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January 2018

A bolt of lightning illuminated the night sky. Thunder clapped, startling Abigail in the backseat of the Uber.  She was already on edge, nervous about dinner with her husband, Thomas. It wasn’t bad nervous, but she had butterflies in her stomach. She had a good idea about what they’d talk about, and was uncertain what choice she’d make.

Abigail, a petite woman with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes, was wearing a black dress, with black heels, stockings, garter, bra, and thong, as well as a black choker necklace. Thomas had been somewhat insistent about the outfit, which was unusual for him, but she had relented. His insistence was part of what had her rattled, perhaps even intrigued. 

Abigail and Thomas had been married for almost twenty-five years. They had met as young attorneys at a large law firm. It was the type of firm that uses young attorneys as commodities to be discarded and replaced, aside from the few who yearn for partnership money and can bear the drudgery. Abigail and Thomas had been attracted to one another shortly after they started working together, but had been hesitant to act on their attraction. Nevertheless, they hurdled past that hesitation at two in the morning one night years ago when, working through the middle of the night on a project together, they brushed against each other in the copy room. The brush had led to a kiss that, after months of pent-up sexual tension, quickly intensified. Before they knew it, fingers were groping, unfastening pants, hiking up skirts, tugging panties aside, and Thomas bent Abigail over the copier and fucked her.

It was a fond memory, and Abigail smiled as she remembered it. After overcoming their hesitance to date, they began secretly seeing each other until Abigail left the firm and took a corporate job with a client. They married. Thomas left the firm for a small partnership with a more family-friendly atmosphere, and, before long, they started a family. Abigail quit working to raise their two kids, the second of whom had recently started college.

That night in the copy room was the naughtiest thing Abigail had ever done, and she had to decide whether she was ready to do something naughtier. Abigail was a conservative woman, somewhat shy about her sexuality and ashamed to dig into her deeper desires. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy sex, because she did, but she had never been one to explore or express the depths of her sexuality. Thomas had brought porn into the bedroom as additional stimulation, and, though Abigail enjoyed it, it also made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want Thomas to need it, and did not want to admit that she enjoyed it. Thomas had also introduced toys in the bedroom, and, though Abigail enjoyed them, she never suggested them. She simply accepted when Thomas got them out. In short, Abigail participated in sex but never fully engaged in it. This did not mean she lacked deeper desires, simply that they lay dormant.

Nevertheless, Thomas had picked up on a few things over the years.  He noticed that on the occasions they did watch porn together, Abigail seemed to become more aroused when scenes involved black men or, sometimes, anal play. She also sometimes exhibited reactions to voyeuristic and exhibitionist situations. 

A crack had begun to develop in the dam of Abigail’s sexual conservatism after she and Thomas were invited to join a dinner club a month ago. Thomas had received an invitation to the club from an attorney colleague after they had shared drinks at a conference. The attorney, a man named Phil who had sold his practice and quit practicing law after a big verdict, discreetly indicated that it was a very open-minded group.  A group of about a dozen couples had formed the club several years before. What had begun as a dinner club became something else when a handful of the more liberal couples began congregating separately. 

*

August 2017

That dinner club’s transition had begun when, at the end of a dinner party the year before, three couples remained afterwards, sharing a final drink. Phil and his girlfriend, Amy, had hosted the party. Amy’s best friend, Steph, was there with her husband, Jack. Dave and Cheryl, friends from Phil’s neighborhood, completed the group. Everyone present had partaken in sufficient wine that conversation and laughter came easily, so easy ithat Amy began to tell Dave and Cheryl about some interesting developments that summer. 

Amy told Dave and Cheryl that earlier that summer, Jack and Steph had stopped by Amy and Phil’s house after the couples had run into one another at a restaurant near Phil’s house. At the restaurant, Amy had invited Jack and Steph over for an after dinner drink, and Steph had said she and Jack would try to stop by, but probably wouldn’t make it. Jack and Steph had then had another drink and lingered over dessert before changing their minds and deciding to stop by Phil’s house, where he had recently built a new deck they wanted to see. As Jack and Steph had walked along Phil’s fence-line to the entry to his backyard, they were surprised to see Amy and Phil fucking on the deck. Phil and Amy thought Jack and Steph had decided not to come over, so were unaware of Jack and Steph’s arrival. Jack and Steph, in turn, had been so turned on by what they saw that Jack pinned Steph against the fence in Phil’s yard and fucked her while they watched Phil and Amy. In yet another twist, unbeknownst to Jack and Steph, Phil had a motion-activated security camera along his fence-line and had captured Jack and Steph fucking. The next morning, Phil and Amy had discovered the recorded security video. Not long after that, Phil and Amy told Jack and Steph about the video. What the couples had done and seen was out in the open. Or mostly in the open. What Jack and Steph had not told Phil and Amy was that while the security video recorded them, without audio, Jack and Steph had been so impressed by the way Phil fucked Amy — and Steph had been so turned on by Phil’s large cock — that they pretended Jack was Phil as he fucked Steph. Phil, likewise, had been turned on by Steph, and Amy by Jack, when they watched the video. 

“So this deck, Amy concluded, laughing, “has been an exciting place this summer, In fact, I’m pretty sure I was sitting right in this chair sucking Phil’s cock when Jack and Steph first saw us.”

Jack and Steph and Dave and Cheryl had all been mildly embarrassed when Amy began to share the story, and yet, by the time she was done, sexual tension lingered over the deck.

“And Phil was standing right here,” Amy added, pointing in front of her. “Come on, honey, stand up,” she continued, coaxing Phil, who rolled his eyes but stood in front of her. 

Dave and Cheryl and Jack and Steph looked at one another, having an inkling that something was about to happen, and, collectively hoping something did.

“I think Steph wanted to be in my spot that night,” Amy said, teasing her best friend. 

“She did!” Jack replied, and Steph grabbed his arm and said, “Jaa-ack!”

Amy, giddy from drink and storytelling, got up and tugged Steph by the hand, pulling toward the seat Amy had occupied, saying to Steph, “I saw how you looked at him and I and see how you look at him.” Steph resisted, but finally relented and sat in Amy’s chair, where Phil stood before her. 

“Happy now?” Steph asked once she sat.  Steph was embarrassed, but also turned on. Surely Amy wouldn’t do anything too crazy.

“Not yet,” Amy answered, as she moved behind Phil. Before they knew it, and to everyone’s shock, Amy unbuttoned Phil’s shorts, and pulled out his cock, which loomed in the night air. He apparently had been as turned on as everyone else by Amy’s storytelling. Cheryl gasped at the size of Phil’s cock. Steph gasped, too, at the proximity, looming before her.

“Didn’t you want to be in my spot?” Amy asked, looking at Steph, who was too dumbfounded to respond. Pushing the envelope further, Amy took Steph’s hand and guided her fingers to Phil’s rigid dick. You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone froze. Steph looked at her hand, and the spell over her broke as she felt the heat of Phil’s cock in her hand. She gasped, and looked over at Jack. He, too, was spellbound. He had fantasized about this moment as well, but was on some level terrified of what might happen. Would he lose Steph in any sense? No, she loved him. He was tortured, but somehow he nodded at Steph. Steph looked up at Phil, and their eyes held a silent conversation. 

As Steph began to recover control over herself, she realized that she was slowly stroking Phil’s cock. She almost couldn’t breathe. The tension was palpable. Phil slipped his fingers to the back of Steph’s head, and she felt grateful because she was unable to resist as he pulled her lips to his throbbing cock. Slowly his hips pressed forward, and her lips parted, sliding over the glistening head of his cock and taking him into her mouth.

From that moment, everything changed. The slight force of Phil’s hand on the back of her head became unnecessary. An eruption of activity followed. Steph became a woman possessed, unleashing a hunger she’d never felt as she devoured Phil’s cock and lapped at his balls. It seemed only moments later that she pushed Phil into a chair, kissed him aggressively, and sunk down over his throbbing dick, riding him to several orgasms, Amy sucked Jack’s cock while Steph fucked Phil, and, as Amy knelt in front of Jack, Dave fucked her from behind. Cheryl took Amy’s place in front of Jack and ended up climbing into Jack’s lap and riding him until she moaned in orgasm while he erupted all over her ass.

After a week or two of digesting what had happened, and initially pretending it hadn’t happened, the couples had come to terms with it, discussed it amongst themselves, and formed a new dinner club, which Jack jokingly called the “dessert club.” Another friend of Phil’s, Kurt, who had been a basketball coach at Phil’s high school and later became the first black principal of the school, later joined the club along with his wife, Melody.

*

Mid-December 2017

When Phil invited Thomas and Abigail to the dessert club, he asked them to come to a dinner, check it out, and consider whether they wanted to join. Although Phil didn’t say so, it also gave the other club members an opportunity to get to know Thomas and Abigail and evaluate whether they wanted them in. A couple weeks later, Jack and Steph hosted the club, and Thomas and Abigail attended.

Thomas and Abigail easily matriculated among the group and enjoyed dinner and drinks. They found the group members intelligent, good-humored, and fun. Abigail had been surprised that Kurt was in the group. She had attended the same high school as Phil, and Kurt had been a young basketball coach just out of college during Abigail’s last two years of high school. Although she had never told anyone, he had also been the inspiration for her interest in black men. She had fantasized about him more than once after taking his history class.

After dinner and drinks, Phil took Thomas and Abigail aside and told them that the dessert portion of the club  was about to begin and might be different than anything they had ever experienced. He invited them to stay and observe, but added that participation was discouraged until they’d had time to think at over and decide for sure that they wanted to become part of the club. “And, to be candid,” Phil concluded, “the club members have to confer and confirm that we want to extend a formal offer. I’m sue it won’t be an issue, but I’m sure you can understand why it has to be a unanimous decision to ensure everyone’s comfort.”

For the next couple hours, Abigail had watched with shock, then curiosity and arousal as a sensory and erotic scene unfolded. Steph had taken Phil’s hand, guided him to a couch, peeled off his pants, and slowly sucked his cock until it  throbbed. Jack took Melody to the loveseat and tongued her until she gripped his hair, moaned, and bucked against his mouth. Abigail found that she couldn’t take her eyes off Cheryl using her mouth suck Kurt’s cock to full arousal. She gasped when what she saw far exceeded her adolescent fantasies. As Dave bent Amy over and fucked her, Steph and Cheryl switched partners. Abigail grew desperate to touch herself as she watched Kurt’s ebony cock fuck Steph to repeated orgasms before he erupted upon her back and buttocks.

Thomas and Abigail drove home in silence, and fucked rabidly as soon as they arrived. It was the best sex they’d had in years, and Abigail had finally done something naughtier than their copy room tryst years ago. 

*

Late December 2017

In the week after Abigail and Thomas were introduced to the dessert club, Steph called Abigail and invited her over for coffee. Intrigued, Abigail accepted. She wondered if she’d look at Steph differently after having seen her with Phil and Kurt at the party.

After Steph welcomed her, and they sat at the island in Steph’s kitchen talking about kids, family, work, marriage, and more, Abigail realized that she did not look at Steph differently at all. If anything, she felt admiration. This woman had a sexual courage that Abigail couldn’t imagine finding in herself, or expressing it if she found it. Yet Steph didn’t have a bold personality. She was kind of quiet and shy. She was a regular person, “just like me,” Abigail thought.

After they held an easy conversation for awhile, Steph brought up the club, asking what Abigail had thought. Abigail replied, honestly, that she thought everyone was friendly and interesting, and she felt that she and Thomas fit in easily. Sensing Abigail’s reluctance to talk about the latter half of the evening, Steph asked Abigail what she thought of the “dessert” portion of the club. 

Abigail hesitated. The honest answer was that it fascinated her. Yet, at the same time, it terrified her. Half of her desperately wanted to join, and the other half felt desperately unable to do so. For her entire life, she had been a shy woman, sexually. She just couldn’t imagine changing into a woman like Steph, who obviously had the confidence to go to a place Abigail did, indeed, want to go but was nearly sure she couldn’t.

“I’m just not sure that’s me,” Abigail answered, finally.

“A year ago,” Steph answered, smiling at Abigail, “I would have said the same thing.”

Abigail smiled back, but did not believe it, not after what she had seen. 

Sensing Abigail’s doubt, Steph continued, “Seriously. Believe me. Before last summer, Jack and I had a sex life that was far more routine that what you saw. I had never seen another man’s penis since we had been married. Jack and I had sex once a week, or less, and usually in the same position. I was content.

“And then,” Steph continued, “one night, Jack and I stumbled upon Phil and Amy having sex, and I discovered something dormant inside me. It was as if a switch had been flipped. I was so turned on by the way Phil and Amy fucked - I hope you don’t mind my using that word, but that’s what they did. Fuck. Hard. It didn’t hurt that Phil has an amazing cock.

Abigail, blushed, but did not disagree. She had noticed Phil’s size, and had been aroused.

“After that,” Steph continued, “sex went from a source of contentment to invigorating and really thrilling.”

“For all my life,” Steph went on, “I’d experienced sex basically the same way. It was almost functional. But over the course of last summer, I changed. It helped that Phil desired me so obviously. It gave me confidence and made me feel sexy in a way I hadn’t before. Jack is a great husband, but it was just so affirming for another man to want me. Anyway, ultimately, I found empowering confidence in my sexuality, and the ability to be more open about it, to not be shy and closed in. I’ve opened my mind, and it’s changed my life. Not all aspects of my life, but it does give me a confidence that bleeds into other areas.  And maybe I’m more comfortable in my skin because there was a certain shyness and shame that accompanied my thoughts about sex that has simply vanished. It’s like I was a shell of myself, and now I’m the full me.”

“Wow,” was all Abigail could manage. “It almost sounds like you are talking about me, at least for the first part, before the change.”

“I thought you might say so,” Steph replied. “And, at the party last week, I saw something I recognized in your face. When you looked at Kurt, it was the way I looked at Phil last year.”

“He was a high school teacher of mine,” Abigail interjected.

“Lucky you,” Steph answered. “If he’d been a teacher of mine, he would have been my teen fantasy.”

“You wouldn’t have been the only one,” Abigail confided. 

Steph smiled. “I thought that might be the case. Fortunate that he’s in the club, then. I do hope you and Thomas will join.”

“We have a lot to think about,”Abigail replied. “We really liked all of you. It’s just something we’ll have to work out for ourselves.”

Steph concluded by telling Abigail she knew it was a hard line to cross, to open up when you’ve been shy your whole life. But Steph encouraged Abigail to give herself the opportunity to do so, and promised that it would change her life, just as it had changed Steph’s. Finally, she told Abigail she hoped to see her at the next club meeting.

*

January 2018

Another clap of thunder brought Abigail back to the present. Thomas’ hand rested upon her thigh. The Uber was pulling up to the curb. Abigail guessed that Thomas had planned dinner at this quiet neighborhood restaurant to talk through their decision. She had a pit in her stomach because she really wanted to join but couldn’t find the way to say so.

Inside the restaurant, they were seated at a corner table. Thomas ordered a bottle of red wine, and they splurged on a petit filet and lobster tail. When Thomas placed the order, Abigail asked him if he was trying to butter her up with such a great meal and expensive bottle of wine.

“I would never!” Thomas responded, grinning. “And,” he went on,  “butter you up about what, my dear?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Abigail responded.

"The club?” Thomas asked.

“Isn’t that why we’re having this dinner? To talk about it?”

“You,” Thomas replied, “are so perceptive. In fact, we are supposed to get their decision tonight. So we had better decide if we want to accept.”

“Are you seriously considering it?” Abigail asked.

“Aren’t you?”

“I guess I am on some level, “Abigail replied. “I’ve thought about it. But I feel like deep down I know that it’s just not something I can do.”

“Our sex life the last couple weeks sure made me think you were interested,” Thomas replied.

It was true. Whereas they used to have sex about once a week, they had fucked about eight or ten times in the past couple weeks. One night, Abigail told Thomas she’d dreamed the previous night about giving him a blowjob — something she rarely did.  She proceeded to climb in bed that night in sexy lingerie, suck Thomas’ cock until he erupted on her breasts, and use her toy on herself while Thomas watched, became aroused again, and masturbated with her.

“Well, I’m human,” Abigail answered. “Yes, it turns me on to think about joining. I just don’t see how I can actually do it.”

“I bet everyone else in the club would have said the same thing,” Thomas responded, “before they did it.”

Abigail realized he was probably right. Steph had more or less told her so.

“Maybe it’ll be moot,” Thomas answered. “Maybe they won’t accept us.”

While that would provide the relief of avoiding the decision, Abigail hadn’t thought about not being accepted. She realized that despite the relief, she would be deeply disappointed.

While they continued to talk about the club, they ordered key lime pie for dessert and asked for the bill. They were surprised, when, instead of the waiter, Phil showed up holding a black envelope. 

Phil handed the envelope to Thomas, and said, “We have news.”

Abigail’s heart started beating faster, and she felt a pit in her stomach. She was not expecting this tonight. She moved to sit next to Thomas as he unsealed the envelope and pulled out a black sheet of paper with gold writing, which read:

“We hope you enjoyed your dinner. It’s on us. 

We hope, too, that this is only the first of many dinners to come.

The Dessert Club requests the pleasure of your company tonight, and for many nights to come.

Please RSVP as quickly as you can.”

Abigail felt butterflies in her stomach. She was gratified to have been accepted. And she was oh-so-tempted, but her mind simply could not process the thought of accepting.

“Congratulations,” Phil said. “I was convinced when I met Thomas that you would fit in with us. And when you came to Jack and Steph’s house, it was almost as if we’d all been friends for years. It was an easy decision for us. The entire club is hoping you’ll join us.”

“In fact,” Phil continued, “my cousin owns this restaurant. There is a private parlor down past the bathroom corridor. Everyone is there. Please come share a drink and give us your decision?”

“Well, after you bought our dinner,” Thomas replied, “we can’t refuse a drink. Right, dear?”

Although Abigail agreed, the butterflies in her stomach flapped their wings. It felt so sudden. She didn’t have time to think. She would not later have a clear memory of rising from the table and walking to the parlor. It was a surreal moment, as if life was in slow motion, and sounds were muffled.

Moments later, Phil opened the parlor door, and they all entered. Dave and Cheryl, Jack and Steph, and Amy and Melody were there. Abigail was disappointed not to see Kurt, thinking he must have been busy at a school function. Steph handed Abigail a glass of her favorite wine, and Jack handed Thomas a glass of his favorite bourbon. It was thoughtful of the club to have found their favorite drinks. The thoughtfulness softened Abigail. This really was a genuinely good group of people.

“So... “ Steph asked Abigail. “What do you think? Are you going to join?”

Abigail felt comfortable enough with Steph to be honest. “I just don’t think I can do it. You’re all really great people. Sexy, too. I want to be able to do it. But I just can’t find a way to say yes.”

“You are so much like me,” Steph answered. “I almost knew you were going to say that.”

Steph whispered in Thomas’ ear for a moment, and Abigail looked on, quizzical. 

After Thomas nodded at Steph, Steph continued, “Since I was pretty sure this would be your answer, I had a backup plan.”

Abigail looked at Steph, unsure of what to say.

Steph took Abigail’s hand and said, “Come with me to the patio out back. I have something to show you.” Steph didn’t leave an opportunity for her to say no, so Abigail went along. 

When Steph opened the French doors to the patio, and Abigail stood in the doorway, her breath caught.  On the patio before her was an outdoor living room, nicely furnished, with a fireplace on one end. And on a loveseat next to a couch and chairs sat Kurt,, wearing nothing but a smile.

Abigail gasped. This was a man she had fantasized about so many times so many years ago. And then again, so many times in the past two weeks. When he looked straight at her with piercing eyes, her knees went weak. The way he looked at her made her feel as naked as he was. He caught her eyes scanning down to his half aroused cock, and it stirred, untouched.  

“I skipped the basketball game tonight,” Kurt said. “To be here for your decision.”

Steph took Abigail’s arm, and pulled her through the doorway. As she did so, Abigail leaned her head back and glanced into the parlor at Thomas. He smiled and nodded. With that, Abigail’s legs began to move, coaxed by Steph’s pull, and she approached Kurt.

Time stood still. Abigail couldn’t breathe.

After guiding Abigail to stand before Kurt, Steph sat beside him, slid her fingernails from his chest, across his belly, along his hip, and her fingers slowly enfolded his cock.

“If you join,” Steph said, as she held Kurt’s thick cock, “you could do this, too.”

Abigail was paralyzed and desirous and ... and, she realized .... jealous. She shouldn’t feel this way. It was something she had never allowed herself to feel before.

“Looks so good, doesn’t it?” Steph asked, looking at Kurt’s cock in her hand, but directing her words to Abigail.

“I know exactly what you are feeling,” Steph continued. “You want it with every fiber of your being, and yet feel paralyzed.”

Abigail felt exactly what Steph was saying, as Steph’s fingers ever-so-slowly began to stroke Kurt’s increasingly rigid cock.

“You are seeing and understanding,” Steph went on, “for the first time, the shell you’ve been subconsciously living in all your life.”

Abigail had fantasized about this man so many times, and he was within reach. She could practically smell him.

Steph stepped away from Kurt, to Abigail, and moved behind her.

“The question I had to face,” Steph said, as her fingers went to the straps on Abigail’s shoulders, and slid them to the side, “is whether to break out of that shell, or stay inside it.”

When Steph slid the straps off Abigail’s shoulders, Aibigail sucked in a breath but could not find the words to object. Perhaps she didn’t want to.

“You have the power,” Steph continued, as she guided black dress down over Abigail’s hips until it fell at her feet, “to break that shell, in this moment. All you have to do is move, and the shell will shatter.”

As Abigail absorbed Steph’s words, Steph looked over Abigail’s shoulder at Kurt and said, “So ... do you still want her as bad as you did at the party?”

Abigail watched as Kurt answered, “More.” His tremendous cock bobbed against his abdomen when he spoke. Kurt’s eyes probed her body, and she realized she wanted to act. His answer — that he wanted her — made her shiver all over, and nearly broke her indecision.

“As long as you don’t say no,” Steph whispered in Abigail’s ear, “I’ll keep guiding you out of that shell.” Steph’s fingers unfastened Abigail’s bra, and it fell down her arms to the floor. Her nipples were already rigid, and they strained in Kurt’s direction.

“Am I going to do this?” Abigail thought to herself. She desperately wanted the answer to be yes, and yet she still couldn’t move. When she felt Steph’s fingernails graze her hips, and realized that her panties were being drawn down her body, exposing her warm sex, she gulped.

She became aware that outside on the patio, after the storm had passed, the air felt electrified, almost as if the air itself were caressing her skin. Her nipples great tighter, and she found that being naked outside left her exposed in a way that was exhilarating.

There she stood, in stockings, garter, heels, choker, and nothing else. But instead of feeling shy and terrified, she felt confident and sexy. Kurt’s intense focus upon her was empowering. She could feel his palpable desire.

“It’s like riding a bike,” Steph said in Abigail’s ear, as Abigail stood still, struggling to find the will to move. “It seems so hard to figure out, but once you’ve done it you’ll never forget and never understand what was so hard about it in the first place.”

“This is your opportunity,” Steph continued, “to blossom. To break your shell and metamorphose into the empowered, sexy woman lurking inside,”

With what felt like great effort, Abigail turned her head toward the doorway. Thomas stood there. His eyes spoke to her, and in them she found approval and encouragement. Abigail gasped, and the spell broke

Her left foot slowly shifted forward, and, as if lurching through quicksand, in slow motion, her body began to move. She felt the shell begin to break, crumbling down to the floor at her feet.

Kurt’s hand grabbed hers, and he tugged, pulling her off balance. Her knee landed on the loveseat beside his thigh, her hand on his chest. Kurt’s fingers slipped through her hair and pulled her mouth to his with a strength that melted her. His lips pressed to hers, and his tongue entered her mouth. His other hand covered her breast, and her nipple folded against his palm, shooting heat through her chest. She felt herself begin to suck on his tongue as his thumb and forefinger tugged her nipple, stretching it and sucking the air from her lungs.

She raised her other knee onto the seat and straddled Kurt as the kiss intensified. He kissed his way down her chin, over her neck and brought his mouth to her breast. HIs lips pulled her nipple into his mouth as Abigail wrapped her hand behind his neck and ground against him, the heat of his cock pinned between their bodies. Abigail gasped in pleasure as Kurt’s tongue raced between her nipples and her clit brushed against the base of his cock.

The heat of his dick electrified her. She felt hot, and yet she shivered. With the spell broken, she felt intoxicated. She turned his head back to hers, kissed him hard, and then she was the one kissing her way down his chin. In a fluid motion, she stepped back out of the seat, leaning forward to drag her lips across the muscles of his chest. Her hands slid down his belly and folded over and around his hot dick as she kissed down his belly, sunk down to her knees and looked up into his hungry eyes. She held his gaze for a moment as her fingers stroked to the base of his dick, and she tilted her head down — still looking up at him — and took the glistening head of his cock into her mouth.

Kurt’s gasp and the pleasure in his eyes drove her to slide her lips further down over his cock, her tongue sliding around him as her fingers stroked the base. His cock was big and hard and thick and glorious. For several moments, her lips, tongue and fingers worked in a steady rhythm. A bead of Kurt’s pleasure formed at the tip, and her tongue swiped it off. Her body was reacting with pleasure, and she felt powerfully sexy, in her heels, stockings and garter, and with Kurt’s big dick throbbing for her. 

Kurt rose from the seat, pulled her up by the hand, and suddenly cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him, and they kissed greedily. The head of his cock pressed against her. Kurt walked her over to the patio rail, set her bare ass down upon the wood, and pushed his cock against her needy pussy. For a moment, he paused, after stroking her clit with the head of his dick and guided it to her. 

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She hesitated for only a moment before answering by scooting herself toward him  so that the petals of her pussy folded around his head. With that response, Kurt’s hips lunged forward, and Abigail was immediately full. The surge rumbled from her stomach into her lungs and her moan filled the room. She wrapped her legs around him to hold on as Kurt thundered into her, filling her with searing heat. She bucked against him, and her breasts bounced with the powerful thrusts.

Over Kurt’s shoulder, she saw that Steph had led Thomas to the loveseat, peeled off her dress, and knelt between Thomas’s legs, her mouth gliding easily up and down over his cock. She was shocked to find that she was not jealous, just turned on.

Before she could process that thought, Kurt’s strong hands turned her around, and he bent her over the railing. She felt further exposed, and it felt sexy. He was going to take her. Fuck her. As Kurt’s cock pressed to her pussy, she moaned, “Oh God!!”

And then she surprised herself by gasping, “Fuck me.” It felt hot to say it.

Kurt thrust immediately and powerfully into Abigail. Their moans blended together, as their bodies molded together, moving in a blur. Her buttocks rippled with the power of his thrusts, and each deep thrust pushed her closer to the edge.

When he pounded all the way inside, and held still, pinning her to the rail, she felt the flood beginning to overcome her. 

“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”

He thrust again.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

He fired deep into her.

“Fuck me!” she gasped. 

Then, embracing the change within her, she looked back over her shoulder, into the eyes of her fantasy come true, and gasped, “Touch my ass.”

As Kurt’s cock thrust into, he slid his thumb down between her buttocks and touched her anus. Every sensation was instantly intensified, and Abigail’s pussy pulsed on Kurt’s cock.

As Kurt continued thrusting into her and stroking her ass, the dam inside Abigail burst. She was flooded with orgasms, writhing back against Kurt as moans of pleasure filled the room. When she felt Kurt’s cock tense, and begin to erupt, she came again, her pulsing pussy coaxing his orgasm.

When his cock began to pulse, Kurt pulled out and erupted upon Abigail’s ass. She could feel his warmth upon her skin, and felt sexy to have caused it. Kurt leaned against her, and they slowly recovered their breath.

When Abigail heard Thomas moan, she looked over her shoulder and saw his cock explode, spurting cum onto Steph’s lips and chin and dripping down onto her heaving breasts.

Abigail was surprised to be turned on by this sight, and she filed it away in her head that she would like to do that.

“Yes,” she thought to herself, “I am a changed woman,” as her body pressed against Kurt’s and she continued to recover her breath. But this change wasn’t scary. It was wonderful. She was sexy and powerful and, amazingly, comfortable in her own skin.

Kurt stood, and turned her to him. She turned her head up to his, kissed his lips, and said, “I have been wanting to do that for more than twenty years.”

“Me too,” Kurt replied. “Me too.”

It may have taken many years too long, but Abigail felt truly and fully alive.

She put her hand on Kurt’s chest, pushed him into a chair facing the desk, held his half-hard cock upright, sunk herself down over it, and rocked her hips until Kurt was hard again inside her and their moans filled the room.