Wedded Bliss

Chapter 1

I have always had an inquisitive nature and I suppose that was my downfall. That and the fact that sex in all of its manifestations fascinates me. It wasn't just that I liked it (though I do, very much) I was always wondering 'What would that be like?' in all kinds of situations, many of which I did not want to experience but would very interested to watch. I confess to spending time reading the offers and exploits on the walls of the public loos, though I take a lot of it with a pinch of salt.

I suppose it was inevitable one evening when Jill was at work (she is a nurse in the kid's hospital), I noticed a guy at the urinals. He seemed to be interested in me. I glanced in his direction and he nodded. I hurriedly stared at the stream coming from my bladder, but after a few seconds couldn't resist a sideways glance. He had a real hard on. He was caressing it tenderly and I soon found myself concentrating on the proceedings. He moved over to stand next to me. I suddenly realised that I was also flagging up an interest in the time honoured way. I was stunned when he reached over and folded his hand around my erection. I must have reacted sharply. He muttered an apology, zipped up and left. My mind was reeling. I wasn't gay but I supposed it could be fun. I relived the moment that he touched me...and realised it was a very exciting sensation.

I left the conveniences and walked around the park. I ended up back near the loos. In front of me were a couple of those wooden seats. One was occupied. I was almost alongside before I realised it was him. Our eyes met. He smiled, but apologetically. I felt I should reassure him; I wasn't outraged or even offended. I returned the gesture. He really had no cause to worry. Looking back, it wasn't really surprising that he misinterpreted my motive. 'Hi' he said, 'Fancy some company?' I hesitated. Half of me wanted to run and half of me wanted to find out more. Well, the latter 'half' must have been more than a half because I sat down on the seat beside him.

'You often come here?' What a corny line!

'No' I replied. 'Well, I often walk through the park but I don't often...' I stopped and thought 'Hell, where is this conversation going?'

'You're new to this aren't you?' he asked, quietly, almost sympathetically. 'I've not been doing it for long, either. I just like meeting other guys sometimes.'

That was it, really. I longed to bombard him with questions and explore his desires and practices. We began a tennis conversation; where each gives one small piece of information, then the other.

Our situations were very similar: both young professionals and both with too much time on our hands. He was married, I had a permanent girl friend.

Somehow, we ended up in a pub and had a few drinks. It seemed easier to talk then. I admitted my interest but also my utter virginity in the realms of anything gay. He told me he was trying it out but had very few encounters to date. So far they didn't seem to be too appetising and I rather think he had showed his inexperience by his clumsy forwardness at the urinals. However, we agreed that this side of life should be explored without prejudice. Neither of us actually discussed what we would like to do together, but we exchanged telephone numbers and said we should meet again and 'maybe try something out together.'

It was about a week later that he phoned. Jill was at work. It took me a while to realise who it was. Finally he said 'Come on Pete, we met on that park bench' and the penny dropped. He wondered if I would like to spend an hour with him. He had the keys to a sports pavilion where he was a member and he could show me around.

The drive there was really embarrassing. Neither of us knew what to say or what to expect, but we both already thought enough about each other to make us believe that it would be an encounter to remember.

We arrived at a small, rather run down tennis court with a little wooden chalet. He locked the door behind us and we were in a kind of parlour with soft seats and a settee. 'Won't anyone come?' I asked a bit anxiously.

'No, I often come down here in the evenings and do a bit of work. No-one ever comes out here. Most of the members are pretty elderly anyway.'

There was another awkward silence. 'I don't know what to do', I said self-consciously.

'Well I'm not an expert. Let's see what happens.' He put his arms around my waist and began stroking my back. I closed my eyes. His hands traced out the lines of my buns and I shivered with pleasure. I felt I should be doing something to respond, but I didn't know what, so I let him proceed. I was getting more and more excited. Greedy lust was taking hold of me.

He began to move round to my hips, then thighs. I felt almost faint with pleasure. Then he tenderly grasped my erection. That was it. I blew! 'I'm sorry', I gasped, even as I was pumping spunk into my briefs, 'I couldn't wait.'

He laughed. 'That's OK. We have to learn as we go, don't we? I'm sure we'll have plenty of opportunities in the future.'

My immediate reaction was to get away as soon as I could. We said absolutely nothing on the journey back to town apart from a quick 'Bye then' at my car. It was only during the next couple of days that I began to relive the experience, take it into new dimensions and begin to want to see him again.

Once again it was he who broke the silence. 'Hi Pete, Mike here. Fancy a bit of a drive? It's a lovely evening and I thought of a walk round Brandscome Woods. You up for it?' I was, of course.

It's a large area of woodland, with hundreds of little paths, dells and secluded nooks. It's known as a lovers' paradise, which says it all.

Mike pulled a blanket out of his daybag and lay it on the ground in the shelter of some ferns. This was a perfect spot. We sat down and looked around self consciously. After a while I lay back in the sun and relaxed. But not for long! He took that as a signal that I was available. He propped himself up on one elbow and began stroking my stomach. He teased and then undid the buttons on my shirt. He traced the hair around my navel and fiddle with my belt buckle. In a show of surprising courtesy, he asked, 'May I?'

Generously I told him that he was welcome. And I truly meant it. I was just longing to feel his hands on my cock again, but this time without the nuisance of clothing in the way. I was pretty sure I wouldn't disgrace myself like the last time. I could hold out at least a little longer.

I was soon to find out. He was lowering my zip - this time without asking permission.

A minor pang of guilt burst on my consciousness; yet again he was doing all the work and I was getting all the pleasure. I started to unbutton his shirt as I felt his fingers pressing under the waistband of my briefs. Nearly swooning with pleasure, trembling like a nudist at Christmastime, I threw his shirt off his shoulders. This was the first time I had seen his torso. He was really nicely proportioned and quite hairy. I liked what I saw.

Meanwhile, his fingertips were buried in my hair, probing the base of my erection. I just lay back and surrendered. He slid his hand inside so that he could enfold my tower. I gasped. With his free hand he pushed down my clothing so that I was exposed. He fondled me, tentatively, his other hand now cupping and squeezing my balls. The thought was pounding through my brain that I had capitulated. This was the palace - the citadel. Here my commanding officer had his base. When this was in enemy hands the battle was lost. But these weren't enemy hands. I had gladly - urgently sold myself into slavery. I wouldn't stop my conqueror doing whatever he chose.

The conqueror put his lips to the tip of my penis. He kissed and licked. Great surges of emotion were washing through my body. This was the deepest plunge I had ever taken into the pool of physical ecstasy. And I was being drawn ever deeper. Now he had my bell between his lips. He massaged it with lips and tongue. His hands continued to hold and fondle my entire equipment. This activity would have a short life expectation!

The same thought obviously occurred to Mike as he released me and again propped up on one arm, put his face close to mine, his free hand running through the hair on my head. 'Is this OK?' He seemed anxious that he was pleasing me.

In reply I just groaned. 'Do whatever you like, it's bloody marvellous.' I managed at last.

'Let's get stripped'. I wondered if it was a safe enough place.

'Yeh, anyone coming disturbs the birds. You hear them fly up. They're like an early warning system.'

So we stripped. I felt strangely self conscious. Despite what Mike had been doing to me, totally nudity was still a bit of an embarrassment. He stretched himself on top of me and we enjoyed the intimacy of warm, naked flesh. He started kissing me; on the forehead first, then cheeks, then brushed my lips. Our mouths were firmly closed, but he kept on kissing. He paused enough to murmur 'Would you like me to fuck you?' and came straight back onto my lips before I could answer. When he did finally give me the opportunity to speak I told him, 'No, sorry, it was tried once and I couldn't take it. It hurt like hell.'

He paused, looked hard at me, but didn't ask the obvious question.

The answer, if he had wanted it went back to my life as a teenager in the village. I was about thirteen.

Chapter 2

There was a lout of a boy a few years older who took it as his responsibility to give the rest of us sex education and so it was rumoured, practical lessons. One Saturday, I saw him close to my home. 'Hi Pete, lad' he called out, 'You doing anything?' Well I wasn't and half an hour later we were in an almost derelict woodsman's hut.

He had coaxed, helped and bullied me into taking my trousers and undies off, then bent me over an old bench and was applying saliva to my anus with his fingers. I remember pleading with him not to take me. I was scared. But he had me in a half nelson. As he was much stronger and probably twice my weight, I had no choice but to accept what he decided to do to me. I felt his erection against my flesh, hot and bulbous. He pushed and for a while nothing happened. At last he found the place and thrust at me.

The pain that shot through my loins was more than I had ever suffered before. I screamed out and he stopped. But he didn't withdraw. After a while I quietened down, though still begging him to let me go. Instead, he drove his monster deeper into my tortured flesh. He grunted as I felt him pressing hard against my body, pinning me down onto the wooden bench when he had violated me as deeply as he could. The nightmare continued as he started copulating. I don't know how long it lasted. I writhed, sobbed and cried, but nothing would stop him until he had climaxed. I felt his movement stop suddenly. He soon withdrew, his member no longer as turgid and vengeful as before. He now spoke kindly to me, saying he had done me a great service but this was our secret. I remember wiping blood from between my legs with my handkerchief before I got dressed again. I never told anyone about the incident; I think I was too scared. In any case a few months later he got drunk, stole a motorbike and was killed when he crashed it into a wall.

'OK then', Mike continued affably, do you want to try it on me?'

'Well I don't know; we'd need a condom and some lube.' I wasn't keen and I though that argument would close the matter, but Mike leant over to his daybag and pulled out a packet of Durex and a tube of KY Gel.

He handed them to me.

'I don't know; I've never done it before.'

'So now's the time to try. I'm willing if you are. You want to do it some time, don't you?'

Mike could be very persuasive and I have to confess I have always been easily influenced. He undid the packet, took out a condom and unrolled it onto my erection.

He then plastered us both with lube. 'How do you want me?' he asked. How the Hell should I know? I'd never done it before. He knelt in front of me. 'Come and get it. Last one in's a pansy.'

I hesitated, memories of the violation I had suffered surging back into my consciousness. Once more, Mike took control. 'Kneel down behind me man, what's wrong with you?' I obeyed, an automaton. I returned abruptly from the thoughts that bridged half my lifetime as I felt him reach between his legs to grasp my now flagging penis. The effect of his probing fingers quickly rekindled the flame, but he didn't release me. Instead, he pulled me forward until the floppy bit at the end of the Durex was tickling his hole. Once in position, he leaned back slightly. 'That's it! Push!' He gripped his buttocks to expose his opening as fully as possible and with surprisingly little fuss, I was inside him. I hesitated, expecting him to scream in pain, but he seemed content with our progress. 'Yeh, yeh, that's good. Come on in deeper...all the way.' He coaxed me to full penetration.

At last my mind cleared and the sheer exhilaration of the act burst over me. I pulled back and thrust to full length a few times, then realised in panic that I couldn't sustain this much longer. I came. I came powerfully and copiously.

'I'm sorry, I couldn't wait.' I started to make excuses.

'No worry, man. That was great for first time. I never knew it could feel so good.'

'First time for you as well then?'

'Sure, but not the last. Brother, we can make music together.'

We called in at the local on the way home. Mike became pensive. 'Pete, can I ask you something?'

After what we had been sharing what could cause him to hesitate?

'You're a photographer, right?'

'I was. As I said I gave it up to train in accountancy.'

'Yeh, but you've still got some pretty good equipment and a lot of special skills.'

'A decent digital camera and computer is all you need these days. But sure, I've got those.'

'Would you - would you be willing to come and take some pictures of Sally and me?'

'Course I would - no probs.'

'Er Pete, um - intimate pictures?' To my surprise I noticed he began to colour up. The penny dropped. He wanted a pictorial record of his sex life with his wife.

'I couldn't do that' I blurted out. 'What sort of voyeur do you take me for?' He hushed me. I didn't realise how much I had raised my voice.

'It's alright, Pete. Sally is up for it and has encouraged me to ask you.'

Disbelief overwhelmed me. This jerk hasn't told his wife that he's got a friend who would take dirty pictures of them in bed, has he? I stared at him. He had dug a hole and was now going to leap into it.

Quietly, conversationally he began the speech that delivered the biggest shock of my entire life. 'Sally and I have no secrets. We tell each other everything that we do. We're dedicated to have as much pleasure and the widest experiences possible. We want to get the most out of life and we just love doing sex.'

My voice trembled as I asked: 'Sally - your wife - knows all about me and what we have done together?'

'Yes. She also knows that I was planning to have full sex with you one way or the other this evening. She's longing to meet you.'

I was utterly horrified. I stared numbly into space for a while then took my decision.

'Mike. The answer's no, no, no. I never want to see you again. Please get out of my life.'

I left the pub and walked the two and a half miles back to my car. Mike, wisely, did not follow me.

Some weeks passed. I was rushing through Tesco's with a shopping list when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 'Pete! How are you? This is my wife, Sally. She's been wanting to meet you.'

Chapter 3

Next to Mike stood this attractive, dark haired girl with sparkling eyes. She stuck her hand out and I meekly shook it. 'Pete - at last. I've been wanting to meet you. You've been such a friend to my husband; he's been quite lost these last few weeks without you. Please come round and see us soon. I do so want to get to know you.'

I couldn't speak. There were no words for such an eventuality. Pete broke the silence. 'It's true. I really am missing you and I'm sorry for everything I've done to offend you. Let's at least have a beer and a chat together soon.'

Those eyes smiled at me again. 'Yes, please come round soon.' She leant over and kissed me on the cheek.

I muttered something and fled.

I suppose it was six months before I saw or heard anything of Mike and Sally again. I tried to block the whole episode from my mind and concentrate on loving Jill. I would be the perfect, amorous partner. Perhaps we would even tie the knot and get married!

In hindsight, I can see that for me that just meant a lot more sex. Jill often came back from work exhausted and if a child had died she became depressed. I became more and more frustrated. We began to drift. She spent more and more time at hospital functions, training days and - well - she had less and less time for me. I began to think about Mike. If only he hadn't been so stupid! The chances of picking up another guy like him, with his lovely physique, good looks and spirit of adventure were remote. I didn't even try.

One evening Jill and I had a massive row. She went off to the nightshift leaving me with the parting shot that there were plenty of other fish in the sea and she could do a lot better than me. That was when I realised that if she hadn't got someone else already, she was probably looking. I went to the nearest pub to get drunk. That is something I have only done on two other occasions in my life; this fully justified being the third.

I had unenthusiastically dragged myself through four pints (I don't really like drinking to excess), when someone spoke to me. 'Pete, can I join you?' It was Sally. I was too depressed to answer and already being mellowed by the beer. She explained that she had been having a hen night with some friends in the restaurant and noticed me through the glass panels. She saw that I was alone and looking pretty miserable. When her party left the pub, she made an excuse to come back.

'You're not looking very happy, Pete. I know all about that; I've got an unhappy husband at home. He reckons he's blown a great friendship with a guy he really liked and had a lot in common with and he's missing you. He got quite attached to you, you know.'

'I'm missing him too. But you know. It was getting too hot to handle. Yes, I'm pretty miserable too.'

You know how it is when there's a sympathetic ear and you have already drunk more than you should. I told her that Jill and I weren't making it and I suspected she might have someone else.

'Listen Pete. It seems to me that you're in the kind of mess where you need some good friends. Why don't you come round to us - even if it's only to chat? Maybe you and Mike would cheer each other up.'

I was against the idea of going to their house. I still felt (through a bit of a haze) that what they were suggesting was not right. But in the end the beer won and I let her take me home. Mike was not in when we arrived and Sally suggested a nice hot bath may cheer me up. I was still in the tub when Mike arrived home. I heard them talking in the hallway. He came straight up to the bathroom and shouted 'Pete! Can I come in?' There was no lock on the door (though Sally had behaved herself!) and before I could reply he was standing there at the side of the bath. Ignoring the fact that I was soaking wet and naked, he flung his arms around me and said, My mate! Pete I'm so glad to see you. I really have missed you.' He held me tight and plastered kisses on my head and neck.

A little later, we sat together in their lounge drinking coffee (quite strong in my case.) For the ninety fourth time Mike apologised for being a stupid prat and could I ever forgive him? As far as my fuddled brain allowed me to apply logic, it seemed that he had already gone a long way towards getting what he wanted in the first place. After all, we were sitting together in the same room in their house.

Before long I also started saying sorry for the way I had behaved and hoped we could be friends again. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so hasty about judging some of their interests.

I don't know how it happened, but we started talking about photography. It got round to porn photography and how poor most of it is. Sally shared the desire to have a photographic record of their love together, but who could they trust with the job or the results?

I don't even remember what was said, but I found myself in their bedroom, digital camera (theirs) in my hand, watching them undress each other. Mike was a great lover and Sally certainly knew how to respond. I so much admired the ramrod erection that she could coax into being. I loved the sight of her red painted finger nails running over his shaft and rosy knob. But most, I exulted in the view as he took her. I got some marvellous penetration shots and then him full length on top of her, in various positions. When I saw his firm, round buns I felt giddy with excitement. He was lovely! But it was not until the next day, when my head was clearer and I ran through the pictures on the computer that I realised what a magnificent couple they were. I was glad to be back with this man. I wanted to be naked with him again and let him possess me.

When I took the prints round to their house a couple of days later, I was an innocent abroad. They were thrilled with my work, but they were very clearly intent on taking our relationship further. They suggested a foursome, with Jill. I knew exactly what the response there would be! Sally tried to seduce me, even stroking my erection (which she first engendered) through the material of my trousers. When I resisted (though I didn't want to), she offered to talk to Jill for me. Then she suggested we should try a threesome before including Jill. When I hesitated, Sally said she would call on her to 'gee things along a bit.' It felt like blackmail. To an extent it certainly was. When they begged me to have some fun with them there and then, I saw no way of escape. They had me, as they say, by the short and curlies.

Once again we were together in their bedroom. I was feeling like a trapped animal. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to be there. But I could see no way out. Mike tried to reassure me and said that this was a part of the natural way of enjoying life to the full. I shouldn't feel guilty. Pleasure was everything. Nothing was off limits. I should feel embarrassed about nothing.

Sally approached me, put her arm around my shoulder and caressed my head with her other hand. She pulled me against her. Her face was against mine. I was aware of her perfume. I could feel her breasts against my chest. She started stroking my shoulders and I realised that I was enjoying the experience. Mentally I pulled myself together. This was so wrong. It had to stop! I felt Mike's hands playing around my hips and gently touching my buttocks. I tried to muster some resistance, but my troops were already deserting. There was a traitor in the camp and he commanded a very strong following. His influence was growing as he reared his head between my legs. I felt a pang of panic. Sally would soon feel him if I couldn't control myself. But it was already too late. She wrapped her arms around my waist, one hand on my buttocks and then pulled us together. In the most sensuous way possible she gyrated her hips against my erection and giggled.

As she relaxed her grip I was aware of Mike's hands coming in from behind. In no time he had my belt unbuckled, my zip down and my jeans around my ankles. My boxer shorts followed. He stood up and pulled me back against him. With a start I realised that he was naked. I felt his erection slip between my legs. Still grasping me from behind, he unbuttoned and removed my shirt. Sally stripped in front of me.

Chapter 4

Things were moving too fast. I wanted to run, but I couldn't resist the old, deep curiosity to find out what would happen next. I found myself a sandwich filling between the two of them. Hands were moving all over my body. Sally's fingers closed round my treasure. Two tidal waves collided. The last struggle of the old regime hit the full force of a something deep down that was fast awakening. My mind was still reeling as I was gently coaxed onto the bed. I lay on my back. Sally continued her exploration. She started kissing my member and squeezing him with delight.

'You're so nice. You're just like Mike but thicker. And he's got a foreskin. You look so powerful standing erect like that.'

Mike joined in the game. Four eager hands pleasured my most personal and erogenous equipment and none of them was mine! I writhed with pure pleasure. When I next looked down at my loins I was wearing a condom. That had been cunningly contrived! Later, he joked that any children that were sired that afternoon were definitely going to be his!

Almost before I knew it, Sally was astride me. She took hold of my shaft and pointed it straight at her pleasure dome. I felt the warm wetness as my knob touched and passed her lips. Gently, but firmly, she rode me all the way to maximum penetration. It felt so good.

Buried deep in the back of my brain guilt was trying to make a last stand. In nearly four years I had been totally faithful to Jill....but again, was that the whole truth? What Mike and I had been doing didn't exactly proclaim unqualified commitment...

Sally lay on top of me and started kissing me softly. At the same moment I was aware of Mike's activity. He gently parted my legs and stood between them. Sally tensed and pushed down harder onto me. I felt a new sensation, a determined pressure at the base of my cock. It moved steadily along the full length. Mike was taking his wife by the alternative route. I don't know if that was a first; I suspect it wasn't. She seemed to be very secure with it.

The effect on me was mind blowing. The most sensitive part of his body was ravaging the corresponding spot on mine, with nothing but a thin membrane of flesh between us. In my excitement I clutched Sally. I so much wanted to complement Mike's movements, but with the weight of two people on top of me I had little room to manoeuvre. Somehow I did manage a limited response. I tried to synchronise with Mike with some success, but before long I knew I was losing control. I gasped as my dam burst and filled the condom inside Sally. But Mike wasn't ready yet. He rammed his cock home hard, again and again. I wasn't going anywhere; I had to submit to him ravaging my shrinking and overwrought penis until I heard and felt his own triumph.

After a minute or two he released us. By then I had already shrunk out of Sally and my sticky cum was trickling out of the condom round my balls.

As soon as I could I grabbed my clothes and retreated to the bathroom while they cooed and sniggered.

I was still very embarrassed, but couldn't deny that it had been 'something else'. Pressed to book another date, I simply said, 'I don't know - we'll see.'

As I drove home I resolved that whatever happened, this relationship had to finish. If by some disaster they were unkind enough to put Jill into the picture - and I didn't think they would; they weren't like that - I would simply deny everything. It was over. I would totally ignore them if ever I saw them again.

The problem was, that within a couple of days I found myself reminiscing over the whole episode. I caught myself with a smirk of pleasure as I remembered Sally descending onto my hungry cock.

One evening I had a long soak in the bathtub. For me that usually involves a lovely time of self handling and blissful release. This was no exception. The only problem was that the fantasy that finally drove me to my climax was thinking about the threesome I had told myself would never happen again.

You won't be surprised to learn that a couple of weeks later I was once more with Mike and Sally. We had all agreed it would be purely a social occasion. I was merely delivering more prints from the photographs I had taken for them. They were really pleased with the results. Mike suggested we should get some snaps of the threesome. When I showed little enthusiasm Sally took over again and started trying to persuade me. I am not sure how it happened, but before long I was on their settee, legs wide apart, eyes closed and head back, with my genitals out in the open, blissful in the hands of this charming Mata Hare. It was just a short step into the bedroom, total nudity and the melee of hands, mouths and genitals.

As ever, Mike took charge and told Sally to lie on the bed. He told me to penetrate her. Despite all I have said and all I claim to stand for, he didn't have to ask twice. I breathed a deep sigh of wonderful satisfaction as I drove in my full length. My hands closed on her breasts. She grabbed my head, pulled me down and started kissing me. She is wonderfully responsive and always meets you half way. Very soon we were deep throating in a way Jill could never appreciate.

Mike stroked and playfully slapped my buttocks. He massaged and teased, his fingers exploring my valley, right down to the cherry. It felt good; yet another new experience and as so many other parts of my body were in ecstasy, I was up for it. I wasn't unduly alarmed when he gently probed inside with his fingertips. I suppose I realised dimly that he was stretching and preparing me for quite another journey. I felt the cold sensation of a lot of lube being rubbed around my opening. Something clicked in my mind as he climbed above me on the bed and knelt over my rear. He continued to play and tease. I became a little anxious and asked what he was doing.

'No fears, good man, it will be just fine. A nice Sunday afternoon cruise.'

I felt his knob, hot and fleshy, touch my anus. 'No Mike, you can't. I can't take it. It's been tried before. It nearly killed me.'

He totally overruled me. 'You'll be just fine. You'll be coming back begging for more.' He gripped my buttocks firmly and forced them open as wide as they would go. I tensed as I felt the pressure. He prodded around for a few seconds, a little uncertain of his direction.

'No, Mike, please no.'

Sally pulled my face down onto her and our tongues met again. At the same moment I felt Mike's knob pass through my entrance. There was a moment of discomfort and then - to my great surprise - almost no pain at all. They both gripped me to reassure me. Mike held his position, motionless for a few seconds.

'That's fine, baby', he murmured 'The pain will very soon pass and then we can have a great time. Next time you'll beg me for it.'

I didn't tell them I was not in pain, and actually was already having a very good time. I relaxed in their arms and enjoyed Mike's stately entrance, steadily, gently, but inexorably moving to its destination. Care, patience and plenty of lube had prevented the searing pains I had dreaded. Nevertheless, this was a major, uninvited invasion of my very personal space, especially as I had pleaded that he shouldn't do it. The way they held me down also made it very unlikely that I could have resisted his entrance anyway. They had raped me! I wanted to feel indignant, but another, totally opposite emotion was rising within me. I felt my face flushing. My knight was riding his charger to victory. I felt proud of my captor. I was his man, his servant and would submit to his triumph because I so honoured him. Something inside me sang as I felt my lord and master marking his property.

After a few moments he sighed deeply and relaxed on top of me. Sally was now carrying the weight of two fully grown men but wasn't complaining. He began to fuck me; probing gently, experimentally at first but then increasing the tempo as raw need and desire gripped him. After few thrusts he whispered, 'Try to get into rhythm with me.'

I contemplated the hard flesh that had invaded me. At first it felt strange rather than greatly stimulating. The biggest switch on was the thought that Mike (for whom I had suddenly developed an unaccountable affection) was buried deeply, intimately in my flesh.

I obeyed him. He had to make a more exaggerated movement to achieve the same results. This soon resulted in a powerful and ever quickening action. Before long he was ramming hard into me, which intensified my delvings into Sally. His action drove me to a new level of excitement. His manhood, roaring through my flesh became wonderfully desirable and more than anything in the world I wanted his cock to rule and dominate me.

In the middle of all this, Sally came. She cried out in a kind of delighted warble and thrashed her arms onto the bedclothes. She contracted strongly and repeatedly onto my ecstatic, crazed erection. I had never experienced this before. Jill had never got there - not with me, anyway. It was indescribable. Her contractions felt like strong hands repeatedly squeezing my shaft while a vacuum pump was being applied to my bell.

Suddenly, uncontrollably, I came too. I wanted to take a break from the frenzy while I eagerly shot my load. There was no chance. Mike's full force crashed onto my pelvis causing me to ram Sally so hard that she cried out. But I stayed the course, buried to the hilt and pumping my fluid into the condom. Mike didn't pause. He continued like the pistons on a steam train until, with a roar, he threw his head back and with no rubber to impede him gushed his produce deep into my intestines.

This time was different. I didn't rush off to the bathroom like a scared chicken. There was no point in pretence after what we had just shared. We had found a level of sexual fulfilment that, I suspect, few people even guess exists, let alone get to experience. We lay there for a long time, enjoying the feel of desirable and satisfied flesh in a lovely muddle of limbs and bodies.

Two days later Jill left me and moved in with one of the hospital doctors. In some ways I was sad, but it gave me all the space I needed to get to know Mike and Sally better.