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Introduction: The following is an entry into the CALLING ALL WRITERS PT.5 challenge on the Sex Stories forum. See the following thread: http://forum.xnxx.com/showthread.php?t=196466. Ill turn forty in a few months. Im not old, I know, but Im stagnant. My wife and I have been together for a while, but our marriage is more of a habit than a romance, at this point. Oh, its not all bad. Cindys a good woman. We have a comfortable life, the careers we always wanted, and enough vacation time and disposable income to allow for some travel, something we both enjoy.

Cindy and I love our house, our lifestyle, our common interests, just about everything about our life together. We just dont love each other. The only way we seem to be completely happy is if were sharing another woman. Cindy insists shes bi, not gay, but she only seems to glow if we have a woman in our lives. Not just in bed, either. She develops a real closeness with these women, almost seems to fall in love with them. But then she loses interest. After twelve years of marriage, I believe that Cindy just cant sustain lasting relationships. Shed probably discard me, too, but our arrangement works too well for her to give it up.

Me? Sometimes I question my capacity to love. I grew up as the only child of a pair of rather cold, guarded parents. I felt respect, pride, and concern for my well-being from them, but nothing that could ever really be called affection.

I did well in school, went in the service, survived, went to college, and eventually became a university professor. I met Cindy in grad school. We clicked. Even though we were in different majors, we shared a lot of interests academically. She wanted to be a biology professor, and I was studying archeology. When we both got job offers from the same school, we decided to get a house together. The sex was good, so we convinced ourselves we were in love and got married. Were both fond of each other, and my life would be very different without her, but I dont think either of us feels the intense love some couples do. Oh well.

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Liz was a junior archeology major. We were on a Native American dig in Arizona five summers ago. I hadnt meant for anything to happen. Sure, I liked her. She was an excellent student, a hard worker, and, I couldnt help but notice, hot as hell.

I think I passed the point of no return in my thoughts about her the day we all got a little overheated. I knew when I woke up just before dawn that it would be literally hot as hell that day. At breakfast, I suggested to the kids that we take the day off because of the heat, but they all said they wanted to work (probably afraid of losing brownie-points), so off we went. I had reminded everyone to pack a lot of water, and insisted on a ten-minute break every hour in the shade of a rock outcropping along the nearby creek.

Liz was dressed in the usual loose khaki shirt and slacks everyone wore on these things. Several times over the past few days, I thought I got a brief flash of nipple when her shirt gapped. I was pretty certain she didnt wear a bra. She didnt really need one, not because her breasts were too small, but because she was so fit. At night in the camp, she always changed into little cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt, and when the night air got chilly, it became obvious that her chest was cold.

Despite my warning, Liz went to work with her usual enthusiasm, pushing heavy wheelbarrow loads of dirt to the sifter, combing for artifacts, and removing the waste soil at her usual rapid pace. It was on our third break of the morning, about eleven oclock, when I asked all the kids how much longer we should work. Normally, we took our lunch break around one in the afternoon, and stayed in the shade until three, writing up notes and making plans for the rest of the day. I was miserable, and some of the kids were looking pretty drained, so I suggested we quit for the day.

No one wanted to be the first to agree, so I decided to take a vote. We went around the group, and ended with Liz. She looked at me and said, Doc, Im guess Im the tie-breaker. Normally, I would say we should stop wasting time and get back to work, but its just too damn hot. So, I vote we go swimming.

The creek was safe. Thats where we bathed, but we always went alone or with a same-gender partner. That was simply a matter of respect for each others modesty. I suspected some of the kids went for late-night coed swims, but, being about fifteen years older than most of them and being their professor, I never asked about it or considered joining in.

Liz looked around the group and asked, So, its decided? Were done digging for the day?

I nodded. Were off work for the day.

Good! she said, happily. She got up, walked to the edge of the creek, and pulled off her boots and socks. The hat came next, and then she untied her pony tail and combed her long dark hair out with her fingers. Turning to us, she called, Am I going to be the only one? The water looks great. Right there in front of us, she unbuttoned her shirt. Stroking her hair forward over her chest, she shrugged the shirt off. No bra. Then she took her pants off and stood there, wearing just a pair of tiny black panties. God, she was perfect.

Turning back to the water, Liz pulled her panties off and bent over at the waist to add them to the pile of clothes at her feet. That was when I made a few decisions. First, I was going swimming. Second, I wasnt going to worry about sporting a boner. If anyone couldnt understand why a thirty-five-year old professor would get hard looking at that twenty-year old ass, well, I wasnt sure an explanation was possible. Third, and most importantly, I decided I wanted to fuck Liz.

We all eventually got naked and waded into the creek. You have to be fit if youre doing an archeological dig. This was an academic exercise, but we worked like the ditch-diggers we were. The girls were all cute, and it was obvious that all us guys appreciated that, but my eyes saw little except Liz. I was right about her. Her breasts were that wonderful size that makes them fill a shirt, or your hands or mouth, perfectly. The areolas were round, about the size of a quarter, with succulent little nipples standing proudly on them, hardened by the cool water. The nearly black hair which beautified her head was completely absent from the rest of her body, allowing me a clear view of the tasty-looking outer lips of her pussy.

It wasnt until we started playing Marco Polo that I was really glad I was standing in chest-deep water. Liz was it and came wading in my direction, blindfolded by a kerchief someone gave her. Her outstretched hand touched my belly first. Gotcha! she yelled.

Wait, Liz, dont take off your blindfold, one of the guys called. Do you know who it is?

No, Liz said. Although its obviously not you, John. I can hear you behind me. Hmmm, well lets see what I can figure out. She reached up and touched my shoulder. Taller than me. That doesnt tell me much, since I think Im the shortest one here. Her hand trailed down over my chest. Male, she laughed. Her hands went to my hips. Nice butt.

Her one hand came up to my face, touching, exploring my features. Her other hand stayed on my hip and buttock, stroking lightly. I hadnt been completely hard before, but that was changing. Liz was standing close enough to me that I knew my cock was going to come up to touch her tight little belly in a few seconds. When she felt the contact, her hand came around and slid slowly up my length.

Liz whispered, Oooh, whats up, Doc? while continuing to touch my face with the hand that was visible to the others. Dont say anything, and keep a poker face, she murmured as she gently fondled my scalp with one hand and my balls with the other.

She turned away and called in the direction John was standing, I cant figure out who this is, dammit! It could be Rick, or Jerry, or maybe Mac, but I think hes too short to be Mac. How much longer do I have to figure it out?

Hurry up, or someones going to dunk you, John laughed.

Would you like that, Doc? Liz whispered into my chest as she caressed my ear. Would you like to push my head down?

Her stroking was more purposeful now. The thought of her lips around my cock made it very difficult to keep a straight face. I knew I could cum soon if she didnt stop.

Maybe we can take care of this some time, she said quietly, pulling away. Turning to the group, she said, Its gotta be Jerry. She pulled off her blindfold and saw Jerry standing to her left. Mac was to her right, near Rick, and John was standing a little further away. Huh? she said, pretending to be confused. Oh my God, its Doc! she exclaimed. She turned to face me, smiling and jumping up and down with feigned excitement. Sorry Doc! I hope you didnt mind me checking you out!

Oh, God! The small amount of bouncing her firm breasts did had me twitching in rhythm to them.

I had to be it next, but thankfully no one caught me cheating. I simply moved over to Mac and grabbed the hand on which he wore his varsity ring. That way, I could announce his identity and not have to spend any time touching him. Soon after that, I retired from the game and got out of the water. Pulling my clothes on over my wet skin felt good, and I went back into the shade.

After a few minutes, Liz joined me under the rock shelf. I nearly drooled as she wrung the water out of her hair onto her shirt, making it conform to the lovely shape of her breasts. Once again, my cock was hard as the stone I was sitting on, straining visibly inside my pants. Maybe I could come to your camper tonight, she said. You have something I want.

Id like that too, but Im not sure its a good idea, I said.

Sure it is. I can be very quiet, she smirked. Besides, I might have something in my mouth, anyway.

At that point, Mac and Janet came up to us, dressing as they walked. I could see John and Barb getting out of the water, with Rick, Jerry, Bill, Mandy, and Missy already getting dressed. When the group had settled again in our shelter, I said, I suggest we wait until early evening to walk back to camp. Im cooled off now, and Id like to stay that way. I dont care what the rest of you do, but I think Im going to take a nap. I lay down and rested my head on my day-pack. The others soon followed suit.

Im not sure how long we would have slept if a clap of thunder hadnt woken us. Even though it wasnt yet six oclock, it was pretty dark outside. I got up and looked out. I could see the rain line coming toward us, too fast for us to make it back to camp without getting caught in the storm. This looks like a big one. I think wed better stay put, I said.

The rain reached us seconds later. Thunder crashed around us, but we were about as safe from lightening in here as we would be anywhere. There was wind and a little hail, but nothing so violent that I was worried for our campsite. I knew that the shelter we were in and our dig site were well above the recent flood plain, so this was as good a place to be as any.

When the storm passed, we walked back to camp, changed clothes, and prepared our evening meal. I didnt hear anyone discuss our afternoon swim, and there didnt seem to be any negative tension in the air between us, but I did notice several of the students looking at each other with renewed interest, no doubt remembering what they had seen. I know it was a struggle for me to keep my eyes trained on the girls faces, especially Lizs. After dinner, we sat around the campfire, discussing our work, telling stories, and enjoying the cooler evening after the days scorching heat.

There was lightening on the horizon, and the weather service warned of more heavy rain coming to our area. We all decided to head to our campers a little early, so we wouldnt get caught in the storm. Several pairs of kids shared trucks with camper modules in the beds, and other kids slept alone in trucks with a simple shell cap and a mattress on the bed floor. I had a big four-wheel drive van with a camper interior. It was my bedroom and office on these digs.

I stripped to my boxers and laid on my bed. I was tired, almost asleep, despite the oncoming storm, when I head the front door of the van open.

Doc? I heard a voice whisper.

Yeah?

May I come in?

Who is it?

Liz, she whispered.

What are you doing?

Getting wet. Its starting to rain. Can I come in?

Did anyone see you? I asked.

Im not stupid, Liz answered, crawling between the front seats to join me in the back of the van. I meant what I said earlier. You have something I want, and hopefully, I have some things you might want too.

Liz, this could be bad if the others found out. I sat up on my bed, very aware that I was wearing nothing but my rapidly tenting boxer shorts in front of my student.

Which is why I waited until everyones lights had been out for at least half an hour before sneaking over here. I know this is dangerous. Thats part of what will make it so good, she said, as she pulled her shirt over her head. I want to have some fun with you, Doc.

Just then the rain started pounding on the van. The thunder seemed to be all around us now.

See, we dont even have to be quiet, Liz said, stripping off her shorts to reveal herself fully to me. She knelt on the bed with me, grabbed my cock that was working its way out of my boxers, and kissed me passionately.

That was all it took. I had made the decision earlier in the day that I wanted to fuck Liz at some point, but I had thought I would wait until we were back home to try to make it happen. As I said earlier, my wife and I had played with other women before, but none had been students, and I had never cheated alone. Somehow, those seemed like lines I shouldnt cross.

The first gentle stroke of Lizs tongue across the tip of my cock made me forget any reservations I had.

This cant happen if anyones going to find out, I hissed.

I wont tell, Liz said, yanking my shorts off and plunging my cock into her mouth. She locked her lips around me, and started moving her tongue around. The she pulled back, releasing me from her mouth and grasping me gently in her hand.

I was lying on my mattress, touching myself, remembering playing with your cock earlier today, and I just had to have you, Liz said, and then she took my cock deep into her mouth again.

Oh, God! The fantasy I had about this girl when were skinny-dipping was nothing compared to the reality. She started bobbing her head up and down, taking me deep and then pulling back till I nearly popped out, slowly at first, but then faster. I was getting to the point where I knew I was going to cum soon when she suddenly lifted her head.

Doc?

What? I groaned.

I want you to cum in my mouth. Will you do that for me?

Liz didnt wait for my answer, since she already knew what it was. She began sucking me hard, pumping purposefully on my shaft. As my penis got thicker and even harder than it had been, I began thrusting my hips. Cum for me, Doc, she whispered, stroking me with one hand and pinching her own nipple with the other.

I grunted loudly as I felt the fluid pulsing through my shaft. The first rope went deep in her mouth. She swallowed, almost choking on the volume of it. The next few spurts landed on her lips, cheeks, and chin. When I had slowed to just a dribble, she used my cock to scoop up the semen from her face and licked it off, swallowing as much as she could find.

When she was done, Liz purred, I want a turn.

Then get that pussy up here, I growled, dragging her up my body. I could feel the wetness of her sex as her lips rubbed across my re-awakening cock. God, that felt good! Part of me wanted to just rub her cunt on me until I was hard enough to enter her, but my oral fixation dictated that I grab her hips and bring her pussy to my mouth.

When she was positioned above my face, I spread her lips with my thumbs and licked her from her asshole to her clit and back again. She squirmed and moaned above me, grinding her sex on my mouth.

I started eating pussy in high school. Ive never fucked a woman I didnt lick first. Call it a fetish, whatever. Its one of my favorite things to do with Cindy, whether theres another woman in the bed or not. I know women like it, and a happy partner is an enthusiastic partner. Liz was no exception. The harder I pushed my tongue into her little pussy, the louder she moaned, and the more her juices flowed. She reached behind her and began jacking me to full hardness again.

The ancient storm gods must have liked what we were doing. Rain was hammering on the roof and windows of the van, thunder was crashing around us, lightening was strobe-lighting above the sunroof. When I moved to nibble on Lizs tender little button, no one heard her wailing out her first orgasm.

Oh God, no more! she moaned as she recovered.

Why not? I asked, still lapping up her moisture.

I cant take it any more!

Too bad, you started this, so just hang on for the ride, I said, easing a finger into her vagina while licking her engorged clit.

Liz seemed to forget about my handjob for a while, concentrating on the sensations I was giving her. That was all right. I knew wed get back to me later, and I was still thirsty for more of her nectar. I pushed a second finger into her pussy and rubbed her little asshole with my other thumb, kissing and nibbling everywhere at once. When I found her g-spot, I began pumping vigorously in and out of her openings, licking everything my fingers werent stimulating.

Oh, oh, oh God, oh shit, oh fuck, she panted as she began to shake. Every plunge of my fingers against her little spongy spot was answered by a moan, and every push of my thumb into her ass brought a grunt. She was thrusting her hips now, caught up in her impending climax. When it finally came, she screamed as her pussy muscles clamped my fingers in place. Warm liquid pulsed from her spent pussy onto my face.

As soon as her muscles relaxed a little on my fingers, I started in again. This time, I grabbed a pussy lip between my lip-covered teeth and pulled. My fingers were pistoning rapidly in an out of her vagina, curling on each outward stroke to squeeze her g-spot. My thumb was busy with her ass, moving left and right, up and down, pushing against it, helping to drive her wild. My mouth was everywhere, licking around my fingers, lapping at her labia, play-biting the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and sucking on her clit.

By this time, Liz was bracing herself by pushing her hands against the ceiling of the van. Her head was thrown back, her long dark hair trembling with her movements. Her mouth was open in a scream, but no sound was coming out except for the rasp of her hyperventilation. She seemed to be cumming continuously now, sweat was trickling from her cleavage and stinging my eyes. She had lost all her earlier rhythm and was quivering and shaking violently. Fine streams of juice were being forced out around my fingers.

Suddenly, she reared back and collapsed on her side, pulling her treasures away from me. Im done,… I cant,… please dont make me,… oh God you have to stop! she stammered.

I pulled her back on top of me, cradling her head on my chest and stroking her hair. Calm down, baby, relax, rest, sleep, I whispered as I caressed her.

The worst of the storm had passed. It was still raining hard, but the thunder and lightening had moved away. Soon, I could hear Lizs gentle breathing as she slept in my arms.

I guess I dozed off too. I became aware of a soft pair of lips gently kissing my neck while a soft, moist pair of pussy lips slowly massaged the underside of my cock Gathering my senses, I began running my fingertips lightly up and down her back.

She said, Its almost two am, Doc. The storm is over.

You should go back to your camper, Liz, I said.

I know, she breathed, but I think theres still time for us to make love. I want you inside me.

I was hard again from the sensation of her wet little pussy rubbing over me. She sat up and positioned herself over my manhood. Can we be gentle, Doc? Can we be quiet? she asked. There was just enough moonlight for me to be able to see her pretty face gazing down at me.

I think so. You set the pace.

All right, she said. She moved slowly, at first just rubbing her pussy over my cock-head, mixing her juices with mine, moistening everything thoroughly. Then she moved to notch me into her opening and let out a little moan of pleasure. Slowly, she lowered herself, taking my length into her tight velvet tunnel. When she had finally settled her pelvis onto mine, she sighed, Oh Doc, that feels so good.

Yes, baby, yes it does, I said, running my hands gently from her thighs, to her ass, and finally onto her back. Lean forward a little. I want to touch your breasts.

They were wonderful young, firm yet soft to the touch, warm, the areolas crinkled beautifully around hard little nipples. I knew that, the next time I got this girl into bed, I wanted to kiss, and lick, and just generally devour them.

As I worshiped her breasts, Liz began to rock slowly on me. At first, she kept me buried to the hilt inside her. She didnt talk, and the action was too slow for gasping or crying out. The sound she made was almost like a cat purring. This was a sensuousness I hadnt felt before in a woman so young. Younger people like to fuck, to screw, to bang each other. They like to be sweaty and dirty, rutting like animals. Thats great. I love it too. Thats all Cindy and I did for quite a while after we first got together, and a lot of our sessions are still like that, especially if we have a younger woman with us.

Liz and I were making love, our first time together, in a way that Cindy and I took five years to learn. She was fucking me deep, purposefully, but with such luxurious movements and unhurried pace, that I knew this night would be forever burned into my memory. As we mated, I wondered what it would be like to make this girl a long-term, important part of Cindys and my lives.

By this time, Liz was supporting her upper body by gripping my shoulders with her strong, small hands. I was fondling her taut asscheeks with one hand, and gently rolling her one nipple between the fingers of the other. She was taking long, slow strokes on my meat, sometimes rocking her hips forward and back, sometimes from side to side.

I wanted to wait to cum for a week or two, just so I could experience more of her pleasure. But after about fifteen minutes, I knew that wouldnt be possible. Liz could feel the changes in me as I moved toward orgasm.

Fill me, Doc, she whispered. Cum inside me. I need it.

When I was ready, I pulled her down onto me, stopping her movement, pushing myself as deep into her as I could. As the third stream of my cum spurted inside her, the strong muscles of her vagina began their wave-like movement. This time, the only sounds we made as we came were sighs.

After a few minutes, she pulled herself off my softened cock and kissed me. These kisses were different from the one we had shared when she first got in my van. They were the kisses a tired and well-fucked woman gives to a tired and well-fucked man.

We cuddled for a while, her head on my chest and her one thigh across my belly. Doc? she said.

Yes?

I dont want to fall in love with you. Youre my professor, and I know we shouldnt have done this, but I do want to be with you again. When we get back to school, can I see you?

You know Im married, dont you?

Of course. I took several courses with your wife. I really liked her. The first time I saw her I thought she was a grad student. I was shocked when I found out shes, like, in her mid thirties. Shes gorgeous, Liz said.

You think so? I asked.

God, yes. Shes sexy as hell, even though she tries to look professional. You could tell a lot of the guys in class would like to fuck her. Hell, Id fuck her.

Really? You like women? I asked.

Well, I dunno,… Ive thought about it,… I think everyone has at some point.

Would you like to come to our place for dinner? Maybe some entertainment afterward? I asked.

Oh, well, I dont know, Ive never,… she stammered. Sure.

Ill see if I can arrange something, I said.

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The rest of our stay at the dig was spent working hard, repairing the slight damage the storms had caused and making up for the time we had lost. Liz and I worked side by side, but we both tried to act like our night together hadnt happened. There was only the occasional smile or long look, and I think we did a pretty good job of looking innocent in front of the others.

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On my first night back home with Cindy, we didnt get much sleep. She dragged me into the shower almost the moment we got back home. When we started running out of hot water, we dried our tired bodies, sated for the moment, and made dinner. As we ate, I told her about my time on the dig. I wasnt sure how to tell the story about Liz, but Cindy knew something was up.

Paul, youve told me about your findings, the artifacts, and your male students. But you havent said anything about the girls, Cindy said.

This was as good a time as any.

I have someone I want you to meet. Her name is Elizabeth Moss.

Elizabeth Moss, Elizabeth Moss, oh, yeah, Liz Moss. Cindy said. Yes, I remember her. She was in several of my classes over the last couple years. Beautiful girl.

She thinks youre gorgeous. She said shed like to fuck you.

What? When did she say that? Cindy asked, her face breaking into a wicked smile.

Right after she fucked me. She came over to my van one night when we had some storms. I began to tell her the whole story about our skinny-dipping and both the torrid and gentle sex we shared that night.

Cindy sat and listened for a while, and slowly began fidgeting in her chair. Suddenly, she stood up and untied her dressing gown, shrugging it off her shoulders. Well finish this discussion in bed, she said. I want to know exactly what you two did, and I want to do the exact same things with you. Right now. She turned and walked toward our room, her tasty ass swaying as she moved.

We did manage to duplicate the events of that night in my van. Cindy is a very skillful and energetic lover. She knows exactly what to do when to extract every bit of pleasure from me, along with every drop of cum. We finally slept after a long love-making session, the kind I had thought only well-practiced partners could enjoy.

I woke up spooned behind my wife, my morning wood wedged between the firm cheeks of her sweet ass. The feel of her skin on mine, the warmth of her buttocks on my genitals, made me reach around her to fondle her breast. With sleep in her voice, Cindy asked, You didnt fuck her ass, did you?

No.

You can do that while I sixty-nine with her. Invite her for dinner this weekend. Make sure she knows shes spending the night, okay?

Sure.

Good. Now let me suck you till youre nice and hard and wet. I want you in my ass, Cindy said.

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Friday night came, and Liz appeared at our door. She looked a little nervous, even though I had told her that my wife knew what we had done in my camper. Dinner was amazing, as usual when Cindy entertains, and she did her best to put Liz at ease by chatting with her throughout the meal. After dessert, we moved to the living room for drinks and more conversation. I lit a fire in the fireplace, while Cindy excused herself and went to our bedroom.

Liz sat on the couch, and when I was satisfied with the fire, I sat down next to her. Liz, I said, youve seemed on edge all night. Are you having second thoughts about being here?

She blushed a little and fidgeted, playing with the hem of her little black dress and crossing and un-crossing her slender but shapely legs. I guess Im just nervous about being in the home of a woman whose husband Ive slept with. I never was with a married man before.

Cindy returned to the room at that point, wearing a long, filmy black dressing gown. It was part of an ensemble I had bought her for her birthday a few years earlier, so I knew that under the gown she was wearing the matching baby-doll negligee and crotchless panties that she always wore when we were bringing a new woman into our lives. Cindy said, I couldnt help overhearing what you said, dear. I hope Paul told you that our marriage arrangement allows us to play with others. That is, as long as we share. Tell me, have you ever been with a married woman before?

No, Liz said in a small voice, chewing on her lower lip.

Hmmm, Cindy mused. Well, maybe we can make you more comfortable. Paul, would you help me with this? She stood in front of the fireplace and untied the sash on her gown.

I patted Liz on the knee and went over to Cindy. I slipped the gown off her shoulders, revealing the filmy garments underneath. Cindys erect nipples showed proudly through the flimsy fabric, but she stood with her legs together, concealing the fact that her pussy was exposed. I draped the gown over a nearby chair, and then pulled my wife to me and kissed her.

Show our new playmate what we like to do, honey, Cindy said.

I pulled Cindy to me, and began to kiss her passionately. I slipped a strap of her negligee off her shoulder, exposing one of her high, full breasts and palming the nipple with my hand. I began to kiss and lick my way from her face, down the side of her neck, onto her shoulder, and eventually to her breast. Cindy, meanwhile, was caressing my ass through my clothes. When I untied the laces that held the negligee closed and slipped it off her, Cindy pushed herself away from me and stood, facing Liz, her legs slightly apart so that Liz could peek at her wet sex, exposed through her panties.

Cindy turned back to me, pulled my shirt over my head, and threw it on the chair with her gown. She then bent at the waist facing me, her lush, toned ass facing Liz. From her sweet aroma, I knew that Cindy was wet, and I imagined Liz would soon be able to see Cindys abundant moisture glistening on the insides of her thighs. My wife then unfastened my trousers, and let them fall to the floor. I had gone commando, so my half-erect cock was exposed to my student.

Paul tells me youre a good little cocksucker, Cindy said, looking over her shoulder at the girl on our couch. This is how I like to do it. She took my cock in her hand, lifted it up against my belly, and began licking my scrotum, eventually taking my testicles into her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily. She then bathed my cock with her talented tongue. After only a few moments of this, my penis, now fully engorged, began to leak pre-cum. Cindy is very good at what she does.

Liz was watching with rapt attention. I could see her face flushing, and her thighs began to part slowly, allowing me a peek at her panties. Soon, I could see the lacy white fabric darken with moisture.

Cindy turned us so we were presenting a profile view to Liz, squatted in front of me, and enveloped me in her mouth. As she bobbed her head back and forth on my cock, she began to tease her own sex with her fingers. After all these years, Cindy can gauge my level of arousal well, so she knew when it was time to stop so I wouldnt cum. She pulled her mouth off me, helped me off with my pants and shoes, slipped off her panties, and stood up to face Liz.

Come here, sweetie. Its time for you to join us, Cindy purred.

Liz stood up, looking very nervous. Cindy went to her, took her hand, and led her over to me where I stood on the bearskin rug in front of the fire. She embraced Liz gently. Have you ever had your pussy licked? Cindy asked.

Yes, I love it when a man does that for me, Liz answered.

Has a woman ever done that for you? Cindy asked, running her hands lightly over Lizs breasts and ass.

No, Liz whispered. I could see her trembling slightly.

Then youve never really had your pussy licked, Cindy said. She turned Liz to face me, and pulled down the zipper on the back of my students dress. She worked the little black dress up over Lizs head, leaving her standing in front of me in her damp white lacy panties and her black, strap-on, stiletto-heeled platform shoes. My cock twitched at the sight.

Cindy unfastened the tie that held Lizs long dark ponytail and gathered the hair in one hand so she could kiss the back of Lizs neck. Pulling Liz back against her, Cindy ground her pelvis against her ass and reached around her to fondle her hard nipples. I think she likes this, Paul, Cindy giggled.

My wife then sank to her knees behind Liz, raining kisses down her back as she went. When she got to her ass, Cindy pulled Lizs sodden panties down and helped her step out of them. The look of apprehension in Lizs eyes was being replaced by a look of need. She stood there, naked except for her fuck-me shoes.

Lets have you lie down here and get comfortable, Cindy said, helping Liz to lie on her back on the rug in front of me. Now, sweetie, no one knows what a woman needs better than another woman, my wife said. Im going to show you what I mean.

Gently pushing Lizs legs apart, Cindy lay on her belly between them. The first touch of my wifes tongue to Lizs private parts brought a little gasp from both of them. Cindy licked her delicately, using just the tip of her tongue to explore the girls outer lips. Mmmm, Cindy whispered. Shes sweet. No wonder you like her, Paul.

I watched for a while, my erection throbbing with my pulse, as my wife pleasured our new lover. It didnt take long for Liz to begin moving her hips up to meet Cindys probing tongue. Soon, Lizs hands strayed to her own breasts and began fondling and squeezing the nipples.

Cindy paused for a moment. Honey, help her with those, she said, pointing to Lizs breasts.

I lay down next to Liz and began licking and kissing her nipples. They were impossibly hard. I took one between my teeth and bit gently, just enough to allow me hold it still as I raked my tongue back and forth across it. Liz gasped at the sensation, and began rolling her hips faster, causing Cindys tongue to play on her.

Cindy can cum from performing oral sex on a man or a woman, even without being physically stimulated herself. I could tell from the sweet whimpers coming from deep in my wifes chest that this was turning her on, and Lizs arousal was obvious. When she finally grabbed a handful of Cindys hair, forcing my wifes face into her crotch, I sucked as much of Lizs tit into my mouth as I could.

The women reached their climaxes at the same time, Liz bucking her hips and Cindy writhing between her legs. The sight of two beautiful women in the throes of orgasm, the sounds they made, and the aroma of sex heavy in the air, made me want release badly, too.

When Liz finally released her death-grip on my wife, Cindy crawled away from her and smiled at me. Her face was wet with Lizs juice. Did you like that, Paul? she asked.

Hell, yes, honey. That was wonderful. You two are so beautiful and so damn hot! I said.

Liz propped herself up on one elbow to look at us. Her face was damp and flushed. I never thought of myself as a lesbian, she said.

Cindy said, Youre not, unless youve now decided that you like women better than men. Im bi I love to play with both pussies and cocks. And speaking of cocks, lets make him cum.

My wife motioned for me to lie on my back, and she knelt next to me and leaned over to kiss my belly. Would you like to help me blow my husband?

Liz, still looking a bit overwhelmed from her orgasm, knelt next to me opposite Cindy, and began running her fingertips lightly over my cock and balls. At a nod from Cindy, Liz leaned down and licked away the drop of pre-cum that was dripping from me. When she pulled back, Cindy took her place, bathing my shaft with her tongue. Liz then grasped my manhood and began sucking on the head of my dick. After a few good slurps and sucks, she pointed me toward Cindy, who plunged her mouth down onto me.

Cindy bobbed her head up and down, taking me deep into her mouth, and then released me and pointed me back toward Liz. They alternated like this for a while, teasing me, stroking me, licking me, sucking me, until I knew I was going to unload. Cindy knew it, too, and when her final turn came, she clamped her lips firmly onto my shaft and raked her tongue back and forth on the head of my cock, willing me to cum.

I blasted my spunk into my wifes mouth, grunting with each rope that escaped me. When I was done, Cindy pulled her lips carefully off my tired manhood, grabbed Liz, and forced her tongue into the girls mouth. For a second, Liz looked surprised, but then returned the kiss with passion, using her tongue to take some of my cum from my wifes mouth. Finally, both girls swallowed and showed me their empty mouths.

I crawled back out of the way, and Cindy lay down on her back, pulling Liz with her into a tight embrace. They resumed their kissing, and soon, Lizs hand moved down to Cindys breasts. When she found a nipple, Liz rolled it between her fingers as they continued to French kiss. Soon, both women were fondling each others pussies.

Breaking the kiss, Cindy asked Liz, Are you ready to lick me?

Ive never done that before, Liz said.

I know. Its okay. Just do to me what I did to you. Do what you think would feel good. Here, let me remind you. Cindy helped Liz to move over her in a sixty-nine position. Liz looked a bit apprehensive, but when Cindy buried a finger inside Lizs dripping cunt, Liz took a few tentative licks at my wifes clean-shaven mound. Soon, it was obvious that both girls were enjoying themselves.

Cindy looked at me and smiled. Then she ran her tongue slowly from Lizs clit, through her lips, plunging into her vagina for a moment, and finishing by licking Lizs puckered pink star. That made Liz cry out, Oh, God, I never knew having my ass played with would feel so good!

If youd like, baby, Paul will put something in there that will feel much better than my tongue, Cindy said.

You mean, fucking my ass, Doc? Liz asked.

Has anyone ever done that to you before, baby? I responded.

Youre the first people to ever really touch me there, Liz said. Wont it hurt?

Paul knows what hes doing, sweetie, my wife said. Hell be gentle the first time.

Cindy had more confidence in my self-control than I did. Seeing that luscious, innocent ass, above the tight pussy my beautiful and lusty wife was devouring, inspired some nice new fantasies.

Gently massaging her buttocks with my one hand, I slowly worked the index finger of the other into Lizs little hole. Relax, honey, I said. Just relax and enjoy.

How am I supposed to relax when your wife is making me crazy? Liz gasped. Shes gonna make me cum again!

Cindy, I said, can you ease up on her for a minute?

Fuck that, baby, wait your turn! I want to drink her again, my wife snarled. Liz, do this to me, baby. Cindy worked two fingers into Lizs tight pussy and began sawing away on her g-spot.

OH, FUCK! Liz screamed, as her nectar began to flow freely down Cindys fingers.

The wonderful thing about sex with Cindy is that she gets so much pleasure out of making someone else cum that it puts her right on the edge. Even as Liz was still shuddering from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, she managed to catapult Cindy over that edge.

Finally, both girls stopped shaking. Liz looked too weak to move, so I lifted her and turned her around to lie next to my wife. Cindy quickly pulled Liz to her and spooned tight against her, kissing her on the neck and shoulders. Ready for more, Liz?

No. No. Not right now. Im sorry. I just have to rest a little, catch my breath, Liz said in a tired voice. God, Ive never cum that hard with anyone except Doc.

Good, Cindy said, good. I hoped youd have a good time. I knew you were a good little cocksucker, but youre a good little cunt-licker, too. She kissed Lizs shoulder again, stroking some damp strands of that sexy dark hair off the girls neck. Why dont we all have a nice soak in a warm bubble bath? We can relax and then maybe we can all play some more.

I was almost done running the water when the girls came into the bathroom, Cindy carrying an armload of towels and Liz with a bottle of wine and three glasses. Of course, they were both still naked, as was I. The sight of these two wonderful women, young, petite, long-haired Liz and my taller, shorter-haired and incredibly sexy wife, brought my cock back to full readiness.

The girls settled into the tub while I busied myself opening the wine and filling our glasses. They sat side by side, fondling each others breasts and staring at my erection as I joined them.

In our house, Cindy said, we wash each other whenever we can, and we always help our guests. Paul, would you help me get our new friend nice and clean?

It would be my pleasure, I replied as I began to gently stroke Lizs face with a washcloth. Cindy started on her throat, and slowly worked her way down to the girls breasts, washing, fondling, and teasing her beautiful mounds with their hard nipples. Liz sat quietly, murmuring her appreciation.

I moved behind Liz and started bathing her back while Cindy concentrated on her front. Eventually, Cindy helped Liz to kneel between us, so we could concentrate on the areas we had already used, and on an area that had not yet been properly explored. As my wife stroked Lizs ripe and beautiful pussy, I bathed her ass, discarding the washcloth to allow my fingers to explore and probe her anus. Liz came again, luxurious and slow this time, when we each had fingers buried inside her.

We paused to sip our wine. Are you having a good time, honey? Cindy asked Liz.

I never imagined this evening would end like this, Liz said.

End? Who says its ending? Were just taking a break, Cindy said, a wicked grin on her face. Paul, look under that stack of towels. Is there something there that may be useful?

I lifted the towels and found Cindys favorite cock-shaped dildo and a bottle of lube.

Liz, I hope we havent gone too fast for you tonight, Cindy said. Weve introduced you to some things that apparently were new to you. Having a woman go down on you. Having you lick another woman. Sharing a married man with his wife. Are you ready for more?

I guess so, Liz answered. I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

Good, Cindy said. Paul, hand me my toy. Come here, Liz honey. I promise you well be gentle. Cindy sat on the low ledge inside the tub, and drew Liz toward her. They embraced, and starting kissing slowly as I watched.

As my wife kissed my student, she maneuvered Liz so that her firm little ass was exposed to me. She rubbed the toy over Lizs breasts, then moved it down to tease her pussy. I could see the rubber cock rubbing back and forth over her lips, spreading them slightly, then moving away. Liz was gently humping against it.

Cindy looked at me and nodded. I opened the lube, coated my fingers with it, and stroked and probed Lizs asshole. Then I coated my cock with the goo and pressed the head against her pucker. Are you ready for me? I asked.

Just take it slow, Liz breathed.

As I pushed my cock against her sphincter, Liz moaned, humping gently on Cindys dildo. Cindy pushed the toy an inch into Lizs pussy, and at that moment, her asshole relaxed, allowing the head of my dick to enter her.

Ooooh, Liz moaned. Cindy, help me.

What do you need, baby? my wife asked, continuing to stimulate Lizs lips and clit with the toy.

I need that toy inside me, Liz groaned.

You want me and him in you at the same time? You want a DP?

Yes, please, Liz whimpered.

By this time, I was halfway inside her virgin asshole. She was hot and tight, and squirming like mad. Her words seemed as though she liked it, but her body language said otherwise.

Liz, I said, we dont have to do this.

Yes, we do, dammit! Fuck me!

Somehow, I managed to push the rest of my length into her until my groin was pressed tight to her buttocks. I stopped all my movement at that point to give Liz a chance to catch up, although I could feel my cock throbbing inside of her.

Push that fucking toy all the way in, Cindy, Liz groaned. If Im going to be filled, then fill me right!

Cindy eased the dildo into Lizs pussy. I could feel the toy against the underside of my cock through the thin tissues between her vagina and her rectum.

The poor girl was sweating profusely, struggling to adjust to these new sensations. Neither Cindy nor I moved.

After a moment, Liz said, You guys are killing me. My God, Ive never felt so stuffed. But Im okay now, I think. Doc, start fucking me. Go slow until Im used to it. Cindy, just hold the toy in there for a minute.

I pulled back slowly, so that only the head of my cock was still in her ass, and then advanced again, burying my full length inside her. After a dozen or so strokes, I could feel some of the tension leave her body.

Okay Cindy, please start fucking me with your toy.

Cindy moved at the same pace I did, advancing when I retreated, and pulling out when I pushed. She was hugging Liz, caressing her hair and kissing her gently.

Liz was breathing deeper now, seeming both more relaxed and more turned on. She said, I think I like this. It hurts a little, but its so damn good!

Cindy was the first girl I had ever had anal sex with. We had both been apprehensive at first, but found that we both enjoyed it. Even though Cindys pussy is nice and tight, and fits me like a glove, her ass is even tighter. Sooner or later, every woman we brought to our bed tried it, too. Most came to enjoy it.

Liz was no exception. She began to move against me, thrusting me deeper and harder inside her. Cindy kept stroking the dildo in and out of Lizs swampy pussy, and soon I was pounding myself into her bowel.

Cindy, my clit! Rub my clit! Im gonna cum, I gonna cum, OH GOD! Liz screamed. She began shaking violently, and reached back to me, digging her fingernails into my buttocks in an attempt to force me deeper into her. It was too much for me, and I pumped my semen into her ass.

When we were finished, Liz collapsed against Cindy. I knew I was done for the night, and from the looks of her, I could tell Liz was too. We cleaned ourselves up, got dried off, and went to our king size bed for some much-needed rest.

I was awakened the next morning by Cindys voice. Oh, yes, Liz, right there, right there! she said. My wife was on her back, her legs spread, and my student was busily eating her. When I sat up to get a better look, Liz paused for a second to say, Fuck me, Doc. Not my ass. Im still a little sore, but my pussy really needs you.

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After Liz had left, my wife and I sat at the kitchen table and talked.

You found a live one this time, Cindy said with a smile.

I thought youd like her, I replied.

I do, Cindy said. Lets have her come over again next weekend.

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Liz became a pretty regular guest at our house. She loved sex, every bit as much as Cindy and I do. We always had a great time, and Liz came to love fucking Cindy as much as she did fucking me. She even brought a friend over one time to introduce her to the pleasures of being with a woman. That night damn near killed me.

Usually, Cindy and I would be together with Liz, but occasionally Liz would visit in the evening when Cindy was teaching one of her late classes. Thats where the trouble started. One night, just before Winter Break, Cindy came home to find Liz in bed with me. We had fallen asleep after a vigorous session, Liz on top of me where she had collapsed after her last orgasm. My wilted cock was still inside her.

I woke up to see Cindy standing next to the bed, quietly observing us. Im not sure how long she had been there. I thought it odd that Cindy didnt crawl in bed with us. Instead, she shook Liz awake.

Did you two have fun? my wife asked.

Hi honey. We always have fun. Dont we, Liz?

Liz yawned and rolled off me. We sure do. Your husband is damn good in bed, in case you hadnt noticed, she said.

Yes, he is, Cindy said. Thats one of the reasons I married him. Now if you dont mind, Id like to have a little alone time with him, assuming you havent used him up.

I dont know if Liz heard the tone of Cindys voice or noticed the set of her jaw, but I did. When we were dressed and Liz had left, I asked Cindy if anything was wrong.

Wrong? Yeah, somethings wrong. You know Liz talks in her sleep.

Yeah, she does some times, I said.

Did you hear her tonight?

No. What did she say?

The little bitch was telling you she loves you. I love you so much, Doc, she said. I want to always be with you, she said. Thats a problem. A big problem, as I see it.

I didnt hear her, I said.

Yeah, right.

I didnt. Shes never said anything like that to me when she was awake, I said.

You sound awfully defensive, Cindy said.

Are you accusing me of something, Cindy? Because, if you are, I think youd better spell it out. Im not a mind-reader.

I think you two have gotten a little too close. I think youre falling for her.

Thats ridiculous. I like her, sure, but its all about the sex. To me, theres nothing different about this from the way its been with any other woman weve shared, I said.

Oh, theres a difference, Paul. A big difference. When we started our threesome lifestyle, we agreed that I would be the one to choose our playmate. We agreed that we would always have the girl together. Have you forgotten that? Cindy asked.

I thought it wouldnt matter, I said.

Oh, you did, did you? Cindy said. And just exactly why did you think that?

Well, I thought you liked her.

I did like her. I do like her, but not enough to let her steal my husband away from me, Cindy said, a sharp edge in her voice. Its late, and Im tired. Lets go to bed. We can discuss this more in the morning.

Cindy got ready for bed, putting on her flannel nightgown, the one that clearly indicates she wants to sleep. Taking my cue, I got in my side of the bed, rolled on my side with my back to Cindy, and closed my eyes.

The next morning, Cindy seemed to be in a slightly better mood. We shared breakfast-making chores and made small talk as we ate, neither of us bringing up the incidents of the previous evening. When the dishes were cleared, I decided it was time to talk.

About last night,… I began.

There really isnt much to say, Cindy interrupted. I just think it would be best if we stopped seeing her.

Should I talk to her? I asked.

No, Im afraid of what youll say. Ill talk to her. In fact, Im calling the little slut right now, Cindy said, dialing her phone.

Liz? Cindy. Do you have any classes with Paul next semester? No? Well maybe thats good. Weve just had a little discussion, and we believe this thing of ours has gotten out of hand. It was probably a bad idea for us to get involved with one of our students, and we dont want anyone to get hurt. We think it would be best for everyone if you didnt come over here any more.

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Liz didnt return to the university after Winter Break. I learned from the Registrars Office that she had her transcripts sent to several other schools, and had withdrawn from ours. It was only after she was gone that I understood how much she really had begun to mean to me. Cindy had been right I had been allowing myself to have feelings for her that went way beyond what I normally experienced with the women Cindy brought home.

Soon, my wife found another young woman for us to play with. This one, a tall, buxom blonde, different in every way from Liz, was primarily interested in my wife. I had the distinct impression that she only had sex with me because Cindy seemed to expect it.

True to her old pattern, Cindy eventually tired of this girl, broke off the relationship, and found another. My wife was always careful, especially with the ones who seemed to really like sex with me, to make sure these girls didnt spend too much time at our house when she wasnt home.

When it was time for my summer work at the dig in Arizona that year, Cindy insisted we hold our final planning meetings at our house. She made a point of getting to know all the female students. To them, Im sure it seemed as though she was simply being their professors supportive wife, who took an interest in my work. To me, it was obvious she was checking out the competition.

Nothing happened between me and any of my students again. Cindy gave me a satellite phone as a going-away present the year after Liz came into our lives, and called me on it every night while I was on the dig. My students all came to expect the odd sound of my phone going off at random times during the afternoon and evening. Several of them remarked how sweet it was that Cindy kept in contact with me, but I knew she was keeping tabs.

Cindy and I took our usual vacations, and traveled occasionally for educational purposes. On a few of those trips, we picked up girls for one-night stands. Cindy always was the one to first approach these women, and I certainly never could find fault with her taste. I did notice, however, that none of the brunettes had long hair.

This morning, we flew to a two-day conference. Tomorrow is the first official day of meetings and presentations, and the next day I will be delivering a paper on my findings at the Arizona site I have been working at for a number of years.

Cindy and I planned to visit the Civic Center to see some of the exhibits and generally get our bearings before tomorrows opening of the conference. After a brief tour of the facility, we decided to check out the shopping complex across the plaza, before heading back to our hotel. We had time before we had to get ready for the cocktail reception we were going to that evening. For fun, we took the elevated walkway that crossed the boulevard and gardens.

Cindy said nothing, but she suddenly took my hand and began to walk a little faster. Thats when I saw the petite young woman sitting on the bench. She was wearing the same type of shoes, what could have been the same little black dress, and had her long, straight dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.

I tried not to be too obvious about looking at her, but just as we passed the bench, the girl looked up, making brief eye contact with me.

I couldnt help myself. I had to look. Was that Liz? Could that have been her?