Eyes wide open
written by:
SusieB

It was a warm Saturday morning in March. My husband of one year and I were sitting outside on our patio on a beautiful day. Out of the blue and without warning, he asked me if I wanted to try swinging. I was shocked and, without thinking or even blinking, my right hand found its way to slapping him. Why would he want to be with another woman? What am I doing wrong?!?

I met my current husband sophomore year in college. He wasn't like the football players I grew up with in high school. See, my father was the assistant varsity football coach, and whether they won or lost he would have the team over to the house for a post-game BBQ. So I spent a lot of time with them. I would ALWAYS hear them talking about their conquests. I was always of the mind that "Alpha-Males" are pompous jerks and I would never be with one. Probably one reason, I was drawn to my husband in college...he was smart, sensitive and well spoken. He was my first and only sexual experience in college. It wasn't until after college that things permanently clicked and he proposed.

And here we are...a year after the wedding, where I pledged in front of God, family, and friends to be with no other man, and he's asking me if he can be with other women. I sat there shocked with my hand throbbing from slapping him. I stormed inside our home. Early that evening, he apologized saying it was a random thought and not something he really wanted to try. However, over the next few weeks, he kept bringing it up, as a joke. We'd walk by a magazine stand at Barnes and Noble, and he'd point out a mag cover with one woman standing in between two men and say, "Wouldn't you like that to be you?" He was planting the seed and trying his best for me not to take it so seriously. He wanted me to be more "open minded."

As the months passed, I began to wonder about swinging. What was it really? How could a woman who took marriage vows want to be with another man? Was it the experience, was it the man, what is it about swingers? The thoughts would swirl in my mind at random unsuitable times; at the local grocer, while watching HGTV, or on the phone with mom. Wikipedia helped a bit in my education. But it seemed superficial, there had to be something deeper. So I abandoned searching any longer. Nothing provided answers and this wasn't something serious anyway...time to move on with my marriage.

Do you ever find it funny how life puts you in situations and you learn many things about yourself?

A few months after the topic of swinging was first brought up, some college friends contacted me. They were having a study session and asked if I could help them. They were all meeting at David's house. David was a senior in college when I was a freshman, but we shared mutual friends. He moved back to the US after living in London for 4 years.

My car was in the shop so my husband dropped me off at David's place. I asked him to come inside and catch up with the gang, but he didn't want to. He never liked David. So I gave my husband a kiss, a hug, told him "I love you" and said I would call when to pick me up. When I got to the door, my friend Shelly answered. She gave me a big hug. I walked in and caught up with everyone. Then David entered the room, and gave me a bigger hug that took me off my feet. I blushed a little. It was his home, so he was dressed more relaxed than everyone - muscle shirt, loose shorts.

We all sat in the living room, reminisced about college, professors, and talked about their upcoming finals. Someone asked David how he enjoyed London. He talked about a few things, and then he said the word that probably moved in slow motion in everyone else's ears but caused time to halt in mine. "I was a swinger the entire time there." Swinger - I know what that is. They were all surprised, and someone asked what that was, but their questions and thoughts were superficial. I had an idea of what it was, and my husband wanted to be a part of that world - a world David had lived in the past 4 years. I couldn't stop staring at him for the rest of the afternoon. I then found myself drawn to sit next to him and began asking him questions; "How did you get into it," "What did you think of it?" And his answers surprised me. I tried to talk as softly as I could and usually only during a time when everyone else was caught up in a conversation. I don't know how long I was talking to David, but I realized that I had become very relaxed, and had kicked off my flip-flops and was sitting in a very comfortable and intimate position next to him.

He talked about the openness of sexuality in Europe and how he primarily joined couples. He liked couples. He enjoyed that the husbands in Europe are more open than those in America, and when they realize that their wife wants more than what they can offer, they do their best to get that need taken care of. How wives are a very special creature that should be taken care of in a more specialized way and that requires a special man. I wanted so much to learn more, to have a long conversation, but I had to squeeze what small chats I could in between study session questions. Throughout our conversations, I could feel my face hot and my heart going a mile a minute. It was like he had me in a trance when we spoke, and study questions from the group would snap me out of it. After one intrusion I excused myself and went into the kitchen for some wine. I had to gather myself, "Susan, get a hold of yourself!" I came back into the living room, but this time sat on the couch opposite David, telling myself this is the safest more appropriate place to sit. I started getting back into the conversation with the group, but still wondered, "Why would a husband bring another man into their bedroom?" I glanced at David when he joined into the conversation. His shorts were baggy, and given my angle, I began to learn WHY he was in demand. At first I couldn't make it out, but then I did. It just dangled there, un-erect, and bigger than I had ever known. My first reaction was shock and disbelief, but my physical reaction...that was another story. My mouth suddenly got watery as if I was at the movie theater about to buy a dill pickle. It shocked me. I looked away, but it was too late. He saw me staring and knew what I was looking at....he smiled.

We continued with the study session for about another hour. I swear my face was red the entire time. I was even asked by Shelly if I was feeling well.

When the group started to break up, Shelly offered me a ride home. As we were walking out the door, David grabbed my arm and told Shelly, "She's going to help me clean," and shut the door before she could say anything.

Those sudden two seconds led my heart to beat a mile a minute. He put his arm around me and told me not to worry - the nervousness must have been all over my face. He said he wanted to talk. He grabbed my hand, like an old boyfriend, and led me to the couch. He has never grabbed my hand before. My feet felt like heavy and cold like stone. As if they were pulling me back, anchoring me to the ground but not strong enough to oppose walking with him. He sat me on the couch, asked me to please sit and relax for a minute, and went to get us some wine. He could tell I was nervous and very uncomfortable, and sat away from me at the other end of the couch. He sat with his back to the armrest and placed his legs on the couch, and asked in a very comforting voice; "Susan, why are you so curious about swinging? You were the only one here that asked insightful questions." I tried to avoid answering him directly, I responded with one poor lie after another. But he didn't buy any of my reasons.

Then I told him, "My husband wanted us to try it."

"Ahhhh," THAT he believed.

He knew my husband in college, but they never got along. David was more boisterous, active, and disruptive while my husband was more the intellectual. Once I confessed why I was curious, the roles reversed. It was his turn to ask questions.

"What did I think, what was my reaction, how did I feel, what did I think of him swinging???" With each question and answer I began to feel more at ease. Perhaps the wine helped. Again, I kicked off my flip-flops and began to relax on the couch too. This turned into a real discussion.

He began going more in-depth with why and how he began swinging. He enjoys playing his part in the world, and he can't imagine living any other way. As he talked, I couldn't help being captivated by his enthusiasm. I also couldn't get the picture out of my head of what I saw earlier, and would instinctively glance in that direction occasionally. Not sure why - did I think it was going to come out? I kept telling myself I didn't see what I thought I saw - it couldn't be that big.

Not sure how or when it happened, but at some point while I was talking, he had grabbed my foot and began massaging it. When I did notice, I was a bit taken back but at the same time a little voice inside me said, "Thank God, I painted my toenails." Strange I know. So there I was, captivated with his take on swinging, and at the same time getting a GREAT foot massage and feeling more and more relaxed.

Then he said it, "One thing you master is controlling a woman's body from head to toe." Especially a wife.

I foolishly said "Like what?"

It happened very quickly, but at the same time very slowly in my mind. He lifted my right foot, and slowly my big toe disappeared into his mouth. What happened to me next was the most amazing moment ever. All of a sudden, lightning exploded down my leg, up my thigh and through my spine. My whole body exploded in goose bumps. I found my back arching, body shaking and mouth gasping. It lasted maybe one second, maybe less, but I'm sure my face had an O.M.F.G expression.

He slowly slid my toe out of his mouth and continued massaging the same foot without skipping a beat. He then quickly began talking about how I should swing. "Marriage goes both ways, Susan, and if you love your husband, then you should do it. After all, his asking is giving consent to explore and you should take it seriously." You know what, he made sense. He continued talking about the special role of wives in making their husbands happy by swinging, and I listened. I listened intently. He didn't talk for too long, but long enough for me to be surprised by him taking my left big toe and sliping it into his mouth again. Same result.

"What was he doing to me?" is what I thought. It was as if I no longer had control of my body. I wasn't telling it to move or shake, I had no part in that control. But he did, he made my body move against my will or thought. It was listening to him.

He then told me how he ran into my husband few months ago at the gym. I was surprised. He continued to mention that they showered in the same area, and that my husband had reminded him of other husbands he met in London, so he's not surprised that he asked me to swing.

I asked, "How so?"

He said, "He's lacking."

"In what?"

"In this." He quickly pulled down his zipper and lifted it out and, with a thump, laid it next to my foot. The glance I had stolen from him earlier was now affirmed...it was that big.

I'm 5'7'' and wear a shoe size 6. I've lain in bed with my husband many night,and when he is erect, I have noticed my foot is always longer than his endowment. David was not erect, and my foot was small in comparison. My mouth dropped and my heart was racing! The image of it and the difference in scale between "that" and my foot seemed unreal. It was...intimidating, how could it naturally be that big?

I intentionally didn't think it, but somehow, my big toe moved over and brushed across it. That was all the indication he needed for consent, and it was not my mind that gave it. In one quick movement he grabbed my ankles and pulled me across the couch towards him. I landed on his lap with my mouth open, gasping for air. He saw it as an invitation, and before I knew it, I was making out with David.

His tongue was much larger than what my senses attributed to a kiss, and he kissed with passion, and surprisingly I found myself kissing back. Was I really doing this? David was a friend, how can I be kissing a friend. As we kissed, I felt something warm and continually moving up my right thigh. I knew what it was.

I'm not sure how long we kissed...it was quite a long embrace, but eventually, and with gentle care, he carried me off to his bedroom. The door never closed. He carried me into the bedroom; my senses must have been on EXTREME-sensitivity because as he began to stand me up, I could feel almost every fiber of the carpet touch the bottom of my foot. We both stood facing each other in his bedroom, arms wrapped around one another...kissing. As if anything could startle me at this point, there I was startled by my phone ringing. The ringtone identified it as my husband calling. I did not move, I did not answer it.

As I stood there in front of him, a little voice inside me kept questioning what I was doing and telling me that I should leave. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't. What happened next was the most erotic experience I have had having my clothes removed.

He quietly moved directly behind me, I could not see him. All of a sudden I started feeling the sensation of tiny soft kisses on my neck and shudders. My grandma called them "angel kisses" and I loved them as a little girl. The sounds alone were adorable.

His hands slowly appeared from behind me, and as I looked down and witnessed him very patiently begin to unbutton my blouse. My heart was racing. When he was done undoing each and every button with care, he slowly, and I mean slowly, began to remove my blouse by slowly dragging the fabric along my shoulders and arms. He wanted me to feel every moment. I just stood there and felt every fiber brush against my skin. Again, my cell-phone rang, and again, the ringtone indicated it was my husband. It RANG and Rang and rang, almost in tune with my blouse inching off my shoulders until I heard the faint sound of my blouse crumbling onto the floor. I heard a sign of approval coming from David's lips; he approved of my bra, cleavage, breast, or perhaps all three. I had worn matching red string Tanga bra and panties that day. I had worn that pair because my husband liked to see me in them, they were a gift from him, and because my husband and I had planned on some love making later when I got home. I didn't plan for anyone else to see me in them...no one else ever had. The phone continued to ring. It was so conflicting. Part of me wanted to run to the phone, but my my skin was invaded by goosebumps and my feet and legs were in concrete...and not going anywhere. This was going to happen no matter what my mind wanted.

Again, the angel kisses....now with gentle blowing into my ears. My body was ultra-sensitive and everything was magnified. All my senses were on notice, all the hairs throughout my body were standing straight up. He then moved in front of me, calmly got onto his knees and began giving my tummy kisses as he unbuttoned my shorts. Slowly, very slowly, very very slowly, he pulled them off me, carefully lifting each foot out of them and tossing them aside as a piece of me I no longer needed. He arose and again disappeared behind me. All I could hear was my heavy breathing, and one by one I felt each of my bra clasps become undone...until finally only my shoulder straps and breasts were keeping it on. He moved in front of me and reached out for my bra grasping it firmly. He then began to pull on it. First, my breasts were released from the bra and lightly bounced on my chest. Then, as he continued to pull the bra, he pulled my arms forward until they were totally outreached towards him. He pulled one more time and my bra hit the floor. He stepped forward into my stretched out arms until we were closely face to face. I could almost hear his heartbeat; it was as fast as mine. I could see the pores on his face, his lips, and feel the warmth of his breath.

His face slowly disappeared. He was on his knees again, giving my tummy kisses. Only one piece of clothing left...my heart beat faster and faster. Suddenly my phone loudly rang again - it was my husband. David moved his hands and held onto my hips. It was only a coincidence of perhaps fate, that I was wearing red string Tanga panties that day...panties that I would learn later were his favorite. He then wrapped his fingers around my panty line along my hips and gave them a slight tug. This was it...no going back.... He patiently began to pull down my panties along my hips, all the while gently blowing on my belly button and lower.

My phone was ringing.

He pulled lower and lower, his breathing moved lower as he followed his progress and my heart raced faster and faster.

The phone was still ringing.

My panties were below my waist, and the crotch of my panties created a little resistance. It was not dry. He pulled a little harder, and it slowly began to unwrap from my body. As he gently pulled, I felt something, a drop, flow down my inner thigh. I looked down, and saw it slide down my thigh, past my knee, until resting on my ankle. This was a first.

He pulled a bit more, and my body welcomed his attempts, and my legs parted a bit for him until the crotch of my panties was removed and the sudden exposure to air gave way to another exploding of goosebumps and tingling of my soul. He lovingly blew and kissed me around my vagina.

The phone was ringing louder this time it seemed. Each ring seemed louder.

I looked down and saw my panties in an unusual state. They were totally and without doubt soaked. "Did I do that? What made my body do that?" He glided my panties to my ankles, picked up my feet to step me out of them and tossed them aside.

The phone was still ringing.

Then he stood in front of me, totally dressed, while I was not.

The phone stopped ringing.

He leaned forward for a kiss, I got up on my tippy toes and we kissed. My phone alerted me to the arrival of a voice mail. I fainted.

When I woke up, I wasn't sure where I was. I opened my eyes, and everything was unfamiliar. Then I realized I was naked and I knew it wasn't a dream, it did happen, or it was happening. David walked in with a glass of water and very happy my eyes were open. He carefully helped me sit up and helped me sip a cup of water. He asked if I was ok. I was embarrassed that I fainted. How LAME was I? I laid back down, so so so embarrassed I wanted to hide under a rock. He lay beside me. I didn't realize I was covering my body up with my hands. He slowly removed them and told me it was ok. I turned to face him, and then we were kissing again. God, he's a good kisser. While kissing, he began to lead me back to a standing position. What was happening to me? I followed his kiss like a love-struck school girl. There we were again, like nothing happened, standing in front of each other. He was completely dressed, and me as nude as a new born baby.

He politely asked me if I wanted to continue. If I did, I would have to undress him. That would be my consent, my approval, my...vow to be in his bed. I was nervous, my hands were shaking. So he helped, he guided my hands to the bottom of his shirt and helped me lift it over his head. He guided my hands to the button on his shorts, I calmly undid it - the sound of me pulling down the zipper still rings in my ear. The shorts were very loose on him so once I undid the zipper. They dropped to the floor like a curtain falling in a 60's Broadway show. It was unexpected and sudden, but there it was, standing at full attention. It was a lot larger than what I saw earlier.

It was...Intimidating. He reached out, and grabbed my right hand, and pulled out my index finger, and slowly he traced it from the bottom to the tip and around and back again. I found myself staring intently and stepping closer as he did this, until eventually he let go of my hand and I found myself tracing on my own. One finger turned to two; turned to three, until eventually I was holding all of him in my hand.

My body, mind, and soul were accustomed to that body part feeling a certain way, weighing a certain way, and looking a certain way in my hand. I could cradle my husbands in the palm of one of my hands. My mind could not comprehend how heavy it was...how much weight...how much girth, and how my hand looked so tiny. I was becoming weak in the knees again, but David caught me and protected me.

David caught me by my shoulders as my knees started to weaken. He asked if I was ok, and I wasn't sure what happened. As the sudden feeling started to wash away, I looked down and noticed that I never let go of him. He was still in my right hand. I couldn't stop staring at the size difference between him and my hand, and I couldn't stop looking despite my light headed state. I started to reach out with my left hand, moved my right hand down to the base and grabbed hold. Both my hands fit. I was shocked. Like a lost girl I looked up at him flabbergasted. He gave me an approving kiss on the forehead. Told me it was ok, and encouraged me to explore. I turned my attention back to it.

It was a being unto itself. The tip resembled the top of a very large mushroom and had well defined ridges, not something you notice about the tip unless you're up close or it's large enough be discernible from a distance. It was a comforting warm, vibrating with energy and strength. It was heavy, heavier than my senses and mind attributed to that body part, and it was intimidating. It dwarfed BOTH my hands and was as solid and hard as a rock. Really stiff and firm, it wouldn't move without effort on my part. I'd move it to the left, and it would just snap back into place.

I was startled when he spoke. I almost forgot he was in the room, and more importantly I forgot that I had undressed him. We both stood there, completely naked in his bedroom. I never felt so vulnerable. He took my face in his hands and kissed me very, very passionately. It was like we'd been doing this for years. I couldn't believe how natural it felt to kiss him, how involved I was. At the same time, there was a twinge of disbelief that I was doing this at all and NOT kissing my husband. This is not the man I gave vows to, yet here I am standing in his bedroom, my clothes scattered on the floor like pieces of me that had to be removed to let the real me out. I began to meet his passion in the kisses with my passion. He was pulling me in deeper and deeper, and I knew it.

I'm not sure how long we kissed, but it was quite a while. We stood there kissing, his arms wrapped around me, my hands wrapped around "him." The only reason we stopped is because I was startled when his toes touched my toes; all the things to get startled about this deep into what was unfolding. I looked down and smiled. There was something very intimate, seeing my feet next to his feet. I never saw my feet as sexual instruments. I played soccer, walked around barefoot, they were just feet. But when my toes disappeared into David's mouth they became something more...a path to euphoria. And now seeing my toes touching his toes made what was happening that much more real...that much more...sexual.

He asked me sit down on the bed for a minute. I did. As I sat there, on the edge of his bed, nude, I wondered "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SUSAN?!" I was silent, just me and thoughts for what seemed an eternity. It was weird seeing my friend walk around nude, so confident in his walk. "I'm seeing DAVID NAKED?!!?" He reached out for my hand, as if I was walking off a stagecoach, and led me into his bathroom where he had a hot shower running. He led me into the bath stall.

Our time in the shower was so surreal. What was an emotional roller coaster ride up to this point turned into jovial fun. He cracked jokes, we splashed water on each other, and it was the complete opposite of everything that had happened up to that point. We were being friends, we were naked, but the quick change from uber-sensitive eroticism to now laughing like school children seemed so much like a dream. It made light of the intensity that was happening earlier, and gave my poor heart a chance to rest.

We were in there for quite a while before we rinsed off, David stepped out first and grabbed me a towel and began to dry me from head to toe like a gentleman. Seeing my thigh jiggle while he dried it was quite a sight. It just made it more real. I knew where this was leading...this was going to happen. He dried himself off then walked me to the mirror and stood behind me. My heart skipped a beat. It's one thing being behind one's own eyes and witnessing the unfolding of the afternoon's events. It was quite another being slapped in the face with the truth when you see yourself naked in front of a mirror with another man that is not your husband. HOLY POO?!!? This is real?!?!!?

There I was looking back at myself. It was like looking at a stranger. Who was she in the mirror? She wasn't the loyal married woman I've always known, or the responsible woman that most of my friends look to for relationship advice. She was someone else, I didn't recognize her, but she was stronger than me, and all I could do was witness.

David grabbed a brush and stood behind me, and while we both stared at each other in the mirror, he slowly brushed back my hair. I felt so protected, so safe. This may sound strange, but it was like he was a big brother, taking care of me. When he finished, he grabbed a firm grasp of my hand and began walking me back to his bedroom. I knew what this walk meant. I found myself matching his stride, everything in slow motion. An old familiar feeling emerged.

It was a feeling that reminded me of being a young girl and being taken to the doctor by my mother for a doctor's shot. That same familiar apprehension was back, inside me as he walked me into this bedroom. "This is what my husband wanted me to do, isn't it?" Isn't it?

There was a small couch in David's bedroom. He sat down in it, and placed me on his lap, wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed back. By this point, his lips weren't foreign to me, they were familiar and inviting. I could feel the hundreds of goose bumps return to my legs. He held me close and tightly and we kissed for a long time.

He lifted me again into the air, my feet dangling in the air, and gently laid me on his bed. He lay beside me, and again my hand, on its own accord, found its way to stroking him. As much as I enjoyed kissing him, I wanted to look at it, I want to explore it. He knew this, the look in my eye was nothing new to him. He'd seen it many times in the eyes of the wives shared with him by their husbands. So, he sat back and positioned his back to the head board, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and encouraged me to explore. I lay on my side and looked at it, touched it, examined it. "It's ok, you can kiss it," were his words. I leaned forward and gave it a kiss.

I have given my husband oral, but this was quite different. With my husband, most of my upper lip and bottom lip touch air. But with David, there was nothing but contact. I kissed it again and again. He ran his fingers through my hair and encouraged me. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to show him what I could do. That I could give back, too. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and took him into my mouth. It filled my mouth. Like a live being, it made itself comfortable on my tongue.

I did it for about 10 seconds...when he stopped me. I was startled. Why did he stop me?!?! "Sweetie, I need to show you how to give oral the right way." I thought I was doing it the right way?!? No one ever taught me how to give oral. I thought you just put your mouth on top and go up and down. I have been doing it to my boyfriend/husband for years, without any complaints. When we got married, no one handed me a "How to give oral for dummies" book. So I thought I knew what I was doing, because I'd never heard a complaint before. But, according to David, I did not.

For the next hour, David walked me through how to give oral the right way. How doing it slow is better than doing it fast, how to use my lips, my tongue, and my hands. We went through several drills, working on my mechanics as well as the mental aspect of it. How important it is, before you begin, to spend a few seconds to gather yourself, and finally let go, and make love to it...YOU make 100% love to it. That combines both the mechanical and emotional side of it and is the key to doing it the correct way.

As he was instructing me, I was extremely nervous. In the beginning, my nervousness was alleviated by surprising laughs. You see, I'd take my mouth off to listen more intently to his guidance and there would be this goo that would stick from his tip to the bottom of my lip. And boy was it was resilient, no matter how much I moved or shook my head, it was there. Each and every time I took my mouth off, THERE IT WAS. It was hilarious, we laughed each time. It took the edge off of what was happening...I was giving a blow job to David. That was the reality.

Early into it there was another reality jolt. While I had David in my mouth, my phone began to ring again. It was my husband again calling reaching out to me. O.M.F.G. Here I am, with another man in my mouth while the man I married to is calling from our home.

How can I be doing this??! Why am I doing this?!?!?

Why can I not stop? This is what he wanted,isn't it? Isn't it? This raged inside me, trying to balance both worlds inside me while listening to David's instructions. Up and down I went, kissing, and licking.

The phone kept ringing.

A tear ran down my cheek.

I couldn't stop, I knew that once he had removed my panties there would be no going back, no stopping. Allowing him to take them off was my consent, and mine alone. My husband may have brought me here, but it was my consent that allowed my clothes to come off and I knew the what it was leading to. Another tear followed. David didn't notice.

The phone stopped ringing. I wiped away the tears and kept going.

We were at it for about an hour when we stopped. He said I evolved extremely well and told me "I'm proud of you." I don't know why I enjoyed hearing that but it put a smile on my face. Why did his pride in my new blowjob skill make me happy? My jaw was definitely a bit stiff and I was thirsty. He went to the kitchen and returned with a tray of fruit; blackberries, apple slices, orange slices, watermelon, water, and a bottle of wine.

I didn't realize how hungry I was until I ate my first strawberry. It was 5 PM now, and I'd been alone with David or over 2 hours now. Snack time was quiet, nothing was said. I lay with my back on his chest looking out the window, eating fruit, drinking wine, and reflecting. He had his arm wrapped around me, his hand on my tummy. David is very tall, 6'5'' and has very large hands. Seeing his hand on my tummy was different. His large hand dwarfed my small waist.

My phone rang again.

This time it was my mother calling. I knew she was home, and here I am at this house doing what I'm doing. God if she only knew. Does she know, she never calls me in the afternoons?!!?

As I lay there drinking my wine, David started very passionately kissing my neck. He grabbed the glass out of my hand, and turned me around. The kissing began again, very gentle, very loving. He then flipped me onto my back, with him on top of me. "Was this it, is it going to happen?" Then he stepped off the end of the bed, grabbed my hips, and slid me across the mattress until my hips were even with the edge of the bed. I would now learn what else his long tongue can do besides kiss excellently. It was slow, and it was a long lick but it was enough to make my body quake.

"I knew you'd taste delicious," he said. I don't know how it happened, but that one lick pushed me out of my body. It was surreal. Everything became glassy; I was in an intoxicated daze. I was experiencing this great amount of pleasure. The ceiling fan seemed to be moving in slow motion. I could see my feet jiggling in the air, I wasn't telling them to jiggle. Again he had control. My eyes would open and close uncontrollably. The window was open, and a small breeze was blowing the curtains. I could hear his neighbors, an older couple, talking in the backyard. They just started cutting the grass; I could smell the fresh cut grass. They were probably less than 50 feet away. Here they are talking about the yard like normal people, and here I am, with my ankles being held up in the air doing anything but the normal. My hips started to move, I didn't tell them to move. I looked down, OMFG....the surrealism, feeling this amazing pleasure similar to what my husband has done many times, but that is not his face between my thighs, it is another man's face. Is this really happening? I wanted to stop, but my hips had a mind of their own. I wasn't telling them to move, but they were moving, and my body was not listening. I want to STOP. My body did not. If there was any time for it to end it would have been there, but my body betrayed me.

Through my glassy eyes, I could see my toes dancing in the air, like ballet dancers during the Nutcracker. My husband took me to see that. My toes that David showed me could deliver so much pleasure, now danced for him. My mind was just along for the ride. I couldn't believe the moaning and heavy breathing was coming from me. It didn't sound like me, it sounded more involved. But there was no one else in the room, so it had to be me.

David knew what he was doing. It was the best oral experience I've ever had. I mentioned his hands earlier. My husband's hands aren't small, but they aren't as large as David's. When my husband plays with my breasts, it feels good. But with David, my entire breast disappeared in his palm. The sensation was unbelievable, the visual overpowering... it elevated the pleasure flowing through my body.

My body squirmed and moved the direction he made it move...my eyes were rarely open; all I could do was hear moaning from an unfamiliar voice. Eventually, he laid my feet on his shoulders. I enjoyed how his shoulders felt under my feet - strong, firm. By this point I was weak from the waist down. I completely surrendered to him. There was nothing he could not do. My body was no longer my own. He finished by licking me along my right thigh, and sucking on my big toe, my body shook. He then stood before me with the tip looking larger than before. He began crawling onto the bed. I began retreating with my elbows back to the head board. Why was I retreating? When I had nowhere to go, he put his arm under my waist and pulled me towards him and put each breast in his mouth, and nibbled. It was exhilarating. I reached down to stroke him...it was bigger. I remember what he told me when he was teaching me how to give oral. "It takes two, and if the woman wants to have great sex, it's her job to prepare it." I wanted to make him happy. When he was finished with my breasts, I, of my own accord bent down and took him in my mouth. I did it. Me, it was my decision. Although my jaw ached I had to do this for him, and yes it was thicker.

He stood on his knees on the bed and he moaned. He moaned. I was doing something Right! I was giving back...it felt good. I did this for quite a while until he stopped me. He reached over to his dresser and pulled at a box. I made out the letters "Magnum." He handed me the condom and asked me to put it on. I followed his instructions and placed it on him. It was a very big condom.

There I was, lying on a bed that wasn't my own. It was David's, a friend from college. I had just placed the condom on him and slowly glanced down. If it was intimidating before it was more so now. Its size announced its presence. It seemed to command my thighs to part. They opened, they parted and gave it a clear path to me. It was so thick. The emotion I was experiencing was familiar like that moment when you're seated in for your first roller coaster ride and it slowly begins to ratchet its way to the top knowing that the drop is inevitable.

David wrapped both his hands around my waist. The visual made my heart skip a beat. Looking down, I saw his large hands envelop my waist and this thick penis hovering over my navel. I felt tiny, small. He asks me to put it in for him. I reach out with my right hand, then my left, I grab hold with both hands and lower it and place it against my clitoris and pushed it lower to my entrance.

He pushed in.

As he began to penetrate me, my heart rate shot up from rapid to cardiac. My mouth gasped, and air rushed out of my body, and I would wind up chasing my breath for the rest of the day. My body uncontrollably arched. Then came the pain. Felt like he was cutting me in half. I instinctively clawed at the bed, then I contracted myself to keep him from entering any more. When I did this, a rapturous sensation crept along my body and my eyes shot open wide. I was gasping for air, but the air was leaving my body as fast as I could ask for it. It was heavenly. I was so wrapped in it that I relaxed a bit. He entered a bit more. THE PAIN. I closed myself off again, this time also pushing on his chest to get him to STOP.

David is very tall man and has a long torso; he was posed over me like a canopy. I felt tiny. Again I had this euphoric feeling spread throughout my body. I've heard the expression but this was the first time I've experienced having my toes curl - I could see them. I relaxed as I let the heavenly sensation wrap me up. He went in even further...IT HURT. It was like my body, not my mind, had identified him as a foreign object, an intruder and was fighting him off. My legs got involved, and I tried to push him off me with my knees. A reflex. But as quickly as my body did that...the pleasure returned and my body relaxed. I could't catch my breath; I felt like I'm hyperventilating. Everything was glossed over.

He went in deeper.

It was agonizing. This time when he went in deeper The sensation was now like discovering a new side of myself. Then I realize he's gone further inside me than my husband ever has. This part of me has never been touched until now. The euphoric pleasure is now quadrupled. Similar to the feeling of kicking your shoes off after a long day, and rush of air touching skin that has been untouched all day. He goes deeper, and it hurts now more than ever I'm pushing him off with my hands but it's like hitting a wall. He's not budging. I yell. Not sure if it was pain or pleasure but sound came out.

Then he went even deeper and hit something...goose bumps spread throughout my body. Oh my god. He's touching my cervix. I'm scared. I look up at him probably with a shocked look on my face. He's smiling. Brushes the hair out my face. "You did it,", he says. Then leaned down, embraces me, and kisses me deeply. He was inside me fully and completely. My legs relaxed and nestled around his. Like an embrace.

I broke away from the kissing and looked down. The visual was unreal. I was seeing a large portion of it still sticking out. Its thickness was unbelievable, it seemed impossible that it was inside....that all that fit inside. His tip I had kissed earlier was buried inside me. The contrast to my small waist made it very unbelievable.

He then clutched my right thigh, cradled my neck with his other hand and began thrusting. My heart rate shot up again my breath rushed out of my body when I needed it most. The pleasure was unbelievable...my eyes uncontrollably shut, and I was swayed in a torrent of pleasure. It felt like he was massaging my soul. I had zero control of my body. It had control; it makes it move as it wishes. My god what is he doing to me. I feel the muscles on his back fully flexing. My thighs are wide open, welcoming him. Then his lips join the chorus. As they kiss my neck, my breasts I can't take it. He's making a permanent bond with my soul, he's touching, he's massaging it, and he's claiming it.

Then I feel it. The orgasm in me rising, it feels different. Like it's coming from deeper inside and it's slowly rising but getting stronger as it rises. It's like a separate being inside...telling me it's on its way. My leg muscles are fully flexed and working with him. Then without warning, it spreads throughout my body, my legs kick out, I moan loudly. It must be released. My entire body explodes. My eyes water and tears run down my cheek. It was as if all my pores opened up and energy was realized. It ached. I'm not sure I'd call it an orgasm, because it was not what I have defined as an orgasm...it was stronger it was deeper, intense.

But it was not over...he was still thrusting..God this is wonderful, 15 minutes pass...30 minutes pass...he's still going. This would have been over 5 minutes ago at home. He's slowly, harmonically, making love to my mind, body and soul.

He pulls himself out of me. That alone made me gasp. It was a sensation onto itself. I could feel more how much space he took up inside me. He turned me on my tummy and raised me onto all fours and stood off the bed. I looked over my shoulders and saw him wrapping his hands on my waist. I looked forward again. That feeling of having my mom taking me to the doctor's office was back again. I could feel him entering, it hurt again. I clawed at the bed..."I can do this", I said to myself. He touched my cervix again. It felt so wonderful. I was moaning louder I couldn't control the sounds coming out of my mouth, I could barely stay conscious.

He was increasingly getting more aggressive, holding my hips tighter and tighter. God why do I love this so much, what is he doing to me? Tears would occasionally run down my face. I was in a heightened emotional state. Every part of my body was sensitive and soaking all the information it could. I looked at the clock 45 minutes...O.M.G. He then grabbed my left thigh and guided my leg off the bed. I had one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed. He tightly massaged my thigh. He grabbed the other thigh and guided it off the bed. I was standing now with my hands on the bed. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him. We were having sex standing up. He was really pushing the limits of my cervix. While he raised me I was silent. I was wrapped in the pleasure. Then I felt it...a small tingling under my belly button and it was rising. "Is that what I think it is?" I thought. Then it happened, a second orgasm. I've never had one, never thought I was multi-orgasmic but here it was approaching.

BOOM!

It was just as extraordinarily piercing as the previous one. My weak body quaked. My hands reaching out for the air, but nothing there. As it subsided so did I. I was spent. I don't know what happened, but every ounce of energy was ripped out of me. I collapsed on the bed like a piece of meat, trying hard to catch my breath, and trying hard to stay conscious. I had a pulsating feeling between my thighs, the warmth of David's hand imprinted on my hips. David cuddled up beside me and kissed me on the neck. "Was that your first multi-orgasm?"

"Yes, I panted."

"I'm very proud of you."

I smiled. I opened my eyes and glanced over to the clock. Over 3 hours had passed since this began and by the look of David....this was going to be a long day.