I awoke in the morning as the light streamed in through the window. As I opened my eyes, Caren was watching me.

"Good morning, darlin'. I like watching you awaken. You were sleeping so deeply but then you made a little smile and rolled over. What a nice way to wake up."

I mumbled something as a response but without that first cup of coffee, I don't think anyone could understand me, let alone Caren.

"I just had the best dream before waking. I was dreaming that you were going down on me and as I came, I awoke. How good is that. That's another first for me. Thanks to you." I knew she was telling me the truth because the room reeked of her sex. "Can you smell me? I stink!" What a woman!

She laughed as she slipped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard her flush and then run the shower. I didn't feel like moving, just listening to her. I'll never know why but I knew at that precise moment that the long odyssey of loneliness since my divorce was over. A wellness came over me; I felt whole again. I knew that I had found my ideal mate and I wanted to be with her always. Yes, I decided, this was love.

She came back into the bedroom as she towelled off. "Someone looks like the cat that ate the canary."

I smiled at her. "Yes, missy. I was just lying here thinking about how much I have loved these days with you. I realized just how much I like being with you, how much I want to learn about you and mostly, just how much I think I am in love with you."

She stopped cold as she was draping the towel around her hair. "Did you just say what I think I heard you say? Did you just say that you are in love with me?"

"Yes, you heard right. I hope I didn't upset you but I'm just expressing the way I feel."

Her eyes welled up and I saw tears forming. She got onto the bed and looked me in the eye. "Please say it again so I know I wasn't hallucinating."

"I love you, Caren. Since the moment you stepped into my life, you've made it infinitely better. I love you. I do."

"I must be tripping." She pinched herself. "One more time, please?"

"Hmmm...I'm crazy about you. I think I'm in love with you. I want us to be together..."

She began to cry as she learned down and smothered me in kisses. Her tears dripped onto my cheeks as her tears mixed with little laughs of glee. She was choked up and both of us were emotional.

"Before, when I watched you sleep, I thought to myself, "I love this man." I want to be with you always, Ray. You complete me." She sat up. "I'm cancelling the plane back. I'm going to quit my job. I'm going to..."

"Hold it, hold it. Slow down. You're not cancelling your reservation. You're going to go back and go to your job. I'm going back in a couple of days and I'm going to prepare my house for you. I'm going to fly to Chicago in about a week and we will decide what the reality of the situation is together. And then we'll take it from there."

"Whatever you say as long as you come get me. I can quit tomorrow, I don't care, there's always another legal secretary around. Now, I don't think that I even have a life if it isn't with you...you, my partner." Again, she smothered me in kisses, laughing in joy.

"Now, come on, my love, you have a plane to catch."

"Come with me to the other house as I dress. I want us to talk more about this."

She collected all her things and wrapped in the towel, and with a cup of joe in my hand, we went next door. It took her no time at all to pack as she never really unpacked. We spoke of the intricasies involved in changing our lives and decided that there was nothing we couldn't quickly overcome. We were determined to make this happen and as quickly as possible. In fact, when she went to the airline web site to check the status of the flight, I made my reservation to fly from Islip to Midway a week later.

After much hugging and kissing, she pulled her rental car out of the driveway and headed for the airport. I stood and watched until I could no longer see the tail lights. Suddenly, I felt her absence and I felt at a loss which only steeled my resolve to be with her and make her a permanent part of my life.

I seemed to sleepwalk for the next two days. Dutifully, I visited my mother and even told her of my luck. She gave me a smile and I think she understood (or perhaps that is just me projecting).Still, it made me feel good to think that she knew what I was saying.

Candace called me the day after Caren flew home. "Ray, I was wondering what you were doing right now. I figured that with Caren gone, I might make a good stand-in. I can set up a threesome with Galena for tomorrow or if you like, I can come over now, fuck you silly and you can make me squirt."

"Thanks for the offer, Candace. It sounds tempting but I'm sorry, we won't be able to hook up. I'm pretty busy for the next few days."

"Aw. Too busy for pussy? You mean that I won't be able to squirt on your face again?"

"Maybe on my next trip, Candace."

"Did my friend break your cock? Did she? Tell me the truth!"

"You might be right. I think maybe she did. She broke it off and took it back to Chicago. It's her dick now."

I don't think Candace liked the way I answered. She got all kinds of huffy with me between pleading for one more fuck. Finally, I was able to get her off the phone. I thought to myself that Candace had Galena, a strap-on and lots of batteries. If she wanted, she could probably go fuck herself. I felt nothing for her and I was glad. She was annoying.

As I flew back to Long Island, I realized that Caren had not left my thoughts since the moment she drove away.

Over the next week, we spoke on the phone constantly. One night, we skyped and watch each other masturbate. My computer must have downloaded smell-o-vision because I could swear I could detect her scent wafting from the monitor.

I told some of my friends about my good luck and they were most pleased for me. I thought it significant when one told me that it would good to see the old Ray again and not the mopey, sullen character I'd become. I thought that I agreed; I would like to see the old Ray, too, although I knew I was 'back' because I felt that joie de vivre again after so long in stasis.

When I landed at Midway, she was waiting at the gate, her manatee necklace dangling in her cleavage. We threw our arms around each other and hugged each other. "I am so glad you are here, my darling. This week has been torture." She squeezed me.

"I can't disagree. I've been waiting to hold you since the moment you drove off."

"Come on, hurry. I can't wait to make love to you."

I like Chicago. Except for a bad week I had there during the summer of '68 and the Democratic National Convention, it's always been a fun place. Great blues. Great steaks. Not that I saw any of the city, I did not. We spent the weekend in her apartment.

"I resigned my job yesterday, Ray. It was no big deal but I can now receive all the vested benefits. I've wanted to quit for a long time so I just did it. I was wasting away there. There are other things I want to do...with you."

"And I fixed up my house for you. I think you will really love it."

"We could be in a shotgun shack for all I care just as long as I am with you...and wrapped around this beautiful cock." She took me into her mouth and lovingly brought me to hardness for the umpteenth time. This time, her blowjob was tender and delicate. She seemed to be worshipping my cock and loving it. When I came, she sipped my cum as if through a straw. I was in awe of her skills, so incredibly heightened since our vacation just a couple of weeks earlier.

I found that when I went down on her, it was more tender and loving as well. As I kissed and licked her, feelings of care and devotion washed over me. Eating her was like a fine art, a gourmet meal; she was my ultimate pleasure. Our sex during that weekend was positively inspirational and divine.

On Monday, we flew back to Long Island. She'd already started to make arrangements to move her belongings. Everything was in motion for our cohabitation and that pleased us both tremendously.

She loved my house and took to it immediately. While not a very big house, it had been in my possession for nearly thirty years since I bought it from my uncle. It has always suited me fine. On a small but valuable piece of property, the deck faced the ocean and the view was what Hampton homes are all about. She immediately took to the house and enjoyed feminizing the man-cave interior almost as much as the two of us did warming up in the hot tub. The only problem we had was the rising cost of living there. The Hamptons are an incredibly expensive place in which to live and, with the arrival of the hedge fund motherfuckers, every cost had risen to bizarre levels. My house simply became very expensive to maintain.

Our friends were all happy for us and to see the change in me. Between the parties I took her to and the shows at Stephen Talkhouse, she felt very welcome. We hosted some of her friends during a few short visits and they were over-the-top thrilled for the two of us. Her friends were somewhat more reserved and proper than my crazy East End crowd but her friends were business people and office workers and my friends were all artists and musicians so it stands to reason. Watching the two mix was very instructive as well as fascinating. I soon got the feeling that Caren liked my crowd more. I should also tell you that during this time, we were monogamous...that is except for once which I will tell you about after I bring you up to speed.

Life had turned around for us and we luxuriated in our relationship. We were both "on the same side" and it felt wonderful. We had a few little disagreements that we quickly worked out. We never had what one might call an argument or a spat. No, we were of one mind and it was very comforting.

I relate this story to you because to us, we are a miracle to be shared. The events I have related took place nearly ten years ago and we are still together, still very much in love and sharing a paradisical existence. Yup, even to an old codger like me, love conquers all.

We've spent the last ten years enjoying every adventure. We've constantly changed and altered ourselves, I'd say 'mutually morphed' in order to allow ourselves to grow. For one thing, our residence in East Hampton only lasted one year before we moved on.

What happened was that my mother passed. When we went down to St. Pete to make funeral arrangements, we both had a revelation and that was that we liked it down on the Gulf Coast more than on the ritzy Long Island shore. Besides the financial aspects, there was the superfine weather, the spectacular Gulf...why wouldn't we want to move? There was no reason not to. And as luck would have it, we seemed to bring each other luck. When we returned to East Hampton, we set things in motion to move away.

My friend Alvin told me that he was considering selling off some of his properties. I quickly made an offer on the Longboat Key house (which he said was the best of his lots) and we agreed on the sale for a little over one million dollars. Caren was thrilled. I put my little paradise up for sale and because it was a rare piece of East Hampton oceanfront that I knew held high value, I was able to get close to eight million dollars for it leaving a healthy piece of change in my pocket. In fact, I sold the house to a young and rising movie starlet and her rock star husband.

For two weeks before our move, we were feted and hailed by our friends with fancy dinners at pricey restaurants. One of the best parties took place at The Talkhouse with all my favorite bands and musicians in attendance. That was a glorious night that lasted deep into the wee hours.

The best party, however, took place at another beachfront property, this one on the Montauk cliffs where Doug and Lora lived. Just up the road from Bruce Weber, Dick Cavett, Julian Schnabel and Paul Simon, it commands what might be the most impressive vista available on Long Island. From the wide front lawn to the cliff, there is a complete two hunded and forty degree expansive view of the ocean.

Doug and Lora had been long-time friends and lovers; my favorite playmates. I told Caren all about them and she was excited to meet them. The party they threw was an afternoon affair with several live bands and lots of our mutual friends. The food was catered by Bobby Flay's company and everything was terrific. As the party began to end and guests began to drift away, Caren came to me as I stood near the edge of the cliff.

"I just had a conversation with Lora and she wants us to stay after everyone is gone. She asked me if she and Doug can play with you one last time. I told her that we would love to play with them but not to consider it "the last time" as we will have them down to Longboat as our guests in the very near future."

"That was nice of you. But, to be honest with you, I'm really not all that interested in sex with them anymore. You are more than enough for me."

"And I feel the same...but I feel their warmth for you and I think this could be fun. It's been a long time since we've partied and, to be honest, I'm turned on by them. You know, I've never been a foursome...this is another fantasy I'd like to satisfy. What do you say, stud?"

Smiling, I said, "Okay. You've twisted my arm." Just then Lora called to us back to the house.

They were waiting for us on the deck. Doug asked us to follow him as he had something to show me. He ushered us into the studio alongside the house. There, he pulled a cloth off a large canvas. It was a beautiful painting and one of the nicest I'd ever seen him create. It was an abstract of the oceanview from the cliff but it had a sense of wildness mixed with a warm sense of bliss. It was incredible. Caren and I stood in front of it and were astounded by it.

"It's incredible, Doug...just incredible."

"It's called "Maximum Satisfaction" and it is dedicated to you, Ray. I painted it after the last time we were together. It is a gift to you if you want it. Consider it a housewarming present."

"I don't know what to say, Doug. I am so touched. Of course, I accept it. Having your painting hang in our new house is a great honor. I don't know what to say except that I love it. And I love you. Both of you. All three of you."

"I love it too, Doug. It speaks volumes to me. We can't thank you enough."

"That's not true, Caren. I know one way to thank us." She pulled the four of us together in a group hug. "Let us make love to you tonight."

Caren leaned into Lora and kissed her. Lora returned the kiss and more. They broke apart just as Doug leaned into me and kissed me. I accepted his kiss. Our mustaches met and tickled each other.

"Wow. That was pretty cool." I could see Caren's pleasure rising by the flush in her cheeks as she watched us kiss.

"Let's go where it's more comfortable, shall we?" Lora took Caren's hand and led us out of the concrete floored studio into the house. "There now, isn't this better? Where were we?" She placed her arms around Caren and they kissed again. Doug walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. I could see Caren watching us, her eyes following every move. Doug had my shirt open and was stroking my chest and lightly pinching my nipples. I began to pull his shirt up and over his head as we stood there swapping spit.

"Aren't they beautiful?" asked Lora.

"I've never watched anything like this before. I've always wanted to see two men make love. It is very erotic." Caren was visibly awed.

"Then let's sit and watch, shall we?" They sat down on the expansive sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean. I could feel Caren's eyes on me as my shirt dropped to the floor. Doug's lips had moved down to my nipple and his hands held my ass. It felt very good. My hands traveled down his chest to the package straining against his clothes. It felt very good. My hands circled his cock and I could feel the outline of the head against the fly. I slowly unzipped him and reached in. I knew he would be going commando and his hard piece flipped out into my palm. Everything felt so very, very good. As we stood sideways to the women, I knew that Caren could see the action well. I heard her gasp when Doug's cock popped out.

Doug's cock was always something at which to gasp. His cut cock measured a good ten inches when hard and was as fat as a beer can. I loosened his shorts and let them drop so Caren could view his immense ballsac which hung several inches, each testicle defined by the stretched skin. She gasped again.

Doug unzipped me and my drawers dropped. He wrapped his big hands around my shaft. His long fingers stroked and pulled at my more modest seven inches. Our dicks were poking each other's bellies. Doug held both dicks and lightly squeezed them together while he ever so slowly sank to his knees. My fingers ran through his hair on the way down. When he reached the point where my penis was inches from his face, he leaned forward and buried his face into my crotch, smelling my musky balls. His long tongue wrapped around my sac. tickling me. My dick responded by bouncing off his nose.

"Shit!" Caren was getting hot. "This is sooo sensual."

"Here, let me help you." Lora pulled Caren's shirt up and helped her out of it. She got on her knees and helped Caren slip out of her jeans. Caren now sat back and slowly exhaled as Lora looked up at the large wet spot on Caren's red thong. She slowly inhaled the aroma. She stood and disrobed before curling up next to Lora. She, too, wore a damp red thong.

Doug was now slurping my cock, His hands played with my ass and my nuts. My knees went wobbly. "I have missed this, Ray." He got up.

"Wait a second...hold that thought...I want to rearrange the furniture!"

Right away, I understood what he was doing as he pulled a long plush lounge in front of the big couch and pointed for me to lie down. He wanted the women to see everything and so he created a little stage for them. I looked at Caren as she and Lora sat cuddled, Lora's hand gently stroking her breast. "You good with this, my love?" I asked.

"Am I ever!" She spread her legs at me and I could see that her thong was more a sponge than a garment. "I'm going to cum just from watching."

I lay back and waited for Doug to position himself at my head. I looked up to see his monster cock swing. I reached up and held his nuts. My tongue flicked and wiped the precum oozing from his piss hole before going back to his nuts. For a few minutes I teabagged him, my tongue under his scrotum as he dragged it across my face before gliding my tongue back under his long, fat shaft toward his glans. I traced the vein with the tip until I reached the large head. I licked around the head and especially into Cyclop's Eye before putting it between my lips. It filled my moutch and stretched my cheeks. I looked over at the women. Caren's eyes met mine. I could see how turned on she'd become as her body was flushed. It must have helped that Lora had one hand in Caren's thong. Caren's hand was in Lora's thong. All fingers were moving.

I placed both hands on his thing and slowly began to pull the head deeper...then back off...then down again...and back until I had a few inches. My hands slowly twisted around the shaft, or more like trunk. I'd done this before with Doug. I knew what I could and could not do and I knew that I could not take it any deeper as my mouth was stretched and his banging against my tonsils was gagging me. He knew, too, as he slowly backed off, placed his knees on the lounge and positioned his mouth over my cock. He knew I could tend to him and accomodate him better this way. Lora's small Asian body was now sitting in Caren's lap, her face buried in Caren's breasts. Caren smiled at me.

Doug and I were sucking each other. In this position, I was able to suck and slide his glans in and anout as well as pull and pump the shaft. One hand held his nuts as the index finger rubbed his pucker. His cock was so hard in my hand, the head so taut. I knew Doug couldn't last much longer. I closed my eyes while I picked up the pumping tempo and my mouth sucked and squeezed on it; my tongue slurped around the throbbing skin. He was fucking my face now, or as much as he could get me to take. Lora moaned and I looked over. I was surprised to see that they had moved closer. Her eyes were saucer-wide as she took it in. "So cool, baby, so cool...let me see you take his cum, baby..." At that precise moment, he began tremble. I opened my mouth wide and the first shot caught the back of my throat. I opened wide so Caren could see the ropes of his ejaculate blast onto my tongue, my palate, around my lips and dripping out. I looked at Caren. "Kiss me." Doug moved off me as Caren and I shared his load, swapping it back and forth until our mouths were clean. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I came just before Doug did."

Doug slapped my leg and asked me to get up. He took my place on the lounge getting on all fours and sticking his ass in the air. "Your turn."

"This is my favorite, Caren," said Lora. "I love to see my husband's ass plowed." She moved forward to watch and to rub her outstretched hand on Doug's sticky cock. Caren scooted behind her and pulled down her thong. She began to kiss and lick Lora's ass.

I spit the last traces of Doug's cum into my hand and smeared it around his rectum. I stuck one, then two fingers into it to stretch it out. This was a foolish thing to do. I mean, this is my friend Doug who has an asshole that is hardly virginal and was probably as wide as the Holland Tunnel. I haunched over his ass and slipped it in with one thrust, as deep as I could go. Slowly, I withdrew and drove it in again. In no time, we had rhythm going. As I did this, the women moaned and murmured.

Lora was now pushed back onto Caren's face. Although I couldn't see her, her slurping sounds made me understand the grin on Lora's face. She leaned back so I could see Caren's face between her legs, her tongue spinning over Lora's large swollen clit. I could see bliss written across their faces.

I was having a great time, too, plowing Doug's ass. Each time I thrust in, I felt his sphincter grip me as I pulled out. He was fucking me with his asshole and not the other way around. His ass was like a vacuum; a suction pump cleaning my pipes. "I'm going to fill your ass, Doug...here it comes!" I sprayed his bowels, shooting way up up his snug chute. I pumped him about five times as we squeezed me and drained my snake. I went limp very quickly as I slipped out.

"Are you holding it for me, sweetheart, " said Lora. I moved away as she took my place. Immediately, she began to tonguelash his ass. He groaned and expelled my cum into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed before swabbing him clean. "Ummmm." She smiled, some cum dripping from her lip. "Excuse me while I clean up." She hopped off and raced into the bathroom.

Caren lay there on the couch, her thong soaking wet. "Another fantasy satisfied. Thank you, honey." She had a dreamy look on her face.

Lora returned. "Now, it's your turn, Caren. Let us show you how much we love you. Come here." She pulled Doug off the chaise and had Caren lie on her back. "Now boys, you start on top while I..." She planted a kiss on Caren's mons. Doug and I got on each side of Caren and began to rub her, kiss her and nuzzle her breasts. Caren hiccuped as her nipples popped up begging for attention. Doug and I suckled her nipples as she threw her chest back.

Lora pushed Caren's legs apart and with both hands caressed and opened her vulva. She pushed the hood back and place her clit between her lips. Caren moaned and hiccupped again, a sure sign that an orgasm was blossoming. Her hands were on my head and Doug's head as we worshiped her breasts. Her belly buckled a couple of times as Lora bore down on her. Lora pushed Caren's legs up and we quickly understood as we hooked our arms around the inside of her knees. We lifted her slightly so Lora could have more access. With one hand squeezing her tit into my mouth and with her legs in a flying-v, Caren was enjoying all sorts of pleasures. I can't express just how good that made me feel.

Lora was running circles around Caren's clit. She had formed her hands together like a pistol and was fucking her with her index-fingered barrel, her pinkies tickling Caren's anus. Caren began to give out her orgasmic grunts and groans as she bucked against Lora's oral and manipulative handiwork. Caren's nipple was so hard I swear I thought her breast would burst. Suddenly, her body went rigid for a moment before she began to bounce in her throes of ecstacy. He let out a long wail as she came. Her body repeated the process and it appeared that she came again. No, actually she was working her way up the ladder as evidenced by the third and most explosive orgasm. She gripped us tightly as we gripped her. She pushed her vagina up into Lora's face and inhaled deeply. She held it for a moment as her face turned bright red. She yelled, "Yessssss..... As she exhaled, she slowly sank onto lounge. We gently lowered her legs before lying down around her and tenderly caressing her. We lay together like that for a while until she stirred.

"My friends, that was unreal. Another threshold was just crossed. I've never been multiorgasmic before but you guys... I felt so much emotion from all of you. You guys just rocked my world."

"It was such a great pleasure to feel you cum. It is I who feel honored." It was obvious that Lora meant those words.

"I'm glad we could give you something to remember us by before you leave us. Tonight, our sex has felt incredible. We are truly sharing love." I knew Doug meant that, too.

"I must say, Ray, this girl is a keeper. You are lucky to have found each other. Besides that, you have the sweetest, most delicious vadge I have ever, ever, I mean ever, had the pleasure to eat, and I have eaten a few!" We laughed. "And now, how about we have another drink and some nosh. Just so we get a little strength for the next round."

"Oh, I like that idea." Caren licked her lips as she looked at our flaccid dicks. The women got up and headed for the kitchen leaving Doug and I sprawled out and immobile.

"You know, we've sucked and fucked each other before, Ray, but tonight it was something really special, wasn't it?"

"That it was, Doug, that it was." I patted his leg. "I was really into your cock. I think I had an out-of-body experience when you came."

"I can relate. I can't remember when we've all felt satisfied at the same time. How nice." I considered how much of a good-natured person my friend Doug was.

The women returned with an open bottle of red wine and a platter filled with shrimp prepared three different ways and with all applicable sauces - all left over from the party. We shared small talk and laughs. Lora asked Caren about our sex together as a couple.

"The best way to describe our sex life is by saying that we always (that's right, I said always) orgasm together."

"You're lying. That can't be true."

"No, it's true, Lora. I know it sounds incredible but it happens to be true."

"She's right, Lora. It's like we are in such sync that we take the connection for granted. We do a mind meld. We have transcendental sex...and we cum together nearly all the time. In those rare moments when we don't cum together, it's just a moment after." Lora still looked like she didn't believe us. "Honest. Why would we lie?"

Caren gave me her ear-to-ear grin. She nodded her head in agreement. Lora was amazed. "I'm speechless. Doug and I have enjoyed each other for more years than you could imagine, and in all those years, we came together maybe once or twice. Woudn't you say, dear?"

"Yeah, I guess. I never really thought about it before. I mean both of us always cum...at the same time, sequentially, who cares? We cum. Thank the Lord."

"Well, I am impressed that you two are so well matched."

The shrimp was gone and the bottle empty. Lora moved everything away and ordered us to follow her into the bedroom. The vista of the vast Atlantic was breathtaking. Stars twinkled in the dome-shaped skylight above us. Distant boats shone their beacons along the invisible horizon. Along the eastern end of the horizon, an immense cruise ship was heading toward New York City, its emblem lit along its starboard side and spotlights aglare. What a view.

Lora broke the silence. "Caren, darling, you are the guest of honor tonight. How would you like to arrange us for your pleasure?"

Caren turned and thought a moment. She looked at the king-sized bed. "Ok, Lora, you go to the headboard, sit back and spread your legs. I really enjoyed how soft you felt earlier when I was kissing you." Lora dutifully got into position. "Ok, now Ray, I want you to lay so that you're on your back but your cock is on Lora's pussy." I followed her instruction draping Lora's legs over mine. "Now, I going to get on top of Ray and sixty-nine the two of them. Doug, you get behind me and fuck me with that monster. I don't think you can get it into my ass so please, stick with fucking me, okay. Everybody have their assignments? Good. Let's do this."

She crawled atop me with her knees bent at my shoulders. Doug got behind her butt and slipped his cock beween us. As I licked his sac, I placed his cock at her opening and watched him slowly slide in. Caren said, "Oooph" as she felt the glans pop in. "Slowly, Doug. Slowly." she admonished. I coated her entrance and his cock with my saliva as he ventured further, When she had about eight inches inside, she began to slowly slide on it, rubbing her lips across me face and my nose. She let out a deep sigh. "I feel so full. Your cock is so thick." She lowered herself onto my face as Doug began to rock her. I felt her hands on my thighs as she leaned in and began to lick Lora's cunt alternating with sucking my cock down her throat. When my cock was hard enough, she slipped the tip into Lora's snatch. Lora squeezed in closer to take in more of me. We both felt Caren's tongue as all of us slowly rocked and moaned together.

Lora was the first to cum, pressing Caren's head into her crotch as my dick sloshed around inside. After she settled down, she moved around so that both she and Caren could service my dick. Caren, meanwhile, was taking Doug as deep as she could go it was almost in to the hilt on each downstroke, her vagina stretched to its limit. I was amazed at how it stretched around his shaft, I hardly thought it possible. When Lora began to do that butterfly thing on my balls, I was next to pop. The women pulled back as I painted their faces and necks in pearls. They began to kiss and lick the cum off each other as I wilted into a puddle below.

Doug started to pump as she pumped back. They were fucking in earnest now. I planted my tongue around her clit and sucked it in. She began to push back against him and grunt. Soon, her grunts turned into wails. I felt the wave hit her and, like a tsunami, it washed over her and drenched me. "Fuck...fuck...so big...oh, oh, oh...don't stop. Don't stop." She bounced up and down on my face and seemed nearly out-of-control until she peaked. Her body froze and I watched as her vagina tightened around his dick. She slowly placed her head in my lap. Absorbed in the pleasure, Doug did not stop pumping for nearly a minute until he pulled out and placed the tip at the entrance to her ass, She accepted the tip before he began to shoot into her. When his orgasm subsided, he withdrew as she placed her anus over my lips. It was my turn to drink cum from her ass and I did so willingly. I swabbed my tongue deep into her butt and drank Doug's seed from her. She had another small hiccup orgasm as I made love to her ass.

That night, as we drove back to our house, she told me that her pussy hurt from Doug's cock...still, she added that it was a 'good' hurt.

A few days after, Caren was still walking with a distinct wobble (and a 'good' hurt) as we watched the movers start their drive south. After giving the house a final once over and (for me) somewhat of an emotional goodbye, we got into the car for the long drive down to Longboat in our new BMW, purchased just for the trip. We've been on Longboat Key every day since (except for several exotic vacations around the world).

We often use the house to entertain friends during their vacations times. The house has been home to more orgasms that it ever had under the previous ownership. Caren and I make it a point to give our guests a Gulf Coast welcome. And, to answer your question, Caren and I are still very much in love and we are still inseparable. While that concept may be insufferable to some, for us, it is another way we celebrate the love and friendship we share. It is easy to share our space. Clearly, we are each other's best friend. (By the way, just so you know, I've never had a problem with my penis not getting erect or staying hard since our first fuck. No little blue pills, either. Don't need 'em. I guess it was all in my head and now my head is correctly screwed on. I knew I could get one more screw into this story!) And yes, while it is hard to believe, we still come together. But as my best friend has frequent multiple orgasms, I would have to admit that I spit my seed during at least one of them. We seem to...

NOTE FROM CAREN: I made him stop writing already and made him print out a copy for me to read. It's enough. I just completed reading it and I have to say that he got the gist of our story correct. Maybe there was too much information but that's just my opinion. My version of these events are considerably different. In some cases, they vary alot. Still, it doesn't matter because he got the ending right. What a guy.

Let me say that I love this man completely. I have since the moment he introduced himself to me on the beach. He turned me on like I'd never experienced before. It's true. I remember how I trembled after he left and how I ran back into my house to masturbate. But he never knew that until now. Do you see how my take on events adds to the tale?

I will say it again: I love this man. Completely and Totally. With every pore in my body. He opened my mind and continues to do so each day. He let me feel my own feelings and to luxuriate in them. We seem to share desires, emotions and respect. I like that we do so much together. I never ever feel stifled. We get along so well because we relish each others presence. I don't care what other people think, it works for us. Perhaps this happens when you remove the green-eyed monster called jealousy from a relationship. It's not a concept we understand. Ray and I do not cheat on each other and we seldom indulge in group pleasure (unless, of course, Doug and Lora visit.) We are more than enough for each other.

He never fails to make me cum. And cum. And (yes, with a hiccup), cum again. Our sex is dripping in joy, you might say. There isn't a position we haven't tried and even some we think we made up. I have no more fantasies to investigate, he has satisfied them all. Sometimes, Ray and I like to hone our skills. But always together, at each others side, supporting each other.

I could go on but Ray is nagging me to join him kayaking in the bay. Should we take two kayaks or the tandem? Hmmm....

That's all folks. I think I've shot my wad on this one. Thanks for reading it, voting (highly) on it, commenting upon it and favoriting it. Your feedback is more than welcome.