Florida Keys
   People who move to Florida learn to expect visitors
from the north. Early this summer, friends whom Bill and
I had known in Long Island visited us for 3 days.
Darryl and Rita are the only couple to whom we confided
that Bill and I have an "open marriage."
     With them was their beautifully blond son, Brad,
who at 6'4" is an inch taller than Bill.  Talented
academically and athletically, Brad was awarded a
two-year community-college basketball scholarship to
begin this fall. I learned later he was a rare breed of
another type - an 18 year old virgin.
     The day before they were to drive on to Key West on
the narrow, 120-mile-long highway above the Atlantic, we
boated, water-skied, and swam in our lake. After a late
evening backyard picnic, Darryl and Rita were exhausted,
trudging off to bed at 10 p.m.
     Brad joined Bill and me for our nightly 2-mile jog
through the neighborhood.  At the outer edge of a street
lamp's yellow glow a few blocks away, Brad told me my
elastic headband was tearing and about to break; we
stopped as I removed it. Bill didn't notice we'd dropped
back until he was a block away and waited for us to
catch up.
     Brad re-tied the elastic strands. As he replaced
it, he accidentally brushed my cut-off tee shirt,
feeling the softness of my breasts.  His face
reddened beneath the glare of the street lamp as he
apologized, "Sorry, Ellen," as he stretched the band
around my hair.
     As his fingers brushed my ears longer than
necessary, his eyes darted across my bare midriff.
     I smiled appreciatively, biting my lower lip as I
realized how handsome Brad was.  He looked like the type
of young man that every 12 year old boy would want to
emulate, the perfect basketball star for a movie
studio's central casting.
     We caught up with Bill, Brad running a little
behind me, and me behind Bill.
     When we returned to the house, I noticed that
Brad's manhood had swelled, curving up beneath his
running shorts; His member seemed extraordinarily long,
but I assumed this to be an illusion of the loose folds
of the shorts. I think Brad saw me glance down at his
hardness as I was saying good night.
     We went upstairs. As I walked from the shower
behind Bill to our bedroom, I noticed Brad had left the
door to his room open; Darryl and Rita were in the
downstairs bedroom; Brad's room was next to ours.
     In bed, I whispered what I'd observed to Bill.
     He smiled, telling me he'd noticed Brad had a semi-
erection that afternoon while watching me water-ski or
walk around in my string bikini.  Bill added, "And I'm
sure you're right about his length. I even think Tom's
nine inches might be dwarfed by Darryl's and Rita's son.
I'd assumed the reason Brad was running behind us was to
admire your figure."
     Bill's a "watcher" who enjoys watching me engaging
in adultery with other men or telling him about the
occasional dates I have with Bill's permission.
Although this had been Bill's idea at first, I now adore
this arrangement. I sometimes feel a bit guilty when I
consider that Bill hasn't once been with another woman
since our marriage.
     Never one to miss an opportunity, Bill rose from
bed quietly and opened our bedroom door.  He returned to
bed, dialed our own phone number, clicked the
receiver-button down and waited for the telephone to
ring. Of course, all one receives when doing this is a
telephone company recording telling the caller that he's
dialed his own number.
     Bill "answered" into the receiver, then murmured a
few business-like remarks, concluding with, "Sure, I can
come down to the warehouse." Hanging up, he explained
with a wink, "My employees found some inventory
problems.  The comptroller says I should be at
warehouse-supply while they finish up.  I'll call you on
our bedroom line before I come home at 7 tomorrow
morning to make sure I don't wake everyone else." Bill
was perfect. Brad heard every word.
     Bill drove a block away, parked the car, quietly
re-entered the house through the back door, and climbed
the stairs with the grace of a cat to our room.
Whispering his plan, he positioned himself behind the
door to our walk-in closet.
     As he suggested, I let my nightgown puddle onto the
floor, pulled my transparent white negligee over my
nudity and walked slowly past Brad's open door to the
bath. I brushed my teeth, clanked around a few bottles
to make sure Brad heard, then walked back down the
hallway.
     When I was in front of Brad's door, I turned
casually to the window, my back to Brad, to look out
over the lake beyond our large oak tree. I glimpsed
the window's glass reflection of Brad sitting up,
watching me from his bed, and hoped he would find some
reason to join me in the hallway.
     I waited less than a minute. Brad would later tell
me that he was burning with passion as lay naked on his
bed, staring through his door, his long, erect manhood
pushing his sheets a foot toward the ceiling.
     As I stood before the window, looking out over the
lake, I untied the ribbons at the neck of my transparent
negligee, allowing it to fall open.  The warm wind
shuddered the leaves of the old oak tree beyond the
window. I heard Brad's bed squeak, then a shuffle.
     He padded into the moonlit hallway, a large, bright
red towel wrapped around his hips.  Pretending he didn't
know I'd been standing there, he apologized, "Oh, sorry,
Ellen. I was just going to the bath." His engorged
member was curving upward, pushing the crimson towel out
an unbelievable length, straight toward me!
     I turned, nervously, revealing my frontal nudity
through the open sheerness of the negligee.
     Brad stared down, whispering as his eyes surveyed
my body, "What time is it?" His sexual tension was
palpable.
     I whispered softly, "11:30. Beautiful view of the
water from here isn't it?" My throat pulsated; I gulped,
staring at the form of his large penis beneath the
towel.
     His eyes glinted. He responded with strained
casualness, "Yes, everything's beautiful here."
     We whispered small talk, each pretending not to
notice the other's nudity, yet fearfully aware of the
other's forbidden excitation.  I placed my hand on his
warm, muscular shoulder as we looked out the window.
Finally, his arm slithered softly around my waist,
beneath my negligee. I exhaled, gasping at the
electricity as his warm nakedness touched mine.
     And there we stood, talking in low voices about the
moonlit scene, each knowing we shouldn't while
pretending we weren't.  Tremors rippled through our
bodies. I stretched my arms along my side. I yawned, my
fingers brushing his towel-covered manhood.  The towel
bounced wildly!  Until then, I'd tried to convince
myself that his apparent size was an illusion.  Now I
gasped in fear!
     I murmured, my voice quaking, "Sweet dreams, Brad.
I'm going to bed." My throat was choked with desire.  I
kissed him, motherly-like, on a cheek, my bared breast
brushing the smoothness of his shoulder. I was
breathless as I walked shakily to my bedroom, my knees
trembling.
     He entered the bath, ran a couple of minutes of
water, and padded softly back toward his room.  He could
see me laying on my side, nude, at the hallway's end
through my open door.
     Brad lingered in the hall until deciding I was
asleep. He walked to my door.  Removing the flame-red
towel, he draped it over a shoulder. He
swallowed nervously as he surveyed my curves. His chest
was heaving with fear of being caught and boyish
excitement. His incredible hardness curved upward,
bobbing in excitation. I'm sure he felt cleverly
successful, sneaking this sight of my nudity as he
leaned against the door.
     I don't often think about my looks, but I'm aware
that my face and body are what others consider
beautiful. I realized the effect this was having on
this incredibly naive boy. Shuddering, I gazed through
half-closed eyelids at his wide shoulders and the
lengthy cock curving up from his thick patch of
blond hair. As if tossing in my sleep, I stretched out
my right leg, pushing my left knee toward him.  I bent
my left arm along my side to allow him the full view of
my breasts and shaved mound.
     His jaw sagged. His eyes widened. He gazed upon my
body shadowed in stripes by the moonlight spilling
through the venetian blinds.  His cock twitched.  He
pressed his hands against the doorjamb as if he were
about to faint.
     I rolled to my back and whispered, my voice
shaking, "Would you like to come in, Brad?"
     He was flustered at being discovered until
realizing that my own passions throbbed with the erotic
intensity of his own. He walked in softly, closing
and locking the door. He sat alongside me, asking, "You
don't mind?"
     Did I MIND! ME? In the unquenchable flames of
throbbing passion? Oh, sure, I did.  My body was beyond
control, hell's fire coursing through my veins.  I
remembered a fleeting memory of my grandmother telling
me when I was a young girl, how our family's gray-eyed
ancestors were once believed to be witches; I knew that
I could never be a witch; witches purportedly could
control the supernatural. I couldn't even control my
exploding desire!
     My full lips quivered as I looked upon the largest
cock I'd ever seen, curving up like a Turkish scepter
from Brad's absolutely perfect body.  How could a woman
MIND if offered the opportunity to worship at the
serpentine alter of this perfect temple for adultery,
the greatest of all pleasures!
     Radiating with passion, I moaned, reaching for the
magnificent instrument bobbing before me.
     My fingers didn't meet as my hand curved around its
rubbery thickness. My face burned madly as I gazed upon
the incredible manhood I was squeezing.  My body was now
ablaze as I muttered, "Oh, BRAD!"
     I was wide-eyed with fear and passion as I stroked
his monster cock with trembling hands.  My lips quivered
and parted as he leaned to kiss me.
     As I gripped his hardness, he murmured, a tremor in
his tight voice, "I've never been with a woman, and
you're so beautiful," as if apologizing for his shaking,
as evident as my own white-hot passion.
     I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. I
was unable to see my husband, but I knew he would now be
feeling my own mad desire, pumping his hardened cock in
the closet's darkness.
     I closed my eyes as I relished Brad's gentle hands
exploring the soft curves of my body.  My nipples
tingled as his lips closed around a hard, reddened
spike. Impassioned fear churned within my stomach. I
gasped as his slippery tongue twisted and winded its way
to my shaved mound.
     Thrusting my hips to his face, I ground my cunt
against his mouth, my heart pounding a wanton drumbeat
as his tongue twirled over my clitoris.  I wailed at the
thrills rippling through me like an electric current
coursing across a thunder-laden sky.  Tears of joy
streaked along my cheeks.  Clasping my thighs around his
ears, I dug my heels into his back as fiery explosions
blossomed within my pussy.
     I pulled him above me until his knees were
straddling my breasts. He braced his arms against the
headboard above me. My lips stretched widely as I
took his rubbery monster in my mouth. My head bobbed as
my tongue glided along its length.  Now, beyond lust, I
was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock thrusting down
my throat.
     His hips hammered his instrument into my mouth
until my passion was unbearable.  The bulging veins
throbbed against the softness of my tongue.
     My voice muffled by his wide cock, I pleaded,
"Mphhh! Please, Brad, I WANT you!" He pressed my back
into the rustling warm folds of soft sheets. My full
breasts rippled beneath his touch.
     My hips gyrated expectantly. Red coals of passion
smoldered in my vagina. My long legs now opened, eagerly
inviting the curving cock that was floating toward the
lips of my vagina. But realizing the length and breadth
of his manhood, I was whimpering with fright as it
slowly invaded my cuntal folds.
     I cried! He was splitting me apart!
     Shocks rippled through my groin as he pressed on,
my vaginal walls expanding incredibly.  Yet I'd rather
have died than have him stop now; I was loving every
inch of this massive locomotive slowly puffing into my
smoking tunnel.
     Brad was clearly aware of the difficulty, although
I sobbed as much in pleasure as pain.  Finally, he was
as far into my gushing depths as he could push.  His
manhood was throbbing as he moved with me, ever slowly
until I wailed.  Then he was riding me with a fury!
     I whimpered, "It so WONDERFUL!" My cunt was now
burning in our forbidden fires, my pain disappearing,
supplanted by pleasure. My long legs enveloped his
smooth torso as my cunt rose to meet his steaming
thrusts.
     My depths had never been so filled! Tears of
passion streaked across my cheeks like rivulets of rain
on the windshield of a speeding car.
     In the stunning thrills of fucking Brad, I'd
forgotten Bill; but as I thrashed my head side to side,
I glimpsed my husband's nude form step from the closet
to watch Brad's magnificent weapon invading my quivering
cunt. Logic and will abandoned me; I was far too lost in
this passionate hurricane to acknowledge my husband by
smiling at him as I normally would while he pumped his
engorged cock.
     Brad's eyes rolled as he plunged into me. I opened
my mouth widely as if this could expand my channel
further to accept his final inches.
     As Bill stared, his jaw sagged. He was pumping his
full length furiously as Brad and I pulsated with an
inner radiance toward an impending explosion. My
husband's eyes told me that his mind and Brad's were now
one.
     Brad's flames were now united with mine into a
blazing inferno. Our eyes were glazed.  We shuddered
with each quaking thrust.
     The awesome orgasm was rushing toward us like an
avalanche!
     Sobbing, I mewed, "Oh! FUCK me! Brad! FUCK me! FUCK
ME-E-E-E!" My will was immersed beneath raging tides,
coursing through my body.  I screamed,"Oh, god HELP me,
Brad! I LOVE you, Brad! I LOVE YOU!" I loved him, loved
in adultery.  Uniting in flesh that which was now in our
minds and souls.
     And then, oh GOD, it HAPPENED! In a blinding flash,
we were coming in thunderous waves, bursting in a super-
nova of pleasure.
     My mind was exploding in fiery fragments that
spider-legged like a million falling stars across the
evening skies.
     Brad lay across my breasts in the blissful after-
glow of our adultery, our arms intertwined for an
eternity of a half-minute until I remembered Bill.
     Bill had returned to the closet and closed the
door. Because of my now unquenchable desire, my husband
would have to remain there until morning.  Brad was mine
- ALONE! - for that incredible night.
     Brad turned me to my knees, my hands braced on our
headboard. His massive  member was entering my vagina
from the rear.
     I turned to stare, awed by his long cock. Watching
the instrument pushing deeply into my excitedly-
lubricated cunt, I spread my knees ever wider, as the
breadth of his penis filled me. I sobbed in pleasure, my
hand trembling as I caressed his length behind me.
     He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering
with pleasure, "I LOVE you, Brad!  I LOVE you!" And then
he was riding me wildly! I was screaming like a helpless
victim on a runaway roller coaster, the yolks of my eyes
rolling.
     I sucked in my breath at the stunning sensations.
As he fucked into my depths, I stared back, my lips wide
with wonder. I couldn't tear my vision from the
magnificent cock that was skewering me! We shared a
sigh.
     His manhood was growing even greater, expanding in
the oncoming orgasm like gas in an overfilled balloon.
I gasped! My clitoris fluttered as if to tell me we were
to be coming together in a mind shattering finale!  My
back arched expectantly as my long nails dug into his
hips behind me. I could feel every throbbing inch as he
plunged through my madly inflamed walls.
     And then! We were exploding in rapture! Crying with
wild abandon, I shuddered amid the earthquaking climax.
His warm semen burst through my channel, the creamy
fluid splattering my inner walls, washing over his cock,
erupting like a volcano with no end to its molten flow
of lava. A starburst of pleasure exploded within my
body.
     He didn't stop there, nor did I want him to! Brad
fucked me voraciously for hours in every imaginable
position, becoming the first man to outlast my stamina.
Until that night, I'd thought that I was insatiable.
     Finally, in the pre-dawn, I collapsed in complete
gratification.
     Brad sneaked back into his room. He was still
asleep when Darryl and Rita awakened at 10 a.m.
     And yet, the greatest surprise of their visit came
just after breakfast. Rita and I had walked out to the
boathouse for a conversation before they packed to
leave. She smiled, "Thank you for what you did for Brad
last night."
     I was shocked, unable to respond until Rita placed
a gentle hand on my arm, and added, "No, I mean it.
Brad has been completely engrossed in clubs, basketball,
and school for the past 4 years. He was an almost
perfect child, but Darryl and I were worried that he
might be impotent, or even gay.  We were hoping, since
you and Bill lead this open-marriage type life, that
this would happen; we'd talked about it for weeks before
our visit.  Darryl and I went up to Brad's room about
midnight, saw that he wasn't there, and then heard
Brad's moaning from your bedroom."
     She smiled softly. "I have to admit that Darryl was
leaning against the door for perhaps fifteen or twenty
minutes. We heard you say to Brad that Bill was at the
plant until morning."  She sighed, wistfully,
remembering the moment like it was her own.  "We were
absolutely thrilled and became ...  well, very excited
from all the passion pouring out of that room.  We went
back to our bedroom, absolutely floating on air, and
fucked the night away!"
     Her eyes glinted with sexual excitement as she
leaned forward and kissed me, full on the lips, saying,
"So, I really mean it!  THANK YOU!" As an afterthought,
she added, "And I'll be sure to let Brad visit you alone
during any school break ...  if you WANT him.  I won't
tell him I know."
     She knew I wanted him. She KNEW I could still feel
his throbbing manhood deep inside me!
     I laughed, uncontrollably, hugging Rita, feeling
closer than I'd ever felt to her before.  "I would
absolutely love it, Rita!  Just as I love you!"
     And I do love her. She has phoned to thank me on
three occasions since; the only time she didn't mention
this incident as I've described it was the one time her
son was nearby.
     Believing his parents don't know, Brad insists on
visiting us at the end of the fall quarter because he
"loves waterskiing in Florida." And, of course, he has
his parents' enthusiastic approval. Rita says that she
and Darryl often fantasize about Brad and me while
they're in the privacy of their bedroom.
     The exquisite sin of adultery, you know, has after-
shocks, affecting many lives other than just those who
commit it. For Bill and me, and for those who have
touched our lives, the results have been immeasurably
gratifying.
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