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California Dreaming



We’ve lived in California for the past two years and we really enjoyed the life. My wife worked for a large financial institution in San Diego and we live in the marina on a pretty large boat – it’s a sixty two foot ocean trawler. I’ve been making my living as a novelist for the past five years and I think I’m pretty close to having my break-through novel. Sales of the past two have been really good and my readership has increased during the past year - especially since I started a web site that features a daily blog of how I interact with my main character.

My wife and I are also closet swingers, well we’re really wannabe swingers. We’ve had exactly four experiences and three of those have been with singles and they all took place in Seattle, where we lived before my wife asked to move to San Diego and the only couple experience was with a couple who was even more timid than we were. I spend a lot of time on the internet doing research and I have one of those mag-pie minds that collect facts. My novels are slightly noir and my main character is a developer of security systems for the rich and famous who gets involved with his clients lives.

Anyway, I’m the pervert who spends lots of time on the swinger sites and who has a long list of messenger buddies. We have profiles on three sites and don’t post any face pics, but there are probably four couples that we’re getting close to meeting.

We really loved our early experiments in swinging. Unfortunately with most of them we were really too inhibited to really relax and fulfill some of our more daring fantasies, but we have a great sex life otherwise, and naturally we spice it up with recollections of our few experiences. Our couple experience was really kind of a disaster. We went to a bar and met a couple that we had both been chatting with on the internet.

It was obvious that he was the prime mover in the relationship, and it was clear that though she was curious she was painfully shy. We all liked one another though and had a fun evening dining, then dancing. We traded partners during the slow dances and I thought both the women were getting turned on – at least I know Kate was, as I recognized the slightly sleepy eyes and red flush that was starting to creep up behind her ears. When it came time to go we invited them back to the boat for a nightcap and they both seem enthusiastic. When it came down to it though it became obvious that while Ken, the husband, was quite prepared to do Kate, it was equally clear that Sally was not prepared for sex with me.

I was ok with that, and by the time it became obvious Kate was out of most of her clothes and Sally was down to her underwear. I was sitting in one of the chairs in the main salon enjoing the sight of a now naked Kate prancing around, pouring small glasses of brandy. Ken got naked before I did, and I was slightly surprised that he wasn’t hard. I was, just from looking at Kate. She has an athlete’s body, rangy swimmers shoulders, flat tummy, b – titties with long pink nipples. Sally was a different type altogether, much more curvy, a hint of a little belly and big boobs, probably, even without the red satin wonderbra, a d.

Kate walked over to Sally and put her arms around her to unsnap her bra, but Sally raised her arms to stop her.

“I’m too shy.”

“Shall I turn out the lights?” Kate asked

“No, I just want to watch you.”

Kate looked at me, shrugged, and raised an eye-brow asking me for direction.

“Why don’t you play with Ken. I’ll sit beside Sally and we’ll watch.”

Kate walked over to Ken, ran her fingers up his leg and dropped to her knees. He looked about average, and he was a little hard. Kate looked at us and lifted his cock before sucking it into her mouth. We could hear his moan and saw her blonde head bobbing. Sally sort of leaned into me and I saw her look down at my cock, which was bobbing with my heart-beat.
I put my hand behind and grabbed one of her butt cheeks and squeezed. She turned her head and leaned up to whisper in my ear,

“Can you spank me?”

I said, “Sure” and she went down on all fours. I was slightly to her side and I raised my hand to give her a soft slap on the butt. It was a nice butt, kind of large and her skin was very pale. She was staring the whole time at Kate working Ken’s cock. I tapped her a few more times before I got brave and went to peel back her panties, but she stopped me. I was a little pissed now and increased the tempo of my blows. Her mouth was open and it wasn’t more than a minute before she obviously started cumming, moaning and backing into my hand. I looked down to see her fingers in her panties and moved my hands to cover them, but the moment she felt my hand on hers she stopped, and the moment I moved it away she started frigging herself again. She started what I thought was her third orgasm and I looked over at Kate. She had taken Ken’s dick out of her mouth and was using her hand to try to get him hard.

I looked back at Sally who was now going full force. It looked as if her entire hand was disappearing in her pussy and she started having a stupendously noisy orgasm. She finished and then sat up, looked at me and said, “Thank you.”

Kate sat back on her heals and looked at me. “I can’t get it to work.” She lifted his still limp dick with her hand. She crawled over to me and said, “This one works.” I felt her soft mouth envelop me and looked at Sally and Ken. They were dressing. I felt my erection start to fade and Kate looked up, “Not you too?”

I had to laugh and said, “Let’s wait until out guests leave.” I put on a robe and helped them onto the dock and came back in. We both started laughing and then made out way to the bedroom where we treated each other lovingly.

A few days later I received a message from Sally asking when we could get together again. I told her that we hadn’t found the experience satisfying and wouldn’t be repeating it. She seemed surprised.

Nonetheless, we continued in our efforts to find the right couple. Kate had expressed an interested in finding a single male and I was OK with that since our successful match-ups had been with single girls in Seattle. I found a guy who I thought would be perfect. He said he was a doctor and, oddly, I thought, gave his name to us. I checked online and found out that there was indeed a doctor by that name who practiced in one of the large clinics. His pics looked ok, though he was unwilling to send any body shots, but he did send one in scrubs and looked ok. We arranged for a drink. I thought that it might be smart to meet at a hotel and booked us a room in the hotel that overlooked the marina.

It was Friday night and we decided to meet him in the hotel bar at around 11, figuring that we didn’t want to endure dinner if it was a washout. Kate and I had worked out a signal and by the end of the second drink she had given me the OK. She spent a bit of time asking Dave about girlfriends and relationships. Earlier she’d laughed that she wanted to make sure that the equipment worked before we went to the room, so I wasn’t surprised to see her hand disappear and I saw a look of surprise on Dave’s face. When Kate looked up at me I could see that her face was a little red and she winked at me. Apparently it was a lift off.

Dave was a little shorter than me but had a pleasant face. I could see him as a doctor. I didn’t want the three of us leaving the bar together, so I told Kate to take Dave to the room while I settled the bar tab.

They were sitting in the two chairs chatting when I walked in. Kate opened the curtains and turned off the lights, so we could see the harbor. She reached behind, zipped off her dress and said, “It’s time to get undressed boys.”

Dave and I took turns in the bathroom, giving ourselves a quick wash, and when we finally came out Kate was lying on the bed, legs slightly apart. I was happy to see that Dave was hard, but a little disconcerted to see just how hard and I was a little embarrassed to see his cock. It looked as if it was, well, unusual.

The head was a different color than the rest of the cock, it was darker and larger than I would have expected. I wondered if Kate would be grossed out. I’ve never really measured myself, but I’ve never had any complaints, but I could see that Dave was definitely bigger. No wonder Kate had blushed. He was longer and thicker too. We went to lay on either side of her and Kate turned first to me and gave me a long kiss and then her hands went to both of us. She sat up slightly and then turned to Dave and I saw her blonde hair drag over his stomach. She kindly swept it aside, so I could see her open her mouth to take his cock. He had swollen to what I figured was over eight inches and the head was shaped like one of those german helmets, a big glans that was, in his full arousal, almost purple. Her lips had to stretch to go around it and he moaned softly as she took as much as she could. I saw her one hand reach around his balls, which were also outsize. I remember thinking that were about the size of small oranges. I remember noticing the contrast between his ballskin and her painted fingernails.

I moved around in behind her and touched her ass, seeing that his finger were already in her pussy. This was a new feeling, feeling that I was superfluous to her pleasure, but I leaned forward and touched my tongue to her anus and felt it contract. I slipped my tongue down to that soft skin between ass and pussy and touched a finger. He withdrew it and I plunged my tongue deep and felt her body spasm slightly. The moisture was pouring out of her. I leaned back and saw that he had located her clit and was circling it lightly. I kneeled behind her and put my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I was slightly shocked to feel his hand briefly close around me, but then I was inside that marvelous tight tunnel and I heard her gag a little. As I pumped her I felt his hand rubbing her clit and I could tell she had taken his cock out of her mouth to enjoy the feelings. I didn’t want to come, but then fingers were stroking my balls and other fingers were pressing her lips and her clit and we both came.

I backed out and went to lay on the bed. She was looking at his cock, which was red and swollen.

“Shall we see if it fits?”

I reached over for a condom and handed it to her. She rolled it on, but it was a normal size and looked as if it didn’t fit.

She said, “Jack, put it in me.”

My cock started twitching and she straddled him. I lifted his pole up. My cum was dripping out of her onto his balls. I expected her to ease onto it, and I saw her pussy stretch around that huge glans, but once I had it positioned she sunk straight down and the whole thing disappeared into her tight pink snatch. Her mouth was open and I heard a breathy sigh and then she started grinding and cumming. Her tits were shaking, her nipples long and tight. She lifted up slowly until the head was nearly exposed and then she drove down again, landing with a wet smack on his stomach. She continued this for about thirty strokes and then Dave moved until he was behind her and she was on all fours. I lay underneath and watched this massive pole plunging in. It was erotic for the first twenty minutes but then I started to wonder if he was normal. Sally’s eyes were starting to roll in her head. I had played with her clit for the first fifteen minutes and held her pussy through five orgasms, but frankly it became boring.

I lay back and watched the sweat poring down her stomach, dripping off her breasts, falling off the hardened points onto the sheets. This was porn style fucking. Finally after about forty minutes he gave a shout and I could see his butt cheeks clench. She started shouting that she wanted him to fill her pussy and I could see he was doing just that. I wondered if the condom would hold his load. When he pulled out the condom was just a tattered band around the base of his cock.

Kate looked at it and said, “I really hope you’re safe.”

He laughed and said, “The hospital does monthly testing for liability purposes. I am.”

We were both lying on the bed and she stood over us, dripping on the sheets. He must have shot a pint. I sort of thought that it was over, since the bedside clock said we’d been at it for two hours, but Kate kneeled down and said, “Mmm, you should be just about ready.”

And I was. The moment her tongue touched me I was hard, and she raked my balls with her hand. I looked over to see Dave lying on his side, his limp cock touching the sheet like a weary python. He watched her deep throat me and amazingly I saw him start to stiffen. She noticed too and said, “Are you ready so soon?”

“It’s been a month since I’ve had any.”

Kate turned back to her work energized and I had the feeling she was hurrying to make me come, so she could start round two with Dave. I saw him get off the bed and stand behind her and she pulled off my cock.

“Not in my ass. You’re too big.” She paused and looked at my cock. “Let Jack loosen it up first.”

Great I was a fluffer now. Dave lay back down on the bed and Kate moved off me. “Fuck my ass darling. Get it ready for Dave’s big cock.”

Strangely, that really turned me on, I moved behind her. She had thrown her leg over Dave and I scooped up a handful of his jism and lubed her ass, gently inserting a finger. She reached underneath me and grabbed my cock, pulling it down. I saw Dave had lifted his cock up and I felt her hand stretching around both of us. She eased down and I felt us both slide into her pussy.

She looked around, giving me the most lascivious look I’d ever witnessed. “A little tight in there?”

It was. I could feel my cock sliding beside his. After a dozen strokes I pulled out, shiny with both our juices and plunged into her ass. She moaned, not one of those made up moans, but a straight from your gut moan. We both started pumping her, and I saw Dave’s big hands tweaking her nipples. It seemed as if I fucked her ass forever, determined not to come before Dave, but then as before he reached down and grabbed my nutsack and the sensation was so intense, that I blew in her ass. The moment I pulled out he was there. I had stepped back a few paces and I saw him looking at an ass that was gaping with my load of cum and then he plunged that thick tool into its hilt and fucked her like he was driving spikes.

I lay down beside her and leaned under her, sucking her nipples. She pushed me away and started cumming, shouting incoherently.

When she stopped moaning she said, “Get behind and put your fingers in me. I want you to feel him in my ass.”

I got up behind him and reached under, feeling his balls heavy against my arm. I put two fingers inside her pussy and he pulled back, so his ass was almost in my face and I felt his head moving inside her. I could feel the ridge of his glans as it pushed by and I curled my fingers down to rub her g-spot. She started moaning and we started moving together, my hand stroking her pussy while his cock filled her ass. I used my other hand to cup his balls and felt them lift up as he announced his orgasm. I saw her grab handfuls of the bedclothes as she came too.

I went to the bathroom to wash off my cock, and Dave followed a minute later.

“Thanks, Jack, that was great.”

What do you say to a guy who has just fucked your wife silly?” “You’re welcome?”

When we came back to the room Kate was lying on the covers. We could see a puddle of cum under her ass and leaking from her pussy.

“I’ve got to go now, but let me just clean this up a little.” Dave leaned down and I heard him slurping our cum, licking her clean.

“If you guys ever want a repeat, just shout. You’re both great.”

I lay down beside her, and she found a spot in my shoulder, snuggling her head. “I want to dress and go sleep on the boat.”

When we got home we showered and lay down. I found some lotion and rubbed it into her skin. “I liked watching you have a good fucking.”

“You’re so generous. I liked it too.”

I looked at her pussy. It was red and puffy, and I knew she’d be sore in both holes tomorrow. I lay down beside her and she moved her head over my cock and said, “Just one more? I didn’t get to swallow any cum.”

As she sucked me, she would pause and replay her highlights. It didn’t take me long to fill her mouth and then she sat on my face and I delicately tongued her clit for a final orgasm.

The first problem happened two weeks later. I was the one, as I’ve said, who managed our lifestyle contacts. We were hot on the trail of a couple who looked suitable, both good-looking, seemingly stable who had done a couple before and said they did full swap. Kate had chatted with the woman a few times and said she sounded sexy.

Dave had rather made a pest of himself. He’d messaged us every day for the two weeks, wanting to know if we wanted a drink, saying he was lonely, saying he’d really liked us both and wanted just to get together to be friends. Kate asked whether I wanted to get together with him again and I said that I thought not. I had Kate chat with him a few times and she said that she had put him straight and his emails tapered off. I was so busy trying to finish my book and dealing with the feelings of disappointment I’d developed in my own work.

Being a writer is doubly tough, in that not only do you work for long periods of time without knowing whether it’s all a waste of time, but then you get to publish and listen to critics rip you apart. If you’re lucky. My critics had said that my characters were cardboard and that they had no emotional depth. Now I knew I hadn’t accomplished any growth at all. My latest draft was missing something.

It had now been three weeks since we’d played with Dave, though we’d re-lived the adventure in bed a number of times. Kate had performed like a porn star and to tell the truth I felt a little inadequate as I remembered the feeling of that big cock pillaging her holes, but she reassured me that my being there was what made the experience erotic for her.

I developed a pretty good rationalization of the experience. The girl who we’d slept with in Seattle had huge boobs, probably a double D. She hadn’t been a thin girl, but she hadn’t been fat either. I’d loved playing with her tits and truthfully the thought of them bouncing back and forth over Kate’s face as I pounded her had given me many a hard-on. She’d also had a pussy very unlike Kate. Kate was an innie, everything blonde pink and tucked away, while this girl had been brunette and lush, with a big clit and long lips that I’d really enjoyed sucking into my mouth. I figured Dave was just that equivalent. It didn’t mean he was better; just different.

We met with the couple that we’d been chatting with. I’d gotten a little cautious now and we spent a little time using web cameras to see that they actually looked as presented and so we met with them at Buster’s Beach House in San Diego. We’d both spent a fair bit of time chatting online, and that added to the weirdness. I mean even though the woman, Dawn, had been online to both of us, you never knew whether it was really just the guy masquerading. After a few minutes we realized that if there was any masquerading, it had been done by Dawn. She was vivacious and funny. Bill was her straight man, but the four of us got on great. There was the usual issue about asking for personal info; I mean on the one hand we had all agreed that the likelihood was that we were just sex objects to each other. My cover story was that I wrote for technical publication and Kate’s was that she was in advertising.

At the end of the meal, we went for a walk and Dawn linked her arm through Kate’s and asked if we were interested in coming to their place for a drink. Kate looked at me, but we’d given each other the OK signal early on. Their house was a drive, but we split up so no-one would get lost.

The moment Dawn got into the car she started asking me questions about the kind of sex that Kate liked. She wanted to know all about her favorite toys, whether she liked anal, and double and how she liked being licked. I was driving the family car, the big Lincoln that we used for highway trips and it had a big bench seat. She was sitting sideways with the leg closest to me curled up and she’d hiked her skirt up so I could see her pussy. She punctuated her questions by touching herself.

“I have a really big clit,” she announced, pushing the hood back. It was big, the biggest I’d ever seen and her lips looked like Angelina’s mouth, soft and puffy. I couldn’t wait to get close to her. She leaned over while we drove, unzipped me and licked me. They had a house on Mission Beach, a huge house right on the water and Bill’s car was there when we arrived. There was no-one in the living room when we walked in and Dawn took her time fixing us both a drink before showing me the bedroom.

They had obviously taken one of the spare bedrooms and fixed it as their sex room. There was a huge mattress on the floor and a sex swing to the side. Bill was sitting in a chair nursing a drink, shirt off, but pants still on.

He said, “I showed Kate the outfits. She’s putting one on.”

Dawn said “Oh Yummy.I’ll help.” She disappeared through a door and Bill stood up.

“Let’s get undressed. You won’t want to be distracted by clothes.”

He started unbuckling his pants and I did the same. There was that awkward moment when we were both naked, standing there waiting. I’d already seen pictures of his and he of mine. He was shorter than me and a little thicker. He was already hard, but then the conversation with Dawn and the prospect of sucking her pussy had made me that way too. He was clean shaven and had a good looking firm body. They were a good match.

Bill indicated the other chair and sat down in his own. I noticed that he would occasionally rub his cock, smearing a little pre-cum on the end, and watching him kept me hard. A few minutes later the girls came back in. Kate was dressed in leather and chains and was carrying a whip, while Dawn was wearing nothing other than a dog collar. Her tits had been effectively disguised by her dress. They were larger than I would have thought and they wobbled a little as she walked over to us. When she was about five feet away she dropped to all fours and looked over her shoulder at Kate.

“Mistress, may I approach your man?”

“You may, but only to put on the equipment.”

She crawled over to me, pausing at a large mahogany wardrobe that stood against the wall. Opening she took out a couple of black wooden rods that had cuffs on either end and then she came over and fastened them onto my ankles. The rod kept my feet apart. She then sat up and reached fro one of my hands, managing to rub a boob on my leg. I couldn’t resist cupping it, only to feel the sting of a lash.

“I saw that you bastard.” Kate said. “No touching without permission. And you, you watch yourself” she said to Dawn.

“Yes mistress,” She continued putting on the cuffs and I saw Bill handing her a hook attached to a rope. When Dawn finished he hauled on the rope and I felt my arms rise above my head. The rope was part of a pulley with a four to one advantage and he was able to heal me into the middle of the room. I shouted as he hauled me off my feet, but Dawn was there with a small stool for my feet.

“Shall I tie off his testicles?” she looked at Kate.

“Oh yes.”

Dawn returned to the cupboard and returned with a long thin cord. She put one hand around my balls and started wrapping the string around the top. My cock was dripping pre-cum and she looked over at Kate, who was deep in the wardrobe. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth.

“Oh you little bitch.” Kate strode over, delivering a slashing attack on Dawn’s ass. She turned to Bill. “Hold her.”

Bill forced her to her knees and Kate started methodically smacking her ass with a broad paddle. Dawn was whimpering when she had finished and she turned to me.

“Now you, for encouraging her.” She walked behind me and started to smack my ass. It hurt more than I thought possible, but at the same time it made my cock want to burst, but the string wrapped around my balls prevented me from coming. When she had finished she went over to the cupboard and returned with a strap on.

She went over to Dawn, “Are you still blubbering? Maybe this will make it feel better.”

She lay her down and proceeded to fuck her with the strap on. After a few minutes she looked at Bill. “Come over here and let me suck you while I fuck her.”

They continued through a noisy orgasm. I was interested but feeling as if I was going to pop. After Dawn was finished, Kate said to Bill, “Let him down and get him inside your wife.”

I was lowered down and spread-eagled on the mattress and the restraints were taken off. Dawn came and stood over me and then lowered her pussy onto my face, I sucked it in loving the sensation as her lips filled my mouth. I found her clit and closed my teeth gently over it. Damn it must have been two inches long. She moved down and I felt myself slide inside. Her boobs were swaying and I looked over at Kate who was flat on her back having her pussy eaten. I fucked Dawn for about thirty minutes and felt I was cumming twice, but couldn’t manage it. Kate crawled over and said,

“Very good Jack, now fill her up.” I felt the string unwinding from me and Dawn clamped down and I felt a river of cum pour out of my cock. When she pulled off Kate started licking it up. Bill was stroking his cock again and I saw Kate waggle her ass at him, inviting him in.

By the time we left we were completely drained and we spent the next day, Sunday, moving lethargically. We’d explored every possible combination. I felt great.

I had forgotten about Dave almost completely, but then I received another email form him claiming that Kate was a cock teaser and that we owed him at least one more time together. The next day the first attack on my writer’s blog occurred.

First I thought it was just a prank. The writer signed himself as ‘Close and Personal Fan’ and made some comments on a few love scenes in my last book. The scenes had involved a little bantering between two characters over threesomes and which combination was more enjoyable. His closing comment that he wondered if my wife and I had had fun researching the scene, saying that “K” was a wild woman. I’d never mentioned my wife’s name in any interview or on the blog and I wrote using my initials and my last name, hoping to preserve a little of my privacy.

I got in touch with my web guy and asked if I could put a filter in the site that would enable me to review posts before they could be seen by others. He strongly felt that would destroy the immediacy of the readers experience, so I compromised by getting the codes that would enable me to pull any comments I didn’t care for.

The next day the comment was a little more bold; CPF said that I really liked to watch K perform and that she could teach the pros a few lessons. Curiously the comments by my fans were scathing towards him. I decided to ignore my anger. One evening I brought the subject up to Kate and she seemed really shocked and demanded to see the blog.

As she was reading his latest comment posted. It was the worst of all claiming that I was really good at holding a guys nuts as he pumped her ass full of cum. The fans went wild and within the next hour there were three thousand comments on the blog.

The next day my life got suddenly worse. Kate came home very upset and said we had to talk. I could tell she was only seconds away from tears.

“I did something very bad and it’s ruining my life.”

I felt a cold slick slide in my guts that told me that I was standing on a precipice.

“I fucked Dave behind your back. Only a couple of times but I decided it wasn’t right and when I told him I didn’t want to see him anymore he started contacting me at work.”

She looked down. “He found my card in my wallet. He started faxing pictures of my pussy with his cock in it.”

I didn’t know what to say. Of course I felt betrayed, but doubly betrayed because I knew it was his big cock that attracted her. I moved out the next day.

Dave’s attack on my blog continued, but every comment he posted was met by thousands of protests. I did what every writer does. I used my pain to deepen my characters and I plunged into finishing the book. I re-wrote all of the sex scenes and drove my characters to places deep in themselves that they had never thought of visiting.

I guessed that Kate hadn’t contacted Dave, because his attacks on her continued through the blog, but then I became aware that he wasn’t the only poster who was giving intimate information. Dawn and Bill joined the postings, giving details of our night together. I was sure that no one would believe that any of the posting were legitimate and I continued with my updates on my main character ignoring the slander. Well, it wasn’t slander because pretty much all of it was true.

Friends I hadn’t talked to in years phoned me, just to ‘catch up.’ I was convinced my career was ruined. I saw Kate occasionally, principally to sign documents dividing our assets. Neither of us was happy, it seemed, but I couldn’t get over my feelings of betrayal. In fact I’d become a hermit, working ridiculous hours pouring the intensity of my emotion into my writing. I’d sworn off the swinger’s sites and stopped using messenger. I masturbated frequently and to my disgust almost always pictured Kate in the throes of getting fucked. My experiences with her had been the most intense of my life and I missed her. It seemed as if my mind was running on two tracks, one the practical side which said that I couldn’t possibly have a relationship where there was no trust and the other which urged me to forgive and move on.

I stopped posting to my blog and sent the manuscript off to my agent, packed up the apartment and left town, headed for a small resort in Costa Rica. I had found a yoga retreat high in the mountains; de-toxed and stretched myself. No phone, no internet. By the third day I was crazy and by the fourth the middle aged tree huggers were starting to look pretty sexy. On the fifth day the masseuse found her way into my bed, and while the sex was good it made me realize what I’d lost in Kate.

When I arrived at the airport I found that my flight had been cancelled. The only consolation was the wireless internet piped through the airport, so I got online and connected with the world. My email was flooded; there were over 6000 messages. I picked through page after page and found an email from my agent. It seemed that someone had leaked my address to the blog and she said she desperately needed to get in touch with me. I created a new yahoo address and sent off an email to her private address, telling her that I was in an airport in Costa Rica headed back home. She came back immediately, saying that I needed to call her. I replied that it was impossible as there weren’t any phones in the airport. She emailed back and said that there had been a run over the past two weeks on everything I’d ever published and that they were in the third reprint. She loved the new book, had some minor revisions and could I fly to New York to get it done immediately. She advised me to look at the blog for last Friday.

I went online and found the day. Kate had posted an open letter, telling the story of our sexual journey in terms that brought tears to my eyes. I’d never read anything so moving. She said she felt she’d ruined the best thing that had ever happened to her. She told the story of my career in a way that I never could. The response had ignited a wild-fire and the blog was receiving over 600000 hits a day. I signed off, my eyes filling. On the plane four women got out of their seats to ask my autograph and two tried to follow me into the plane’s restroom.

Kate was waiting for me at the gate. We’d each had two orgasms by the time we made it out of the parking lot.



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