Archive-name: 3plus/el.txt
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Archive-title: Ellen
Ellen and I have been married 8 years. We were visiting Florida's
west coast and had rented a beach house. We were washing our Porsche
at the back of the beach house between the grass and the sand which
led to the water's edge, and Ellen was a bit piqued at me for
suggesting that she date another man. I don't know why I found the
idea exciting, but she didn't know how to take the suggestion. Our
conversation was interrupted by an art student walking up from the
beach. He was dressed in a khaki shirt with epaulets and had a
sketch pad under one arm. He grinned, introducing himself as Greg.
He had a shock of brown hair and was about 5'10" and was asking
where the nearest fast food shack was. Ellen was in her white string
bikini and bent just out of his sight to pick up her beach robe. She
winked at me, and I picked up the clue...I invited him to have
dinner with us. The Florida sun was a red ball sinking beneath the
horizon. Greg walked ahead of me, and I noticed his eyes taking in
Ellen's long legs beneath the short terry robe as she strode up the
flagstone steps to the back door. I knew little about art, and he
knew little about sports, but although the conversation was
strained, he kept glancing at Ellen's legs as she prepared dinner.
She had slipped on a pair of white high-heeled pumps which even
accentuated her shapely legs. After dinner, Ellen took a shower,
came out in a silky blue robe which clung to her figure and sat
between me on the couch and Greg on the floor. She passed chips and
dip and poured the wine, and Greg took every opportunity to accept
every offering since it gave him a chance to briefly stroke her
hand. Ellen took the opportunity to whisper when Greg went to change
a stereo ape, and I followed her whispered suggestion...I walked out
of the house, drove the car a block away, and sprinted back to the
darkened hedge alongside the house, peering through the window. She
had told Greg I had left for my "night job" near Tampa Bay and had
asked Greg to dance; she said she would teach him since he didnt
know how to dance slowly. After a couple of slow songs, he brushed
his lips to hers, slowly sliding off the dark blue, silky robe. She
tremored at his touch, her hips writhing in involuntary lust. She
slid his trousers from his hips. The largest member she had ever
seen swayed before her trembling lips, her eyes widened with lust
and fear. She looked like a cult worshiper before an enormous
serpentine lter. I pulled my own member out as I watched, my heart
pounding in rhythm with theirs. I now leaned so closely my breath
was misting on the glass window, but she had become so lost in the
passion radiating between them that she forgot I was probably
watching from the outside. It was then I realized that she had
shaved her pubic hair in the shower. Greg kissed her deeply,
pushing her to the floor, and turned her on her knees facing away
from him. Ellen's eyes were glazed as she turned, trembling to touch
his enormous manhood, then moaned lustily, her mouth opened as
widely as her excited eyes, as Greg entered her cunt from the rear.
Her head was now rolling as she spread her knees to accommodate his
length and width, slowly entering her. Now, they were slamming
against each other like demons from hell, as she shouted, "Oh, Greg,
I love it! I love it! I love YOU!" Greg's eyes were glazed, his jaw
slackened, as he became lost in the hurricane of lust. Then Ellen
shouted excitedly, "Oh God, I'm coming, Greg!" It was obvious that
Greg too was about to explode. He pounded into her in a frenzy, then
lost in the ecstacy between them, shouted, "Oh, Ellen, I'm..." Then,
the two of them erupted in a shattering, cosmic explosion of screams
and blessed release. And then, it happened, my own groin pounding
with the lust I felt between them.I came in unison with the two of
them....the greatest experience of my and Ellen and Greg's lives....
I wish that I could say we saw Greg again, but we moved the
following day but have never forgotten the experience.
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