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Two Sets Of Lovers        There is a special love you feel for a first lover, a deep longing that never quite fades even as you grow apart. Thus I clung to Mary. She was a striking brunette, tall and exquisitely shaped, with long legs that stretched forever, large eyes that could melt any man. In bed her beauty and softness drove me wild; at those moments I wanted her in every way imaginable, though she seemed too refined to consider anything beyond straight intercourse. And she enjoyed our lovemaking, in a way that was tender rather than reckless. Now that careers had taken us to different northeastern cities, we had settled into a weekend relationship. As the months passed, the distance weighed heavily, and the fires began to cool -- just a bit, not something we noticed or spoke about, but we sensed it. Although we agreed we would not share our separate beds with others, I found my head turned when I met Fiona. She was a more petite woman than Mary, with slender shoulders, small breasts, and a narrow waist that widened into broad hips. I was taken with the delicacy of her hands and her very round bottom. She cut her hair very short, yet I was stirred by her sheer femininity; this was a woman I wanted to possess, body and soul. Fiona and I hit it off instantly when we met in the office and soon began to spend time together after hours. No doubt a romance would have bloomed had I been a free agent. But I had explained my involvement with Mary to her and we did not pursue the sexual attraction beyond hauntingly sweet goodnight kisses at the door of her apartment. Mary evidently felt the same desires to explore other relationships. She laughingly told me about Bruce, a tall-dark-and-handsome type (I'm of average stature) who fancied himself a ladies' man and made no secret of the fact that he wanted my lady. I sensed that she was not just flattered by his attentions, but also very intrigued by him. And he was certainly persistent. As time went on, she seemed to accept a few more of his dinner and movie invitations. But she assured me she hadn't fallen for him, and asked me if I didn't know some nice girl with whom she might fix him up. Well, I felt guilty about stringing Fiona along, so it seemed a perfect chance to set her up with another guy. For a couple of years Mary and I had rented a beach house on Cape Cod for a late September romantic weekend. We had planned to do it again, more out of habit than enthusiasm, and the date was fast approaching. Since the place had several bedrooms, I suggested to Mary that she bring Bruce along for Fiona, an idea she promptly accepted. When I told Fiona she seemed rather lukewarm about the whole thing. But I made it clear I wasn't planning to abandon her to a stranger for the weekend and she agreed to be a good sport and come with us. So on the chosen date we drove in my car to the Cape, while Mary and Bruce set out to meet us there. We arrived first, unloaded our luggage, and strolled down to the beach. It was an Indian summer afternoon, perfect for wandering through the empty dunes. Caught up in the romantic setting, Fiona and I walked hand-in- hand, her sensual fingers teasing my palm. After an hour, scarcely having spoken, we returned to the house. Mary and Bruce had arrived, and I immediately felt a surge of jealousy. She was incredibly sexy, dressed to be undressed in tight white short-shorts and a clingy light blue t-shirt. And Bruce always seemed to be touching her, resting his hand affectionately on her ass, rubbing her back. Neither he nor Fiona appeared much interested in each other. I started to have the strange sensation that there were indeed two couples in the house, but not the two I had planned. The four of us began to fix dinner together and a wine soon loosened us up. At one point Mary and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen. "Bruce doesn't seem to be getting the idea," I said. "He can't seem to keep his hands off you." She smiled coolly at me. "Well, if you don't like it, you might try putting up a fight for me. Unless you're really more interested in Fiona -- which you seem to be." She walked back to the dining table, wiggling her buns at me, playing the role of tease to the hilt. When we sat down for the meal, the battle lines were drawn. Mary and Fiona put themselves on opposite sides of the table. Bruce was quicker than I and chose the seat next to Mary. For a moment there was an awkward silence, then I put my plate down next to Fiona's. As we started eating, Bruce very obviously placed his hand on Mary's exposed thigh and began to stroke it gently. She caught her breath and stiffened at his brazen gesture. But rather than remove his hand, she rested her own upon it, all the while staring directly into my eyes to see whether I would respond to the challenge. I said nothing. After we had finished dinner, Mary announced, "I feel like dancing." Bruce put some rock music on the stereo. I was sitting next to Fiona on the couch, and Mary came over to me, held out her hand, and said, "Come on, darling, dance with me." But I was still steaming about the dinner scene. "I don't feel like it right now, thanks. Maybe Bruce does." As they bounced around the floor together, I put my arm around Fiona's shoulder, and held her close to me. She responded by cuddling up to my side. Meanwhile Mary and Bruce began a provocative bump and grind, Bruce's hands roaming up and down her body, Mary responding by rubbing her ass in his crotch. His erection stood out clearly through his jeans. I whispered in Fiona's ear, "Let's go out on the porch." Outside it was one of those remarkably clear nights, the kind you never see in a city. It felt very natural to be there with Fiona. We could hear the music through the open window. I called inside for them to put on something slow and quiet. Fiona and I put our arms around each other and began to sway to the music. "I'm with the man I want to be with," she sighed. Never had she seemed so lovely and delicate. Our lips met, lightly at first, then with increasing heat, and finally our tongues began to caress as the long- suppressed passion erupted. I sensed we were being watched. When I broke our kiss, I saw Mary standing there, one hand on her hip, staring intently at us. Without a word she turned on her heel and went inside. Fiona spoke first. "I'm sorry. I think I've made things complicated for you." "Don't worry," I replied. "This seems right." I let my hands trace the curve of her slender waist and broad behind. "This is something I've wanted for a long time." I licked and nibbled her neck, and she tossed her head back and murmured as my mouth explored her smooth flesh. Again we kissed, now fiercely, all restraints gone, our tongues locking and dueling. It seemed to go on forever. Finally she drew back and gazed longingly into my eyes. "Let's make love." The living room was empty when we returned. Upstairs we went. The first bedroom door was ajar, the light on. So I swung the door open. My jaw fell as we discovered the bed already occupied by Mary and Bruce, both naked. Bruce lay on his back and Mary was eagerly sucking his hard cock, urged on by his hands. She licked his thick shaft, then placed her lips over the tip, drawing him in. He was so busy watching her, grunting his approval, and she was so caught up in trying to get more and more of him into her mouth that for a minute or two they did not notice our presence. Then Mary looked up, her eyes glazed, and it seemed to take a minute for it to register that she had an audience. Though I had always known her to be shy about sex, she didn't so much as blush. Instead she smiled and rubbed his cock wantonly along her cheek, his pre-cum glistening on her soft lips. "I'm sorry, but this room's taken for the evening," she said in a husky voice. "Would you excuse us, please?" I was momentarily unnerved, but Fiona never lost her poise. Pulling the door partly closed again, she placed her hand on the bulge in my pants. "I caused this problem, not her. So let me take care of it." With that she led me to the other bedroom, where we resumed our kissing while removing each other's clothes. I finally got to enjoy that silky flesh that I had only cautiously caressed before. When I am in bed with a woman, my senses are remarkably sharpened. I notice details that I otherwise never see. Now, as Fiona lay beneath me, I became aware of certain things. How her nipples stood out, large and taut, when she was aroused....the sharp contrast between the black leather of her thin watchband and her suntanned wrist....the heat that radiated from her thighs, which were heavier than Mary's but so firm. More than anything else, though, it was the texture of her skin that enchanted me. It was incredibly smooth and soft, quite unlike that of any other woman I had ever touched. I kissed my way down Fiona's body until I reached her cunt. With my tongue I gently parted her lips, teasing but never touching her clit. She moaned softly, her eyes closed, letting me take control. I licked the inside of her thighs, savoring the flesh, and then resumed my intimate investigations. I inserted one finger in her vagina, moving it slowly in and out, and resumed the tongue bath around her clit. She tasted sweet-pungent; I wanted more. I worked two, then three moistened fingers into her and began moving my hand in and out. Fiona caught the rhythm with her hips. As she murmured soft endearments, I finally covered her hard little clit with my lips and tongued it rapidly. She pulled my face hard against her, called out "yes, just like that, just like that," stiffened abruptly, then soared soundlessly into the release of a rippling orgasm. Her entire body quaked with her release. Pausing briefly to regain her senses, Fiona guided my cock into her well-lubricated cunt. Our tongues mixed again. "I like the way I taste on you," she giggled. I picked up the pace, my cock reaching deep inside her. Suddenly I felt the desire to taste every inch of her, and I began to kiss and bite her neck, her shoulders, her pointed nipples. She kneaded my abdomen with her thin fingers. Their touch was electric, strong and knowing, and I began to buck hard, trying to go even deeper, deeper than she had ever felt. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders so I could nuzzle the inside of her calves. Fiona began to breath faster, her skin flushed. "I'm so close again," she gasped, surprised by her own passion. This time she gave out a loud cry as she went over the edge. Moments later, with a great sigh, I emptied myself into her, endless waves spilling forth. We lay there exhausted, hearts pounding, our bodies drenched with sweat and each others' juices. "Why did we wait so long?" I murmured. She only smiled. Soon she drifted off to sleep. But I was too restless. And then my mind began to wander and my curiosity got the better of me. I slipped quietly from the bed, donned a pair of sweatpants, and padded barefoot down the hall to see what the other lovers were up to. The groans and heavy panting told me that Bruce and Mary were still at it. I peered through the partly-open door and found Bruce on top, fucking Mary hard, thrusting deeply in and out. She had her legs wrapped around his back, obviously lost in the pleasure of her ride with this new stallion. Once again my eye was caught by the details -- the beads of sweat on his brow, the graceful curve of her tight behind, the light glinting off her pretty silver watch, a gift from me, as she grabbed his muscular forearms and biceps. Bruce looked up and saw me in the doorway. He smiled triumphantly and continued to plunge himself in to the hilt. For a moment he paused and whispered something into Mary's ear. She opened her eyes and turned to me, and a knowing, wicked grin spread across her face. Then she gazed into Bruce's eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew his mouth to hers for a long, lingering soul kiss. They seemed instantly to forget my presence. Bruce resumed his deep fucking motion, Mary reached around to gently stroke and tease his balls, and in a few moments he erupted and filled her with his come. I went back to the other bedroom, my knees weak and my cock rigid. Part of me was hurt and insanely jealous, part was incredibly turned on by the performance I had just witnessed. I slipped into bed next to Fiona, roused her with passionate kisses on her neck and shoulders, and made love once more, the image of Bruce atop Mary fixed in my mind. Fiona and I awoke the next morning and decided to head into town for the day. Mary and Bruce had not stirred before we left, so we wrote a note to tell them we expected to be back for dinner. We spent the day shopping and came back to the beach in the early afternoon. After an hour of petting and necking in the dunes, we were eager to resume our loveplay, so we headed back to the house. Along the way Fiona stopped to gather some wildflowers; I went on ahead to pour us some wine. As I stepped onto the porch, I discovered that Mary and Bruce had certainly not expected us to return so soon. I spied them through the window, on the living room floor; they were quite unaware of my presence. Although I should have been beyond surprises by now, what I saw still startled me. Mary was wearing black stockings and a garter belt, black heels, and a black choker around her neck. An open gift-wrapped box was on the couch, so this outfit must have been a present from Bruce. She lay on her stomach, and Bruce lay behind her with his tongue buried between her cheeks, rimming her virgin ass vigorously. Was this the same woman I had loved? Never had she expressed the slightest interest in such delicious perversions. Bruce paused to squeeze some lube onto his fingers. He gently inserted one finger into her anus, then a second. As I stood silent and motionless outside, he guided her to her knees and placed the tip of his mammoth cock against her puckered pink hole. She rested her head on her crossed arms, her face pressed against the silver watch, eyes closed. Never had she looked more beautiful. As Bruce entered slowly from behind, she grimaced and bit her lip to keep from crying. Her hands clenched the fringe of the rug. "Do you want me to stop?" I heard him ask. She just shook her head, and in a moment a wide smile spread across her face. Inch by inch he eased into her, letting her adjust to the fullness. Suddenly I realized that Fiona was standing beside me. She took in the scene, put her arm around me, and kissed me deeply. She knew that I needed to watch them, so we would do it together. When Mary was ready, Bruce began to slide his cock from her ass and ease it back in, just an inch or two at first, and then full thrusts. She lifted herself on all fours and turned her head to him; he leaned forward and their tongues met in an incredibly hot and passionate kiss. "They look so good together," Fiona whispered in my ear. "Their bodies are perfectly matched." I could only nod my assent. Mary reached beneath her to fondle Bruce's balls, which made him plunge in faster and harder. I thought he would split her apart. But it just increased her excitement. She groaned with ecstasy at each assault, too far gone to notice pain. She was clearly delighted to be taken this way, to give her man such intimate satisfaction. And Bruce reciprocated by reaching around to stroke her clit. In seconds she had cried out her climax. Her arms collapsed and she lay there motionless with her lovely rump in the air, Bruce buried deep inside her. It took a minute for Mary to regain her wits. Then she wiggled her ass to signal him to continue. He began to fuck her rear passage again, taking his own pleasure this time in long, slow thrusts. She grunted a contented "Ah!" with each penetration. Barely a minute later Bruce roared out and emptied his manhood into her bowels. I was incredibly turned on by what we had witnessed, and so was Fiona. She turned to me and began kissing me and stroking my stiff cock through my pants. "Would you like to do that to me?" she asked softly, her voice tense with expectation. I grabbed her hand and led her into the house. Mary and Bruce looked up, suddenly aware they were not alone. "Great show," I called out as we raced upstairs, laughing at their startled expressions. In an instant we were in the bedroom and out of our clothes. I positioned Fiona on her belly and began to massage the voluptuous cheeks of her ass. They were plumper than Mary's, but I found them just as beautiful when I cupped them in my hands. And then I began to probe the unknown with my tongue, licking around her rose-colored anus. Fiona writhed and squirmed. Soon I was tasting her rear opening, thrilled to be crossing this last barrier that divided our souls. When her rapid breathing told me she was ready, I coated my erection with some lubricating gel she had brought and guided her to her hands and knees. I rubbed my cock up and down her crack until the heat drove us both insane with lust. Fiona reached behind to direct the tip into her little butthole; I applied a steady pressure, thought for a moment I would never fit, and then my cockhead slipped in. "It feels so big and hard," she murmured. "Let me have more, honey, but very carefully." I entered as slowly as I could. The sensation was extraordinary, the grip of her sphincter swelling me to new lengths. As Fiona grew used to this new intrusion, her ass muscles relaxed, and I slid more easily until my hips rested flush against her broad rump. I began to move in and out. Fiona looked over her shoulder and our tongues met. "Did you like watching what Bruce did to Mary?" she asked, knowing we were replaying their scene. I thrust more vigorously at the recollection. Fiona liked the effect her words had on me, so she spoke again. "She must really like him. For a woman to do that, to give herself like that to a guy, she has to be especially turned on to him." Now I was bucking in and out. A look of deep pleasure came upon Fiona's face. By giving me this gift of herself, she had me, just as Mary had Bruce. The switch was complete. I felt the orgasm welling up within, and then it surged forth in great gushing waves, filling Fiona with my love. When we came down stairs an hour or so later, we found Mary and Bruce packed and ready to leave. Mary spoke first, to me. "I really think I should be with Bruce now. I hope you understand -- we had just outgrown each other." And then she hugged Fiona. Fiona smiled warmly at her former rival, and said simply, "I think we both got what we wanted this weekend." They both laughed. And then Bruce and Mary drove off, and Fiona and I were left with the surf, the empty beach, and each other.

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