Confessions of a Re-Formed Pervert Pt. 01

After I had my water, Simon poured us both glasses of sherry and bade me to sit on the couch. We hugged and kissed for about 15 minutes, relaxing to watch Leah and Jake go at it in earnest. Jake was masterful. Just when I thought he was pounding her a bit too roughly, he slowed down and asked just that question. She replied with gusto that she could take whatever he dished out, the rougher the better. Jake had a great body and knew how to use it. The ferocity with if which they fucked made me want to rename the position:

coyote style.

A jealous flash was soon replace my own lust as Simon soul-kissed me. Now he removed my bra, and started sucking my real nipples. Damn, they were sensitive! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I caressed his giant organ, enjoying the feel, and massaging his testicles gently.

I broke off the kiss, saying, "I'm going to get some KY from the bathroom. I'm ready for the main event." He nodded. Apparently, Leah shared another one of our secrets with Simon as he knew just where to go to get the anal beads and use them on me with lube. He was taking it oh-so-slowly with me and I was loving it. When I was moaning out of my head, he replaced them with himself, but slowly, gently, and with the utmost finesse. I was filled mentally and physically in laces I had never been filled before. Going back to my pre-puberty days, I had always dreamt of really being made love to, not just fucked by a man. His warmth felt better than my wettest fantasies. He reached forward and jerked me off as he gently but firmly timed our strokes in rhythm. We came at the same time -- but while my load came all at once, his took almost an entire minute and felt more like balm then cum. It was the greatest vacation of my life. Leah agreed and was as sorry to see Jake leave as I was Simon when we dropped them back at the general store the next morning.

I had it all. The best wife ever, a great family, a great practice, more sexually and sensually fulfilled than ever in my life. You'd have thought that after this, I'd have no further need to push the envelope. Little could I have known that the next year, 1986, my obsession with exotic lingerie would tear it all asunder.