Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 19:40:11 -0500
From: bobizagingwell@yahoo.com
Subject: Bob and Marcy

This is a true story of the love of two people  It contains some graphic
sexual references and sexual contact stories between consenting adults,
included male/male and female/male contact. If you are offended by such
descriptions, please leave now.  

Thank you, 
Bob

If you'd like more, please email
bobizagingwell@yahoo.com


Bob and Marcy 

	They were older when they met at work.  Both had relationships that
had not worked out.  Both fell in love with the bright, cheery attitude of
the other.  They dated for a long while, not wanting to ruin the
relationship with sexual contact.  Instead they courted each other, sending
each other funny cards and flowers and little gifts.  They would leave
special items on each other's desks.  They were falling deeply in love, and
as with all relationships, conversation over pleasant wines would and could
turn to talk of sex.

	Bob had always fantasized about the diversity of the sexual
relationship.  He had often wondered what oral sex felt like for a woman,
and what she would feel when having oral sex with a man.  Often, he would
think he was gay, or at least bisexual. In his sexual relationships in the
past, he had often kissed a woman deeply after she performed oral sex on
him, savoring the taste and smell of a man.  He would often perform oral
sex on a partner after intercourse.  And this night, he shared his sexual
reality with Marcy.

	Marcy had never had sex with a woman, and had never even considered
the possibility.  She had some trouble relating to what Bob was telling
her.  And, of course, her first reaction was the typically that of a 30
year old single female .."just as I thought, all the good ones are gay!".
But somehow, listening to this handsome, sexy man relate his innermost
sexual feelings to her was quite a turn on.

	She point blank asked him, "Are you gay?"

	Bob was not offended at all by the inquiry, and answered
truthfully, without hesitation, "I had a sexual experience with a man.  It
happened about 10 years ago, after a bachelor party that was being held
quite a distance from my home.  They were showing X-rated movies, and to
say the least they were doing their job.  I was feeling quite aroused.  The
guy I was staying with at the hotel noticed that I was getting pretty
drunk, and suggested we go back to our room and get some rest so we'd be
ready for the wedding early the next afternoon.  I found out later that he
was bisexual.  Anyway, when we got back to the hotel, I stripped and
dropped into the bed, feeling a little woozy from all the booze.  I put one
leg on the floor to stop the room from spinning.  I must have passed out,
for the next thing I remembered, was a hand on my crotch, rubbing me.  I
was getting turned on again, and not really thinking about who it was.  I
turned my head and opened my eyes, and here was my friends hard dick just
inches from my face.  At first I was surprised, then curious, and finally
sucking," Bob explained.

	"You sucked a man?" Marcy asked, not disdainfully, but rather with
a certain curiously sexual inference.

	Bob continued, "Yeah, for a few seconds.  Unfortunately, the
dizzying effects of the alcohol were still all to powerful, and I got up
from the bed, bounded into the bathroom and threw up. Poor guy must have
thought that I was totally repulsed by the moment."
	Marcy curled her legs up into a ball on her couch, and leaned
toward Bob.  She was getting quite turned on by this conversation, and she
didn't understand why.  She had been physically sickened in the past, when
she and her girlfriends had spoken on the sex habits of gay men.
	"What happened when you came back into the room? she asked.
	"I laid down on the other bed.  He came over to me, sucked on my
cock for a few moments.  Turned into a 69 and offered his cock to me
again," Bob explained.
	"Apparently he didn't think you were too disgusted by it," she
laughed.
	"Yeah, apparently not," Bob laughed in return. "We continued
sucking on each other, until I passed out.  I woke up the next morning with
him naked next to me.  I don't think anything else happened.  We just got
up, showered, and went to the wedding.  Nothing was ever said of the events
of that night again."
	"Have you had sex with a man since?" she asked.  She was surprised
by her need to know.  It was quite obvious that this conversation was
having a effect on her.  She had pulled her knees up into her chest,
looking like a little schoolgirl waiting for the next tasty tidbit of
gossip.  But her face told another story.  He face was flushed, and her
breathing was labored.  She was having trouble forming the words.
	"A few years ago, when I lived in Phoenix, a man who was a friend
of my ex-wife's asked if I wanted to go out for drinks.  On the way back to
my house, he asked if I was into sex.  I, of course said, yes.  He then
leaned over and kissed me, putting his hand on my crotch.  I pushed him
away, quite violently, which I've always thought was kind of funny.  I did
not hesitate to stick a man's cock in my mouth, but just the thought of
kissing a man gave me the heebie-jeebies," Bob explained as his voice
trailed off.
	Marcy could tell from Bob's actions that there was more to tell,
and she now desperately wanted to hear it.
	"What happened next?" she asked, hoping for something special.  She
wasn't disappointed.
	"We drove the rest of the way in silence.  Him feeling totally
mortified.  I was feeling ... I was feeling... hell, I don't know what I
was feeling.  Slightly turned on.  The memory of what a cock felt like in
my mouth was very vivid.  I did want to try it again."
	Bob stopped for a moment, reached over for his glass of wine, took
a big drink and continued.  Marcy repositioned herself on the couch, with
one of her heels rubbing her in such a way that she was now not only
getting aural, but physical inspiration as well!
	"When we arrived back at my house, we parked in an adjacent parking
lot.  It was protected by old cottonwoods.  No one can see in, and you
can't see out.  We got out of my car, you know that old Beetle I had when I
first came here?  And we walked toward the house in silence.  As we passed
his truck, I stopped, grabbed his arm, and climbed into the bed of his
pickup.  I unzipped my pants, he did the same, and we were naked from the
waist down in seconds.  He lay down and I arranged myself in a 69 over him.
I slipped his cock slowly into my mouth.  And then went crazy, sucking,
licking.  I took him all the way in.  I could feel his cock curving down my
throat.  It was all way to much for him and he started to cum.  It seemed
like gallons.  I didn't think of swallowing or what to do with it in my
mouth, I just kept pumping my hand and my head in unison on his cock until
he finished.  He rolled me over and finished me off in a minute or so.  We
straightened up and went into the house.  His wife was due to arrive in a
few moments, so I opened a bottle of wine for them and sat down on my chair
and watched some TV.  We said NOTHING until she arrived.  I offered her a
drink, she asked how our evening went, I said just fine, and they left.  I
never saw them again."
	Marcy was getting totally flushed.  She had never been turned on by
sex talk, and had been repulsed by the thought of two men together, but
this man was getting even more gorgeous in her eyes with his honesty and
candor.  Those were traits she admired most in men.  She reached out and
touched his cheek.  It would from this point forward, be her way of
expressing acceptance of whatever they discussed.  When they would fight,
when the issue was resolved, she would smile and touch his cheek in the
same way.
	"I thank you for telling me these things.  I am surprised because
you seem so masculine.  I am also very attracted to you right now."  She
lowered her face, looking at the floor.
	"Can we go upstairs?" she quietly asked.
	Bob leaned forward, kissed her on the cheek, grabbed her hand and
led her upstairs. That night, they made love.  It should have been hot and
nasty, as the previous revelations would seem to have dictated.  Instead it
was warm and loving.  It was sensual. They shared every inch of their
bodies.  There was no awkwardness as is usually the case with the first
time, but rather a sensual, loving, slow experience of lovemaking.  They
would make love, sleep a short while then wake up and start over.  No part
was off limits, no part went untouched. Early in the morning, with the sun
raising, they finally fell asleep.

-Part 2-

	When Marcy woke, with Bob lying next to her, she had wondered how
this had happened so quickly.  Well, quickly for their plan.  They had been
dating for nearly a year and a half now.  That was an eternity for most
couples.  She looked at him and realized that she was deeply in love with
this man.  She also realized that she wanted to experience some of the same
things that he had.  Maybe even with women.  Her mind raced with thought.
As she kissed him the night before, after he had so completely satisfied
her orally, she could not help but wonder what he had felt.  She licked his
chin and face to taste herself.  At one point, when he was lovingly between
her legs, she lifted a breast to her mouth and sucked on her nipple,
wondering about other women and sharing them with Bob.  She also visualized
her with another man, with Bob there.  She reached over and touched his
cheek.  He moved slightly, taking a deep contented sigh, and rolled on his
back.  She kissed his lips.  He awakened, somewhat startled.  They laughed
and made love again.  And she knew that her sexual secrets needed to be
shared as well.
	The next few days were filled with lazy lovemaking.  Since it was
the weekend, they could listen to music, or take a walk hand in hand, make
some experimental food dishes, and just generally chill.  While working on
a special pasta salad, Marcy looked timidly at Bob and said she had
something she needed to tell him, but was nervous about it.
	"As long as it doesn't involve sheep in Times Square, you have no
reason to be nervous.  And even if it is sheep in Times Square, I'll be
accepting if you have the associated video tape", Bob teased with a sly
smile on his face.
	Marcy laughed.  She had such an infectious laugh when something
tickled her.  It would start as a silent shaking of shoulders.  Eventually,
her face would turn red and her eyes would water.  And nobody was immune.
One look at her beautifully contorted face, and you found yourself in a
similar situation.  She laughed so hard, she needed to lean on Bob for
support.  He wrapped his arms around her and laughed as well. Not so much
at his lame attempt at humor, but from her hysteria!
	Marcy began to calm down.  Taking short staccato breaths, not
unlike those associated with a good cry.  Bob looked down to make sure it
was still from laughter.  And it dawned on him she was laughing, not so
much from what he said, but from nervousness.  He took his hand and lifted
her face to his, and gently kissed her on the lips.
	"You can tell me anything," he said as he kissed her again.
	She returned his kiss with passion.  She took both of her hands and
held his face, pulled his lips to her.  She gently ran her tongue around
his lips and mouth.  Pausing to gently suck on his upper lip, then his
lower, and then finally, a hot passionate kiss.  She felt safe.  She felt
secure.  She set aside the pasta, covered it with a tea towel, and took his
hand, leading him to the living room and her couch.
	"I have secrets, too.  I want to tell you about them.  Is that
okay?"
	"Of course, you can tell me anything!" he said.
	"And you promise you won't be jealous or angry?"  she asked with a
look of near panic.
	What was she going to tell him?  He knew that as in love as he was,
there could be things she could say that may make him feel uncomfortable,
maybe even jealous.  He could not imagine what they could be, though.
	"I can't promise I won't have a tinge of jealousy.  I think I can
promise that I won't get angry.  As much as I am dying to hear what you
want to share, I must be honest."
	Marcy reached out, and gently touched his cheek and said, "Thank
you.  I love your honesty, and I think I can tell you anything.  You are
the best friend I have ever had!"
	Bob smiled in return, and brushed a lock of hair out of her face,
then settled back into the couch to hear her revelations.
	"I never thought I would tell anybody about this.  I have been
carrying it with me since my senior year of college.  None of my
girlfriends even know.  I feel I can get it out and have someone listen who
would understand what it is to be lustful." she said, as she nervously
licked her lips.
	"Tell me," Bob smiled.  He realized that for Marcy, sex had been
part of lovemaking.  The lust part was really foreign to her.  She had only
been with a couple of men her whole life and each relationship grew from
friendship to love of sorts before they retired to the bedroom.  He took
her hand, and kissed her palm.
	She swallowed hard, "You remember Bob.  College Bob.  The football
player and my college love?"
	"OOPS."  Bob thought.  Now he knew what could possibly make him
angry.  This troll had kept her as his trophy girl all through college and
two weeks before their planned wedding, he called from Cancun to tell her
he had married another woman.  Bob bit his lower lip and nodded to let her
know he remembered College Bob.
	"One weekend our senior year, we went to a movie house in Chicago.
They were showing some sexy films.  Not really adult.  I guess you would
call them "softporn".  I began to get rather turned on by the whole thing,
as did Bob.  He reached over and grabbed my breast, and I in turn began to
stroke him.  Before long, we were in various stages of undress.  He was
touching me everywhere, the sounds of love coming from the screen I think
pretty much drowned out our moaning." she said, telling it matter of
factly.  Bob listened intently, as his initial jealousy turned to interest.
	"He pulled me toward him, and pushed me gently toward his lap.  I
could not believe I was doing this in public, but before long I was on my
knees before him.  I looked up at him, his eyes were closed, as he was very
into what I was doing.  The shock was the man looking over his shoulder,
watching me.  The shock turned to lust, as I realized I enjoyed having him
watch.  I continued to suck on Bob, he was getting closer to orgasm.  The
man licked his lips, watching.  I stopped for a moment and Bob opened his
eyes to see why.  I motioned with my eyes to the man over his shoulder and
he looked in that direction, smiled, and leaned back to enjoy what I was
doing.  The man looked at Bob, then at me.  I put my hand on the seat next
to Bob and patted it, hoping he would take the hint and move into that
seat.  He disappeared, and I went back to work on Bob.  He was so close to
cumming.  I wanted it to last, so every so often I would take his cock out
of my mouth, and squeeze just below the head.  One of those great
"Cosmopolitan Sex Tips", she laughed.  He face was flushed as she told this
story to the man she was convinced was her lifemate.  She felt totally at
ease even to the point of using the word "cock", which always seemed so
foreign and obscene to her in the past.
	Bob had to admit, this story was very sexy.  And in spite of the
fact she was telling him about oral sex with a man he hated for hurting her
so badly, he was happy she was finally sharing this with someone, and
honored that it was with him!
	"So, I continued to work on Bob, when this man came and took the
seat next to him.  Bob looked over, and smiled again.  I reached over and
began to rub this man's crotch.  He was huge.  Here I was, semi-naked, on
my knees in a theatre, sucking my fiance while touching the penis of
another man.  I got totally wrapped up in the moment.  I tried to undo his
belt, but couldn't.  He took the hint and undid his pants and pulled them
down.  I stroked his cock, while sucking Bob.  Bob saw what I was doing,
moaned loudly and filled my mouth with his cum.  I swallowed as much as I
could, gave the head one last lick and slid over in front of my new friend.
I lowered my head to his cock.  It was much bigger than Bob's and I was
only able to get about half of it in my mouth." she explained, as she
stopped and reached for her bottled water.  Her voice sounded raspy as her
mouth dried out, telling this incredible story.
	"I sucked on this man's cock like no other.  I moved my head and my
hand in unison until I noticed his balls contracting, moving up.  I
increased the speed of my head and hand until he came.  It was everywhere.
I had never seen so much.  There was no way I could take it all in my
mouth.  I pulled away for a second, thinking he had stopped, and as I did,
another arch of cum came from his penis and landed on my forehead and
bridge of my nose.  I lowered my head again, and took him back in my mouth.
After several more spurts he collapsed back into his seat.  I ran my finger
across my face, collecting his cum, and then licked if off sensually while
staring him in the eye."
	Marcy leaned back into the couch.  She took a sip of her water and
closed her eyes.  Bob moved closer to her and kissed her on the cheek.
	"Thanks for choosing me to hear that story," he smiled and he
gently stroked her cheek.  They kissed.
	"There's more," she whispered softly as they kissed.
	Bob sat back and smiled and said, "Continue, please!"  Although he
wasn't sure he wanted to hear more.
	"I kind of went on a binge.  I sucked two more men in the theatre
that night.  They were friends of ol' big dick," she said, stopping
abruptly.  "Can you believe I said that?  Ol' big dick?"
	She threw her head back in laughter. "I can't believe I said that!"
	Bob laughed with her.  He held her.  When the moment passed, she
continued.
	"For several weeks after that, Bob would bring a friend when he
came to visit.  I would be on my knees, usually before they had their coats
off, sucking cocks.  It continued until one night, as we were planning our
honeymoon, Bob said that he was happy to have such a little whore for a
fiancee.  I laughed at first, but he cut me off, telling me he was serious.
I was his little whore.  To say the least, that brought me back to earth.
I never did that again.  Bob and I began to drift apart, and while we
continued with our wedding plans, I knew that our relationship was ending.
I felt I needed to tell you about my sexual past, as well as the truth
about my breakup with Bob.  Of course, he took the gutless way out, but at
least he saved me from a life with him." she said, as a tear formed.
	Bob was not sure if this was a tear of loss, or a tear of
resignation for finally coming to terms with her past, and sharing it with
another human being.  Bob took Marcy into his arms and said, "I love you
with all my heart.  I will be here for you, forever!"

Part 3

	Their relationship became closer.  Their love continued to grow.
They shared their secret wants and desires with each other.  They shared
their fantasies.  Each time, their lovemaking was more intense, more
enjoyable.
	"I would like to see that," Marcy said one night, as they lay in
bed naked.
	"What you were talking about?"
	"Men sucking each other.  It sounds so sexy when you share your
fantasies with me.  Can you rent movies like that?  With men and women?"
	This was a surprise, he never imagined that she would want to rent
"dirty movies" as she called them.
	"Yes, I would assume you could find them.  They seem to have just
about everything on video these days," he answered.
	"Let's go get one. Now!" she said, as she bounded out of the bed
and began to put on her jeans.
	"Now?  It's 11:30!  We have to go to work in the morning," he said,
suddenly realizing he sounded rather whiny.  He laughed to himself as he
got up, got dressed and headed for the door.

Part 4

	It was embarrassing at the video store.  Neither one of them knew
what to ask for.  After browsing through the adult section and not finding
any films dealing with two men and a women, other than the typical
hard-core stuff, they had to go to the counter to ask.  Of course, a young
woman of college age was working.  Bob sheepishly asked if they had any
adult films with two men and a woman.  She said there were plenty in the
adult section.  Bob then explained they wanted to see men and women all
involved in sex acts with each other.  The young attendant looked confused
for a moment and then lit up and loudly proclaimed, "Oh, you want bisexual
movies!"  The video store went silent and people all looked at them.  Bob
managed a muted thank you, and they headed back to the adult section, heads
hung low.
	They found what appeared to be a hot tape.  Lying in bed, Marcy
seemed in a trance watching the video.  The movie started with a couple,
having sex in a hot tub and before long a man joined them The men licked
and sucked on the woman for a while.  One of the men then entered the woman
and they slowly began to fuck.  The other man crawled onto the edge of the
hottub and the woman began to suck him Soon, the man who was fucking moved
his face closer to the woman as she sucked the other man.  An audible gasp
escaped from Marcy's mouth.  She was slowly stroking Bob's penis as they
watched.  The woman took the man's cock from her mouth and pointed it to
the man.  He tentatively licked the head and then began to suck in earnest
as she licked the man's balls.  The rest of the movie was pretty typical.
The man and woman fuck, he pulls out, cums on her stomach as the other man
stoked his own cock and then emptied himself on her breasts.
	"That was hot.  But I really want to see a man suck off another man
until he cums," she said matter of factly.
	"You are amazing me.  The other day, you nearly gagged when you
said "cock" and now you are spouting out colorful epithets like a pro!"
	She smiled at Bob.  She loved the way he spoke, the words he used.
She loved the way that just his presence had opened up a new door to
sexuality for her.  She loved the fact that lust had a place in her life.
She kissed him deeply, and whispered, "Would you suck a man for me?"
	He pulled away from her, looking into her eyes, wondering why she
was asking this question.  Fantasy was one thing, but reality can sometimes
be totally devastating to a couple.
	"I would do anything for you," he softly spoke as he kissed her
neck.  "But are you sure this is what you want?  To bring another man into
our bedroom.  To share that intimacy with someone else?"
	She took his face into her hands, sternly looked into his eyes and
said, "I am awakening to a new world.  I love you.  I only want you.  But I
want to experience some things that prior to the last few weeks, I never
even dreamed about.  I was able to have sex only once in my life without
the strings of love attached.  I want to do that again.  I do not want to
become romantically involved with anyone else, I just want to experience
everything with you.  I want to watch you suck off a man.  I want to help
you do it.  I want to kiss you as his cock slides between our lips."  As
she spoke, she began kissing his neck and chest, between kisses moving
lower, until finally she took his hard cock deep into her mouth.  She had
never been able to actually "deep throat" Bob before, but she was so turned
on, that she took him deep into her throat. She was surprised when his
pubic hair tickled her nose.
	She pulled Bob from her mouth, and squeezed his cock, producing a
large drop of pre-cum that she smoothed over her nipple.  She offered it to
Bob and he willingly licked it clean.
	"You love the taste of cum as do I.  Lets find someone so you can
suck him for me. And suck him for you!"
 	They made love, and when they awoke the next morning, they made
plans!

Part 5

	"But where do we find someone.  I don't know of anybody around here
who we could nonchalantly walk up to and say, `Hi, My name is Bob and could
we suck your dick?'"
	"I know exactly where to go.  I read about this in the Advocate.
In Columbus, you can rent bisexual men.  We could get a room, invite one
in, have some sex, find out if we like it, and send him on his merry way,"
she offered, as if she had just discovered the secrets of cold fusion!
	"Rent a man?  A male prostitute?  Are you kidding?"  he said, on
the verge of laughing hysterically.
	"Knock it off, funnyman, I am serious," she said, sounding allot
like a third grade teacher he once had, scolding him into embarrassment.
"Where could we find someone here, and what if we did?  If word got out
that we were experimenting with bisexuality it would be a blow, pardon the
pun, to your professional future."
	He saw the headlines now.  Major broadcaster fires employee caught
with cock in his mouth while girlfriend watches in awe.  She was right.
	"Okay, Princess Plan-a-lot, when do we go?"
	"Now!"
	She was spontaneous if nothing else.

Part 6

	They arrived in Columbus in about 2 hours.  They checked into the
Embassy Suites hotel on the northside of town.  The room was large, with a
sitting area, a king sized bed in the back room, a small kitchette with
coffeemaker and refrigerator and a rather large TV with a VCR.  They looked
in the classifieds of the paper until they found a listing for a masculine
man for men listing.  She called, and a rather sexy male voice answered.
	"Hi, I really don't know how to handle this but I am calling about
your ad in the paper," she said, her voice an octave or so higher from her
nervousness.
	"Yes, I am a man who enjoys the company of other men.  I charge a
flat fee of $150 an hour and that covers everything," the mystery voice
explained.
	"Oh," she said, trying to think of how to close the deal.
"Everything includes both of us touching you, or vice versa?"
	"I can tell you that I will come to your place for $150 an hour and
you will not be disappointed."
	It dawned on her that what they were proposing was illegal, and he
could not say he would have sex with her and Bob over the phone.
	"When can you get here?"  she asked.
	"I can be there by 8 if you want just an hour, but if you want me
for a longer period of time, I could be there by 11," he said.
	She told Bob of the possible arrangements, and they opted for 11pm.
	"We're in room 442," she said.  "And we'll see you at 11."
	She hung up the phone, and her whole body went limp on the couch.
"
	"His name is Adam.  He'll be here at 11.  I will then make some
quick small talk with a man I have never met and then watch you suck him
off.  What am I doing???"  she asked, as her body began to shake, and that
sexy special laugh took over.  They laughed together for several minutes,
then kissed, and left to buy some booze and rent a video if they could find
one.  This was going to be an amazing night.


Part 7

	They were nervous, as they showered together.  It was a few minutes
before 11, and in anticipation of the big event, they were washing each
other with deliberate enthusiasm, scrubbing intimate parts of each other's
bodies.  They stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off, kissed
and went into the sitting area and made a drink. Absolut and soda was their
favorite.  Ironic, Bob often thought, that they liked so many of the same
things.  And after this evening, he thought the male anatomy was another
thing they shared.  He smiled.
	"What are you planning?"  she asked.
	"Nothing, I was just thinking how we both like so many of the
same..."
	His sentence was cut short by a knock on the door.  Marcy choked on
her drink, and coughed out a mouthful.  It was very reminiscent of an old
Martin and Lewis bit.
	She reached for his dress shirt and put it on.  He sat down nude on
the couch.  She went to the door, opened it, and was completely speechless.
Could not say a word.  Stared blankly at a very attractive mid-20's blonde
man dressed in a navy shirt and khaki pants.
	"Are you Marcy," he asked.
	"Who?" she muttered.  "Oh, Marcy, yes.  Hi, Adam?"
	He nodded.
	"Come in please.  Bob this is Adam."
	"Pleased to meet you," Bob said, rising out of the chair to shake
hands, oblivious to his nakedness.
	"Pleasure is mine," Adam said.  His smile was genuine and his
appearance was just what they ordered.
	Marcy suddenly realized that she was standing in them middle of the
room with only Bob's shirt on.  Of course, she had not buttoned it, so her
breasts were in plain view.  She began to button the shirt when Adam
reached out and stopped her.
	"You are gorgeous.  Please take that off, while I get comfortable."
	Bob approached him and paid him his fee.  And asked if they needed
more time could they pay at the end of the first hour.  Adam agreed to the
arrangements and proceeded to take off his clothes.  Bob moved to the king
sized bed and watched with Marcy as a very sexy man stripped in front of
them.  He was soon nude, and in his semi-erect state, his cock appeared
very large.  He walked toward the bed, took one of Marcy's hands, and one
of Bob's and placed them together on his cock.
	"This is the first time for you two, isn't it?" he asked.  "And
I'll bet it was your idea, right?"
	Marcy looked up from his cock, which she shared with her best
friend in the world and saw Adam's blue gray eyes looking at her, which for
some reason surprised her..
	"Yes, Bob told me of an experience he had with a man, and I want to
share that with him," she explained.
	Adam put his hands behind their heads and drew them toward his
cock.  It was nearly erect now.  Bob figured it measured 9 inches.  Marcy
just thought it looked to big to be practical.
	Their faces touched and she leaned into Bob and they stared at the
beautiful cock just inches from their mouths.  Adam thrust his hips toward
them, and Bob stuck out his tongue and licked the head.  Marcy's breath
caught as she watched Bob bath this man with his tongue.  She lightly
tongued the other side, moved their hands and licked the shaft down to his
balls.  He was shaved somewhat, with only a patch of pubic hair above his
cock.  His balls were clean, which seemed rather sissy-fied to Marcy.  She
nearly broke into one of her laughing fits when she thought of this sight.
Bob licking the head of this man's cock, as she licked his shaft and balls,
and the word "sissy-fied" popping into her head.  She quickly lost that
thought, though, as she saw Bob move forward and take this man's entire
penis into his mouth.  His nose was shoved into Adam's pubic hair.  He let
out a low moan, obviously enjoying the feel of Bob's throat.  Marcy looked
at and studied Bob's face.  His cheeks were sucked in as his tongue worked
on the underside of Adam's cock.  His throat looked too big, and she tried
to imagine where the tip of Adam's cock was right now.  She felt moisture
run out of her, and down her leg, as her lust grew.  She licked Bob's lips,
and the bottom of Adam's cock, as Bob got into a rhythm.
	Bob would take Adam's cock in his mouth, with just the tip of it
inside his lips, and then thrust it all down his throat in one movement.
He did this time and time again, as Adam thrust his hips to meet Bob's
mouth.  Bob slowed, and took Adam from his mouth, offering it to Marcy.
She licked around the head, as Bob joined her.  She would pull his cock to
the side, and passionately kiss Bob, then slide his cock between their
lips.  She could feel Bob's lips touching hers mixing with the sensual feel
of Adam's spongy cock head.  She felt an orgasm coming on.  She grabbed
Bob's hand and put it on her pussy, and he massaged her clit and put a
finger deep inside.  She came on the spot, moaning in pleasure around
Adam's cock and Bob's lips.
	Adam informed them that he was going to cum, too.  Marcy quickly
recovered from her earth shattering orgasm and licked aggressively around
Adam's cock head, then grabbing it and feeding it to Bob.  Bob pumped his
head and his hand in unison, trying to coax Adam's cum from his cock.  It
didn't take long, as Adam's balls tightened, Bob removed his mouth and
pumped his cock with his hand, aiming it toward his open mouth.  A large
surge of cum exploded from his cock, shooting right into Bob's mouth and
chin.  Bob closed his mouth around his cock, and moved his hand.  Adam
pumped and pumped his cock into Bob's throat, moaning with each thrust and
each surge of his cum.  Some of it ran down Bob's chin and Marcy quickly
licked it up.  As Adam withdrew, his orgasm complete, Marcy kissed Bob
deeply, sharing this other man's cum with her lover and best friend.  They
passed it back and forth, not intentionally, but just through the natural
action of mouths and tongues kissing.  Neither one of them wanting to
swallow it, as both wanted this moment to last forever.  Finally, Marcy
pushed Bob onto his back and kissed him deeply, allowing Adam's cum to run
from her mouth to his.  She heard him swallow several times.  This
completed the act.  The sensual act of sharing a man.  His cock.  His cum.
Their kiss became softer, more loving.  She stared down at him, and stroked
his cheek.
	Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed now, watching this moment
on the bed.  He had serviced many men, and not just a few couples, but he
was even touched by their love and the moment they were sharing.  He
climbed up and wrapped his arms around them.
	"Should the star of this show now experience the same pleasure he
was so willing to give?" asked Adam, with a big smile on his face, his now
semi-hard cock resting on Bob's stomach.
	"I think he deserves the best," she answered, climbing off Bob and
leaning onto some pillows at the head of the bed.  "Please, make him cum!"
	Adam bent over Bob's cock, and went to work.


Part 8

	The next morning, over a continental breakfast, they ruminated over
the night's activities.  Yes, they both enjoyed it.  No, no one was
jealous.  They ended up paying for Adam's services for three hours.  Marcy
felt the sexiest part of the night was she and Adam in a 69, with Bob
licking his balls and anus.  Although in her mind, the most loving part of
the evening, was sharing that beautiful man's cock and watching in awe, as
Bob deep throated him.  She felt as though the image of Adam's first shot
of cum into Bob's mouth would live with her forever.  They made plans for a
return visit.  They got Adam's private number.  They were even deeper in
love.  And they discussed more fantasies.

	But that is for another time.

	If you like, please e-mail your opinion.  The story was completely
true, and the saga continues.

Thank you,

Bob