Gilly, Chapter 10

Chapter 10

After we had both awakened the next morning, I told Brad that we'd be having dinner guests that evening, and for him to prepare one of his better meals. I then told him Angie's sad story, and explained what she had tried to do to her husband, Andy, but had been unable to carry through.

Brad was silent for a long time, then said, "That's sad. I hope that you're able to help them. It hadn't occurred to me that a man would want to be nullified because of a situation like that, but I can see how it might work for them. What do you plan to do?"

I told him that I first had to be 100% sure that Angie was trustworthy, and if that proved to be the case, then I'd probably take her to the club and introduce her to Madeleine and Milly. Those two would know just exactly what to do, or even whether or not to do anything at all. I certainly knew that I hadn't had enough experience to advise Angie about such things.

Neither of us felt very horny after talking about Angie's problem, so we got dressed and took care of the things that we normally did on Sundays. Brad planned his menu for our dinner, then went grocery shopping. I washed the clothes that he couldn't yet be trusted to clean correctly. As I thought about how much of the housework he was now handling on his own, and how much more would fall to him when he learned the routines, I thought once again how good it was to be a slave owner. I heartily recommend it to any woman out there who is reading this story.

We showered, and he shaved, a short while before our guests were to arrive. I told him which clothes to get for me, and then let him dress me. He always did that now when there was time, and seemed to especially like doing it. He had begun to say things to please me while he dressed me. As he put on my panties, he said, "Now Heaven's gate is being concealed from prying eyes." When he placed my blouse over my upper body, then buttoned it, he said, "It's such a shame to hide the most beautiful breasts in the whole world." I always appreciated his comments, even when I would pretend to be exasperated at such a waste of time.

As he finished dressing me, he asked, "Shall I dress too, or do you want me to remain naked?" His question served to reaffirm that his servitude was becoming more and more complete, and it pleased me. I told him that it would probably be best for him to be clothed at first anyway, although I might tell him to strip later on. In the back of my mind, I still harbored uneasy thoughts about opening our home to what were essentially strangers, and then to reveal our most intimate secrets to them.

About five minutes until 6:00, the front doorbell rang. Brad was in the kitchen putting the last-minute touches on his meal preparations, and I was seated in the living room waiting for Angie and Andy. I walked to the door and opened it, saw them standing there, and invited them in. Brad had heard the bell, and soon arrived by my side. Since neither Angie nor I had formally met the other's husband, we both performed the introductions. Andy was holding a sack, and he held it out to Brad, saying, "I didn't know what the main course was, so I brought both red and white wine." Brad thanked them for the gift, then made his excuses and returned to the kitchen.

I invited our guests to be seated on the couch, then sat across from them in an easy chair. As we made the usual small talk, I was struck by the contrast in the pair. Angie was quite tall, probably taller than Brad by an inch, which would put her at six feet. She was very blonde, and her complexion was quite fair.

Andy was probably of Italian extraction, judging by his facial features and coloring. He was surely no more than 5'-6" tall, and his hair was jet black. It was a striking, and at the same time pleasing, contrast. Both seemed quite easy to talk with, and we were deep in pleasant conversation when Brad announced that dinner was ready to be served.

My husband simply outdid himself with his menu choices. It was plain to see that the good food, the good wine, and the good company were enjoyed by all of us. By the time the meal ended, we were all good friends, and were quite comfortable with one another. My earlier reservations about the visit were completely dispelled by then, and I no longer felt any sort of apprehension about having Angie and Andy in our home.

After we had all finished eating, and all had said they were too full for dessert, Brad and Andy cleared the table while Angie and I returned to the living room for more conversation. Soon the men joined us, and we talked some more for a few minutes.

At the first lull in the conversation, I brought up the subject that everyone knew was the reason for tonight's visit. I looked directly at Andy and said, "Angie told me yesterday about the problem you guys have. I want to say straight out that I'm simply not experienced enough to offer advice. It's for that reason that I'm going to introduce her to some very good friends of mine, and I'm convinced they'll be able to help."

Angie then said, "When we talked yesterday, you mentioned a 'group' of women. Are your friends in that group?" I said that they were, and she asked, "What kind of group is it, if you don't mind my asking?"

I said that I didn't mind at all, and then decided that this was the time for brutal honesty, and told her about the group. "The group I'm in is a subset of the members of a women's club that has its headquarters in Denver. All the members are women, and men are not allowed to even enter the club unless they have an appointment. I'll tell you about the 'appointments' in a few minutes."

"There are only two requirements for membership. The first, as I've already said, is that the person be a woman. The second is that she be interested in having sexual relations with other women." I paused here to let the two of them absorb that bit of information, then asked, "Based on those requirements, I have to ask you some personal questions. It's imperative that you answer honestly and frankly. This subject is too important to hide it behind equivocations and inhibitions. Okay?"

Angie finally nodded her head, then looked to her husband. When he too nodded his assent, she again turned to me and said, "We'll answer as honestly as we possibly can. We have nothing to gain, and everything to lose, by lying to you now. Please ask anything you want."

I then continued, "I've told you what the requirements are, and now I have to ask, 'Do you meet them?' I could see the flush of embarrassment on her face, and noted her hesitation. Given the importance of her answer, I decided to give her all the time she wanted to formulate her answer.

With one last glance at Andy, she said simply, "Yes. I meet both requirements." I saw the look of surprise on his face as he heard his wife admitting that she was interested in having sexual relations with other women, and saw her turn to him with her head lowered. He placed his arm around her, then said softly, "It's okay, my love. Given what was done to you by a man, I don't blame you a bit. It doesn't change my love for you one single bit."

Angie smiled lovingly at him, then lay her head on his shoulder. I could see that she was ready for my next question, so I asked, "Have you had sexual relations with another woman, or are you just guessing that you would consent to them?"

She had obviously steeled her resolve to answering with brutal frankness, and began by saying, "Yes, I've made love to a woman. Actually, it would probably be more accurate to describe her as a girl. We were both in high school then, and it was during our junior year, so we were seventeen."

"I told you yesterday that I never had any use for men or boys until I met Andy, and that I never dated in high school. The boys really resented the fact that I thought they were repulsive, and that I wouldn't respond 'normally' to their advances and childish dominance games. They finally decided that if they couldn't date me, they'd tease me, and that's what they did endlessly."

"It was in the winter when I had my first encounter with my lover. School was out for the day, and since there was still snow on the ground from the night before, lots of the boys were having snowball fights. I was walking toward the bus that would take me home, when something hit me in the left breast hard enough to make me fall to my knees. I knelt there gasping for breath and hugging my breasts for several seconds. Suddenly I heard a voice cry out in pain, and looked up."

"Standing several feet in front of me was a girl that I recognized as being in my grade level, and whose name was Esther, but whom I didn't really know all that well. She was standing menacingly over a boy who was prostrate on the ground, with blood running out of his nose and onto the snow. I don't think I'll ever forget that bright red color, and how it contrasted with the brilliant white of the snow."

"By that time, I had regained my breath, and I stood up and walked over to Esther. As I walked up, she said, 'This little son-of-a-bitch is the one who threw the snowball at you. I think he knows better now.' The kid who had hit me was a senior, and he was bigger than both of us, so I'm glad he didn't get up with murder in his eye. He was still lying there as we walked off together."

"I thanked her for what she'd done, and she said that we girls had to stick together, or the 'little cocksuckers' would be all over us. I assumed she was talking about the boys, and had to admit to myself that my own opinion of them was pretty close to hers."

"By then, my breast was really in pain from being hit. I was pretty sure that the kid had thrown an iceball rather than a snowball, and those things are pretty dangerous. Esther could see that I was hurting, and said that I should walk with her to where she lived about two blocks from school, and she'd give me an ice pack to hold against the injury."

"I was really unsure about doing that, given that I didn't know Esther all that well, plus the fact that the injury was in such a private place. Finally, the pain reached the point that I said I'd go with her."

"When we got to her house, it was empty, and she explained that both her folks worked, so she always came home to an empty house. She went directly to the refrigerator and got some ice cubes to wrap in a towel, then told me to follow her. She was such a 'take-charge' person that I never questioned anything she did, just followed along behind."

"In her room, she told me to sit on the edge of her bed, and then knelt in front of me. When she began to unbutton my blouse, I tried to stop her, but she reassured me that the only way to make the pain go away was to put the ice directly on the injury."

"She unbuttoned my blouse all the way to my waistband and then pulled it open. The brasseire I was wearing hooked in the back, and she couldn't get to the hooks with my blouse still on. When she helped me remove the thing, it seemed a natural thing to do. When she unhooked my brasseire and removed it too, I was pretty embarrassed. If she had said anything at all out of the ordinary then, I'd have run screaming from her house. Instead, all she did was look at the bruise and then tell me to hold the ice pack against it."

"After a few minutes, the pain started to subside. We had been talking about our mutual classes at school, and it seemed pretty normal girl talk. When she asked me to remove the towel so she could look at the bruise, I did so."

"She placed her fingertip on the injured area, and when I winced said that it probably needed a more direct application of the ice. She told me to hand her one of the ice cubes that was wrapped in the towel, and then she started rubbing it around on my breast. The iceball had hit almost directly on the nipple, and it wasn't long before the thing was pretty hard."

"She kept rubbing the ice cube over my breast, and talking about the subjects we were studying. She very casually placed her other hand on my other breast, and I was by that time relaxed enough that it didn't seem in the least objectionable. She started rubbing my other breast also, and soon that nipple was as hard as its twin."

"I think that's when I knew that this wasn't just about an injured breast, but much more was involved. When she saw, and felt, the reaction that had been produced by her hands, she gently pushed me down onto her bed. As she lay beside me, then very gently kissed me, I began to return the kiss. I don't know when it happened, or how, but soon her blouse was off also, and I was rubbing her hardened nipples just as she was rubbing mine."

"I remember hearing her tell me to raise up, and when I did she pulled down my jeans. She then pulled off her own and lifted my legs onto the bed. As she lay beside me again, we kissed while our hands explored each other. When I felt her hand slowly push under the waistband of my panties, and then descend to my vagina, it was simply the most arousing thing that had ever happened to me."

"She told me to raise up again, and I did so as quickly as possible to allow her to remove my panties. I realized then that she was facing my feet, and was on her knees beside me. I looked at her panty-clad crotch right beside my head, and then reached for it and pulled down her last remaining piece of clothing."

"I don't know how long it took for it to happen, but I felt her tongue begin licking along my stomach, working its way downward, and finally burying itself in my slit. Her leg then lifted over me, and I could see her widespread crotch just a few inches from my head. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to place my hands on her hips and draw her body down to me. As her tongue explored my vagina, mine explored hers."

"I suppose it's anticlimactic to say that I began to orgasm just a few minutes after she began licking me, but that's what happened. It was the first real one I'd had, and the only one I'd ever had with the help of another person. I can't tell you if she climaxed or not, because my own was so intense that I was barely conscious."

"After that, we got together at her house whenever we could. So that's the story of my lesbian affair." As I looked across at Angie, I said simply, "Thank you. That was beautiful." Andy was still hugging her tightly, and an odd movement just above the top of his trousers, but inside his shirt caught my attention. As I looked again, I saw that something was moving rhythmically there.

Angie noticed me looking at her husband's crotch, and followed my gaze. She smiled then, and said to him, "Did my story really turn you on that much, lover?" I realized then that what I was seeing was the movement of his cock head, which meant that his penis was long enough to place the thing above his waistband. It had to have been four inches longer than Brad's penis, which meant eleven inches. I knew then that I had to see a monster like that, especially if he were going to get it cut off just as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

I looked at Brad's crotch and saw that he was also erect. I've never ceased to marvel at how the thought of two women making love can get a man all excited. It's something I'll never understand, I guess. As for me, the thought of two men going at it might be mildly interesting, but I doubted it'd be a turn-on for me.

I thanked Angie again for her honesty, and assured her that she definitely met the requirements for membership in the club. After she met with Madeleine and Milly, it would be up to them to actually admit her. I told her that she could visit the club at any time, as long as she was in the company of a member, and that was what I had done for almost a month before finally being allowed to join.

I asked Angie if she had any questions, telling her that I'd do my level best to answer them, but that there were many things about the club that I didn't know. Her first question came quickly. "How will Andy's penis and testicles be removed if I'm allowed to join?" Both of them looked at me eagerly, and I could see they had much more than a passing interest in the question.

I thought about my answer for a few moments, then said, "It's very difficult to describe something like that." I turned to Brad, saying, "Honey, get undressed and get up on the table so I can show them just where the cuts are made."

His mouth opened, and I thought he was going to protest. Instead he stepped out of his loafers and then reached down and peeled off his socks. He then stood and removed his shirt, followed quickly by his trousers and undershorts. As soon as he stood, everyone could see that he had an erection, and when he took off his shorts, it stood at attention. I could see Angie looking at it eagerly, and knew she was comparing it to her husband's monster.

There seemed to be something else about his crotch. After staring at it for several seconds, she turned to me and asked, "Why doesn't he have hair there, like Andy does?" I realized then that Brad's shaved crotch probably looked strange to her. I had become used to it by now, and had begun to think of it as a "normal" condition.

I placed my hand on his crotch and rubbed it around the area, saying, "He had to shave all his pubic hair as a requirement of the qualification process for his nullification. It's just about the smoothest thing I've ever felt, especially when it's freshly-shaved. Would you like to feel how smooth it is?"

I could see she was immediately embarrassed, but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes off my husband's baby-smooth skin. Finally, she lowered her eyes to the floor and nodded her head. I said, "Honey, walk over in front of Angie so she can feel how smooth you are down there." He didn't hesitate at all, merely took the couple of steps required to place his crotch in front of her, and stood there waiting, his erection pointing directly at her and bobbing slightly.

As he stood waiting there, Angie shyly lifted her eyes very slowly, finally stopping at the level of his crotch. She lifted one hand a slight bit, then seemed to freeze in place. I knew that she wanted to touch him, but that her internal demons wouldn't permit her to do it. I waited almost a full minute to see if she could get beyond her mental block, then decided that she needed help.

I moved to Brad's side, then knelt there. I took Angie's hand in mine and very slowly began moving it toward him. She at first resisted my efforts, and I could see a look that was almost panic cross her lovely face. Then the expression faded from her face, and was replaced by one that was almost dreamy. She then stopped all resistance, and I guided her hand to his crotch.

I placed her fingers to the side and slightly above his erect penis and started moving my hand, and hers, in very small circles, allowing her to feel the creamy smoothness of his freshly-shaved skin. When I saw her eyes clear, and knew that she was aware of what she was doing, I removed my hand and watched as she continued moving on her own.

She looked at me then, saying, "It's the smoothest thing I've ever felt. I didn't know that a man could be so smooth down there. He doesn't even look like a man, does he. This must be what a little boy would feel like."

I agreed with her that Brad's crotch was just like a little boy's would be, even to the small size of his cock. She smiled at that and continued caressing his abdomen. I was sure that she wanted to touch his dick, but her childhood memories wouldn't permit her to do that. After waiting for another minute or two for her to gain confidence, I again placed my hand on hers and moved it toward his waiting penis.

I said, "Feel how smooth his little-boy pee-pee is. It's not at all menacing, is it? It certainly couldn't hurt anyone. In fact, it's so small that a woman wouldn't even be able to tell if it were in her vagina or not." Her hand momentarily resisted, then allowed me to place it on the shaft of his cock. I moved it around as before, then removed my hand and watched as she again continued on her own.

Again she looked at me, saying, "It's so smooth. I had no idea. I always thought that a man's penis would be all hard and rough. His is just as smooth as Esther's pussy ever was." She had by now encircled his shaft with one finger and her thumb, and was slowly stroking up and down. I heard Brad moan and quickly looked at him and shook my head. I knew that this moment was very, very important to Angie and Andy and that his orgasm then would destroy everything. I could see him visibly trying to think of something else in an effort to control his arousal, and silently thanked him.

After Angie had become used to the feel of Brad's shaft, I said, "Why don't you feel how incredibly smooth the head is. I really think it's the smoothest part of a man's body. Just touch it there and see what you think."

This time, she was able to move her hand on her own, and soon she was caressing the head of his dick. I saw a bead of pre-cum appear then, and again Brad moaned. I knew that he must be in special torment to feel this incredibly beautiful young woman caressing his penis, yet trying to fight against the overpowering urge to release his semen. I promised myself that I'd give him a special reward later.

Angie kept saying over and over, "It's so smooth. It's not a bit rough. It wouldn't hurt anything."

I asked, "Is it smoother than Andy's cock?" She appeared to come out of her dazed condition then, and looked at me. She seemed to consider her answer for awhile, then said, "Andy's thing is so much bigger. It has lots of hair around it, so it has to be rougher."

I looked at her husband then, and saw that his eyes were as glazed as Angie's had been moments before. He stared unblinkingly at his wife's hand stroking Brad's cock and caressing its head. I was sure that he was fantasizing about Angie doing that special thing to him, and knew his torment was at least equal to Brad's.

I spoke his name to get his attention, then repeated it before he was able to drag his gaze from the incredible sight before him and look at me. When I saw that he was focusing on me, I said, "Andy, take off you clothes now. Angie wants to see your cock. Please get undressed."

I knew that this was a very important part of the evening, and hoped that he would be able to overcome his inhibitions against being naked in front of other people. Much to my delight, he leaned over and loosened the laces on his shoes, then removed them along with his socks. He stood and began to unbutton his shirt, and soon dropped it to the floor.

As soon as his shirt had been opened, I gasped as I saw the truly monstrous head of his cock standing completely above his waistband. Never in my life had I imagined that a man's penis could be so large. I certainly had not seen all that many in my time as a woman, and the ones that I had were very similar to Brad's.

It was all I could do to keep from ripping his trousers and undershorts off his body in my eagerness to see the thing in its entirety. I waited impatiently as he opened his pants, then stepped out of them. He then placed his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down and off.

I'm sure I gasped again as his shorts were lowered and his penis sprang free of its former entrapment. Describing it as "big" or "large" would have no meaning. The one word that kept running through my mind was "monstrous", and that is how I think of it still.

I've said before that my experience with penises is pretty limited. Even as I write this story about two years after its beginning in Chapter 1, and after seeing "up close and personal" other cocks as they were either castrated or removed, I can state without reservation that I've never seen one even close to the size of Andy's. I'm sure that somewhere in this world there are many, even several thousand, cocks longer and thicker, but that has no impact on me. His penis will forever and ever be my definition of "monstrous".

I could tell that Brad was also as dumbstruck as I. His arousal had decreased as Andy's cock sprang into view, and I was sure that he was evaluating this "rival", and knew that his own endowment was found lacking.

The second thing that impressed me was the large amount of hair on Andy's body, and especially his crotch. His chest and arms had lots of black hair, and it traced a path to his groin. Once there, it truly blossomed. His pubic hair was a thick patch of long, very curly, very black hair. It was so dense that it seemed to cover the lower two inches of his shaft, and made his testicles seem small in comparison to his cock. I knew then what Angie meant when she described his penis as having "lots of hair around it." I certainly couldn't argue with that assessment.

At that time, Andy was standing directly in front of me and Brad was in front of Angie. After she had looked at her husband's rampant penis for a split second, she returned her eyes to Brad's. Her hand had never ceased its motions on his cock head, and at that moment she brought her other hand to his crotch and its fingers encircled the shaft and started stroking it.

The additional stimulation of his dick returned Brad's attention to himself, and away from his rival standing there with his oversize cock pointing directly at me. He began moaning again, and I could see his hips began to barely piston back and forth as Angie stroked. The drop of pre-cum began to grow larger and larger, and I knew that soon he would be unable to control his overwhelming need to orgasm.

An idea had been forming in the back of my mind for several minutes, and I decided then to put it in motion. I tore my eyes away from the monster before me, and looked at Brad saying, "Honey, go to the bathroom and get a towel and your shaving stuff. Get my scissors from the kitchen too." He looked to me with the most pitiful pleading in his eyes that I had ever seen. I knew that he wanted to beg me to be allowed to remain just exactly where he was, and watch and feel this lovely creature lovingly stroke and caress his cock. I didn't say anything else, knowing that this test of wills must be won by me, and at last he stepped away from the couch and walked down the hallway.

Angie's hands remained upraised before her, although they were now still. It was almost as if she were praying for the return of the thing she had been pleasuring, and that was obviously bringing her pleasure also. I asked her softly, "Angie, would you like to touch Andy's penis like you were touching Brad's. I'm sure he'd like to have you do that."

She turned her eyes once again to look at his erect cock, and I saw a look of revulsion pass quickly across her face. She turned away from the sight, and whispered, "No." The expression on her husband's face showed his extreme sadness, and I was afraid that he would soon burst into tears.

I knew that her distaste for touching her own husband's dick, and indeed her revulsion when even looking at it, was deep-seated and probably dated from the time she had been molested by her older brother. At sixteen years old, he would have had fully-grown pubic hair, and I was sure that she was associating her violation with that part of a man's body.

As we waited for Brad to return, my eyes were fastened on the monstrous cock standing so proud and hard less than two feet in front of my face. It was all I could do to keep my hands from reaching out and caressing and stroking the thing, just as Angie had been doing to Brad's. Even in emotional distress as he was, his cock never lost any of its tumescence.

As I stared at the thing, I was suddenly almost overcome with an uncontrollable urge to take it in my mouth. I wanted to inhale it as deeply as possible, and to run my tongue over its smooth head. I wanted to move my tightly-closed lips up and down the shaft. I wanted to feel his cum spurting with incredible force inside my mouth, and then to swallow every single drop of it.

I actually began moving my head forward when I came to my senses. To distract myself, I stood and then returned to my position on my chair. My mind was in turmoil, and I asked myself over and over, "Where did that come from?"

I had never in my life actually felt desire when thinking of placing a man's penis in my mouth, and if I had to think of a single word to describe my feelings, it would probably be "dirty", or maybe even "disgusting".

I had performed fellatio on Brad only twice in my life, and on only the second occasion had I allowed him to cum in my mouth. The first instance happened on our honeymoon, when I had simply had too much to drink. Even given my near-drunken condition, I had the presence of mind to remove my mouth from his member before it started spurting.

The second time I'd sucked him was several years ago when I wanted him to buy me a car of my own. I knew it would take some strong persuasion, and it was for that reason that I gave him a blow job. I was determined to let him cum in my mouth then, and actually kept his cock in there for a few spurts. As I felt his semen collecting in my mouth, I immediately had the feeling that it was filling with snot, and I started to gag. I quickly pulled away and, as quietly as I could, spit his cum onto the sheet, and even rubbed my tongue on the cloth to remove all traces of his repulsive stuff.

I write the above to be entirely honest with any readers who have stuck with my story to this point. I have tried to relate everything as accurately and honestly as possible, and I believe it's important to reveal this part of my personality. I'm sure that some women truly do enjoy orally servicing their men, but I'm not one of them. From talking to many other women, I believe they share my viewpoint. Sorry fellas, but that's just the way it is.

Given my feelings about performing fellatio, I was simply astounded at my almost overwhelming urge to suck Andy's cock. Could it be that the huge size of the thing was what had motivated me to have those thoughts? I hope not, because that would mean that I'm just another empty-headed woman who thinks that the size of a man's penis is actually meaningful. I hope I'm a little more bright than that, but maybe not.

Brad returned at that instant to save me from further introspection. I stood and walked to the table, then removed the tablecloth. The towel was placed along one edge of the tabletop, and I then patted it and said, "Andy, why don't you come over here get on this towel."

He had obviously figured out by then what I had planned, and had either resigned himself to it or actually wanted to cooperate. He quickly walked to the table, and when I directed him to stand with his back to the towel, then lie back and spread his legs, he did so with no hesitation.

What I saw then amazed me all over again. His feet were still on the floor, and his back was on the tabletop at that point. The flexing of his body seemed to emphasize the size of his cock, and it seemed to grow by at least two inches. Unbidden, again the feeling of arousal rushed over me and I wanted more than anything to simply swallow the thing and feel it pumping it load deep in my throat. As before, I struggled to regain my composure.

When I was once again thinking, and not reacting, I told Brad to use the scissors to cut away as much as possible of Andy's pubic hair. He hesitated for what seemed quite a long time, looking from my face to Andy's erection. I knew he was also struggling with his emotions, but his were undoubtedly the exact opposite of mine. Whereas I had wanted to make love to the monster, Brad didn't even want to look at it, let alone touch it. His lack of arousal was amply demonstrated by the condition of his cock, which was now closer to true limpness than I'd seen it since the last time I'd drained him in the shower.

He at last overcame his distaste for the job, and began to trim away large amounts of the hair, being careful to place the handfuls on the towel. After he'd trimmed as much as possible with the scissors, he laid them on the table and stepped away, as if eager to distance himself from the obscenely large thing bobbing there in front of him.

I decided that now was a good time for another lesson in obedience to me, and said, "Good job, honey. Now put the shave cream all over him and make him nice and smooth."

I truly thought that he'd reached the limit of his ability to follow my orders. He looked back and forth from my face to Andy's cock at least two or three times. I knew he wanted to speak, but couldn't decide what to say. After giving him plenty of time to make up his mind, I simply pointed to Andy's crotch without saying anything. I knew deep in my heart of hearts that if he'd do this thing that was obviously so upsetting to him, then he was truly my slave.

He must have decided that he truly was that, for he picked up the can of shave cream and shook it vigorously. He then removed the lid and sprayed a good-size gob of it in the palm of his hand. After once again looking at me to see if I would grant a reprieve from this distasteful job, he lowered his hand and began smearing the cream over Andy's crotch.

By that time, Andy's cock was bobbing even more vigorously than before. I was sure that the poor man was in misery from not being allowed to have sexual relations with his wife, as well as the stimulation he received from this situation. To help keep his member out of Brad's way, I took it in my hand and bent it toward the floor while the abdomen above it was shaved.

Brad worked quickly, probably wanting both to get the job over with as soon as possible, and to get his wife's hand off the monstrous thing. I was sure that he couldn't help having feelings of jealousy to see me holding another man's cock, especially one which was easily twice the volume of his own.

When he had finished shaving the upper area, Brad directed his attentions lower. I pressed his cock against Andy's smooth stomach and held it there while Brad shaved farther and farther down. When everything visible to him had been shaved, Brad made as if to lay down the razor and move away.

I said, "Don't stop yet, sweetheart. Lift up his balls and shave under them too. No need to leave any of that nasty hair down there." Instead of refusing to do my bidding, as I had feared, he simply took Andy's sac in his left hand and lifted it. He began shaving the new area, being extremely careful to avoid cutting the flesh there. Apparently he knew from his own experience that the flesh under a man's sac is loose and rough, and is easily cut by a razor.

As I watched him holding Andy's sac in his hand, I was simply astounded to see his thumb begin to lightly caress the thing. Even when I could see that he had shaved as much as possible of the hair there, he continued to cradle the testicles and to caress them. I was transfixed by that sight, and felt a sudden arousal as I watched what was going on. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced at the source. It was Brad's cock that had moved, and the movement was caused by it becoming erect. It was obvious that even though he had been reluctant to shave Andy's crotch, he was now feeling turned on by the act.

I decided that it was time for the main player in this little drama to again take an active part, and turned to Angie. I beckoned her to the table to join us, saying, "Come look at Andy now, sweetie. Brad made him all nice and smooth, and it really made a difference." Saying that it had "made a difference" was an understatement. The cock standing rampant before us now seemed to have doubled in size from its former appearance. I remembered back to the first time I saw Brad's erection after he'd shaved away his pubic hair, and recalled how much larger it had appeared. Because Andy's thatch had been much deeper and thicker, it had hidden even more of his shaft. Now that the formerly hidden part was revealed, his penis was even more monstrous than before.

Angie walked up to us, with her eyes fixated on her husband's crotch. I asked, "Well, what do you think?" I resolved to give her all the time she needed to come to terms with this new sight, hoping that it would make it less revolting to her.

She struggled to form words for several seconds, then finally said softly, "It looks so much cleaner now, doesn't it?" While that had never occurred to me, since I seemed to have a one-track mind concerning just the size of the thing, I had to admit to myself that it was "cleaner" in some aspects. I was more convinced than ever now that she had associated her brother's pubic hair with his violation of her, and hoped that seeing her husband now hairless as a boy, at least in his crotch, would make her less fearful of him.

Brad and I stepped aside and let Angie stand directly in front of him. We both sensed that what happened in the next few minutes could determine the future of this couple, so recently strangers, but now the dearest of friends.

We watched in fascination as her hand slowly reached toward his crotch, then hesitated a few inches from it. She seemed to be hypnotized, and I can only describe as "hypnotic" the effect her snail-slow advancing of her hand had on Brad and I. It seemed to take hours before her extended fingers at last touched the part of Andy's abdomen that had been so recently shaved smooth.

She rested one fingertip very lightly on his skin, then began to very softly move it in a tiny circle. She looked at me then, and whispered, "It's not rough at all. It's like a little boy would be, isn't it?" I nodded, then speaking equally softly so as to not disturb the moment, said, "He's smooth all over now, just like a little boy would be. He couldn't possibly hurt anyone. Why don't you touch his penis and see how soft it is?"

It took her a short while to absorb that new idea, and then her hand crept toward that part of him that she had so feared. Again just one extended fingertip touched his flesh, and began to move in a small circle. I saw a tiny smile form on her mouth, and then she placed another finger on his shaft.

When she began to believe that his cock truly wouldn't harm her, she placed her other fingers on it, and soon her hand was rubbing along its entire length. As she became more and more confident, she next began to caress the head of his monster, and again she smiled, then said, "It's just as smooth as Brad's, isn't it? It's lots bigger, but it's just as smooth. It doesn't hurt a bit to touch it, does it?"

I put one arm around her shoulders and hugged, saying, "No, it's not rough. It won't hurt you one bit. Do you see that shiny drop there on the tip? Why don't you dip your finger in it and rub it on the head? I guarantee it'll be the smoothest thing you've ever felt in your life."

She seemed to have lost most of her hesitation by then, and extended one finger to the drop of his pre-cum. She then rubbed it over the head, finally exclaiming, "It is! How could something so big be so soft and smooth? It feels wonderful to do that!"

By that time Andy was quickly approaching the last of his remaining ability to control his orgasm. I knew that the slightest touch to the bottom of his cock head would put him over the edge, and I didn't want that to happen just yet.

I took Angie's hand away from her new toy and placed it on my shoulder, turning her to face me. Both my arms went around her then, and I hugged her close to me. "Angie, would you like me to show you that your husband's cock can't possibly hurt a woman? I can do that if you want me to."

She asked softly, "How could you do that? How would you show such a thing?"

I replied equally softly, "I'll let him have sex with me, and you'll be able to see that it's simply the most pleasurable thing that can happen between a man and a woman. Do you want me to let him do it?"

She seemed to consider this new idea for some time, still hugging me close to her. Finally she whispered to me, "You'd actually let him do that to you? Even knowing that it will hurt worse than anything you can possibly imagine?"

I smiled, even though she couldn't see me doing so. The thought of riding his monster had been making me hot for a long time now, and if it were all in a good cause, then so be it. I thought to look at Brad then, and could see that he had heard, and understood what had been said. He looked from me to Andy's cock, and then back to me. At the questioning look on my face, he simply nodded very slightly, and my heart nearly burst with love for him.

I said softly to her, "It won't hurt me even one bit. In fact, you'll know immediately that it's simply the best feeling a man can give a woman. You're sure you want to see it?"

She pulled back slightly from me and looked deep into my eyes. She looked at me for several moments, then said, "You're telling the truth aren't you? It really won't hurt, will it? Yes, I want to see you let him, and to see that it isn't really the horrible thing I think it will be."

I told Brad to help Andy up, and he extended his hand to his new friend, and his wife's soon-to-be lover. I saw him glance momentarily at the thing sticking out from Andy's crotch, and I was sure he was trying to imagine seeing such a thing disappear into my pussy. That very thing was virtually all I could think of at that moment, and it was all I could do to keep from mounting him right then.

I decided that if we took the time to walk to the bedroom, rather than fuck where we were, Andy might cool off enough to actually get some of his cock in me before he climaxed. I was sure that he wouldn't last more than one or two minutes at the most, even though I wanted him to screw me for at least two hours. I told Brad to lead the way to the bedroom and to turn on the small lamp on the nightstand. I wanted enough light for Angie to see what was happening, but not so much that it would destroy the mood.

Brad entered first and went to the lamp and switched it on. I told Andy to get on the bed and lie flat on his back. Even in my eagerness to have him in my pussy, I knew that if I let him be on top, I was in danger of suffering internal damage as he rammed the full length of his cock into me.

He almost leapt onto the bed, and was immediately flat on his back. I then told Brad to undress me so that I could be fucked by the monstrous cock that was now in our bed. When he did so too slowly, I told him to hurry up, as I was anxious to get the thing inside me as soon as possible.

As my soaked panties at last touched the floor, I climbed up beside Andy and straddled his crotch. My cunt was literally dripping with lubrication by then, and I was sure it'd be enough to ease his entry. I reached for his penis to guide it to my opening, then paused and looked at Brad. He was standing as close as he could to me, and I knew that he was torn between wanting to see another man fuck his wife, and wanting to grab me and pull me from the bed.

I said to him, "Sweetheart, would you put him in me please? It would be a big help if you'd just hold him right under my pussy so he'd be in the right place." He had evidently decided that he wanted to see me being fucked more than he wanted to see me off the bed, because he quickly knelt beside the bed and reached his hand out to Andy's cock. As his fingers closed on the shaft, he moved it until it was standing straight up, and then peered up at my pussy and adjusted the position of the head so that it was directly beneath my waiting opening.

I told Angie to get down on the other side of the bed, and look at what Brad was doing, saying, "Brad is getting Andy's cock head in just the right spot so that it'll go into my pussy hole. Now watch as I lower myself onto it. You'll see that my pussy expands to accept it. That's the way Mother Nature intended it to be, and it's simply the best feeling in the world."

As soon as she had knelt on the side opposite Brad, I began to lower my aching crotch toward the thing that awaited it. I felt our flesh touch, then saw Brad fine-tune his aim. The feeling I had as the tip of the head entered me was indescribable.

Even though just the smallest part of the head was trying to force its way inside my body, I could tell that my pussy was already being stretched farther than ever before. The memory that was immediately brought to mind was the feeling I'd had several years ago when I had become so desperate for sexual satisfaction that I'd actually resorted to trying to fuck myself with a zucchini. The thing was smaller than Andy's cock, but larger than Brad's, and it was the largest "penis" that had ever been in me up until that moment.

I begin to rotate my hips to help the invader gain entry, and finally was rewarded with an incredible rush of arousal as the entire head passed above the lips. I looked at Brad kneeling below me, intently watching as Andy's cock disappeared into my pussy, and said, "My God, honey! I had no idea a cock could feel so good. I've never in my life been so stretched. It's incredible! I feel like I want to spend the rest of my life with that monster in me. I can't tell you how good it feels. It's unbelievable."

Brad looked up at me, and I could see that his eyes were almost glazed over. His mouth was half open and he was panting. It was obvious that he was at least as aroused as I, and maybe even more so.

I continued to lower my body onto my impaler, feeling for all the world as if someone were forcing a baseball bat inside me. At that moment, the "baseball bat" came alive, and I could feel Andy's frenzied movements beneath me. I had hoped that he'd be able to hold back on his orgasm until at least half his cock was inside me, but I now knew that was impossible.

There was simply no way in Hell that I could allow him entry at a faster pace than was already happening. Even given that the feelings he was creating in my cunt were the best I'd ever had while being fucked, it simply took time for my body to expand enough to allow him quicker entry.

I had deliberately lowered myself onto him at a slow pace so that he wouldn't be stimulated any more than necessary. I knew that if I stroked up and down on his dick, he would cum immediately, and I didn't want that to happen.

In the final analysis, Mother Nature made the decisions for me and for him. The arousal I was feeling finally overcame my attempts to accept him slowly, and his own long-denied release made him begin to thrust his hips upward. At the same moment, he thrust upward and I pushed downward. The result was that his cock gained several inches at once, and I felt like I was being torn open.

It is simply impossible for me to explain to any man reading this, but I'm sure that every woman will intuitively understand what I mean when I say that the pain I felt from the penetration of that monster put me over the edge. Brad told me later that I screamed, and then started repeating, "Oh, God! Oh, God!", over and over. He knew then that I was having an orgasm, and said that it had to be one of my best ever. I really don't remember all that much about it, so maybe that means it was a good one. Whatever it means, I'm glad I had it, because I needed it.

When I finally became aware of my surroundings once again, I was slumped forward over Andy. He and Angie were locked in a passionate kiss, and Brad was hugging me. As I became more aware, I realized that Andy's cock was still deep inside me. I had no idea if he had climaxed or not, as there was no way his semen could have found its way around his cock and begun to drip from my hole. I did know that the damned thing felt like it was still as big as ever, and it was all I could do to keep myself from sitting up and riding it to my second climax.

I knew that Angie needed my help right then, and that I had to get off her husband's cock. I asked Brad to lift me, as I was feeling weak from my exertions. He helped me raise up as I flexed my knees in an attempt to rise. As the head of Andy's cock once again was at my pussy lips, I knew that he had indeed climaxed in me, as I could feel his cum begin to soak my slit.

I stopped my attempts to get his cock out of me, and then said to Brad, "Honey, I'm running over with his cum. You'll have to help me. Lie down here beside us so you can get it."

The look on his face was priceless. He was extremely aroused from watching his wife being fucked by his friend's monstrous cock and that made him want to service me as I had indicated. At the same time, he was still aware enough to know that there were two other people here with us, and one of them was the source of what I wanted him to now suck out of my pussy. He was unable to respond to either urging, so was simply frozen in place.

I said sharply, "Brad, get on this bed now and help me!" That seemed to rouse him from his stupor, and he climbed onto the bed and lay on his back, with his head beside my crotch and his erection bobbing back and forth near the kissing couple.

As soon as he was in place, I lifted free of my former impaler and repositioned my pussy over my husband's waiting mouth. He had obviously given in to his arousal, rather than his inhibitions, as he quickly started licking my slit, then concentrated on the quickly-draining hole. I could feel the wonderful sensations that always came as he suckled his own cum from me, and this time it was made even better by the knowledge that he was eating another man's semen from his own wife's pussy. I began to understand then why many men found this scenario so erotic.

As soon as Brad had started to lick me, both Angie and Andy broke their kiss and turned toward us. I saw them gazing at the sight of my husband's head buried beneath my dripping pussy, and knew they found it as arousing to watch as I did to actually feel it being done.

Brad's long-neglected cock was by that time jerking wildly back and forth, and I could see the familiar strings of pre-cum. Angie took it in her hand, and I wanted to tell her that he'd cum very soon if she did that, but before I could utter the first word, she said softly to Andy, "Honey, he needs you. Please help him. You told me you used to do it for your brother, so you should be able to do it for Brad too. Please, honey."

Even in the low light, I could see Andy's reluctance. Angie then said to him, "Honey, if you help him, I'll let you put your thing in me. Will you do it? Please, sweetie."

The promise that she'd soon allow him to do what he had wanted more than anything else in the whole world brought him quickly to his decision. He rolled over to face Brad, then lifted his head and moved closer to the cock waiting there for him. As Angie and I watched in rapt silence, he opened his mouth and lowered it over Brad's penis. He took about half the shaft inside his mouth, then started moving his head up and down rapidly.

Brad was already at the point where he could almost have climaxed without being touched, and before many seconds had passed, I saw his hips thrust sharply upward, driving his cock further into Andy's mouth. It was lucky that Andy was at that instant lifting his head on an upstroke, or else he'd have been choked by Brad's dick.

Even with his mouth full of Andy's and my love juices, Brad cried out as he climaxed. Andy wrapped one of his arms around Brad's hip and rolled him partially onto his side, and I saw that virtually the entire length of his penis was now in Andy's mouth, and that his semen was being shot down his friend's throat. At that moment, I had to revise my former opinion of the amount of arousal I'd feel when watching two men making love. It was arousing, and I still can't explain why. I guess some things just have to be experienced to be understood.

Andy continued sucking Brad's cock until the last spasm was long over. When he pulled his mouth off it, Brad's dick was glistening from the small amount of cum that Andy hadn't swallowed, as well as from Andy's saliva. When Brad's cock was released, it fell to his stomach, although it seemed to be still almost erect.

While he'd been cumming, Brad had stopped servicing me, and his mouth had filled with the semen draining from my pussy. As he remembered his duty, he again began swallowing and then sucking more out of me. I probably could have brought myself to a second orgasm then, but I knew it was important to help Angie fulfill the promise she'd made to her husband seconds before.

When I thought that Brad had done a sufficient job of cleaning me, I lifted off his mouth. Andy was again lying on his back and Angie was leaning over kissing him. When they finally came up for air, I said softly, "Angie, it's your turn now. Surely you could see that Andy's cock gave me nothing but pleasure, and it'll do the same for you. Come here and I'll help you."

There was a very brief look of concern on her face, and then she moved toward me. She had been aroused just seconds before, but now seemed to be more apprehensive than turned on. I climbed off the bed, and held out my hand to help her join me.

I hugged her to me, then said softly, "Your husband loves you very much. He cares for you more than any other person in the whole world. You've seen what pleasure he can give a woman whom he doesn't love. Just think how much pleasure he can give to the wife he adores."

Instead of answering, she pulled away far enough to look directly into my eyes, then began kissing me fervently. That simple act seemed to restore her arousal of a few moments before, and I was sure that she was ready for Andy.

I broke our kiss and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, then removed it. She was wearing a lacy white brasseire, which momentarily caused me to pause. I couldn't remember the last time I'd worn one of those, and the women I saw at the club didn't use them. In a way, it made Angie seem more innocent, and I find it mildly erotic to unhook it and slowly remove it from her lovely body. When her breasts were finally exposed, I knew that it was almost a crime to hide them from view. They were no less than perfect, and I longed to lay her on the bed and spend hours kissing, licking, and suckling them.

I regained my sense of purpose with great difficulty, and knelt to remove her shoes and socks. Her slacks were quickly pulled down and off, and then I very slowly uncovered her wonderful-smelling pussy. Again, my need to pay homage to it was almost overwhelming, but again I knew there were more important things to do at this moment. I vowed that if ever again the opportunity presented itself, I would yield to temptation and make love to her for hours and hours.

She needed little direction from me to climb on the bed and then to straddle her husband's crotch. I told Brad to guide Andy's cock again, and he placed his hand on the monster and held it upright, as he had done for me. I moved to position myself behind Angie, and then placed both arms around her. I had intended to do no more than simply help her lower her crotch very slowly, but was helpless to control my hands. They moved to her breasts and began to softly caress them. That seemed to please Angie, and maybe to arouse her a little bit more. I knew that she needed to be very much turned on right now, so continued to caress her nipples.

I whispered to her to lower her crotch until she could just barely feel the thing that wanted so very much to please her, and so very much to share its love for her. I continued to talk softly and reassuringly to her, and was pleased when she at last said, "I can feel the head against me. It's so smooth and soft, yet so hard at the same time. How can that be? I'd always thought that a man's penis would be rough and hurtful. His isn't like that at all, is it."

I assured her that Andy's penis, which had so recently been deep inside me, was very smooth and soft, and that it couldn't possibly hurt her. All it wanted to do was give her the most pleasurable feelings she'd ever felt, and soon it would do just that.

When I was sure that the head of Andy's cock was a slight ways into her slit, I told Brad to move the thing back and forth slowly from one end of her slit to the other. I saw his hand start to do that, and was immediately rewarded with her sigh, followed by a moan of excitement. Her voice was husky when she whispered, "It feels so good. How can a man's cock feel like that? It feels just like Esther's tongue."

She remained frozen in place by the pleasure she was receiving from her husband, as well as her fear that if she lowered her body any farther, the pleasure would become pain. As Brad moved the cock to the back of her pussy, I reached down and ran my finger through the upper part of it. I was rewarded with the sensation of lots of moisture, and knew that she was lubricating with her arousal.

I said as softly as I could, "Brad, move it back now, right under the hole. Just hold it there. You'll know when to let go." I reached down again to check his "aim", and then returned my hand to Angie's breast.

She was by now moaning softly with every breath, and her breathing was becoming faster and more ragged with every second. I knew that it was now or never, and that she was as ready as ever for what she now needed more than anything ever before in her life.

I nuzzled her neck and ear, and whispered, "It's time to keep your promise to your husband. He needs you now, he loves you now, he wants to give you all his love, and it'll never hurt you to be loved. Just relax your legs a little bit. Let your pussy accept his love. He needs you."

Very, very slowly, Angie's body began to sink lower. Her gasp was not of pain, but of pleasure. That assured me more than anything else that she was accepting his penis, and no longer thought of it as a rough, hurtful thing that should be feared.

I knew that for all intents and purposes, Angie was a virgin. What had been done to her by her brother had taken her virginity for all time, but only in the physical sense. This was the first time in her life that she had given herself in love, and for her, and for anyone else who cared for her, this was the first time she had received intercourse. I knew, because of that, things had to proceed very slowly. The slightest bit of pain at this juncture could drive her from her husband's bed forever, and mustn't be allowed to happen.

She began to rock her hips in the age-old manner of women when they are receiving their husband's love. Her moaning and gasping for breath were almost continuous, and my fingers told me that her nipples were very hard and distended. To mask any vaginal pain, I began to pinch and pull her nipples, and was rewarded with her sibilant, "Yes! Please pull them. Oh, God, it feels so good. His cock is in me. I feel it. It's so big and smooth. It doesn't hurt at all."

I knew that Andy must be near the end of his rope by now, even given the fact that he'd emptied his semen into my pussy just a few minutes before. I don't believe it would have been possible for any man to feel anything but the utmost arousal while fucking this beautiful angel. For Andy it had to be sheer torment to hold back the thrusts that his body had to be crying out for him to make.

As he heard Angie acceptance of his love, he began saying over and over, "Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! I can't hold back! Please don't let me hurt her. Please!"

Angie heard him and understood for the first time in her life the passion that was driving him, and now her, to complete this age-old act. She whispered to him, "Fuck me now, please. I want you to give me your seed, as you gave it to Gwen. Please. I want it."

Andy was simply unable to restrain himself any longer, and he cried out with the intensity of his release. I saw Brad do the most considerate, most loving thing he'd ever done, and it made him much more of a man in my eyes.

As Andy began to cum, his hips started to lift from the bed as he began his thrust. Brad knew that such a thing could truly injure Angie, and to prevent it, he placed his hands across Andy's body and held him down. It was almost more than he could do to restrain the frenzied man, but he managed to reduce the violence of the thrusts, and then removed his arms as soon as Andy regained his control.

As Andy had begun to cum, Angie cried out, "I feel him! He's fucking me! It doesn't hurt." She then lost the ability to speak, and almost to even breathe. She threw her head back with great force and pushed her breasts against my hands. I heard a noise erupt from her throat that was unlike anything I'd ever before heard. It was obvious that the orgasm she was having was the total focus of her mind then, and I actually cried with joy at the pleasure she was feeling.

I don't have a clear recollection of the next several minutes. I knew that Angie fell forward onto her husband's body, and began kissing him with all her strength. His arms were wrapped around her so tightly that I feared for her safety. Brad and I were lying on each side of them with our arms wrapped around them. I was crying, and he was smiling and laughing. I don't know that I've ever loved three people more than at that moment, and I wish that it could have lasted forever.

As Angie recovered, she began to lift off her husband's cock. Brad saw her movement, and immediately lay down in his former position, with his head beside her crotch. She looked down at him sweetly, then smiled and said, "This one is for my husband. It's our first, and I want to give it to him." She then lifted free of the monster, still semi-erect, and moved forward while straddling Andy's body.

As she reached his chest, she hesitated and looked deep into Andy's eyes, almost as if questioning him. With no reluctance whatsoever in his manner, he placed his hands on her hips and guided her forward once again, stopping only when she was seated firmly on his waiting mouth. Soon we could hear the sounds of his licking and suckling her sopping pussy, coupled with the moans she made as she once again became aroused.

His cock stiffened slightly, but seemed to stop at that point. I was sure that he wasn't accustomed to cumming twice in the span of just a few minutes, and the thing was feeling overworked by then.

As I watched the two lovers, I saw Brad turn his head from the arousing sight and look at Andy's penis laying there on his stomach. I moved down close to Andy's crotch and whispered, "Would you like to return the favor that he did for you?"

He was momentarily confused by my question, then seemed to understand and nodded. I said simply, "Do it." That was all the urging he needed, and he moved his head to the monster and lifted it to his mouth.

I saw the head disappear through his lips, and wondered how he could possibly get his mouth open far enough to fit the thing in it. He took as much as possible, but when he had reached his limit, there was still easily two-thirds of Andy's penis remaining.

I gazed raptly at the sight of my husband orally servicing another man, and knew without a doubt that it indeed was arousing to see such a thing. It seemed that this night had served to teach a new lesson to more than just Angie. I wondered again what new experiences awaited us as Brad and I walked this new pathway.

All good things come to an end, and this did too. Angie finally lifted off her husband's mouth, and said, "God, my pussy is sore. Can't you make that thing more the size of Brad's?" I was momentarily paralyzed with fear that she had been hurt, and that she'd never again want to have sexual relations. She must have noticed my reaction, for she said, "It's okay. It's the best pain I've ever had. I can't wait to hurt this way again and again. If this is pain, then I want to feel it forever."

She then gazed lovingly at Andy's face, and said softly, "My dearest, I can't ever apologize enough for what I've put you through. It tears my heart out to know what we could have had for years now, but I wouldn't allow it. Please forgive me." She then began to cry, just as I had moments before. Andy hugged her tightly again, and murmured in her ear the sort of assurances that any man would have made.

What followed after that was anticlimactic. After a few more minutes of hugging and kissing all around, Angie looked at the clock on our nightstand and noticed that it was almost 1:00 in the morning. She apologized for keeping us up so late, and insisted they get dressed and leave immediately. I know that both Brad and I would have slept on the floor that night in order to give them our bed, but we knew they needed to return to the privacy of their own home and test their new-found relationship there.

We both put on bathrobes and accompanied Angie and Andy to the door, then paused for more hugs all around. Angie said, "Gwen, I won't be cutting off his dick any time soon now. We've got lots of catching up to do, and I'm going to be using it for a long time to come. I hope you're not disappointed."

That brought smiles all around, and I assured her that I could manage to get along with just Brad's things to entertain me at the club. She smiled again, then said, "Even though I won't be taking Andy down there, for quite awhile at least, I'd still like very much to go there with you. May I?"

Everyone present knew what she meant by her request, and I reminded her of her statement that she and Andy would meet us "anywhere, anytime". I said, "Dear girl, I'll take you anywhere you allow me to, including your bed or mine. I love you very much, and would be honored to take you to the club at any time. The only problem there will be trying to keep the other women off you. You will be the most beautiful, more desirable woman there, without doubt."

We were finally able to say our final goodbyes, and as Brad and I locked up the house for the night, we talked of how very, very pleased we were with how the night had turned out. We knew that we had made two fast friends, and that they'd probably be an important part of our lives for years to come.

As I thought of all the many ways I wanted to make love to both of them, and to again feel Andy's monster inside me, I realized that I was just too tired to feel any more sexual arousal that night. I headed down the hallway toward the bedroom, saying, "I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed."

And we did.

Continued in Chapter 11