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Her Boyfriend, A Cuckold Story

Her Boyfriend

Part I

She drew close to me as I circled my arm around Her waist. On her right side, Her husband brought his arm around Her shoulders. As the three of us drew close, several of the club patrons gave us a slight, but knowing, nod. A grin spread across Her lips as we strolled towards the front door and into the night. The other couples in attendance understood; the three of us were about to enjoy a full night of sexual bliss. She was going to be serviced that night by two men who adored her. I was her boyfriend; this is our story.

My name is Glen; the couple I’m with are Susan and David. I’m a regular 27 year old man who enjoys the company of older women, older married women. Not by way of adultery, but by the mutual acceptance within the Swinging Lifestyle. I am Susan’s boyfriend by her approval and her husband’s consent. Susan, this beautiful classy woman, is a fit and trim 38 year old blond with curves in all the right places. Her husband is a slightly overweight 42 year old office worker whose hair line is showing the receding fortunes of middle age; his waistline bulging with the common heft of a slowing metabolism.

I developed a keen appreciation for older women as the result of an encounter with an older woman in college. On a lark, hooked up with a woman in her late 30’s. What I expected would be a quick sexual interlude, turned into a profound understanding of mutual sexual bliss. This lovely woman tolerated my inexperienced selfish rush to sexual release. After my two quick sexual releases, she showed me the pleasures of deep and un-hurried lovemaking that culminates in mutual bliss. It was the first time I had experienced orgasm with a woman at the same moment of my release. Of course, this mutual orgasm intensified my experience a thousand fold. After that, mutual climax became a must. From experience, I have discovered that older women are more attuned to their own bodies and much more at ease in letting themselves achieve mutual orgasmic pleasure.

This current couple contacted me through an online service after they reviewed my profile and pictures. Pictures that left little to the imagination as a gesture to those who like to be fully informed before making contact. We Emailed, I.M.’ed and exchanged more photos. Then it was Susan who called me to set up a face to face meeting at a bar in the city. This is when the excitement level begins to rise.

First impressions are key, so all three of us dressed well for the occasion. David and I wore business suits while Susan was thrillingly beautiful dressed in a low cut black evening dress which accented her ample cleavage, six inch black stiletto heals and very sheer nylon stockings. It is the stockings, never simple hose or bare legs that are always worn for the first meeting. This is an important rite in the Lifestyle and more often than not the stockings are supported by a garter-belt. It’s a ritual that excites both the wearer and admirer.

The couple was already seated at a booth when I arrived. David stood up and shook my hand with a firm grip, then introduced his wife. I bowed and kissed the lovely hand that was offered. Susan’s blond hair was radiant in the dim light of the bar, it fell just past her shoulders. After a few moments of small talk, David excused himself in order to get our drinks. This was Susan’s time to evaluate me without the distraction of her husband looking on. As we spoke and maintained eye contact, I placed my hand on Her nylon stocking clad knee. This is the important moment; if the wife needs more time then she will keep her knees together. If she accepts, she will open her legs slightly.

Susan spread her legs wide for me. Acceptance. I let my hand linger on her knee for a few moments before I very boldly drew my fingers slowly up her inner thigh. Susan continued to smile and talk as my fingers slid toward the top of her stocking. The moment my fingers tips touched one of the fastener’s of her garter-belt, Susan gave me a broad grin and arched her neck back. Total Acceptance.

Once David returned, the couple exchanged knowing glances. All was set. Susan leaned forward and whispered the name of a local swingers club in my left ear. David handed me an invitation card to the club with the time and date filled in. With our mutual date settled, the three of us relaxed and continued our conversations. As soon as I finished my drink I excused my self and left for the evening. I was sure to kiss Susan on the cheek and give David a hand shake before I departed. At this point in the relationship, it was understood that the couple needed time alone to discuss Her new boyfriend. I can assume that later that evening they both enjoyed fantastic sex as thoughts of the anticipated intimacy raced through their minds.

Personal hygiene is paramount when dating married women. The couple expects a high degree of cleanliness as both a sign of respect and dignity in the relationship. To that end I spent over 2 hours in the bathroom the afternoon of our date attending to that requirement. After a long soak in the tub, I stood up and lathered up my pubic region with shaving cream. With a gentile touch with both my razor and scrotum, I shaved my ball sack of hair leaving it very soft and sensitive to touch. Next, I shaved the upper pubic region above my shaft, leaving only a small patch trim pubic hair directly above my social organ. I find that older women find this denuded, but masculine, look very erotic. It gives the effect of submissive respect and a feeling of soft vulnerability to the touch.

After a through rinse and shampoo, I clipped my finger and toe nails, finishing them off with an emery board. Out came the tweezers which I used to pluck out any and all unsightly hairs from my eyebrows and nose. Then on to a through shave of my face and neck area. As a last part of my preparations, I made sure to moisturize my skin, paying special attention to my hands and pubic area. The cleaning ritual was finalized with a dash of cologne to my face and with a few drops to the base of my cock and underside of the sac. Only proper for that region to have the aroma of fragrant musk, given the night’s expected oral activities.

After the personal grooming, I set off by taxi to the club a little early in order to be at the door to meet Susan and David. Susan looked stunning in a close fitting black dress which showed off her nylon stocking clad legs and heels. David and I dressed more casual for this occasion in well tailored shirts and slacks. I received a close and warm hug from Susan at the door and a casual nod from David. Inside we enjoyed each other’s company and talk as we dined on the buffet. All around us the atmosphere was sexually charged. Couples greeting each other, pairing off and tossing about the sexual innuendo with casual charm. There was a lot of activity as groups of couples made their way towards the back rooms. Those returning from the rooms always had smiles on their faces.

Susan and David do not engage in sexual activity at the club, at least not with their single partners. They both prefer the quiet setting of their home as their place for mutual intimacy. At about 10 o’clock, Susan suggested that we go to their home to enjoy some fine wine. I readily agreed to that outstanding suggestion and the three of us headed towards the door.






Part II

Susan and I sat in the backseat as David drove us home. She and I were all over each other. Our mouths interlocked in deep kissing, my hands caressing her legs and her hands exploring my chest underneath my shirt. I became bolder and slid my hand up along the inside of Susan’s left leg and hiked up her dress. David had full view of the action through the rear view mirror, yet he said nothing as we sped toward their home. My fingers finally reached Susan’s lace thong panties as she let out an accepting moan. They became moist as I caressed Her feminine juncture. I did not venture to slip my fingers underneath the lacy fabric; better to build up anticipation than to aggressively rush intimate contact. It was obvious that Susan had done some of Her own personal barbering. The only soft fleece I could detect through the thin material was a small triangle above Her pleasure zone. As the moments rushed by, the silken fabric became wetter with Susan’s arousal.

At the same time, Susan’s busy fingers had unzipped my fly and found their way inside my boxers. I was fully erect from the moment her lips met mine. She let out a little moan of delight as she explored her new toy. This older woman knew exactly how to caress the sensitive helmeted tip of my male instrument with her long painted finger nails. Within seconds Her fingers were stroking my shaft as my fingers continues to dance about the silky lace protecting Her pleasure region.

By the time we reached their home, all of us were sexually charged. David drove the car straight into the garage and asked me stay inside until the garage door had fully closed. This was done so that no prying neighbors would gossip about the ‘Man’ who had gotten out of the back seat with Susan. Once David exited the car, Susan greeted her husband with a close hug and deep kisses. Our driver deserved at least that much of a reward for his composure.

They both escorted me to their living room, which had been prepared for the occasion. The couple did not use their bedroom’s nuptial bed for this shared activity. It would have been too much of an intrusion on their personal space. However, a blanket and pillows had been spread out on the living room floor in front of the fireplace. Susan asked her husband to open a bottle of wine for the three of us to enjoy then turned to ask me to light the candles arranged on the corner tables. As Her men carried out Her requests, Susan lifted her dress over her shoulders and head. I turned to get my fist look at Susan’s curves in the candle light. David was still busy in the kitchen with the wine as Susan kicked off her shoes and sashayed into my outstretched arms.

Our lips locked again in a hungry and deep kiss. Susan’s deft fingers quickly unbuttoned my shirt. She pressed her breasts against my chest as Her hands yanked off my belt and unzipped my fly. I pressed my hardness against Her as I placed my hands on the small of her back and slid them up toward the clasp of Her bra. Within seconds, Susan’s beautiful and ample breasts were free of their confines. With that chore quickly out of the way, my hands slid back down to grasp Her tight butt and work their way down to the fasteners of her stockings. I made sure to undo each one with an audible ‘pop’. Susan’s fabric defenses were quickly falling away.

I looked into Her eyes before I began my descent down her body with my lips. Her chin, neck, tops of each breast and each areole received gentile caressing attention from my lips. After her nipples stiffened to prominence, I continued my downward journey. At her belly button I made sure to swirl my tongue around the dimple. Susan began to laugh lightly at the sensation of my tongue dancing at Her belly button, and the anticipation of what the tongue would encounter next as I continued my journey down to the tops of her thong. Before I removed the last barrier to her body, I gave a quick upward glance to make eye contact with Her. The smile that flashed across Susan’s lips was all I needed as encouragement to continue.

Returning to my mission, I kissed Her through the fabric lace and allowed the elastic of the thong to curl under my lips. My teeth gripped the elastic band as my fingers grasped the elastic on Her hips. With one quick fluid motion I slid the thong down past her hips. Her Feminine Pleasure Zone was now open and exposed to me. She had indeed left a small patch of very fine feminine fleece above the clean shaven nether region. My nose was just inches away from the musky aroma of the moist sexual junction between Her legs. I became intoxicated by the trim and shaven look of Her region and the smell of Her arousal.

The panties dropped to the floor as I moved my face towards her private pleasure junction. Unencumbered by the feminine forest of hair, Her feminine slit looked open and venerable. Susan spread her legs as my lips made contact with her engorged beauty zone. I slithered my tongue up and down her vertical opening till the dancing instrument coaxed the lips to open ever so slightly. After a few quick darting motions, I slid my tongue just barely inside. Susan drew in a sharp breath as I brought her clit to hardness with a few quick flutters of my oral instrument circling around her love button.

The light but determined tug on my hair was the signal for me to cease my oral activities and stand to face Her. Susan’s hands then hooked the sides of my boxers and drew them down toward my hips. There was a slight pause as Her hands had to circle around to the front in order to free my hard member from the elastic band. A flash, I was standing at full nude attention in front of this lovely mature woman. My male shaft hard and angled upward in a sign of youthful vigor. Our skin shivered with anticipation and excitement as Susan pressed against me and drew me downward to the floor. I looked at up at her beautiful form as She kneeled over me and rolled a condom over my completely erect pleasure rod. It was already pulsing as my heart raced with excitement. Her task complete, Susan straddled my loins and pressed Her knees against my flanks.

It’s always a mind blowing experience when a beautiful married woman mounts me for the first time. Susan was no exception. She straddled my hips, then took my cock into her hand and eased it up and across her now very wet entrance. She arched her neck back as
she lowered herself onto my hard organ. The instant my swollen helmet made contact with Her outer lips, we both let out a gasp of pleasure. She held my shaft firmly as she guided me into Her warm pleasure tunnel. In an instant, that very mysterious instant of connection, my firm sex organ was gripped deep inside of Susan. She slid forward and pressed her weight onto me to make our connection deeper. It was truly bliss.

I remained motionless at first to allow Susan to control of our lovemaking. She braced her hips against mine so that she could ride me forwards and back, keeping me deep inside her, with the tip of my helmet up against her G-Spot and her clit against the firm base of my cock. After a brief time of this gentile deep lovemaking, we both surrendered to our passions and began to thrust toward each other in unison. Her love tunnel held me tightly as she slid up and down my well lubricated shaft.

I then noticed David standing naked above us when Susan leaned forward to take his erect member into Her mouth. Together we formed the triple love dance as David thrust his organ into Her mouth while Susan bounced on my throbbing shaft. With all the sensations generated by the male organs, Susan gave in and allowed her orgasm to overtake Her body. Her blissful release was evident by the deep pulsing contractions of her love barrel along the length of my stiff organ. As Her orgasm subsided, my release began, magnifying Her pleasure. We pressed against each other firmly as I spasmed deep inside Her. Our mutual experience of bliss then sent David over the edge as his orgasm erupted in her mouth. Susan swallowed her husband’s emissions as her lips made a firm seal around his shaft.

The sounds of deep breathing, delighted moans and sighs filled the space around us. Susan released David’s receding member and drew Herself down onto my heaving chest. Her hands gripped my shoulders for support as Her own racing pulse subsided. Her heaving chest pressed against my own. I gently stroked the back of her neck and hair as she closed her eyes and purred against me. The two of us then remained motionless as my depleted organ slowly slid out of her warm inner embrace.

Still enjoying the warm after-glow of our sexual exertions, Susan rolled off my chest as David lowered himself onto a chair close to us. I simply brought my hands under the back of my head and gazed at Susan’s glowing skin. Within a few minutes we were all smiling and laughing at the situation, perfectly content to be in nude in the presence of each other.

David had indeed brought the filled wine glasses with him when he returned unnoticed. The three of us dew close in a circle and made a toast to our new friendships. Susan added her own toast for Her men’s continued erections. In return, I added a toast to Her continued orgasmic pleasure. With that bit of jovial drinking, I excused myself in order to deposit the used condom in their bathroom waste bin. From the weight of the used latex sheath, it was obvious that my first sexual emission had indeed been a copious one.

Not that I am a stud of any measure, I do like to climax at least three or four times in a night when I am with a couple. This first experience with Susan was only a warm up for us all. Upon my return I noticed David still in a state of fatigue on the chair while Susan was sitting upright on the blanket, swirling her wine around the glass. The sight of Susan’s nude breasts and still firm nipples triggered renewed arousal within my loins. I sat down next to Her as she took note of my growing sexual zest.

Within moments we began kissing. Susan’s fingers found my swelling shaft ready to give more pleasure to the both of us. She let out a coy chuckle as her fingers discovered the recently shaved state of my sac. Her gentile touch on my sensitive sac and caressing of my balls was all I needed to achieve full arousal. Susan tickled my left ear with Her tongue as she unrolled a condom down my turgid organ, setting the stage for our next act.

This time it was my turn to press Susan to the floor. Her body gave way to the pressure of my chest against her firm breasts with their erect nipples. As Her back touched the floor she spread Her legs wide, inviting me to attend to Her pleasure. I would take the lead. David, still motionless on the chair, had a side on view of our continuing activities.

In tribute to Susan, I bowed down and kissed her moist, glistening pleasure zone. Her moist pleasure lips became full and opened like a flower within moments of my touch. I raised myself up on my arms and took up position between Susan’s spread legs. Looking down intently into Susan’s eyes for a few seconds, I pressed the soft helmet of my shaft against Her open lips. I smiled at the thought of this beautiful wife wiggling underneath me, my cock buried inside of Her, Her legs held open to accept me. Ah, but first I teased Her wet swollen entrance with my hardness. I let Her know that I could enter Her at any moment, but I was the one in control. Her hips rocked up to entrap me as Her desire overwhelmed Her, yet I continued my dance at Her entrance. My erection gliding up and down Her pleasure entrance, coating my sheathed cock with more wetness at each pass. Then, with a firm but not unexpected thrust, I pressed forward, tunneling into her, sliding my firmnessHH deep into her as my sac made contact with Her butt cheeks. I held myself there, deeply imbedded inside of Susan and rocked Her pelvis up against mine. She drew in a satisfied breath as she circled Her stocking clad legs up around my waist. Then, our intimate dance began.

I drew myself almost completely out of Susan and eased back in several times to allow Her to feel my length caress Her most intimately. The sounds of my shaft sliding into Her love barrel were clearly audible. Susan raised her legs along my sides to draw me even deeper inside of Her. My thrusting began to take on a more forceful rhythm, soon we were both moaning with pleasure. Within a few minuets, Susan’s first of several mini-climaxes pulsed through Her body. Her love muscles contracted along my shaft, massaging me within Her as she experienced Her bliss.

Sweat dripped from my brow onto Susan’s breasts as I continued my exertions. She wiggled up and down as I plunged in and out. I had lost control, the moment of total release was close at hand. With one last deep thrust into Susan, I drew her legs into the air and against my chest. I rocked forward to put maximum pressure of my cock against her clit as I began to spasm and quiver inside Her. She let out a deep sigh as Her own orgasm overtook Her body. Together, now deeply connected, we convulsed against one another as my organ jetted another hot load of male essence into Her quivering love tunnel.

Spent, I withdrew from Susan and fell to the floor at Her side. Our foreheads touched as we shared a parting kiss in the trembling aftermath of our experience. Susan’s fingers delightfully unsheathed my limp organ of its latex confines. The cool air on my exposed shaft sent a shockwave up along my spine. For the immediate moment I was spent.

I kissed Susan tenderly on the cheek as I began to recover some of my strength. I spotted David on the chair sporting a renewed erect member. This was my time to take my rest in a char as the married partners enjoyed each other’s embrace. Susan sat up as David bent down to kiss her fully on the lips. Her skin was still flush with the after-glow of our sexual release, but she appeared ready for more. After the kiss, Susan took her husband into her mouth with delight. David stood perfectly still as his wife tickled and lubricated his manhood into readiness. Within moments they were both moaning with pleasure.

Susan released David from her oral attentions and turned toward me on all fours. She made direct eye contact with me as her husband circled around her. Another shockwave raced up my spine as Susan’s long red nails made contact with the surfaces of my inner thighs. Her head positioned just inches away from my semi-erect cock. Susan rested much of Her weight on my thighs as she presented her backside to Her husband.

David wasted not a moment as he positioned himself behind Susan. Her legs were spread to give him direct assess to her female entrance. With a stout grunt, David pressed his shaft inside of her. However, I did notice that David had entered Her without the usual latex sheath. While it is common for couples to join in a last embrace without a condom, in this situation it was simply inconsiderate of David. Susan and I were looking forward to at least one more session together and David knew that. I suspect that my recent taking of his wife so forcefully on the rug had driven David assert his husbandly privileges.

What ever his reasons, David did not last long. Within three minutes he pressed forward into Her and let out a grunt of satisfaction as he released his vigor. I could tell this was Susan’s first sense of Her Husband’s unprotected state as she jerked her head up in shock as David’s emissions splash against Her insides. After three deep thrusts, David was done. Spent, he quickly withdrew his limp bare member.



Part III - Final

Susan drew in several deep breaths as she recovered from David’s exertions and prepared Her reaction to David’s conduct. “That was very inconsiderate”, she began in a tone of gentile displeasure.

“Now I am all sticky with your mess in me.” Turning Her head to face David she added, “I want you to go down there and clean up your mess inside of me, with your tongue”.

Dutifully, and resigned to comply with Susan’s wishes, David knelt down on the floor and positioned his head underneath Susan’s love mound. Slowly, she lowered Herself down onto his face, keeping some of Her weight resting on Her arms. David’s tongue swirled along Her entrance as he began the task of clearing his spunk from within Her. At the same time, Susan’s eyes sparkled as she looked directly at me. With a sly grin she rubbed the top of my semi-flaccid cock with Her fingernails and whispered, “make it hard again, soon.”

Susan was eager to help me at my task. After a few moments gentile stroking, I was ready for Her to take me into Her warm mouth. After all this lovemaking, my shaft was very sensitive to the touch. Waves of pleasure shot up through my loins and up my back. From the sounds of Her moans, Susan was enjoying the ‘cleaning’ she was receiving from David.

Susan’s tongue on my shaft and Her gentile caressing of my ball sac with her nails was more than enough stimulation to rekindle my arousal. Satisfied that David had completed his task, Susan drew Her legs up off his face. With just a simple look, Susan telegraphed exactly what she wanted of me.

She stood up directly in front of me as David left the area. Her body still glistened, flushed glow of Her pleasure. The juncture between Her legs was wet with Her juices and David’s saliva. I was irresistibly drawn to lean forward in my chair and kiss Susan just underneath Her belly button. I grabbed both of her bottom cheeks and gave them a good squeeze as my kisses passed lower along Her pubic region. The moment my lips caressed Her swollen love button, she griped my shoulders and pressed me back into the chair.

I spread my legs wide as she rolled a condom down my shaft. She was my Queen and I was Her throne. She was in control as she lowered Herself onto my stiff rod. I slid right into Her as she bucked Her head backwards and let out a soft purr. I braced Her back as she leaned backward and pressed Her loins hard against mine. I was her possession now, captured deep within the pulsing grip of Her love tunnel.

I rewarded Susan with a backrub. My hands started at the small of Her back, just above the point where Her cheeks begin. Slow, deep circles my fingers traced around that point of tension and pleasure. Her closed eyes and soft moaning was all I needed to know that my attentions were having the desired effect. Then slowly I began to follow Her spine upward as my fingers continued to make small tight circles along her flesh. My fingers pressed deeper as she leaned into my embrace. The effect was mind blowing as, at the same time, this drew the base of my cock firmly against Her clit and my fingers harder against Her spine. The spasms of Her first orgasm in this position rocked her body. Her warm love juices soon dripped onto my sac.

Susan’s composure returned quickly, she took charge and began a wonderful thumping rhythm, bouncing on Her throne of pleasure. I continued to give Her a back massage as we both groaned with bliss. As a final act of control, my Queen Susan slowed Her pace, reached behind Her and circled my tender ball sac with Her fingers. Her touch was electric as she caressed my male orbs in their sac. In seconds, unable to hold back, I climaxed. My cock spammed with uncontrolled release as Susan lightly but firmly rubbed my precious jewels. Her orgasm came moments later as she let out a cry of triumph. I clinched my butt cheeks to keep myself within Her as Her entire body went into spasm.

When it was over, Susan leaned forward into me, her elbows resting on my chest. A sigh of accomplishment escaped from Her lips as she rested Her head on my shoulder. My fingers traced up and down her spine with a feather light touch as my tingling organ deflated within Her. Our chests heaved against one another as we recovered.

I kissed Susan on Her forehead as she got up from the throne. With the softest touch, one that I barely noticed at all, Susan removed the spent condom. Her voice caught me by surprise when she looked over to David seated on the other chair and announced, “David, will you please take this and the other one there on the floor to the garbage.” It was not a request. David, not saying a word, got up and took the used condom she held, at arms length, from between Her thumb and forefinger and retrieved the other spent latex from the floor and proceeded to the bathroom to dispose of them. David understood that this was his final penance for his rude unclad emission.

When he returned, David said he was tired and was going to retire to bed for the night. Susan agreed and told David that she would help ‘tuck him in’ before she said good night to me. Exhausted, I could only muster a wave of affection as they both left the room.

Susan found me in the bathroom a few minutes later as I splashed some cold water on my face in an effort to regain some strength. Susan was dressed in a very sheer silk black nightie; I was still nude. A little self-conscious, I asked Susan if I could borrow a towel to clean myself up. Susan gave me a sly grin in the mirror as she bent over the sink counter to look for the towel. As she bent forward, Her nightie rode up and exposed Her nude backside to me. Looking at me through the mirror, Susan spread her legs wide and confided, “David fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.” I chuckled and responded, “well, he had quite a workout tonight.”

A devilish grin spread across Susan’s face as she challenged, “Are you too tired tonight to take your reward for being such a good sport after David’s rude behavior?” I was shocked. One look at Susan’s exposed vulnerable bottom was all the encouragement my male pride needed to stiffen for one last glorious action.

I was still in shock over Susan’s offering. It is rare for a married woman to allow her boyfriend intimate contact without a condom, and only after much discussion with her husband. Without questioning Susan’s motives, I simply took up position behind my beautiful bent girlfriend and pressed myself into Her entrance. We both drew in our breath as I slid into Her. The intimate direct contact of sexual flesh is always a sensational gift, adding to this was the thrill of breaking a long standing taboo.

I thrust all the way inside then withdrew until only the head was inside of Her. I wanted us both to experience the pleasure of my entire length slide unencumbered within Her. Susan’s warm juices felt wonderfully warm as they coated me. Uncovered, the contrast between Susan’s warm embrace and the cold air on the shaft heightened my senses. At first I was slow and deliberate, both of us were silent during this most illicit sexual joining. As I began to quicken the pace of my thrusting I reached forward to tickle Susan’s nipples. This sent us both over the edge. I pulled Her hips toward me as I thrust against Her. The frenzied slap of my ball sack against Her bottom was the only audible sound we made. As I approached the moment of release, I gripped Her hair and forcefully spurted the last of my hot male essence inside of Her intimate embrace. Susan’s legs weakened as Her orgasm overtook Her body.

The moment we recovered our breaths, I withdrew. Like two naked, blissful, teenagers afraid of bring ‘caught’, Susan and I silently departed the bathroom. She went to the hall closet and threw a coat over Her nightie as I raced to put on my cloths, which were still in a pile on the floor. Within moments, we returned to each others arms after dressing. I hugged Her closely as she pressed me. A gentile kiss on the lips was the last contact we shared. But, Susan had one final gift, she whispered close to my ears. “I am not going to take a shower tonight. I am going to keep that bit of you inside of me as I sleep. Think of that as you fall asleep tonight.”

With the thoughts of my seed swimming inside of Susan, I silently departed their marital home. I walked several blocks to an intersection to call a taxi from my cell phone. One more final security measure in order to preserve the couple from inquiries from the neighbors. Half and hour later, as I closed my eyes in my bed, the soft voice of Susan’s last remark accompanied me into my dreams.

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