Archive-name: 3plus/florida.txt

Archive-author: Bill

Archive-title: Florida Heat



                         OPEN MARRIAGE:  CHAPTER 1

                               "FLORIDA HEAT"

                                   By Bill







    We were vacationing on Florida's west coast last fall when I suggested

to Ellen that she should date other men.  Misunderstanding me, she was a bit

irritated.  We'd never had any problems in our 8 years of marriage, so it was

a bit difficult explaining why.  We were discussing this a half hour before

sunset while we were in our swimwear, washing our Porsche on the narrow strip

of grass separating the rented house and the beach.  Eventually, she was

convinced that this wasn't a ploy to allow me to fool around.  She'd been so

opposed to the suggestion that I was surprised when she finally caved in,

saying she would at least consider my proposal; she was even smiling as she

admitted that the idea did, after all, seem exciting.  I asked only that she

tell me about these dates.



    Ellen had been a model for beachwear, cosmetics, and fashion until we

married.  Her measurements are the same now as then.  She's 5'8", has shoulder

length black hair, the rare color of brilliant, gray eyes, and a figure that

turns the heads of both sexes.  Here, in her white string-bikini, she looked

even more appealing.



    The car now shined like new.  I was lifting the portable vacuum when

we glanced toward a young blond man walking up from the beach, a sketch pad

beneath an arm.  He was wearing a light blue button down shirt with epaulets

and khaki safari slacks.  Introducing himself as Greg, an art student at a

local college, he asked directions to a nearby diner.  Greg was 24, 5'11",

with a lithe body and tanned face.  He looked more like a surfer than an

artist.



    Ellen bent to pick up the chamois and her white hip-length terry robe.

Stretching just beyond his vision, she smiled, tossing me a quizzical nod.  I

picked up her cue, smiled, and told him, "We haven't eaten either."  Turning

to Ellen, I blurted, "What would you think about having a starving student

over for dinner?"  Ellen beamed as she agreed, enthusiastically, "Terrific

idea," and turning to Greg to appraise him, offered, "How about lobster?"



    He declined politely, but upon Ellen's urging, decided she was

sincere, and grinned, "I love lobster, thanks."



    I walked behind Greg, his gaze following Ellen's tall beach-robed

figure up the flagstones to the back door.  In the kitchen, Ellen slipped

on a pair of white, high heeled pumps, accentuating her long legs.  Greg

turned frequently to look at her as she prepared dinner.



    He was living with two roommates in a rented duplex two blocks from

the college.  He knew little about sports, and I knew little about art, so

the conversation was strained until Ellen joined us.  After dinner, Ellen

took a shower, then returned in a long, low cut blue robe to sit on the

floor between me in a chair and Greg on the couch.  She was wearing nothing

beneath the satiny material that clung to her body, contouring her nipples.



    I set chips and dip on the rattan coffee table and opened a bottle

of white wine for Greg and me and a diet drink for Ellen.  There was no

mistaking the sexual electricity radiating between them.  Their eyes locked

as they exchanged stories of their lives before Florida.  His gaze fell now

and then to her bared leg and to the smooth, midnight blue material that

exposed the pale sides of her breasts.  Occasionally a word would catch in

their throats.  Both swallowed in excitation when their hands brushed as

she offered him potato chips, her hand lingering to touch his.  Because

Greg was lean and hardened, I doubted that he usually ate snacks; still,

he didn't refuse, allowing him another opportunity to caress her hand.

She asked him to teach her some basic sketching rules, suggesting that

they do so in the "Florida room."  In Long Island, we'd have called the

room Eden.



    She preceded him into the room, tuned the stereo to a soft FM

station, then came out to search for a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

She whispered her plan, then returned to Greg, closing the door.



    As she suggested, I slipped out of the house, drove the car a block

away, locked it, and sprinted back to an area between the darkened hedge and

the Florida room's broad shuttered window.  All other lights in the house were

now turned off.  The summer heat had allowed us to keep the glass shutters

open, so I could hear everything they said.



    Ellen was curled along side him on the couch.  A half hour later,

their conversation diminished to whispers and soft laughter.  She glanced

beyond the window but was unable to see me in the darkness. Turning back to

Greg, she pursed her lips and inquired, "Do you like to dance?"  When he

murmured something about not knowing how to "slow dance," she playfully

offered to teach him "as payment for the art lesson."  He accepted, his

speech slurring from the wine's intoxication.  She turned the dimmer switch

until a soft glow bathed the room, then held out her hand, beckoning him.

They melded together, swaying, her cheek gently brushing his.  He stroked

her hair.  He held her for moments after the second song had ended, then

turned away to drink the last of the champagne from his glass.



    Ellen's face was flushed, her soft lips trembling with fear and

passion.  Now, as Ellen danced slowly with Greg, she swallowed nervously,

glancing to his engorged manhood surging beneath his slacks.  Another melody

drifted from the stereo.  She closed her eyes as he reached for her.  The

tips of her fingers traced a sensuous path down his neck.  Her tremorous

mouth formed an "oh" as her lips touched his.  Ellen's hips gyrated in eager

passion.  Greg opened her robe, sliding it from her shoulders.  Her nipples

were erect.  Her body trembled in excitation.  Greg shuddered as the robe

fluttered to the floor.  She blushed as he pulled her to him, his lips

crushing hers.  Ellen's hands tremored as she removed his shirt.  Her legs

shaking, she sank to her knees to unbuckle his belt.  She pulled his slacks

down his long legs, her full lips brushing his chest and stomach.  The largest

member she'd ever seen burst free.  She gulped fearfully, her eyes widened in

disbelief.  On her knees, cringing in terrified awe as Greg's long cock swayed

before her, she looked like a sacrificial virgin worshiping at a serpentine

alter.  Shuddering, she licked her crimson lips.  Her full pale breasts were

rippling with passion.  I could feel the desire radiating between them as

her mouth strained to encircle his shaft that was curving up from the tuft

of blond pubic hair.  Ellen was moaning; her hips were rolling back and forth

like waves softly advancing on the sands, then retreating from the beach.



    Greg gaped at his glistening manhood as the fullness of her lips

glided along its length.  As he glanced to the pulsing blue numbers of a

shelftop's digital clock, he tremored, "What if your husband returns early

from work?"  She muttered, her soft voice quaking, "He won't.  He works near

Tampa Bay and won't be home until eight in the morning."



    Effortlessly, he lifted her from the floor and lowered her to the

couch. Tasting her melon-like breasts, he sucked each firm, reddened nipple

until they stood out like spikes.  Her face was burning, her breath hissing

out like a radiator about to burst.  Ellen pressed her breast's soft ripeness

against his face, her cries of pleasure piercing the room's air.  She squeezed

his cock, its purple, bulbous head surging inches beyond the breadth of her

small fist.  Now, mewing in ardor, she had forgotten that I was watching.



    I envied Greg's length.  My shaft was now as hard as his as I unzipped

and pulled it from my slacks.  I began pumping slowly, watching the scene play

out before me.  He pushed her trembling legs apart.  I realized then that she'd

shaved her pubic hair while in the shower.  His lips grazed her swollen cli-

toris, causing her body to shimmy as she rotated her smooth mound against his

mouth.  He moved up her body until his tongue was twirling against hers.  Her

body shivered, her eyes following the slow downward path of his extended shaft

as he mounted her.  Her eager cunt quivered upward to touch the intrusive

member.  She moaned, tears of pleasure pooling in her eyes as his broad

cock-head pushed through her creaming cuntal folds.  Her fervid tunnel now

engulfed his shaft as she hissed, "Ohhhhh, GREG, I'm on FIRE!  It's all FOR

YOU!  For YOU!"  And then, she was wailing with lust as he pistoned deep

within her. Ellen thrashed her head from side to side.  Her hips swirled as

she reveled in his heated fucking.  Swinging her legs around his shoulders,

she pressed her back against the cushions, squealing, her eyes glistening

with tears.  Her face registered surprise with each steaming entry of his

massive cock as she cried, "Oh god!  GREG!  I've never FELT like this!"



    Thrusting into her quaking pussy, Greg was emersed in the culmination

of their lust.  His jaw slackened.  His chest heaved as he looked down on her

rolling eyes.  He moaned unintelligible noises I could remember making as a

young Marine with women who were never as gorgeous as Ellen!  I couldn't have

imagined fucking a woman that beautiful!  A MARRIED woman!



    Her body shimmied.  Unable to take her eyes off the monstrous cock

ramming into her shaved pussy, she cried, "Oh, Greg, I LOVE your cock!  God

HELP me!  I LOVE FUCKING YOU!"



    I was drugged with a time-stilling sensation as she rolled, pulling

Greg beneath her.  Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock,

her fiery well of passion sucking in his long, steaming poker.  Gaping at

her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as she bucked against him, Greg

murmured, "Yes, Ellen, I love it too!  I love fucking YOU!"



    I now leaned against the window so closely, I could smell the

perspiration steaming from their enflamed bodies.  I was stroking my

elongated member in rhythm with my heart, which was thumping like a

sledgehammer.



    Greg disengaged, pushing Ellen to her knees on the carpet, mounting

her from the rear.  She reached behind, allowing her trembling fingers to

stroke his length.  Feeling his enormous hardness, she cried out in yearning!

Bracing her arms against the carpet, she spread her knees to accomodate his

large tool as it entered her cunt.  She gasped.  Her mouth and eyes widened

as he pushed deeper.  Ellen shuddered, aflame with desire.  Her voice quaking,

she pleaded, "Oh, Jesus, Greg!  GIVE it to me!  I NEED your cock!"  With tears

streaming down her cheeks, she pleaded for every inch of his monster, slowly

thrusting its way deep within her lubricated pussy.  And although he was

entering her for the second time, she cried out, "Oh, GOD!  You're splitting

me apart!"  Her eyes were wild, her body flaming in a crimson blush.  But when

he had sunk his shaft its full length, she wailed, "Oh, YES!  Greg!  YES-S-S!"

Now, as they united in blazing passion, she was sobbing.  They were thrashing

about like hellish demons.  The yolks of her eyes rolled.  She fucked back

against him wildly in long strokes, his large balls slapping the mounds of

her buttocks.



    I'd never seen Ellen so overcome with lust!  The sheer joy of watching

them was incredible!  Until that night, I'd never heard my wife swear, but now,

white hot with passion, she was brazenly pleading, "Oh, God DAMN!  FUCK me!

FUCK me, Greg!  Oh, JESUS!"  Ellen was rolling her head in wide circles.  Her

eyes told me she felt the on rushing orgasm that would soon overtake them.

The smell of their sex permeated the warm night air.  And then Greg, his face

contorted, was shrieking, "I'm coming, I'm COMING!  Oh, GOD!"  He lifted his

head high and groaned, increasing his tempo.



    Her soft lips formed a tremoring "oh" with each entry.  Ellen was

positively radiant as she turned to look at him.  His hips hammered the

roundness of her buttocks.  She matched his every thrust as she squealed,

"Oh GOD!  It's so GREAT, Greg!  Come WITH me!  I LOVE it!  I love YOU!

Oh, yes, I LOVE YOU!"



    As I watched her face register each blissful quake she felt within,

I could feel her explosive orgasm building within her.  And then it came!

The sexual thunder was surging through them like an avalanche. She shut her

eyes tightly, sobbing as they came in unison, their bodies and minds

intertwined in cosmic eruptions.  I was coming for what seemed an eternity.

I sank to a knee, my cock hanging limply.  I hadn't realized how loudly I'd

groaned until moments later when I saw Greg walking over to lean against the

back of the couch to peer out the window.



    He was startled for a moment but then grinned, "I really didn't know

you were still here.  Was it okay?"  He was asking for my approval, not

whether I'd enjoyed it.  I zipped my fly.  "I asked Ellen to give herself

to you.  I hope you don't feel used."



    He breathed, uncomfortably, "I've never had a greater gift."



    I believed him.  I walked to the door.  Ellen greeted me, her gray

eyes ablaze in lust.  Her breath huffed in short bursts as she removed my

clothes.  Grasping Greg's shaft, then mine, she led us to the shower.  A

dim light filtered through the door from the hallway.  Beneath the pounding

water, our mouths and tongues pleasured Ellen until the water heater gave up.



    Now, burning with desire, we toweled off and stumbled into our bedroom.

Ellen took turns with us until, finally exhausted, she crawled to Greg, placed

her elbows on his chest and looked into his eyes as if in worship. "I love

you," she told him as she stroked my cock behind her.  "I love Bill, but I

also love YOU.  Can you understand that?"



    I wasn't jealous of Ellen's comment.  Her revelation told me just how

much the experience meant to her.  I wish that I could say that we were with

Greg many more times, but we left our vacation cottage the next day.  A letter

we'd mailed to Greg was returned, stamped, "Addressee has moved. Current

address unknown."  However, that experience changed our lives, as you'll

read in future stories.  As things turned out, she met two other young men

who reminded her a great deal of Greg - David who lives near us, and Brad who

visited us from Long Island.  But those are Ellen's story, and she wanted to

tell you herself, in future stories.



    Only later did I realize my desire to share Ellen had long been within

me.  My voyeuristic tendencies, the pleasure I receive from watching other men

enjoying her beauty, were manifestations of this.  I think I relive my original

attraction to Ellen through other men.  Ellen now admits she enjoys this life

style, somehow understanding that I'd always taken pride in watching others

admire her.  It's not just to please me; she loves being fucked by other men

and, when possible, allows me to watch.  Now, of course, she has refined her

talent for attracting their attention.



        Now, a year later, I have watched Ellen seduce, and seduced by,

countless men.  Each time is a unique experience; with each seduction,

another threshhold is crossed into what Ellen describes as her "path to

mega-lust and super-adultery."  Once, she was fucked by three friends of

mine at one time, at a card party at our home while I watched the scene in

its entirety.  She has had experiences with other younger men as well.



    As bizarre as our life style may seem to others, the arrangement has

had an interesting side effect.  I haven't once considered cheating.  Frankly,

affairs with other women could never be as exciting.



        A few months after our encounter with Greg, I left town for a few days

to attend an engineering seminar.  Ellen, as usual, didn't go, twisting the

paths of our lives into another unexpected direction.



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