Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 14:56:35 -0500
From: coltrane3525@gmail.com
Subject: From Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 7

Virtual Reality to My New Reality
Part 7
By Melissa Huntington

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I sat at my desk at Walters Travel, typing.  It was 11:30 in the morning
and I wanted to compose and send my memo to the sales staff before it would
be time to deliver the morning shift spiff.

Attention Sales Staff:
Failure to shower before coming to work will henceforth be a firing offense.

Spiff winners should enter the Closer's Lounge and wait for their bonus.

All vending machines will be stocked with pineapple juice only.  Salesmen
are encouraged to drink at least 12 oz daily.  Your wives, girlfriends,
significant others, and your sales manager will thank you!


I clicked on "send" and glanced up from the monitor.  The red light above
my door was now blinking.  The morning's top salesman was waiting for his
spiff. I checked my makeup then slipped out of the navy business suit I was
wearing and slipped a robe over my shoulders.

Out in the hallway, a red light blinked over the door to the former
conference room.  The sign now said "Closer's Lounge – Melissa
Huntington, Manager".  The light system was Mike's idea, a way to alert me
to when a bonus was due to be delivered, and a way to insure privacy for me
and my top salesman.

I stepped through the door to the lounge.  As I had suggested, Mike had
removed the conference table and chairs and in their place were several
large sectional couches and overstuffed chairs.  One large throw pillow lay
in the middle of the floor.  The fluorescent lights had been replaced with
track lighting, and several bulbs illuminated each couch and chair as well
as the throw pillow.

Directly opposite each piece of furniture there was a full length mirror,
with one angled back at each corner.  I loved catching sight of my new body
and hungry mouth pleasuring a beautiful cock, and I really couldn't wait
for the next blowbang, when from each couch and chair I knew I'd always
have sight of every hard cock that was waiting for me.  And in the mirrors,
five cocks became many more.  I'd have to talk to Mike about some sort of
group bonus.  Someday I hoped to see nothing but cocks waiting for my
hungry mouth but today I had only one bonus to give out, and when I saw who
was waiting, I smiled.

"You again?  What is that, five this week?"

I spoke to Bigger, who since the blowbang had been introduced to me as
Christian.  He smiled sheepishly.  Even though my memo had just been sent
out, he was still dressed.  I slipped off my robe, revealing my lacy blue
bra, black garter and white hose.  I stepped toward the pillow and
Christian crossed the floor toward me. It was time to unwrap my present.

Christian was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, and I tugged at the waistband
to lift the shirt off.  My red fingernails danced over his broad chest and
then down his wide back muscles back to his waist, where I tugged at his
button fly until I could tug his jeans down his muscular thighs.  He
slipped his feet out of the legs and now stood before me in his boxer
briefs.  Starting again at his chest muscles, I kissed and nibbled my way
down until I kneeled on the throw pillow, his cock just inches away from my
mouth.  I slipped my fingers into the band and tugged his boxers over his
ass and released them.  He stepped out of them, and I smiled up at him.

He was flaccid, and I was thrilled.  Some women liked to get a cock hard
before they suck it, but I loved to slip a soft yummy cock into my hungry
mouth, to inhale its full length and firmly slide my lips along its length,
feeling it stir, pressing hard on the spongy texture, feeling it flatten
slightly, squeezing it until it is too hard to squeeze.  God, I loved it
so, and I hoped Christian wouldn't get too hard too soon.

My hands at my side, I hoovered his cock into my mouth.  Christian made me
work to get him hard, and I loved every minute it took until my mouth was
filled and my saliva coated his length.  I pulled his firm ass toward me
and he started to slowly fuck my mouth, gradually increasing his tempo as I
moaned my pleasure.

I slipped him out of my mouth and began to stroke him, my left hand cupping
his balls.  I lifted the head upward and slipped my mouth down onto his
nuts, slipping one and then another into my mouth, all the while stroking
his shaft.  I tongue-bathed each testicle, then I slipped the shaft back
into my mouth, this time resting both hands on his hips as I controlled the
depth and tempo as I fellated him.

Finally I slipped him out of my mouth again, and grasped his wrists so I
could stand up.  I took a step forward, which he didn't expect and forced
him to back up until he fell into one of the sectionals.  He stared up at
me as my finger nail traced a line from his temple down to his dimples and
his jaw line, then I slipped my hands behind me and unclasped my bra.

I straddled him then, his cock rising above my landing strip, his shaft
just brushing against my labia.  He wasted no time in slipping my breast
into his mouth, taking as much as he could before concentrating his firm
tongue on my sensitive nipples.  I slipped both arms around Christian's
neck and pressed my boobs into his face as I turned my head to see our
reflection in one of the mirrors.

Yes, this one could definitely give Mike a run for his money, I thought.

Finally I rose off of him and turned so that I was sideways to his torso,
then I stretched out until my hip touched the couch, and my left arm was
around his left thigh.  His strong hands once again moved along my neck
until my hair was out of the way, and I began to curl my tongue around the
shaft and move up and down its length.  Our eyes met in the mirror's
reflection as I took in the view of his cock, my tongue curled around the
shaft, his hand resting on my hip as his other one pulled my hair back.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Mike was standing in the opening.

"I'm really sorry to interrupt but Christian – did you talk to your wife
about drinks tonight?"

"Um, yeah, my wife doesn't drink but we should be there about 8 PM."

"Great.  And Melissa, you're free tonight too, right?"

"Sure!"

"All right, so we'll see you and your wife about 8 PM.  Again I'm sorry to
interrupt but I have meetings most of the rest of the day.  Carry on –
and good job, Christian."

I gave Mike a quizzical look and he winked at me before closing the door. I
slipped Christian back into my mouth and enthusiastically brought him back
to his full hard length.  I massaged his balls as I gradually worked my way
all the way down his shaft until my nose tickled the skin of his hairless
crotch. Now I worked swiftly back up the shaft until I released him with a
loud pop.

I stimulated the broad head now before running my tongue along the shaft
and lifting his balls so I could lick them some more.  Christian was
squirming now and moaning loudly, and I shifted off of the couch so I could
kneel in front of him.  I started to suck him in earnest, leaning in as he
thrust upward, pulling up as his hips sank back into the couch.  We were in
perfect sync and tempo and I sighed in contentment.

Then I pulled off of him and shifted enough so that Christian could stand
again.  I stared at him as I slipped him into my mouth, until I could only
see his abdominal six-pack.  He thrust a couple of times, then he slipped
out of my mouth, the first cum rope hitting my cheeks, then he shifted his
cock so that each blast hit my tongue.

He was breathing heavily and staring down at me as I slipped my tongue up
through the load in my mouth, twirled my tongue left and right, then
swallowed his load.  My finger moved the remainder of his orgasm toward my
lips, and he used his thumb to guide the last bits toward my mouth.  I
sucked on his long thumb gently then slipped his cock back into my mouth
trying to find more of his nectar.  Finally I slipped him out of my mouth
and he helped me stand up.

"I don't have to tell you to drink your pineapple juice!  Your wife must be
grateful - your cum is so sweet."

Christian half-smiled but didn't say anything.  I slipped my robe back on
and shoved my bra into the pocket.  I slipped out the door as he was
tucking his cock back into his jeans.

"See you tonight, I guess."

I smiled back at him but said nothing.  Once I had fixed my makeup and put
my business clothes back on, I went to Mike's office.

"What was that all about?"

"Don't you think you should meet the wife of the man you're going to fuck
in their marital bed?"

"Christian?  What, he's been getting so many blowjobs this week, now he
wants to sample all of me?"

"Actually, we were talking and he confided in me that he's having problems
in his marriage, his wife is a little uptight about sex, and when I said
that you were looking to fuck a married man in his own bed, he said `Hell
yeah!'"

"What a shame such a big gorgeous cock is going to waste."

"Say was that a new outfit you had on?"

"Yes, I had to do some shopping.  I went to the bra shop and discovered
that I am now a full D-cup.  You'll have to forgive me but I let Christian
sample them first."

"As long as I get my turn."

I kissed him on the cheek, smiled and turned to leave.


II

When we entered the bar, Mike spotted Christian immediately.  He and his
wife were already seated at a table, and Mike and Christian made the
introductions.  Faith was from the south, average height and very slender,
but with the kind of stunning girl-next-door beauty that gives the southern
United States one of its well-deserved reputations.  She had just turned 22
(her husband was 25) and even though her dress revealed almost no skin at
all, it was impossible to hide her curvaceous figure.  She was the kind of
hottie I used to lust after before I met Susan.  Now I just admired her
simple makeup and modest jewelry.  Christian was a lucky man, but I
wondered why there would be such trouble in paradise that he would be
willing to fuck me in the bed he shared with his wife.

"So where are you from, Faith?"

"Oh, just a little tiny bible-belt town you've never heard of."

Her soft southern accent made me suspect what her answer would be, but I
had to ask anyway.

"And you two have been married how long?"

"Eleven months."

"So you're still practically newlyweds."

Mike spoke.

"You know, I've never been married but I have to share something that
someone once told me.  The guy who told me this is married, and we were
sending off another friend into marital bliss.  So this guy says, each time
you make love in your first year of marriage, put a penny in a jar.  OK?
Then, after the first year of marriage, each time you make love, take a
penny out of the jar.  And he said, no matter how long you're married,
you'll never run out of pennies.  So I hope you two are stocking up on the
pennies.  There isn't much time left!"

Faith blushed a deep red, and Christian put his hand over hers, patting it.

"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you. I didn't mean it.  You know, Melissa is
Mike's new supervisor.  She handles sales training and incentives."

Faith looked at me before speaking.

"Oh, so you're the one in charge of handing out those cash bonuses to the
salesmen?"

"Something like that."

"Well Christian hasn't brought any home since you started.  I'm not
complaining though since he's making more in commissions.  I guess you're
pretty good at what you do, if Christian is making more commissions but not
bringing home any spiffs."

"Melissa has really inspired the salesmen, I can tell you that."

I squeezed Mike's hand as the table fell silent.

"You know, Melissa went to Florida State, and I hear you two met there,
right?  Christian said you met at Campus Crusade for Christ?"

We began a spirited discussion of our alma mater, and I had to be careful
since the alumni office still sent solicitations for alumni donations to
Mel Huntington.  I only slipped up once, when Faith said that she thought
the dorm I lived in was a Men's dorm. I assured her that when I went to
school, it was co-ed.

Melissa excused herself to use the restroom, and I went with her.  Mike had
already told me his plans for my encounter with Christian, but he needed a
moment to explain it to him.  When we returned to the table, Christian was
nodding at Mike.

"You boys making plans and schemes without us?"

Mike responded.

"Well, I did ask Christian if you two had seen the new Drew Barrymore
flick.  Melissa and I are going to see it tomorrow night and I was
wondering if you'd like to join us?"

Normally I'd rather stab my own eyes out than watch another Drew Barrymore
Rom-Com, but knowing that no movie would be viewed made it easier for me to
express enthusiasm at another couples date night.  Faith quickly agreed and
Mike suggested meeting at their apartment and taking one car to the
theater.  We walked Faith and Christian to their car and said our goodbyes.

"What a shame."

"What?"

I spoke in the same soft southern accent as Faith.

"You can't figure it out?  That poor deprived girl would rather hump her
bible than hump her man!"

"Are you ready to show her how it's done?"

"I can't wait!"


III

I sat in my car across the street from Christian and Faith's apartment.
Light streamed through the door, illuminating the silhouettes of Mike,
Christian and Faith.  When he turned, I could see Christian was in a robe.
I knew exactly how the conversation was going.

Oh, you're sick? So is Melissa.  Well we shouldn't let that ruin our
evening.  Why don't we go see the movie together?  Yeah, honey, you go with
Mike, I'll be fine.  If the movie is good, we can go see it another time.

I could see Faith's resistance wane, and soon Christian was waving goodbye
from the entryway.  I waited a couple of minutes longer, then got out of
the car, cinched my raincoat tight, crossed the street and rang the
doorbell.

Christian smiled when he opened the door, but I could tell he was nervous
and fidgety.  I told him we had plenty of time, and to fix us a drink and
sit on the couch with me.  He offered to take my coat but I told him he
could in a minute, and to make my drink a Screwdriver.

He came back with the drinks and we sat on the couch.  Suddenly Christian
started speaking and he didn't stop until he had unburdened himself.

"I don't know about this, Melissa.  I really do love my wife and don't want
to lose her.  I knew she was a virgin when I met her, and I was cool with
that.  She was a really good kisser, so I figured that once we were married
I'd be the happiest guy in the world. But I didn't realize how much her
parents and her church had messed with her head.  On our wedding night, she
wanted every light out.  We got into some heavy petting, but she wouldn't
let me go down on her.  She thinks it's dirty.  She blew me, but real brief
and mostly she used her hand to make me hard.  She wanted missionary only,
and I don't know, maybe my size scared her, but she wanted me to finish
fast.

I thought things would change but everything I tried only made it worse.  I
brought in a couples porn tape and that got me a month on the couch, and
then two weeks more of her wearing asbestos-grade pajamas.  So then I tried
to buy her some lingerie.  She said it made her feel slutty.  Well I'm
trying to bring out her inner slut, you know?  At least I was smart enough
not to tell her that.

Now, when she wants me to finish up, I just picture you in my mind and I go
off right quick.  But I feel so guilty afterwards.  I love my wife,
Melissa, but I want her to enjoy sex, too.  I don't think she's ever
climaxed in her entire life, and she doesn't want me to help her.  I just
can't go on like this."

I put my hand on Christian's arm and kissed him on the cheek. His eyes
stayed focused on the hands in his lap as I spoke.

"It's alright, baby.  I want to help you.  I'll be your wife tonight, and
I'll do all those nasty things you wish she would do, right there in the
bed you share.  But I want you to call me Faith, and I'm going to put a
blindfold on you so you can pretend that the lights are all out, and its
really Faith you are making love to.  Allright?"

Christian looked up at me and smiled.

"OK."

"OK."

I stood up, kicked off my shoes, and stepped toward the center of the room.
Christian rose and stepped toward me.  I unclenched my raincoat and slipped
it off my shoulders.  I was naked but for my garter and hose, and another
new push-up bra.  I loved that my girls now filled out D-cups, and I
couldn't wait to feel Christian's hot breath on them.

"Does your wife wear outfits like this to bed?  She does now."

Christian stepped toward me and gripped my ass in his hands, pulling my
crotch against his terrycloth robe.  His hands kneading my ass, my hands
worked at his robe, pulling at the collar even as he pressed me tighter
against him.  Finally he released me and I pulled his robe open and off of
his shoulders in one motion.  He was nude, and my hand reached for him as
our bodies pressed together again.  His hands reached around my back and
unhooked my bra, spilling the girls into his powerful chest.  I ran my
hands through his hair as he bent down and explored their soft expanse with
his lips and tongue.

We kissed then, our tongues dueling, gently at first then with greater
abandon.  His hands held me against him as my hands went around his neck
and into his hair.  I broke off the kiss so I could kiss and lick my way
down, from his neck to his chest and nipples, and down further until I was
face-to-head with his cock.  I licked my lips and then looked up at him.

"You're wife will only suck your cock for a few minutes?  I'll suck your
cock for hours!"

I inhaled him then, savoring each delicious inch as it entered my mouth,
moaning and sliding my lips further and further down his long shaft.

"Does your wife let you fuck her face?  She does now."

And Christian put his strong hands on the back of my head, not even
bothering with my hair, and started thrusting his cock in and out of my
mouth.  My fingers found my gash and started to strum my clit as my other
hand cupped and squeezed my tits.  Finally I shifted away from his
thrusting cock and looked deeply into Christian's eyes.

"Does your wife deep-throat you?  She does now."

I turned away from Christian and arched my back so that my mouth and throat
were aligned.  My hands reached behind me for his hips as I pulled him all
the way inside, until my nose was buried in his nut sack, my chin against
his shaved groin.  He bent over then and squeezed my tits, then swiped his
finger across my slit.

Then Christian surprised me by reaching around the small of my back and
showing just how strong he was.  In one smooth motion, he lifted me up
until my knees were over his shoulders and my arms were around his waist.
We were in a standing 69 and I thrilled to the sensation of his tongue
against my clit, and while one hand held the middle of my back, the other
moved my head down on his cock as I inhaled him again.

Oh yeah, I thought, this one can give Mike a run for his money.  His tongue
felt divine but fortunately he wasn't so strong that he could hold me in
that position indefinitely.  I wanted to cum in the warm safety of a bed,
not worry about whether he would drop me if I came too hard, so I was glad
when he carefully flipped me back over and onto my feet.

I ran my hands through my hair, pulling it away from my face as I caught my
breath.

"Remember Christian, tonight I'm your wife. I want you to call me Faith,
and tell me what you want me to do.  Bring out my inner slut."

I reached for my raincoat and quickly found the blindfold in one pocket.  I
slipped behind Christian and put it on him then I led him into the bedroom
by gently pulling his cock.

I closed the door behind us then led Christian to the bed.  With the back
of my legs at the foot of the bed, we fell backwards into place, with
Christian shifting on his side so I could move up the bed until my head
reached the pillow. Christian was lost in his fantasy.

"I want to eat your pussy, Faith."

"Yeah, baby, oh god your tongue is so good, please eat my pussy."

Christian was too excited now and barely paused at my tits before burying
his face between my legs.  My fingers played with his hair as he traced his
tongue along the outside of my lips.  A soft moan escaped my throat as my
eyes caught sight of the clock on the wall.  The timing was nearly perfect,
and so I started to moan louder.  My hands held my tits and I started to
grind my slit into his talented tongue as it danced from my opening to my
clit.  I bucked my hips against him and he took the bait perfectly.  His
hands slipped under my ass and raised my sex toward him, my thighs wrapped
around his head.

Just then two silhouettes appeared by the door.  One was tall and one arm
was wrapped around the smaller person's waist, his other under her
shoulder, his hand clenched around her mouth.  She struggled, but Faith was
no match for Mike.  I could see he was whispering to her, and I ground my
pussy into Christian's face, my legs wrapped tightly around his ears.

I could guess what he was saying.  This is for your own good.  Do you want
to save your marriage?  Watch and learn.

He began to fuck me with his tongue then, and when his tongue vibrated
against my clit, I started to feel my orgasm begin to build inside me, a
cresting wave growing higher and higher until I was bucking violently
against him and screaming my pleasure.

As my orgasm subsided, I could see that Faith was no longer struggling with
Mike.  His hands were still around her waist but it was clear our plan had
worked perfectly.  She was watching her husband fuck another woman in their
bed, and Christian was lost in the fantasy that his wife was the slut of
his dreams, ready to do anything he asked.

Christian gently laid my ass down on the bed then and lay down beside me.
I stroked my hands against his chest.

"Oh baby your tongue is so good inside me.  I just love how you eat my
pussy.  I want to make you happy now."

"Please go down on me, Faith.  I want to feel your beautiful warm lips
around my cock."

I looked at Faith as Christian spoke and saw her mouth fall open.  Did she
understand what was going on now?  She wasn't struggling and she hadn't
spoken a word, so I assumed she did.  It was time to show her what a good
wife does for her husband.

I once again started at the broad expanse of Christian's chest, kissing and
licking, tweaking and nibbling his nipples, enjoying every inch of this
remarkable man's body, until finally I was face to face with his enormous
cock.  I was facing Mike and Faith when I slowly and clearly mouthed the
words Faith needed to learn.  Worship the cock.

I started at the root, licking every inch of his shaft, until I reached the
head, where I swirled and vibrated my tongue.  All the while, I kept my
eyes locked on Faith's.

"Oh yeah baby, I love the way your tongue feels against my cock.  Suck my
cock now, Faith.  Please suck it as far as you can."

I did as I was told, my fingers sliding along the wetness in my crotch,
stimulating myself as I slipped inch after inch down my throat, luxuriating
in the feeling.  I slipped him out of my mouth and when I looked back over
at Faith, I had to smile.

Her lips were parted and she was breathing slowly. Her tongue slipped out
of her mouth and moved alongside her upper lip.  She was transfixed.

That's good, I thought.  Your inner slut is starting to come out.

"Come on baby, I want you to fuck my mouth."

I positioned my mouth just over Christian's cock, and as he thrust upward,
I slid down a few inches.  I eagerly met each thrust as our moans rose
together.  I released him and spoke.

"Please fuck me baby.  Your hot horny wife needs her husband's hard cock.
But please be gentle.  You're so big please fuck me slow and easy."

I lay down beside Christian and he positioned himself between my legs.  I
stared at Faith as he pressed himself against my opening.  "That's it baby,
slow and easy.  God you're so big I could cum on your cock right now.
That's it, yeah, baby ... oh ... Yeah you fill me up so good."

Christian slowly entered me, tenderly and lovingly.  He reached for my
mouth and kissed me before speaking.

"Oh god Faith you feel so good wrapped around my cock so tight."

"That's it, a little faster now, oooh baby you feel so good inside me.
This is the only cock I want."

Christian started thrusting slowly, slower than he had to since I was used
to Mike's cock, but I concentrated on the sensation and loved how he felt,
moving so slowly in and out of me, filling me completely.  Finally I began
to rock my hips against him, and he took his cue to start fucking me harder
and harder.  Soon my groans turned into incoherent grunts and shouts as he
brought me to another orgasm.  Words no longer formed in my mouth as I lost
myself in another rolling wave of pleasure as I spasmed underneath him.

My vision cleared again and he was still inside me.  For someone who wasn't
getting much at home, Christian had great stamina.  I pushed his waist with
my hands and gasped as he slipped out of me.

"I want to be on top, baby.  I want to grind my pussy down that glorious
prick of yours."

Christian stretched out next to me, and I swiftly took him into my mouth
again before I mouthed the words again to Faith.  Worship the cock.

With my ass facing Christian, I ground against him for a moment.

"Slide your cock into me, baby.  Let me ride your cock."

I raised my butt and he positioned himself so I sunk all the way down his
shaft.  My breath caught in my throat before I started to bounce my ass up
and down his length, gripping his legs while he moaned underneath me.  I
leaned back then and brought my feet underneath me, shifting until my back
lay against his chest, his hands caressing my tits.  When I leaned back and
lifted my bodyweight off of him, he started thrusting up into me as I
closed my eyes again.

When I opened them, I saw that Faith had shifted toward Mike's side, and
his arm rested across the top of her chest, as one of her hands clung to
his forearm.  She was still under his control, but she wasn't going
anywhere.  In fact, her other tiny hand rested against the tent that had
formed in Mike's trousers.

That's it, I thought.  You're going to be a fine slut someday.

"I want to fuck you doggie style, Faith.  I want you on your knees with
that beautiful ass pressed against my cock."

I slipped off Christian then and got on my hands and knees, my feet against
his legs so he could tell how I was aligned on the bed.  He shifted over
until he was behind me, his cock moving against my slit.  I was staring
right at Faith as her husband entered me.

"Oh yeah baby give that big cock to your hot wife.  I love your cock so
much."

He began thrusting into me then, our groans growing louder then Christian
reached down and gripped both of my elbows, holding me upright as he rammed
his cock home.

"That's it baby, hold me in place.  Fuck me baby, fuck me!"

My head sunk down into the bed then and Christian shifted forward until his
weight pressed me down.  I was flat against the bed, my ass offered to
Christian.  Mike and Faith had a perfect view as his cock moved in and out
of me, deeper and deeper.

"Oh baby you feel so good so deep inside me, that's it, fuck me all the way
down to my soul!"

Christian was pounding me harder and harder, and I felt another wave begin
to crest and course through me.  When I looked up again, I saw that Mike's
hands were now inside the top of Faith's dress, holding her tits, and her
hand was now moving along the length of Mike's cock.  His hand held her
mouth again, but it was to keep her panting quiet.

"I want you to cum now, Christian. I want you to fuck your hungry wife's
mouth until you feed me all that yummy cum."

I leaned against the headboard and helped Christian move into position.  My
hands rested on his thighs as he entered my mouth and started
thrusting. With his hands against the headboard, the bed started bouncing
against the wall as I submitted to his cock like a good wife should.

"Oh baby you mouth feels so good.  I love you so much."

I moaned louder around his hardness, then reached below his legs to pull
his ass further into my mouth.

"That's it baby, yeah, I'm going to cum ..."

His cum stroke made his first blast hit the back of my throat, but as he
pulled out, his second coated my forehead and cheeks, and his third blast
hit the few areas that weren't cum-coated. I slipped him back into my mouth
to get the remaining blasts, and Christian's release was so strong, he
still filled my mouth as completely as he had coated my face.

I swallowed and then gently held his softening cock in my mouth, before we
both sank down into the bed.  His head fell into my shoulder as he spoke.

"Oh god Melissa that was incredible.  I wish my wife would do the things
you do."

I pulled at the blindfold as I spoke.

"Why don't you ask her?"

Christian jerked away from me then, shocked to see his wife, standing
alongside Mike, with her dress bunched up in front where Mike's hand had
been.

"What the fuck?"

"Its allright Christian, it's OK.  Just tell her what you want her to do."

With Mike's help, Faith lifted her dress over her head.  Her bra had
slipped out of position from Mike's hand, and she unclasped it and slipped
it off her shoulders.  Her body was even sexier than I had imagined it,
despite the grandma panties she wore. She walked toward the bed slowly, as
I shifted away from Christian.  They stared at each other.

"Will you make me cum like she did?"

"Will you release your inner slut?"

I ceded the marital bed to its rightful occupant and crossed the room
toward Mike.

"You know what it took for me to release my inner slut?  I had to become a
woman!"

I smiled as Christian and Faith's mouths hung open then slipped my arm
around Mike's waist.

"Remember, Faith.  Worship the cock ... and the cock will worship you."

Mike spoke.

"She knows of what she speaks."

Christian's hand was cupped around his wife's head then as her hand moved
toward his cock.  She took a deep breath then brought her face down toward
it.  She took most of him into her mouth then, and soon she was moaning
around his hardness.

"We should leave these two lovebirds alone.  They've got a lot of catching
up to do."

Faith continued sucking her husband's cock, her eyes closed.  Christian
gave thumbs up, then wrapped his hands around his wife's head, pulling her
hair out of her way.  We left the bedroom door open as we stepped out.

"Your cock feels so good in my mouth."

When we got to the living room, Mike pulled me close and kissed me hard.

"You were incredible in there.  When I get you back to my place, I am going
to fuck the living hell out of you."

I smiled at him as I scooped up my raincoat and slipped it around me.  As
we closed the door, we heard what was sure to be the first of many cries
from Faith.

"I'm gonna cum on your cock ... oh my God ..."