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My Secret Admirer

I have always loved to write. I've thought about writing a book, but I have yet to find a topic I was interested enough in to devote that much time to. Besides, I once heard that no one should write a book until they are over fifty—that they can't possibly know enough or have experienced enough of life to have anything interesting to say until then. At twenty-nine, I have a long way to go, so I have contented myself with writing short stories—erotica to be more specific.

I found a great website online, and I fell in love with it instantly. One could upload a story, and others could read it, rate it, and even comment on it. After posting my first story, I became frustrated at how few readers actually took the time to rate it, and only a small percentage of those posted public comments. I thought, "How rude of them."

Still, I loved watching the number of readers roll by. Over the weeks after posting a story, the numbers were staggering—5K, 15K, 30K, 75K and many more. I became addicted to trying to imagine so many people from all over the world, sitting in front of their computers and reading the words I'd written. Did they masturbate while reading it, or maybe afterward? Did their spouse enjoy the passion or lust my story invoked in their husbands . . .or even in them?

I made the decision early on not to stick to the lighter genres like "Romance" and "Erotic Couplings." I wanted to explore the limits of my own imagination. I posted stories in genres that were so foreign to me, I could barely comprehend that it was me typing the words. I wrote about group sex, fetishes, incest, anal sex, exhibitionism and much more. I'd never experienced any of those things, but I loved imagining them and describing my fantasies of them in great detail.

While typing the words, I would feel as if I were actually doing those things. It always made me wet beyond my own belief. I almost always masturbated after writing a new chapter, sometimes for days afterward. On more than one occasion, I had to pause writing long enough to masturbate before I could continue typing.

I had chosen to let my readers see my email address—the Yahoo email I'd set up for the sole purpose of receiving feedback from readers—PlainJane, which I believed fit me perfectly. Very, very few took the time to send an email. I responded to those who did, thanking them for taking the time. And I gladly took to heart their criticisms and suggestions for future stories.

I was working on my fifth story when I heard the famous yodel. I was excited, knowing it was Yahoo notifying me that I had a new email. My excitement though, was dampened quickly as I read it:

"Dallas:

If you write another story, you should give the main female character your real name.

Your Secret Admirer"

My jaw dropped and I struggled to breathe. No one online could possibly know my name is Dallas. Hell, Yahoo didn't even know that. I'd used a fake name to open my Yahoo account. How could they . . .?

(.)(.)

For the entirety of the following week, I could think of little else. I couldn't concentrate at work. As the manager of a national chain restaurant, I needed to be able to concentrate—to always be cheerful to both customers and employees. I needed my happy mood to infect them, and I'd always been great at it—until now. The customers didn't know the difference so much, but the employees surely did, more than one asking me what was wrong.

I couldn't write a word, couldn't think straight, and I barely ate. I did manage to sleep for two or three hours almost every night—with the help of alcohol and exhaustion.

I was tempted to call the police, but what would I tell them? I was sure they would blow me off once they found out I wrote and posted sexually explicit stories on the internet. I'm sure they would think to themselves, "Duh! What did you expect?" I could live without that embarrassment.

After eight days, I finally gathered myself and my nerves. I opened my Yahoo email, clicked on the message that had disturbed me so greatly, and clicked the "Reply" button.

I typed simply, "Who are you?" and hit "Send" before I could change my mind.

(.)(.)

It was three days before I got a response. This time, the email was a bit more informative. I sensed that the sender somehow knew how much their email had disturbed me and was making a futile attempt to put my mind at ease.

"Dallas:

Two things: First, you have nothing to fear from me. It is very important for you to understand that. I am not a stalker. I don't follow you around taking pictures of you or spying on you. I don't need to do that. And secondly, I will never approach you—unless of course, you ask for a meeting. Again, please believe me. You have nothing to fear from me.

Your Secret Admirer"

Wow! If they were trying to put my mind at ease, they had failed miserably. Their words, "I don't need to do that," kept echoing through my brain. What the hell did that mean?

(.)(.)

"What do you want from me?" And then I clicked the "Send" button.

Again, it was three days before I got a response.

"Dallas:

Conversation—that's all. All I want is an open and honest conversation with you, nothing more.

You Secret Admirer"

I responded immediately, "What kind of conversation? If you want Cybersex, you can forget it. I'm not into all that fake shit. I don't care how badly you need to jack off." Send.

I was surprised to get their response the next day:

"Dallas:

Lol, I don't need you for that. If I need to get myself off, I can manage that quite nicely without your help. I want to talk about your stories. You restrain yourself too much. You don't set your fingers free to type what is inside your mind. You are writing for your readers—not for you. Your readers need you to delve into your brain. You need to take a flashlight in there with you and shine it into the darkest corners of your mind. Sweep away the cobwebs, and then write about what you find there.

Your Secret Admirer"

What the . . .? How could anyone possibly know what was in the darkest corners of my mind? I didn't even know what was in there. I read that email over and over and over, shut off my computer, and didn't return to it for several days.

(.)(.)

"Maybe I don't want to know what is in there." Send.

"Dallas:

We all have hidden fantasies. You need not fear them or be ashamed of them. You should embrace them—pursue them even.

Also, it would improve your stories greatly if not every female had perfect breasts. A woman can be very sexy without having a chest full of 38DDs. You are proof of that, especially since you rarely wear a bra in public. I'm sure you rationalize not wearing one as being simply because your breasts are too small to require one, but I know better. I know it's because you enjoy the approving smiles of a male onlookers when they see your long taut nipples announcing their presence under one of the light sleeveless blouses you often wear. Tell me I'm wrong.

Your Secret Admirer"

Wow! Wow! And Wow! That single email revealed so much; I had trouble disseminating it all. He just told me he didn't know me from work. I always wore a bra at work. He also revealed that he knew what I look like, perhaps even where I live, shop, eat out . . . have my oil changed . . .

And he was spot-on about my breasts. To say that I have two "fried eggs" on my chest would be an insult to fried eggs everywhere. I have nipples, and that is all. When I do have to wear a bra, I usually opt for a training bra or a tube top—anything to hide my nipples, which are quite long even when not taut.

As for the reason I go braless, he was right again. I do enjoy an occasional lingering glance. I always have. And yes, I do choose tops which I know will plainly show my nipples poking out from my otherwise flat chest.

"A woman can be very sexy without having a chest full of 38DDs. You are proof of that." His words echoed through my brain. I believed I could look semi-sexy under the right circumstances—to the right observer. I loved my slender legs and rounded butt. I kept my black hair cut short—very short. It barely covered my ears. I liked the tomboy look it gave me. Obviously, he liked it too and thought I looked sexy, "You are proof of that." He'd said.

I was at my laptop and about to respond to him when I caught myself. Why the hell was I encouraging him by responding? The whole situation was totally creepy—he was creepy. Was I just as creepy? Why else would I engage him in conversation? My fingers disobeyed me and began typing anyway.

"Mr. Admirer:

You are not wrong." Send

"Dallas:

Thank you for being honest. I know you imagine yourself being the female characters you write about. You imagine yourself doing what they are doing—feeling what they are feeling, but that isn't what excites you most to imagine. The thing you envy most about your characters is their boldness—their daring. Imagining yourself being just as bold and daring is what gets you the most excited—what causes you to slip your fingers under your panties and busy them. Tell me I'm wrong.

Your Secret Admirer"

Gawd! Whoever this guy is, he has me pegged. How could a stranger learn something so intimate about me simply by reading my stories? Okay, so he's seen me in public and knows I don't wear a bra—that I'm flat chested. Seeing me like that should have led him to just the opposite conclusion—that I am bold and daring. How could he know that I am anything but those things?

"Mr. Admirer:

You are not wrong. How do you know those things about me?" Send.

"Dallas:

It's less important how I know, only that I do, and most importantly that you know those things about yourself. Wouldn't your life be more fun and exciting if you somehow summoned the courage to find out? You could start slow—just dip your toe in the water.

Your Secret Admirer"

So he does want more than conversation. His last email confirmed it. If I were to try the things I write about, I couldn't do it alone—I'd need a partner—more than one in some cases. And I'm sure he'd be eager to volunteer. "I'm on to your game, Mr. Secret Admirer" I said aloud with a chuckle.

"Mr. Admirer:

I'm guessing you'd like to play the part of Allen Baxter—bend me over a stuffed chair and drive your ten inch cock to the hilt in my ass. Or, would you prefer to be my husband, David, who lost the wager at work and didn't have the money to pay. You want me to take turns giving all of your coworkers blowjobs at a party we host for just that reason? Or did you have one of the other scenes in mind?" Send.

The asshole made me wait four days for his reply. That's how I knew I'd struck a nerve. He knew he was busted—that I knew he wanted more than conversation—a lot more. It pleased me to feel like I was more in control of this whole thing now.

"Dallas:

You flatter me with the whole 'ten inch' thing. The scene you mentioned, the one with Gina and Allen Baxter is one of the ways I knew you'd never experienced anal sex. I assume you've seen such a thing in a porn movie, but what they don't show the viewer in those movies is the amount of preparation even female porn stars need before they can take such a huge cock in their ass. There's a lot more to it than the movies show.

You live less than ten miles from one of the nicest nude beaches in the US—the one you had Diana visit—but you described it all wrong. Obviously, you've never been there. Wednesday is your day off. It's supposed to be eighty-five and sunny. You should go there and experience it for yourself, and no, I won't be there, so you don't have to study every person who looks at you trying to decide which one is me.

Email me afterward and let me know how it goes. I know to a certainty that you will love it.

Your Secret Admirer"

My heart was racing even before I pulled into the parking lot. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I wanted to. I'd wanted to even before his email—while writing about Diana, the exhibitionist in one of my stories. But since reading his email Sunday night, I could think of little else. I just had to do it.

I sat in my car for several minutes, watching the people come and go from the trail that led to the beach. It surprised me to see them strip naked beside their cars, and those returning from the beach were naked as well. I had assumed they would wear clothes to and from the beach, stripping only after choosing a place to lie in the sun.

"Oh well, when in Rome," I said aloud to myself. Then I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and exited my car. I left the door open, pulled off my blouse, shorts and panties, tossing them into the driver's seat. Towel and car keys in hand, I headed for the path.

I passed two couples on the path. The two men showed me appreciative smiles, and both women greeted me with "Hi" and "Enjoy". A slender single man passed and gave me a gentlemanly nod and smile. I kept my eyes on his, and if he glanced lower, I didn't catch him.

The first ten minutes or so was awkward and nerve-racking for me, but I was soon stretched out on my towel and coaching myself to breathe. There were people everywhere, all shapes and sizes. Many were just lying out and taking in the sun, but most were walking up and down the beach at the water’s edge. I finally gathered my nerve and, leaving my towel and sandals behind, joined the parade along the wet sand.

By the time I got back to my towel, I was feeling much more comfortable. I was able to relax and just enjoy the freedom of being naked without fear of being r*ped or arrested. And I'd received enough appreciative glances to make my pussy wet and tingling.

An early-thirtyish blonde woman with a wonderful body approached me, "Hi. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not at all." I replied.

Her smile grew even wider, "Great. I'm Tina Wilson." She said, offering me her hand.

"Dallas Marshall," I said as I shook her hand.

"The reason I came over is . . . well, I just hate coming out here alone. My husband is with me today, but that's rare . . . our schedules and so on. So I thought perhaps you'd like a little company next time you come out here, if I'm free of course—which I usually am."

"That would be nice. Actually, this is my first time. A friend suggested I try it, so here I am."

"First time here, or anywhere?"

"First time anywhere. I've never done the nude in public thing before."

"Oh gawd! Don't you just love it? If I had my way, I stay nude twenty-four seven, three-sixty-five. I hate wearing clothes."

"Yes, it's quite liberating, but you're right. I think it would be more fun doing it with someone."

Tina handed me a small slip of paper with her name and phone number on it. "Great." She said, "Give me a call anytime. Maybe we can come out together. Well, I'd better get back to Jay. It was wonderful meeting you, and I'm looking forward to getting to know you better."

"Nice meeting you too, and I will definitely give you a call."

(.)(.)

I thought about reporting my experience to Mr. Admirer that evening, but I thought better of it. I didn't want him to think I was too anxious to follow his orders. I waited two days before emailing him.

"Mr. Admirer:

You were right. I enjoyed the beach experience very much. I even met a nice woman who offered to accompany me there in the future. I think I would like that, so I'll probably call her before going out there again." Send.

I heard the yodel only an hour later, so I went to my computer and opened his reply.

"Dallas:

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Of course, I knew you would. Now, about the woman you met, don't be shocked or offended if her motives prove to be more than simply not going to the beach alone. Not all of course, but there are more swingers in the nudist lifestyle than any other group I can think of.

Here's a little homework assignment for you: Go through your stories and list out every sexual situation you wrote about. Then, rate them from one to ten based on how hot you found them to be—not the quality of the writing, but the situation itself. The ones which caused you to masturbate multiple times should get the highest ratings. The ones which you masturbated to only while writing it, or once afterward, get a slightly lower rating, and so on. And no, I don't want to see your list. I simply want you to put it in writing and then evaluate what you can learn about yourself from it.

Your Secret Admirer"

I was almost angry with myself for doing my "homework" that night. Would I walk off a cliff just because he told me to? But, he'd been pretty much right on target with everything so far, so I swallowed my pride and did it.

As I looked at the list of sexual situations and sex scenes after rating them though, I couldn't understand what I was supposed to be taking away from it. There were too many of them—almost a hundred.

My favorite story was one in which twin sisters teased their older brother, eventually doing everything under the sun to him and each other. My favorite scene from that story was when the brother was fucking one of them in the ass while she was eating out her sister. I envisioned myself being the one in the middle, eating my younger sister, Becky, while her twin, Josh fucked me hard and fast in the ass.

Ranking last was the scene from my "Fetish" story where two women took turns peeing in each others mouths. The scene where they knelt in front of a man and took his pee in their mouths ranked higher, but not that much higher. My favorite scene from that story was on a camping trip, and one of the women stood between two men and held their cocks while they peed. I'm not sure why, but I thought it was a very erotic visual. Does liking that particular scene make me a pervert? Why the hell did I find that scene so erotic?

Ranking very high on the list was a scene from the "Non Consensual" genre. That scene depicted a twenty-something shy girl getting drunk at a college party. She was tied up in the middle of the room, spread eagle standing up. She was totally naked, of course, and everyone at the party, males and females alike took liberties with her. I masturbated often while fantasizing that it was me in her situation. I looked in an imaginary mirror and said to my reflection; “Why the hell did that scene turn you on so much? Who the hell are you? And what have you done with Tina?”

I thought I saw a pattern, but I wasn't sure. It appeared the scenes depicting things further from something I would have the guts to do got a higher rating. Finally, I made a drastic decision. For some very strange reason, I had come to trust Mr. Admirer's judgment on such things.

"Mr. Admirer:

I know you said you didn't want to see my list, but I can't seem to learn anything from it. I'm attaching it, so you can help me evaluate it." Send

(.)(.)

The following Tuesday, I still hadn't heard back from M.A., so I placed a call to Tina. I got her voicemail. "Hi Tina. This is Dallas . . . from the nude beach. I'm thinking about going out there tomorrow. Are you available to go with me?"

An hour later, she returned my call. "I'd love to, hun, but have you looked at the weather forecast?"

I hadn't. "Ouch, no, I haven't. Is it supposed to rain?"

"There's only a fifty-percent chance, so maybe we'll get lucky. But if it rains us out, we can always have lunch or drinks or something. What time were you thinking?"

"I'm off all day, so it's up to you."

"Let's try for ten then. Hopefully it won't rain until later."

"Great! I'll meet you in the parking lot at ten."

(.)(.)

I pulled into the parking lot a few minutes early, but Tina was already there and waiting for me. It was cloudy, but not raining. When I parked and got out of my car, she came over and watched as I undressed, then moved in and gave me a tight hug, "I'm so happy you called."

I'm sure my face turned red when I felt her firm breasts press against my already taut nipples. She noticed, "Girl, if you're going to be a nudist, you're going to have to get used to getting hugged by others—males and females. It comes with the territory."

When we were lying side by side on our blankets, she let out a silly chuckle. We hadn't been talking, so I asked, "What?"

"I was just thinking about our hug earlier. It made me remember the first time I saw Jay try to dance with a woman at our favorite nudist camp. We were very new to being nudists, and she had a whole chest full of HUGE tits. It was a slow song, and he hesitated putting his hands on her. She just let out a laugh, grabbed his hands and put them on her sides, then she pulled him in. I have to laugh every time I think about it."

I chuckled, "Yeah, I'm sure it's awkward at first. Did it make him hard?" Gawd! The second the words left my mouth, I tried yanking them back. I couldn't believe I'd actually asked her that.

"No, hun, it's very rare for a man to get a hardon at a nudist camp. All newbies fear it will happen, but it rarely does. Nudism isn't sexual. It's all about the freedom. Like you said the first time we met, it's 'liberating'."

I hadn't even noticed the clouds getting darker, but it started to sprinkle. "We'd better go." I said.

On the walk back to the parking lot, Tina asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not really. I'm the manager of a restaurant, so I don't eat much on my days off."

"Drinks then. I know a nice little bar not far from here, or we could go to my place. It's only a couple of miles from here."

"Do you have Vodka?"

She giggled, "Only four or five different brands."

"Then I'll follow you."

(.)(.)

Tina and Jay lived in a very beautiful home in one of the nicer sections of town. I'm sure they had many celebrity neighbors, but I didn't ask. Before she was more than one step inside, she started pulling off her halter top and shorts. When she saw me hesitate, she smiled and said, "It's okay, hun. Jay's not home, and even if he was, he's already seen you naked. In fact, he's mentioned on more than one occasion how sexy he thinks you are."

I started undressing, "With a wife like you, I'm surprised he even noticed me, or any other woman on the beach for that matter. I'd kill to have your body."

"I'd kill to have your nipples. Gawd! I'll bet they're really sensitive."

"Uh, well yes. Sometimes too much so. I get horny at all the wrong times."

While Tina was pouring our drinks, I asked her, "Is that why you approached me? It's okay. I won't be mad."

"Do you mean because Jay thought you were sexy?"

"Yes, is that why?"

She turned and looked me straight in the eye, "No, he didn't mention that until after I left you and went back to him. I introduced myself because I hate going there alone, and I figured you did too . . . and because I thought you were sexy and someone I might like to get to know and hang out with."

I let her words soak in for several seconds while we walked over and sat on the sofa. "So, you're . . . you know."

She tilted her head back and let out a huge laugh. When she could, she looked me in the eyes again and said, "Yes, hun, I'm very bisexual and proud of it, but that's not why I wanted to meet you. Like I said, I just hate going to the beach alone. I have no hidden agenda. So tell me, Dallas Marshall, what do you do for fun?"

"I don't have much time for fun. I work six days a week, and I'm usually exhausted when I get home. I enjoy writing in my spare time."

"Oh really, what do you write? Have you been published?"

I laughed, "Published, no . . . well, not in the way you mean. I write short stories and post them online."

Tina's eyes widened, "If you tell me you're on SexStories.com, I'm going to die right here on the spot. Tell me, please."

I was shocked that she knew about that website. I almost lied and asked her what SexStories.com was, but for some reason, I was okay with telling her. "You know about that site, huh?"

Her hand flew to her chest, "Gawd yes! It’s has been responsible for me having more orgasms than I can count."

"You like reading the stories, huh?"

She laughed, "No, I've never read one, but Jay reads them all the time, and I always reap the rewards later . . . if you know what I mean. Maybe he's read some of yours. What kind of stories do you write—I mean, I know they're about sex, but what kind?"

"You mean what genre?"

"Yes, that's the word I was looking for. What genre?"

I almost lied again, but what the hell. I didn't know this woman. I had no mental attachment to either her or her husband. It's sad, but sometimes a person can be more honest with strangers than friends or relatives. "I write in all genres. I try not to limit myself."

"Oh." She said with a half gasp. "So you're experienced in all kinds of things, huh?"

I had to chuckle, "No, but my fantasies are. I've actually not done any of the things I write about. I only imagine doing them, and then I write about what I'm imagining. And just to satisfy your curiosity, I've never experienced anything other than very vanilla; heterosexual sex." And then I added with a giggle, "And not that great of sex either."

While listening to me, she seemed to enter a trance-like state, like she was remembering something from her past. Finally, she shook it off and said, "I know that feeling all too well. Before I met Jay, I couldn't imagine anything more dreadful than having to 'perform' for a man when he was in the mood and I wasn't. Men can be such pigs sometimes."

And then she watched me drain the last of my drink. She stood and held out her hand for my glass, "One more light one, and then you're cut off . . . of course, you can have more, but that would mean you spending the night here. We do have an extra bedroom, and you're welcome to use it."

"One more then—a light one. I have to work early tomorrow."

We sat and talked, laughed, and giggled for another hour, and then it was time for me to go. This time, when she hugged me before I started getting dressed, I didn't blush. I enjoyed the feeling of her firm breasts pressed against my nipples.

She gave me an innocent peck on the lips, and I left with the promise to call her prior to heading to the nude beach again.

(.)(.)

"Mr. Admirer:

You were wrong. She did not hit on me. We had a very nice time together. She is fun, and I loved hanging out with her. Have you reviewed my list? What do you think?" Send.

"Dallas:

Fantasies come in two distinct forms: First, there are those fantasies you love to masturbate to, but would never want to experience in real life . . . gang r*pe, sex with animals, swinging from King Kong’s hard dick lol, and such. Secondly, there are those fantasies you might well want to actually experience. From your list, I can't tell them apart. Perhaps it would help if you rated your list on a different scale. Rate them according to how much you would like to try it if you had the chance and could muster the courage. Those get the highest ratings.

Your Secret Admirer"

That made sense to me, but I wasn't sure I was comfortable sharing it with someone else.

(.)(.)

Friday, I changed the management schedule at the restaurant. I took the evening shift and had one of my two assistant managers cover the morning shift. He was elated. That meant he would have Saturday night off. And I was happy to have the morning and afternoon free. It was supposed to be a gloriously warm and sunny day. "Hi Tina, its Dallas. I'm heading to the beach in the morning. I really hope you can make it. I'll be there around ten."

I must have been in the other room when my phone rang, but the voicemail said, "It's Tina. I'll be there with bells on."

(.)(.)

We had barely stretched out on our towels when Tina giggled and then told me, "Oh my gawd! You should have seen Jay's reaction when I told him you write stories and post them on SexStories.com. He was beside himself."

"Really?"

"Gawd yes! He just kept saying how he imagined all the authors on there being shriveled up old men, and just the thought of one being as sexy as you . . . hell, he showed me one hell of a good time that night."

I chuckled, "I'm glad I could help."

She turned to look at me. Her expression was more serious. "He's begging me to get your username. It's okay if you don't want to go there, but he's beside himself wanting to know it so he can read your stories."

I thought about it for a couple of minutes before answering, "Tina, I . . . I write about things on there . . . things I've never done—some I would never want to do. I'm afraid he'll think . . . you know . . ."

"I understand, hun, so let's change the subject and just enjoy the sun. If you ever do want to share your username with him, I'll make sure he doesn't read anything into it."

We were back in the parking lot. I was just about to start getting dressed when I had an overwhelming urge to hug her. Tina seemed to sense it and moved in front of me. She waited on me to initiate the hug, and when engaged, I held onto her tighter and longer than I'm sure was appropriate.

"Wow! What was that all about?" She asked me when I withdrew, my hands still on her waist, hers still on mine.

"I . . . I don't know. It's just that I've never had a friend like you—someone I can talk to and be honest with—someone who didn't have an agenda."

Tina looked me straight in the eyes, still holding onto my waist tightly, "Girl, you shouldn't be so quick to discount my attraction to you. Every time we hug, it makes my juices start flowing. Are any of your stories about this?" She asked as she leaned in and kissed me. This was not the kiss of a generic, vanilla female friend. Our lips didn't part, and our tongues didn't meet, but it was passionate nonetheless.

While she was kissing me, I was acutely aware of her warm breasts pressing into my chest. She smelled wonderful, even after lying for three hours in the hot sun. Her lips were sensuously soft, and the whole thing caused my pussy to grow wet and begin tingling.

"Wow!" I said when our kiss ended. "I've written about that a bunch of times, but I never could have imagined it feeling . . ."

She showed me a smile, "If you liked that, how about this." And she kissed me again, her tongue parting my lips and working its way in to find mine. I'm sure a full minute passed before she withdrew and asked, "Well?"

All I could say was "Holy shit!"

"So, you're not mad at me?" She asked, biting her lower lip.

"Gawd no! That was . . . awesome."

She showed me a naughty grin, "Well, it won't happen again unless you start it. Just know that I will love it if you do."

"I'll keep that in mind."

(.)(.)

"Mr. Admirer:

You were right about Tina. She was seducing me." Send.

"My Dear Dallas:

Welcome to the real world. Go and enjoy. My hope for you is that you find all of the things you've been hoping for—even when you didn't realize you were.

Your Secret Admirer"

(.)(.)

"You should really get to know Jay." Tina said to me while we were sharing a drink at a small bar near the nude beach. "If we're going to become lovers . . . and I'm certain we are, we shouldn't leave him out totally."

My brain went into suspend mode. I couldn't believe she'd said something like that right out of the blue. "We . . . you think we . . . with your husband . . . just like that?"

She chuckled, "Yes, you and I are going to become lovers—great lovers—mind blowing orgasms and leisurely sensuous ones are in our future. But girl-girl sex, while fun and exciting in its own right, having a man there at the ready only makes it better."

"I don't . . . I mean . . . I don't know that . . . I've never . . ."

"I understand, hun. It will be just the two of us at first. That's important, but sooner or later, we're going to need a cock, and Jay has a wonderful one and he knows how to use it."

After letting her words soak in for more than a minute, I answered, "You're that sure—of me, I mean. You're sure I'm ready for something like that—to be with you—to let your husband watch and even participate?"

She showed me a warm smile, "Yes, Dallas. I'm that sure."

When we left the bar, I knew what I was going to do even before we got to our cars. I got there first and crooked a finger to her. She showed me a naughty grin, and then made a vain attempt at playing coy, "Oh, what is it, my dear?"

Without answering, I placed my hands on her shoulders and drew her to me. I kissed her on the lips briefly, withdrew long enough to show her a smile, and then kissed her more urgently. My tongue found hers and danced with it for over a minute.

When our kiss ended, I was tingling all over. She looked into my eyes and said in a low sexy purr, "I'll call Jay and tell him we need the house and some privacy for a few hours."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

(.)(.)

"Would you like to do the honors?" She asked me when we were inside her house. She held her arms out from her sides.

My hand was shaking noticeably as I reached up and pulled the string on her halter top. When it fell away, I reached around her and pulled the second string. The garment fell to the floor. I wasted no time unsnapping her shorts and pulling them down, along with her thong panties. I then stepped back and held my arms away from my sides.

I wanted to kiss her right then, to feel her beautiful breasts pressing against my chest, but as I moved forward, she turned, took my hand, and led me into the den. I sat on the sofa while she poured us each a drink. "We have time, Dallas. Just relax for a few minutes and think about all the fun we're about to have."

When Tina joined me on the sofa, she said, "Please understand, hun, I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. And if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me. You and I—hell, all lovers should communicate openly and honestly, but it's especially important when it's your first time."

"I'll be fine." I responded, "I'm fine now, and I'm sure I'm going to love every minute of this."

Hearing that, she leaned toward me and we kissed. She brought her free hand up to my chest and pressed her palm against my nipple, gently kneading the flesh around it. I moaned into her mouth "Mmmmm," and slid my free hand up to cup one of her beautiful breasts, feeling the weight of it, gliding my fingers over it.

When she broke our kiss, she placed my drink on the coffee table and drew my hands up to fondle both of her incredibly soft mounds. While I was fondling her breasts, she took a sip from her drink and purred, "We're in no hurry, and that feels wonderful, so take all the time you want."

I took her at her word. I must have fondled her breasts for fifteen minutes. I couldn't get enough of feeling them. Finally, I released one and took a sip from my drink. After replacing my glass, we kissed again. This time, it was Tina who moaned.

"Anything special you want before we go upstairs to the bedroom?"

I needed only a second to respond, "Yes." And I got up and offered her my hand. When we were both standing and facing each other, I moved in closer until her nipples were just barely touching mine. She sensed what I wanted and moved ever so slightly from side to side, causing her nipples to brush over mine. "Gawd! I love that. I was hooked the first time you hugged me at the beach. It feels . . ."

"Soft, sensual, and incredibly erotic?"

"Ya . . .yes, I couldn't have said it better myself." And then I pressed forward just a bit, pressing our nipples gently together. When I pressed more, we began kissing, and her breasts were pressed firmly to my now super taut nipples.

When we broke our kiss, I reached up and cupped her breasts, leaned back a little, and began massaging our nipples together. We moaned simultaneously. "Gawd I love that." I said, stating the obvious.

She looked me in the eyes and purred, "Yes, it feels wonderful. I guess I've never really taken the time to do it before—except with Jay's cock, of course. That feels incredible too."

"I'll have to remember to try that." I said without thinking about the implications of my words.

"You won't get any complaints from him. Are you ready to go upstairs now?"

"Can we take our drinks?"

She chuckled, "Do you need more alcohol?"

I got her meaning and giggled, "No. I don't NEED more, but it might be nice to have one handy if we take a break."

She retrieved our glasses, poured out what was left in them, and made us fresh ones. As I watched her, I was surprised at how comfortable I was with the situation—and I was surprised at how incredibly horny I was. I couldn't remember ever being so horny. Just the thought of what we were going to do had rocketed me into the clouds.

(.)(.)

We lay kissing and touching for a very long time. The softness and tenderness of it was so erotic to me. I'd never experienced anything like it. Finally though, she slid down on the bed and began licking my nipples. I thought I was going to cum right then. Seconds later, when she let her fingers trail downward and tease at my already swollen mound, I did cum. That was a first for me also. It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm, but it was definitely a very nice one. She moaned her approval, never releasing my nipple from her lips.

When she began kissing her way lower, toward my pussy, I stopped her. "I . . . if you do that, I'm going to cum so hard and often, I'll be exhausted from it. Is it okay if . . . can I play for a while first? I really want to."

Without answering, she kissed her way back up until we were kissing again. And then she rolled onto her back, "I'm all yours. Take your time. Do whatever you want, for as long as you want. This is your time. Orgasms will come later—a lot of orgasms—for both of us."

I moved slowly down to her breasts. I examined them and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have them on my chest. I kissed them and licked and sucked her nipples gently. I quickly came to understand why men love them so much. I loved them too.

After what I assumed was over fifteen minutes, I asked her, "Are you sure I can have all the time I want?"

She chuckled, "Yes, hun, we have plenty of time. Jay won't come home until I call him."

I giggled, "Oh goody" and then I spent at least another ten minutes playing with her awesome breasts. Finally though, still kissing and licking her breasts and nipples, I moved a hand lower and began lightly teasing her pussy lips. When she moaned her approval, raising her hips slightly, moving her feet up and spreading her knees, I knew she wanted more of that.

I was happy to oblige. Her pubic area was totally devoid of hair, and I marveled at how soft and sensual it felt. When my finger slid between her lips, I could feel the heat emitting from her pussy. I cupped my hand over it and just held it there, feeling the heat.

When I moved my fingers over her mound and then slid a finger to the opening of her pussy, she moaned again and raised her hips more. And when I slid a finger inside her, it met with no resistance at all. She was soaking wet. I was surprised at how her vagina felt so different than my own when they should feel the same. I decided that, when my fingers were inside me, the sensations were more from my vagina than my fingers. Now though, it was just my fingers garnering the sensations.

I used her own juices to slicken her slit, and then went higher, rubbing all around and over her already swollen clit. "Oh yes!" She moaned out in pleasure. When I looked up at her, she showed me a lustful, pleading look, almost begging me to continue, so I did.

Her clit was long—perhaps as long as my nipples. Mine was much smaller and hidden. I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted to taste her, to lick her, to suck her long clit between my lips, so I moved around. She knew what I was about to do and moaned again. "Yes, baby. Lick my pussy. I need to feel your tongue on me. I've wanted that since the first time I met you, and then I want to taste your sweet pussy. I want to feel you cum on my tongue, to taste your sweet cum."

I almost came again just from hearing her words. When I ran my tongue up the length of her slit, I was amazed at how nice she tasted. I had already slickened her with my fingers, and now, I tasted her juices. I wanted more, so I wasted no time sliding my tongue between her folds, and then down into her. I was hooked. I wanted still MORE! I couldn't get enough of her sweet taste.

It was only minutes before I felt her body start to shiver and quake. I went to her long clit and sucked it between my lips, flicking my flattened tongue over it. But when she started to cum, I dove my tongue deep inside her and I was rewarded by her slick prize. At that moment, a strange thought entered my mind, "I could be a lesbian". I loved it that much. I could barely keep my mouth in position as she heaved and bucked, but finally, she began to relax. By the time she began urging me upward and kissed me deeply, I knew for sure that I wanted to experience that again and again.

(.)(.)

"Whew! Are you sure you haven't done that before?"

I chuckled, "I'm very sure, but I can tell you this: I want to do it again. I loved every second of it. I love the taste of your cum."

She showed me a warm smile, "I think it's time for a short break. I'm glad you suggested bringing our drinks up."

(.)(.)

I lost track of how many times I came that afternoon—perhaps as many as five or six. After the first two, Tina shocked me by sliding her tongue lower and teasing my puckered ass. Gawd! I never would have dreamed that could feel so wonderful. I’d even written about it in one of my stories, but now I understood just how wrong I’d been about the sensations. It was so erotic and naughty, and that just seemed to enhance the wonderful sensations.

After my third orgasm, she actually drove her tongue in there and fucked my ass with it. I came again just from that. Of course, I reciprocated when it was my turn to go down on her again. Likewise, she came hard once while my tongue was in her ass. I loved doing that to her, even though I had no understanding of why. I do know that it made me feel deliciously naughty.

Tina obviously loved it as well, her constant moaning and verbalizations made that abundantly clear, “OH GOD YES!” Hearing that, and feeling the way her body responded with pleasurable shudders, there was no way in hell I was going to stop.

(.)(.)

All good things come to an end. Both exhausted, we took a very sensual shower, washing each other totally. While we were drying, she stated flatly, "It's time for me to call Jay. Will you stay until he gets here? I really want you to meet him and for the two of you to get to know each other."

"Sure," I answered without thinking, my mind still reeling from the three hours of intense lovemaking. "But I do have to work early tomorrow."

She pouted her lips, "Oh, that's too bad. I was so hoping you might be able to spend the night. Are you sure you can't manage it?"

"You call Jay. I'll make a couple of calls and see what I can do."

Her mood brightened instantly, "Fantastic."

While she called her husband, I hit my speed dial for one of my assistant managers. He couldn't do it, so I called the second. He agreed to switch shifts with me, so I wouldn't have to go in to work until three the following afternoon. I was set to spend the night, but still not sure if I'd made the right decision. Tina and Jay were married after all, and I was a third wheel. I wasn't sure how to play that role—what was expected of me.

"He'll be here in twenty minutes. He's been at the club, so he'll probably need a quick shower."

"I'm good for spending the night, but . . ."

"Dallas, it will be the same as with you and me. Do what you're comfortable with doing. Don't feel any pressure to do anything you're not okay with. The last thing we want is for you to feel pressured into doing something you don't want to do."

"But he's your husband, and I don't want to do anything to-"

Tina let out a huge laugh, "Hun, if I was the jealous type, I wouldn't have invited you to meet him, let alone spend the night with us. When you're in our home, there are no rules, and for sure no boundaries."

Jay was naked when he entered the den. My eyes were drawn immediately to his flaccid cock. It was impressive even soft, and it swung back and forth with every step he took. Tina and I were sitting on the sofa, sipping our drinks and chatting. Of course, there was an occasional kiss and touch, but nothing that would get things heated up again.

"Jay, this is Dallas Marshall."

His face showed his joy at finally meeting me. "Ah yes, the sexy lady from the beach. I trust you two have had a nice afternoon together."

Tina laughed out loud, "Yes, you could say that. It was Dallas' first time with another woman, and she took to it like bees to honey. We both came so hard and so many times, I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the police."

Jay looked me straight in the eyes, "My, my, that's a resounding endorsement coming from my wife. Usually, her reports to me are punctuated by a slight wave of her hand in a 'so, so' fashion. You've made quite the impression on her."

I didn't know how to respond, so I answered simply, "Beginner's luck, I guess."

That sent both of them into a wild fit of laughter. When they'd settled down, he said, "Well, I'm off to the shower." And he immediately turned and headed upstairs.

(.)(.)

While Jay was upstairs, Tina ordered Chinese for delivery—after making sure I was okay with that. When the doorbell rang, she went to the door without covering up. She was still paying the bill when her husband came downstairs.

"She loves doing that." He said with a chuckle. "We always get the fastest service in town."

I chuckled as well, "I imagine so."

"So, Dallas, what's your take on things so far?" He asked me in a sincere tone.

I thought about it for several seconds and finally decided on, "I'm not sure. There have been too many firsts to count, but I've had fun today."

"I'm glad. Tina is amazing, isn't she?"

"That's the understatement of the year."

(.)(.)

Halfway through our meal, Jay got up from the table to refill our tea glasses. His cock was standing straight up. He was totally shaven, but I already knew that from seeing him earlier. His cock looked both powerful and beautiful. I sensed that neither of them would think ill of me for unabashedly staring at it. I couldn't pull my eyes from it. I guessed it to be in the seven or eight inch range and very thick. Seeing it, Tina let out a silly giggle and said to me, "My, my, it looks like someone likes looking at you, even if through just one eye."

Jay chuckled, "I do indeed." And then he swayed his hips, causing his hard cock to swing from side to side playfully. I felt awkward not saying something, so I said, "I guess we'd better hurry and finish eating."

"We can have tube steak for dessert." Tina said with another giggle.

Jay responded, "Ooooo, I do like the sound of that."

"Like you need to tell us that. Dallas, have you ever known a man to turn down a blowjob?"

"No Ma'am, and especially not a doubleheader—which I've written about but never done. I can't wait to try it."

When we were all finished eating, Tina refused to let me help her clean up. She insisted that Jay and I move to the den and "get better acquainted." My eyes widened when I saw her wink and show me a naughty grin.

I sat on the sofa while Jay poured drinks for the three of us. His cock hadn't dwindled a bit, but waved proudly out in front of him. I was surprised when he sat in the stuffed chair instead of joining me on the sofa, but I was happy about that. I just didn't feel right about being so close to him without Tina there with us.

"So, Dallas, are you going to tell me your online username, or keep me guessing for the rest of my life?"

I was tempted to tell him, but I couldn't force myself to. Finally I told him the truth about why I was reluctant, "I would, and I know this is going to sound stupid, but until today I'd never done any of the things I've written about. And I was so, so wrong about what it would be like to have sex with another woman, I'm sure I was probably just as wrong about the other things as well. A friend of mine from the website even told me that he could tell from my writing that I'd never experienced any of those things."

He let my words soak in for a few seconds, and then he nodded, "That's understandable. I assume most of the authors on there would be hesitant to let people they know read their stories."

"I will tell you this, though: I've been thinking about creating another username and posting future stories under that username. This time, I'm only going to write about things I've actually done. I won't mind giving you that username at all. In fact, I would appreciate you and Tina reading them before I post them so you can give me your opinion and make suggestions."

"Now THAT would be awesome!"

I didn't get why he'd reacted that way. "What?"

"Don't you see? Since Tina and I are going to be the ones you experience so many firsts with, we'll know that you're writing about us, even if you change the names and descriptions. That would be hot as hell, and I'll bet even Tina will want to read them."

"Read what?” Tina asked as she entered the den, "And why the hell are you sitting all the way over there? I'd hoped you two would be enjoying a little 'alone time'.”

"We were." Jay responded, and then he told her my idea for writing future stories under a different username.

She sat beside me and sipped her drink, the fingertips of her other hand trailing up and down my thigh. "Jay, honey, why don't you move the coffee table back and come stand in front of Dallas. If she's going to write about your gorgeous cock, she needs to have a good look at it—and not while having to concentrate on other things that might be going on later."

Seconds later, Jay was standing right in front of me. Tina had moved my knees apart so he could stand between my legs. Then he put one hand on his hip and held his glass in the other. Tina purred in my ear, "Don't be shy, hun. Have a good long look. Hell, we've been together for thirteen years, and I still love looking at it. Isn't it the most beautiful cock you've ever seen?"

I grinned at her, "I thought that the instant he stood up in the kitchen. I really think it's awesome . . . and beautiful to look at." After another minute, I added, "I have a confession. I don't think I've ever really had a chance to look at one—not like this. The few men I've been with . . . when they got hard, they just wanted to get busy. They wanted it in my mouth or pussy immediately."

Jay let out a chuckle, "That's because most men have a hidden fear of losing their erection and not being able to get it back if they wait too long. I don't have to worry about that—not with Tina around anyway. She knows just what to do."

While he was talking, Tina moved her hand from my leg and cupped his heavy balls. When she released them, she returned her hand to me, but not on my thigh. She placed it right on my pussy and just held it there without moving it.

I desperately wanted to touch it. "May I?"

"Of course, hun, you can do anything you want. Please don't ever feel you have to ask permission."

So I reached up and slid my fingers around it. I could feel it throbbing and twitching in my hand. It felt warm and wonderful and strong.

After a couple of minutes of my holding and feeling it, Tina must have sensed what I had an overwhelming urge to do, "It's okay, Dallas. Play with it, kiss it, lick it, anything you want . . . for as long as you want. The evening is still young. We have plenty of time. Jay won't rush you. He knows he's going to cum more than once tonight, so you can play as long as you want. Isn't that right, Dear?"

"Of course, but I would like another drink."

Hearing that, Tina released my pussy, took our glasses and walked to the bar. Before handing them to us though, she sat them on the coffee table and gave Jay a long passionate kiss. Then she moved to me and bent over, giving me the same kind of kiss. While she was kissing me, Jay's cocked jumped in my hand. When she stood up, I giggled, "His cock jumped while you were kissing me."

"That's because I love watching Tina with another woman. It's my favorite thing to watch her do. I never tire of seeing it."

I giggled again, "Then I hope you have plenty of opportunities to watch us tonight. I really, really love everything we did today." I took a sip of my fresh drink and handed it back to Tina. And then I wasted no time leaning forward and kissing the head of Jay's magnificent cock.

I kissed and licked up and down his long shaft for a good while, then I took the head between my lips. I knew I wouldn't be able to take much of it into my mouth. It was simply too thick, but I forced myself to press on. Actually, I surprised myself by taking a little more than half of it, but it did really stretch my jaws.

When I let it slip from my mouth and looked at Tina, she was grinning from ear to ear. Evidently, she liked watching another woman suck her husband's beautiful cock. She winked at me, her grin never fading, so I slid my lips over it again and swirled my tongue around the head.

After only another minute, I told them both, "I'm sorry, but I need to pee."

"Go on, hun, I'll keep him occupied while you're gone."

So I got up and practically ran to the bathroom. While I was sitting on the toilet, I kept thinking "I can't believe I'm actually doing this, but so help me, I love it. I love all of it."

When I returned to the den, Tina was on her knees on the floor in front of her husband. He'd turned to one side, so when I sat, I had a perfect closeup view of the action. I was amazed at her ability to take all of Jay's cock into her mouth, and several times, I saw her tongue sneak out and lick his balls while she had it all the way in her mouth. I couldn't imagine ever being able to do that.

When I'd been watching for a couple of minutes, Tina said to me, "I thought this was supposed to be a double-header blowjob. Come join me."

She moved around to the far side of him, so I slid to the floor. We each licked up and down his shaft and took turns putting him in our mouths. There was a lot of tongue touching between us, and Jay moaned his delight when we abandoned his cock briefly to kiss. I especially loved kissing her with the head of his cock between our lips. That was so hot; it made my already wet pussy even wetter.

"That's what I'd like to be doing when he cums." I said to Tina.

"Hell yeah!" Jay chimed in.

"I'd like that too." Tina agreed, as she slid her hand around his shaft near the base and began stroking him. We continued licking and kissing his cock and putting him in our mouths, even as she tightened her grip and stepped up the pace of her stroking.

My hand was on the back of Jay's thigh and I felt his muscles begin to twitch. "Any time now." He announced, so we switched back to his head, both swirling our tongues over it.

I knew it was time, but the first spurt of his hot cum still startled me. Tina put her free hand on the back of my head and drew my mouth firmly to hers with just the tip of Jay's cock between us. He came and came. I thought I'd gag before his spurts finally began to subside. When they did, Tina moved his cock away so that we could kiss passionately, sharing what we'd gathered with each other.

When we broke our kiss, she pointed to her husband's still oozing cock and said, "Go on, you can have the rest, but you have to share it with him."

When I glanced up at Jay, his grin told me he expected it, and enjoyed it even, so I took his shriveling cock in my mouth and milked the rest of his cum from it, being careful not to swallow it. Then I got to my feet. He didn't wait for me to initiate the kiss. He immediately pulled me in and kissed me deeply, taking his cum from me with his tongue. I thought that was possibly the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced.

(.)(.)

"Gawd I'm so fucking horny I'm afraid I'll pass out." I told them both when we were sitting enjoying what was left of our drinks.

Tina laughed, "Me too, hun, but we need to pace ourselves. It's going to be a long night, and I really, really want to watch him fuck you—if you have no objection."

"No, no objection but . . ."

"But what, hun?"

"I really loved the way you made me cum, and I wouldn't mind my first good one of the evening happening that way."

Hearing that, Tina grabbed the small pillow from her end of the sofa. "Lay back and raise your hips. We'll take care of that right now." And then she slid the small pillow under me to give her easier access.

Jay pulled his chair over to get a better view. Now, I could look at him from time to time, but I mostly watched Tina and what she was doing to me. I knew it wasn't going to take long. I felt the first tremors of orgasm starting to build. Tina must have felt it as well, because she immediately shoved her tongue deep into my ass. GOD! There it was again, that almost indiscernible feeling. The sensations reverberated through my whole body, and especially my clit. That did it. I'm sure I let out a loud cry when it hit me.

When I was semi-recuperated, Jay said with a chuckle, "I see you two have something else in common."

Tina giggled, "Ya think?"

(.)(.)

"You really like watching him fuck other women?" I asked Tina while Jay was in the bathroom.

"Yes, hun, I do, and he loves watching me get fucked hard and fast, and he loves watching me give other men blowjobs. But like he told you earlier, his favorite is watching me with another woman. I don't personally care that much for getting fucked by other men. I prefer giving them blowjobs, but my favorite thing, other than with Jay, of course, is other women. I love that more than I can describe. My absolute favorite is being with Jay and another woman. I would forget all the rest of it if I could have that all the time."

"Me too." Jay said as he entered. "And speaking of that, I think it's time to retire to the bedroom."

It wasn't long before I was on my knees on the bed, my mouth on Tina's pussy. I had my ass stuck in the air, and I knew I would be feeling the head his cock against my opening any second. Sure enough, it was there only seconds later. Her husband began working his huge cock into my drenched pussy. Gawd! It felt like I was being split open, but in a good way. When he hit bottom, my pussy felt totally full, so much so that I was a little disappointed when he began slowly pulling his cock out of me, only to reward me again by pushing it slowly back in.

A couple of minutes in though, he began rocking his hard cock into me hard and fast. In that position, he could really drive that magnificent cock of his deep into my pussy. And when he pushed a slickened finger into my ass, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

I must have cum three times in the thirty minutes or so he was fucking me. Every time I looked up at Tina, she had a huge grin on her face. She came hard twice while I was eating her, and I loved the taste and feel of her slick cum. The whole time her husband was fucking me, she kept encouraging him, "That's right, baby, fuck her tight pussy. Show her what that awesome cock of yours can do."

When she sensed he was close to cumming, she stepped up her coaching, "Oh yes, baby, fill her pussy with your sweet cum. Fill her up so you can watch me eat her and suck your cum out of her pussy."

He did just that. He buried his thick cock deep inside my pussy and barely moved it as he shot load after load of hot cum inside me. When he was finished, Tina rolled away from me. "Don't move." She instructed. And then I watched her clean her husband's cock with her tongue. When she was done, she knelt behind me and began licking and slurping his cum from my dripping pussy. Still not satisfied, she lay on her back and had me squat over her face so the rest of his cum would drip down into her waiting mouth.

(.)(.)

An hour later, Jay fucked me again, but this time, I was on top of him and she was sitting on his face. I rode his wonderful cock harder and faster and for longer than I’d ever ridden a cock in my life. I simply couldn’t get enough of it. That time, I'm sure he lasted over an hour. I didn't last that long though. I rolled off of him, totally exhausted and watched as Tina finished off him in a sixty-nine.

I'm not sure what time it was when we finally fell asleep, but I do know I'd never cum so hard or so many times in my life.

(.)(.)

By the time I got home from work the next night, I was too exhausted to use my computer. The next evening though, I emailed Mr. Admirer and gave him an accounting of what I'd experienced with Tina and Jay. I'm not sure why, but I gave him much, much more detail than I had intended. Finally, after thanking him for giving me the nudge that eventually led to everything I'd experienced since his first email, I ended the email with, "I want to meet you."

His reply came within minutes:

"Dallas:

Do you have off next Saturday?

Your Secret Admirer"

I answered back almost immediately with "Yes, I can arrange to be off on Saturday."

"Dallas:

If you're sure you are ready to meet, be at that same nude beach at eleven a.m. Go alone. I'll find you.

Your Secret Admirer"

(.)(.)

I was very nervous, but I wasn't sure why. It was a public place and there were many, many people around. I was trying very hard not to watch people as they approached from both directions, so I lay back on my towel and closed my eyes behind my sunglasses.

"Dallas," a female voice said.

When I opened my eyes, I got the shock of my life. Standing at my feet, totally nude was my younger brother and his twin sister. "Josh!" I half screamed when I could manage, "Becky! What the . . . What are you two doing here for Christ's sakes?"

They just laughed and spread out a towel beside mine. They both sat on it cross legged facing me. Finally, Becky said, "We're your secret admirer."

I gasped, "No way! Tell me this is someone's idea of a joke."

"It's no joke." My brother said, shaking his head.

"Dal, have you ever wondered why the two of us never got married—why we both still live in Mom and Dad's house?" Becky asked me.

When our parents split up, our Mother went to live with her sister. She said the house had too many bad memories for her to handle. Dad moved and later was killed in a car accident. The house was paid for, so Becky and Josh just kept living there. All I could do was shake my head.

Becky began, "We've been lovers since long before you and mom moved out—many years before that."

My brain was reeling. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Lovers? The two of you?"

"Oh don't act so shocked." Becky scolded me. "It happens more than you might think, and if you hadn't thought it was acceptable, you wouldn't have written about it."

Josh added, "We're just like any other couple, and people don't question that we're married because we have the same last name."

Their words were still echoing around in my brain. I couldn't think straight. "Years?"

Becky let out a silly giggle, "Yes, Dal, many years."

During the conversation, I'd forgotten all about being totally naked. But now that fact came rushing back to me. "Shit, I can't believe I'm laying here naked with my brother and sister sitting right here."

Becky giggled again, "We come here a lot. We love it out here."

Finally, Josh said, "Dal, you look like you could use a stiff drink. Follow us back to the house and we'll answer all of your questions." And with that, he stood up and offered me his hand.

(.)(.)

On the drive to the house I grew up in, some things occurred to me. The three us hadn't been very close in many years. We still talked on the phone every couple of weeks or so, and sometimes we'd meet for lunch or dinner. But they had never invited me to the house since mom moved away. Now I understand why. They probably didn't want to go to all the trouble of making it look like they slept in separate bedrooms. To everyone else, they were married.

They both had attended the same local state college so they could commute from home. I couldn't remember either of them talking about a new girlfriend or boyfriend. I'm not sure why, but our conversations were usually short—just checking to make sure we were all okay.

I'd seen Becky naked many times when I was living in mom's house. She'd always had a nice body and cute face, but she had filled out more now. She had a shapely butt and legs that looked great in blue jeans or shorts. She had smallish breasts, but still a lot more than me—probably 34Bs now. Another change was her totally shaved pussy. I hadn't meant to look, but with her sitting cross legged two feet from my face, that little tidbit was impossible to miss.

I had successfully managed not to look at Josh's cock, but the fact that he'd blossomed into a fine specimen of a man was inescapable. He was tall, probably six one, with broad shoulders and rippling muscles. He'd been a jock in high school, and I guess he'd kept up his workouts. Of course, we all had the same black hair. He wore his in a crew-cut; while Becky let hers grow almost to her shoulders. Unlike me, she looked very feminine.

When we stepped inside the front door, I got yet another shock. Just like Tina and Jay, they both stripped immediately. "C'mon" Becky insisted, "It's the new house rules."

"New as of when?" I inquired.

"Since you told us about your new friends doing it. We loved the idea, so we adopted the 'no clothes in the house rule too'.

Begrudgingly, I stripped down to nothing. After all, they'd already seen me in all my glory on the beach. Josh went into the kitchen to make our drinks, while Becky and I went into the living room.

While Josh was still in the kitchen, Becky told me about reading my long email to Mr. Admirer about what all happened at Tina and Jay's a few days before. "Damn, that was some hot email. Josh was reading it aloud to me and I started sucking him off early on. He shot one of the biggest loads I can remember."

"Oh Gawd! TMI, way, way too much information."

She looked at me hard. Josh was just entering with our drinks when she said, "Dallas, you can cut the bullshit right now. I mean it—or do I have to remind you which one of the sex scenes in your stories got your top rating of things you'd like to do in real life?"

I knew I was busted. I could feel my face grow hot with a blush. I couldn't respond.

"Oh yeah," Josh said with a chuckle, "it was the one about you eating out your sister while getting nailed in the ass by your brother, wasn't it? Am I right, Becky, or am I remembering it all wrong?"

"No, sweetie, you're remembering it perfectly. Isn't he, Dal?"

To rub it in my face more, Josh added, "Seems like I remember them doing a lot of other things before that though, or am I confusing it with another story?"

"No sweetie, you're memory is great. They did a lot of other things before they worked up to that."

I'd had enough, "Okay, okay, I give. You two can stop reminding me. I give already."

"Good!" Becky said, "So, can we cut the bullshit now?"

"Yes" I mumbled. "You've got me dead to rights. I've fantasized about fucking both of you many, many times. You can have your laugh. I deserve it."

Becky got very serious, "Dal, we're not laughing. We want to do all of the things you wrote about and more . . . with you."

Simply stated, I was speechless.

(.)(.)

Later that afternoon, I had to pee. Becky followed me into the bathroom. When we were both finished on the toilet and had washed up, she pulled me to her and said, "Anything that happens out there is for all of us to share, but I need one thing first."

"What?"

"This," and she leaned in and kissed me deeply. When we broke our kiss, she said, "Thank you. I needed that to be just between us—not a show we put on for him."

"I understand that all too well."

(.)(.)

It was strange just sitting around naked and chatting with my brother and sister about a wide range of topics, but it was nice too. Since the air had been cleared and we all understood the situation, there was no need to rush into anything.

By six p.m., and after having a nice meal, we said our goodbyes and I left. Of course, the parting was special, and it really got my juices flowing. Being kissed passionately by my younger brother and feeling his cock grow between us was hot. And kissing my sister deeply while he watched, feeling her nice breasts pressing against my nipples was special too.

The minute I got inside my house, I made a drink and, leisurely at first, began playing with my pussy. Of course, that changed soon, and I got myself off with my fingers twice before going to bed.

(.)(.)

When I got home from work the following day, I went straight to my computer. I'd been thinking about it all day.

"Mr. Admirer:

You won't believe what happened to me yesterday . . ."

And I told him all about it, pretending I didn't know who my Secret Admirer really was. After telling him all of the details of the day before, I continued:

"Nothing much happened, except for sharing a passionate kiss with each of them, but I know it will be different if they invite me to their home again. I'm sure we will do anything and everything imaginable. I hope to hear from them soon. I might even cash in some of my vacation days.

Dallas" Send.

It wasn't but a few hours until I got a response.

“My Dearest Dallas:

I'm one hundred percent sure they will invite you back into their home. How could they not? You are so beautiful and sexy, and to them, you are the big sister who helped take care of them when they were sick, helped them with their homework, counseled them about boyfriends, and girlfriends, and consoled them when their day didn't go well. You covered them with your parents when they fucked up. You helped them pick the right clothes to wear on special occasions, and you didn't mind when they were brats and pestered you. Yes, I'm sure they will invite you back into their home, and if you give them enough notice, I'm sure they will take an equal amount of time from their daily lives to be excellent hosts.

Your Secret Admirer"

The End

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