Three To Get Off Of Despair

I put on my boxers out of modesty for Lizbeth and went to the bathroom to pee and wash myself and was back in the bedroom just in time to see Lizbeth crawling naked across the covers.

"This side of the sheets is warmer and not wet," she said pulling them up around her stomach.

I slipped my boxers over my erection and crawled in bed with her. "Maybe we can find something else to warm you up."

"The sheets are for later, anyway," she said throwing them back. "Do you think we will ever go to sleep?"

"Well, I don't know if this is the alternative..." I said, placing my hand on her breast.

"I'm far too wired to sleep, too. Maybe if we do something really hard and fast to the point of exhaustion....?"

"Just what are you thinking about? Something like go running?"

She grinned. "I really like having this effect on you. I can see this is a permanent part of my life now." A moment after she said that, I saw her cheeks flushing, but I knew they were nothing compared to mine. She continued, "Do you want to put it on now or later?"

"Uh, shouldn't we warm you up a little first?"

"Oh I'm warm enough. I'm pretty ready. Been thinking' about this all night."

"Yeah, ok then." I was with her and my erection had never disappeared since she pulled the blanket out the two of us.

I was unconsciously stroking my penis and Lizbeth's fingers joined me, I just watched her fingers sliding along my cock so naturally. Lizbeth seemed to be studying what she was doing as well. "Rick" she began. "I, uh, I really like seeing you naked."

I grinned. "I'm kinda a fan of seeing you this way, too."

"I don't just mean that. I mean, it's like all the barriers are coming down. There's finally nothing between us anymore."

"No secrets and complete trust in the other."

"Forever," Lizbeth finished the sentence and then looked back down at my cock. "How does it feel? Tight?"

"You don't know how much...."

"Rick, what position do you think is best?"

Lizbeth's voice was tremulous over my shoulder.

I lay back down next to her. "What do you thing about the kissing position?" I answered and moved my lips to hers. She responded immediately and soon our bodies were wrapped together, hands gliding across skin, lips pushing and pulling. I moved my lips to her neck and one of those beautiful moans escaped from her. I instantly felt my temperature rising.

I put long wet licks up and down her neck, again taking in that indescribable taste. Next it was her ear between my teeth, nibbling very gently. Her nails descended upon my back and scratched lightly across my skin, sending goose bumps across my body. My hold on her became stronger, tighter, as I kissed and licked her over and over. I was getting crazy with the feel of her.

I felt Lizbeth pushing me up on top of her and our legs writhed together, our groins meeting again. I lifted myself on my forearms a bit so that she didn't have to support my full weight and she brought her tongue to my face and quickly covered me with it.

By now she did know this could have such an effect on me. My body twitched and I moaned and gasped each time her tongue hit me. Ohmygod, Ohmygod it was so good. Don't ever stop, baby.

My tongue fell on her forehead and I slid it down her face and chin over her neck and between her breasts all the way to her navel and then back up again. I couldn't get over the feel of her body against mine as we grounded our sexes together. Everything was smooth, soft and perfect. I repeated my body licks a second and a third time beginning to taste and smell the excitement growing in the air.

She lay with her hands stretched straight above her body so I glided up her until my own hands found hers and our fingers locked together.

I was so much in love. I could feel it. I knew it because my heart was melting for this woman. "Baby," I whispered my mouth just an inch from hers, "this is the best day of my life."

"I never knew I was a 'baby' person. I've been calling you 'baby' all night. Where did that come from?"

I saw tears in her eyes and she nodded quickly.

"I will do anything for you," I told her, the emotions quickly overpowering me.

"I know," she replied and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock was again pressing up against her mound, though this time was leaking pre-cumm at a fast rate. I looked up into her burning eyes. My hips moved a bit lower until it felt like my tip was between her labia. I pressed forward and she wiggled under me, moving. I pressed forward again, not sure of her reaction. I knew where I was, and what I was supposed to do. But I was hesitant, Lizbeth was virgin and I didn't want to hurt her.

It was she who reached down and took my cumm slicked shaft in her hand, pulling me lower and at a different angle. I pushed my hips forward again where she had placed me and Lizbeth's eyes shot open.

The head of my cock was inside her. I could feel the tightness. I pushed again and Lizbeth cried out. Her arms were wrapped around me tightly, clutching me. "Slow..." she said with a small and voice tenuous voice.

I nodded, but the truth was I had no idea what she was feeling. Only the woman can know what is happening in her body and her mind in those special moments. Was I in just a bit or a lot? She was so tight around me and I felt so much pressure that I didn't know how to move slow or fast. I tried to inch in a little more and Lizbeth was whimpering.

Oh my Lizbeth. Oh, my love. I didn't want to hurt her. I resolved not to move an inch more inside.

Instead I would try moving in and out, but going no deeper than I was. I slid backwards and she moaned. I moved in again and she cried out. I didn't know what to do. All I could think to do was stay put and hold her, so I did. We lay there for a while with me resting partway in her, clutching each other.

"Do you want me to leave and get out and make the hymen to be surgically removed?"

Suddenly, I felt her hips move against me, rocking ever so slightly. I kissed her again and tried to remain still, letting her control what happened. She continued these tiny rocking motions against me and I could feel sensations already starting between my legs.

"Baby I'm not gonna last long," I confessed to her.

"That's OK," she said in a voice that seemed about to break.

"How are you doing, want me to stop?"

She shook her head and then said, "It hurts some." She looked deep into my eyes and then caressed my face while our hips moved back and forth together. "I'm so happy."

My gaze fell down the woman I loved to where our bodies met. I could just see the base of my cock before it disappeared inside her. I was further in than I realized. I had an idea. I propped myself on one arm and lowered the other down her torso, gliding over her skin as I went. My hand disappeared between her legs, bumping into my own cock inside her. I slid up from there.... Lizbeth squealed and jumped up. I had found her clit.

I kept my cock as still as I could, just filling her, while my fingers began to touch that sensitive spot. Her little whimpers became cries and her arms started to flail around the bed. As she moved, her muscles gripped my cock inside her, squeezing it and releasing it. It felt so good.

I kept rubbing her clitoris as she rocked her hips against me, and she was speaking, "yes oh yes, Rick," "ohmygod," and a lot others that I couldn't figure out. I felt my balls clutching, building and building. I realized I was thrusting into her. I hadn't meant to. It was so hard to stop now. Her hips were rocking harder too. I really hadn't meant to.

"Oh Rick"

"Baby"

"Oh my love"

"Ohhhhh....."

Her fingers clawed at my back hard and she was watching me so intensely. There was sweat on her skin and tears. I made sure my fingers kept moving on her. Tears were sliding down her cheeks. I wanted to kiss each one. Her hips bucked hard into me. I was thrusting. Oh, thrusting deep into the one I had always loved.

It felt so good. She was everything to me forever.

OOHHHHHH; I was cumming, cumming and cumming. I felt my face twisting and my whole body convulsing. Shot after shot into her.

But I kept my finger moving on her clit as I was collapsing on her. I didn't forget. All I wanted in the world was to make her feel like I did. She deserved everything I could give her. "Beautiful, beautiful," I heard myself saying over and over incoherently as my cock continued to throb deep inside her. She screamed and flew to the ceiling. She plastered herself against my body. My fingers slipped from their place. Her face was buried in my neck and her body convulsed with soft sobs. I didn't let go. I was here forever for her. I will for as long as she would have me.

After a few moments and when I felt we had recovered our coherence I asked her, "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"

"No, my love," she said clutching me still harder than I could believe. "It was just a lot..." she breathed and wiped her face against me, "to handle, and I wasn't prepared" breath, "at once."

As our bodies calmed down, my emotions grew. I wanted to say something. But I couldn't. There were no words for these sentiments.

Lizbeth lifted herself up and my cock slid out of her. I rolled to her side and after cleaning myself I settled back down on the bed lying on my back, she crawled on top of me again, resting her body on mine. She put her head on my chest and we lay quietly together for some minutes, breathing.

I just held her and watched her rise and fall with each breath. I drew the sheets up around us.

She spoke quietly. "You know, I've been wondering why we haven't ever had sex before. I know there are women all over you, and as clueless as I, can be, I think you know it deep down I wanted you. If you had ever really tried, you'd have found me." She ran her fingers through my chest hair and then looked up into my eyes. "What were you waiting for?"

I knew the answer now, "To be perfect for you."

Ooo000ooo

It was better and better than this first time the next six years; after the news of our common infertility something broke, not our love but the physical expression of that love. From that moment something was missing, the possibility of a son or a daughter, the possibility someday we would be three. We could complete our family. And from then on our marriage was barely surviving, crawling, when the events occurred that changed our marriage and our lives. To better times.

Chapter 3

I took a bit of toast and washed it down with a sip of coffee. The sports pages were spread out in front of me.

"Did Art call you yesterday?" asked my wife.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, he did. He said essentially what he had said the day before. You know, that he thought he was in love with Barbara and he didn't know what to do about Betsy."

My wife nodded solemnly, Art and Betsy Burg being our best friends and now, it seemed, their marriage was in severe trouble.

"Did you call to Betsy?" I asked my wife.

"She called and cried for about a half an hour.

She says that Art has told her he doesn't know if he wants to be married anymore. I just didn't know what to say to her."

I sighed and then took another bit of toast and another gulp of coffee, then turned the newspaper page in front of me.

"We have to do something, Rick."

"I agree. But what? I really think Art is stuck on Barbara. It may be a temporary infatuation, but try and tell him that."

"Meanwhile, Betsy is really getting hurt," my wife said, "I mean it's bad enough finding your husband has fallen for another girl; but Barbara is a good friend besides. If Art leaves Betsy, she'll be losing not just a husband, but a good friend, too."

"It is rough." I said.

"We can't just sit back and let it happen, can we, dear?"

"No," I said, we can't. I'll call Art again and see if we can get together for lunch."

"That's a fine idea." Lizbeth said relieved. It seemed to me it was just what she had been hoping I would say.

"We have to convince him that the affair is just a temporary thing and Betsy and his marriage is permanent."

"I hope you can do it."

"It won't be easy. Hell, I never thought there would be any trouble between Art and Betsy." I said.

"Yeah, me neither."

"Until a month ago, I'd have said they were the only really happy marriage I knew about —outside of ours—of course."

"Yeah me too" But her voice had a different tinges as if something strange was going through her mind.

Finishing my toast and draining the cup of coffee I glanced at my watch "Got to run honey. I'll let you know what happens with Art, after lunch."

We pecked, the usual kiss of husband and wife parting for the day. For a moment I thought we looked good together.

A few hours later I called my wife, "I don't know what's going on with Art, I asked him out to lunch but he said he was just too busy."

"What else did he say?"

"Not much. In fact, there were just a few sentences. I asked him how things were and he said that he wasn't sure. I asked what was happening between him and Barbara and he said that things were at an important point. But he wouldn't say what. Frankly, I don't know anything more than I did before I called him. Did you talk to Betsy?"

"I tried. I had been calling her but no one is home."

"Don't you thing that's odd?" I asked my wife.

"I know I'm going to keep trying, when work allows me."

That night, over dinner, we discussed Art and Betsy some more. For us the breaking of the Burg marriage could be a tragedy of the first order; Art and Betsy had been our friends for the entire length of both our marriages. They are not only our best friends; they are in a very real sense our only friends. Oh, we know a lot of people many in a very friendly basis, but the Burgs are the only people we are really close to and their marriage had seemed remarkably happy.

Neither I nor Lizbeth admit to each other—well not in my case to myself—that if our friend's marriage broke up, we may eventually end up examining our own marriage, a relationship which both of us are taking for granted so far.

Lizbeth had gone to the kitchen to bring dessert when the phone rang. She answered it; it was Art Burg.

"Hey Liz, you two want some company tonight?"

"You know you and Betsy can always come over, whenever you want." I heard Lizbeth on the phone.

A silence while Lizbeth was listening on the phone and then, "Barbara? Well, sure, if you want to." She listened some more and then, "Fine, see you then."

"What did he say?" I asked my wife.

She was bewildered, "Well basically he said they are going to come the three of them, Barbara included, that something had happened between the three of them and that is hard to believe –his words, nor mine--; Barbara is going to live with them for a while and when I asked him if Betsy was in agreement he said he wouldn't say exactly that Betsy wants it, but, that all things considered she had decided to go along with the idea."

It was a nervous half an hour for us waiting for the trio and their idea and speculating on what was happening with our friends.

To make conversation I said to Lizbeth, "Look, Barbara is a good looking chick I think Art is sleeping with her."

"But; what about Betsy?"

"Oh, I think he is sleeping with her, too."

"When? Before or after he sleeps with Barbara." I would say she was annoyed.

"How should I know?" I was becoming angry myself.

"I think is kind of weird" my wife getting upset, "I can't imagine the three of them living together; what does Art think he is some Arabian prince?"

To her surprise I laughed, "Oh come on, there is nothing unusual about threesomes. Even the TV is full of them these days."

"Yes, but that's the movies. This is real life we are talking about and our friends."

"Your point, honey" I didn't want to discuss something most men dream most of the time.

"Doesn't it bother you? Aren't you offended? I've heard you talking about marriage sacredness.

"True," I said acting a bit the surprised fellow. "In any case is their life, not ours."

The doorbell rang and we jumped to answer it. The three stood at the door, Art, Betsy and Barbara were beaming like elves.

"Well" I said while Lizbeth kept silent, "Come in, come in. We are anxious to know what's happening with you three."

Our three guests entered and all five of us sat down, the Burg and Barbara sat on the living room couch with Art between the two women. They seemed excited and happy, the three of them.

"Listen friends," Art began, "I'm sorry we have been so strangers in the last few days," he smiled and both women giggled. "You see, Barbara has been living with us for the last days." There were more giggles.

"Living with you?" What do you mean by that exactly?" My wife's tone of voice was suspicious.

"Well" Art said, "You know what the meaning of living together is, don't you? In this case that's exactly what it means."

I sat very erect and asked, "Do you mean that the three of you are sleeping together?"

Barbara and Betsy giggled again and Lizbeth frowned in disapproval, I however felt a rush of envy through my body. Barbara is tall and full breasted, with dark, shoulder length hair. Her waist is narrow and her legs long. He has the kind of face that people normally associates with cameo miniatures, with extraordinarily cool blue eyes.

Betsy, on the other hand, is built more like an Italian peasant woman of the Sophia Loren variety. Her tits are tremendous and her ass is round and firm. She has muscular thighs and calves. Her face is broad and open with huge, limpid eyes. Her hair is a reddish brown that she uses in a ponytail. Art seemed not match for either, not very tall, rather on the chunky side with a not particularly handsome face.

What in god's name had attracted these two women to him is a mystery. Perhaps it is his bushy mat of red hair or his personality. He is intense, with a great sense of humor. He generates a kind of magnetism with his insightful of things.

"Well" I repeated impatiently, "are you sleeping together?"

"Yes" it was Betsy who answered with an enormous grin.

"That's right" Barbara said.

"Indeed we are" Art said, "And loving every moment of it."

Lizbeth looked at them in shock, I in wonderment.

"You want this?" she asked her friend.

"It wasn't my idea, but it's fantastic." Betsy answered with a grin.

"What about you, Barbara, I would have thought that you wanted Art all for yourself. "I asked trying not to show envy in my voice.

"I did...at first. But this is so much better; after all Betsy is one of my best friends. That was one of my problems; hurting her was very heavy for my conscience. This way she doesn't get hurt and what is best we have the company of each other when Art isn't at home."

My wife was writhing in her seat, "I still don't understand." She said, "Does Art sleep with both of you at once or first one and then the other?"

Both girls giggled together and Art put an arm possessively around each; they cuddled close to him.

"Amazing" was my only vocal reaction.

"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it." I looked at my wife her voice wasn't her usual.

"To answer your question..." and Art smiled lasciviously, a woman on each side of him, "It depends. Sometimes is Barbara first. Sometimes Betsy"

"But what happens to the girl second in line? Does she wait until the next night?" Oh la, la my wife interest in the logistic of their fucking was amazing in itself.

Art laughed, "No, not at all. You see, the whole setup is almost unbearable exciting. The only problem is that none of us is getting ant sleep. And I barely drag myself the next day.

"Sounds fantastic," the words had barely left my mouth when I received a dirty look from my wife.

"It is," Art was beaming." I have a hard-on almost permanently. I've never fucked so much in my life and I always seem to want more and more."