I go."

Rachel smiled as she said, "Oh, I want you VERY deep and VERY fast! Let's try that."

I hugged Rachel close and rolled to the side, carrying her impaled on my cock. She shrieked with laughter, moaning as she ended up on top.

"Charlie! Unexpected, but so good! You feel even deeper than before!" She moaned.

With Rachel on top, it freed my hands to roam her perfect body. How her husband could not have been inside this fiery redhead every day was a mystery to me. She was so sultry, so blatantly sexual between the sheets, like a totally different person than she had shown me before.

I took her beautiful thick nipples and rolled them between my fingers as she pushed her breasts into my hands. She began gently riding me while I was firmly ensconced inside, her clit rubbing the base of my cock with every forward movement. She shivered gripping me harder and dropping her upper body forward. She continued to prove she was multi orgasmic, rolling from one climax to the next, building one upon another.

After several minutes, Rachel moved off her knees, pulling her feet under until she was squatting on my rod, using her arms on my chest for balance. Her pussy made a wet vacuum like sound as she pushed up. Our combined juices sluiced out of her hole and were deposited on my crotch and stomach. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen or smelled.

Rachel began to ride up and down on my cock in a slow, steady motion. As she began picking up speed, she would slam hard on the down stroke. Her climaxes became stronger and lasted longer. Her pussy was hungry, massaging my manhood from base to tip. I was struggling to keep my own orgasm at bay and was losing the battle.

Rachel's nails dug painfully into my chest as she loudly sobbed and collapsed onto my body. I rolled her over again and began pounding her cunt, chasing my own climax. Rachel screamed like a banshee as I lifted her ankles onto my shoulders and went deeper.

"OHHHH... I CAN FEEL IT IN MY THROAT!!!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, HARDER" she yelled.

I tried to do just that before I felt myself slipping over the edge, past the point of no return.

"I'M CUMMMMMIINGGGG! I responded.

"CHARLIE PULL OUT AND SHOOT ON ME! PLEASE!" Rachel begged in another surprising moment.

I pulled out and slapped my cock onto her stomach; her legs crossed behind my shoulders and I stroked it twice before the first thick white strand shot out of its big head. Due to the position she was in, on her back nearly folded over with me pushing up from the bed with my feet, the first blob hit the top of her forehead and her hair. The next two hit below her eyes and ricocheted off her chin, with some landing in her open mouth. The final shots landed on her neck and upper breasts before the rest drooled down onto her stomach.

Untangling her legs from my shoulders, I dropped her exhausted body back onto the mattress. Rachel was red gasping for air. I could see her gag a little, as she realized that some cum had landed in her mouth. I was surprised when she swallowed and then tentatively licked some more from her lips into her mouth, obviously evaluating its taste and texture. She swallowed it, too, before using her tongue to search for more.

I leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips, tasting myself on her skin. Rachel's eyes popped open, "It doesn't bother you to taste... you know... yourself on me?" she asked.

"Should it? You seemed to like it" I said.

"I did! That was another first, and I really think I like it. A little sweet, but salty, with a musky smell to it. If you don't mind, can I try some more?"

I used my tongue and fingers to gather up cum and deposit it into her mouth, where she used her tongue to spread it back and forth between us before swallowing it. Once she had all I could easily retrieve, I moved to her side and cradled her in my arms.

Rachel smiled at me as she began closing her eyes. "We have so much to talk about, so many questions, but I can't think straight right now. So tired. Stay the night, please?"

"I think I have to, I'm not sure I can walk." I chuckled.

Rachel snuggled in, reaching with one small hand to grasp my softening cock as we both drifted off to sleep.

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