Korina's Conclusions

Chapter One- A New Role

The door was locked. Why on earth was the door locked? Kevin's car is in the driveway. He never locks the door. What the hell?

(Knock, knock, knock). "Kevin?"

The door opened and there stood Kevin with a huge grin on his face, a clipboard in his hand, dressed in a suit and tie with glasses on.

"Good evening. Korina, right?" Kevin asked.

"Yesss," I responded unsure of myself or of what was going on.

"Hi. Nice to finally meet you. We spoke on the phone about your interest in purchasing the house. I'm Kev," he 'introduced' himself as he held out his hand to shake.

Ah. I could see where this was going. I always enjoyed the spontaneity. Plus I was horny. It had been three days since we had sex. Perhaps he was building up for this. I was immediately eager to play along.

"It's nice to meet you as well," I returned.

As soon as I walked into the foyer I could see that Kevin had spent quite some effort cleaning up the house. He went the extra mile in the real estate agent detail. The house was spotless just as if he were actually showing it to potential buyers.

Kevin started walking me around, room to room, going through the standard litany of selling points. He discussed the number of rooms, the materials, the square footage, the heating and cooling systems, acreage, everything any normal realtor would have pointed out. As we walked back to the front of the house he asked, "So, what do you think? Is this house something you may be interested in?"

"Definitely," I played along. "This is exactly what I was looking for."

"Great! So, I guess we should discuss price," he exclaimed. "I think that fair market value for this house and this property is about four hundred thousand."

"Four hundred thousand dollars?!" I responded with shock. "That sounds like a hundred thousand too much," I insisted.

"A hundred thousand dollars too much, you say?" he asked. "I'll tell you what. Is there a Mr. Korina, Ms. Korina?"

"Excuse me?" I pretended to be appalled. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

"I don't want to beat around the bush. You are a very attractive woman. I think we could work something out," he attempted.

"If you're saying what I assume you're saying, yes, there is a Mr. Korina," I snapped.

"So, is a hundred thousand dollars enough for you to forget about the Mr. for a couple hours?" he suggested matter-of-factly.

"A couple hours? Ha," I replied. "You seem awfully comfortable bringing up this suggestion. I assume you've grown pretty comfortable attempting to extort women for real estate bargains."

"Is that a yes?" he pressed.

"Let me get this straight. If I have sex with you, you'll knock a hundred thousand dollars off the list price?" I asked.

"That's right," he replied.

"And you'll draw up the paperwork as such?" I continued.

"Before you leave," he confirmed.

"You're disgusting. Fine. Let's get this over with," I continued to improvise. "How do you want to do this?"

"Unbutton your blouse," he instructed.

"And the bra," he added.

He reached down into his pants with his left hand and began fondling himself as I stripped. I played along. I stripped in a very matter-of-fact way. There was no slow, teasing, erotic removal of my clothes. Kevin had clearly thought about this scenario and I was going to help him play it out. I started to remove my skirt but he stopped me abruptly, "No. Don't take off the skirt. It turns me on."

"Okay. Now what?" I asked as I put my hands on my hips.

"Grab a pillow from the bed and put it on the floor," he ordered. I did so.

"Now why don't you hop down there and take my dick out," he continued to direct.

The direction and assertiveness was actually making me pretty wet. It was rather difficult acting like I was perturbed by the scenario.

I got down onto me knees, placing them on the pillow and began unbuttoning his dress pants. I unzipped his fly and gave him a few rubs on his cock over top of his briefs. He was very erect. I had a bit of an idea at this point. Normally I would have slid his briefs all the way down to be able to play with his whole package. He liked the occasional ball play. Instead I decided to fenagle his hard cock through the front "pocket" of his briefs to take away just a little bit of his length. I could use that to contribute to the scenario in a way that would add extra arousal for him. I didn't make any comments. I just pulled it through the pocket and started giving him head.

I was using two fingers to stroke his shortened shaft as I sucked him about halfway down his shaft repetitively, giving a sort of mock effort blowjob.

"Look up here at me. I want to see those sexy eyes," he instructed.

I looked up at him while trying to seem insincere.

"Yeah," he moaned in pleasure.

"Can you go all the way down?" he asked as I continued giving him eye contact.

I didn't respond, I just went all the way down to where my lips met his briefs. I gave him a pointed stare as I kept my mouth all the way down. I wanted the look to suggest ease.

"Yeah, right there," he moaned again.

"Does your husband have a big cock?" he asked me directly.

"No," I stated outright.

"No? Who's dick is bigger? Mine or your husband's?" he asked.

"My husband's is bigger," I replied.

"Bend over the bed and pull your skirt up," he commanded.

I did so. He stepped behind me without even removing his pants and slid my panties down gently. I jerked my head around quickly and said, "Do you have a condom?"

"Yes," he said as he pulled one out of his back pocket. He had given great thought to the details of his scenario.

He rolled the condom on and inserted himself into me from behind. I was already very wet so he had no trouble getting inside me. He took his time. He started slowly and kept the thrusts slow and steady for quite some time. After a few minutes he asked me if it felt good. "I just want you to finish," I played along.

"Ha, your pussy is awfully wet for you to seem so ready to be done," he taunted.

"I've got a hard dick inside me. Of course I'm going to be wet," I returned.

"Whatever. It must feel pretty good," he convinced himself.

"I can barely feel you dude. Just hurry up and finish," I taunted back.

Kevin grabbed my hips upon that comment and began picking up the pace. I assumed that one would get him going. I have to say though, I fucking hate condoms. It took him several more minutes before he finally came. My legs were getting weak from trying to hold myself up in that position even though I was able to mostly lie on the bed. After he came neither of us ever broke character. He pulled off the condom and flushed it down the toilet and buttoned himself back up as I pulled my panties back up under my skirt and began putting my bra and blouse back on. I tucked my shirt back in and went over to him with his clipboard, signed on the imaginary line and finally broke character.

I tugged him towards me by his collar and kissed him on the lips firmly and said, "That was really fucking hot. I love you."

Chapter Two- Sadness and Memories

Sometimes we are all reminded that life happens. I got a pretty random phone call from my Dad one evening. It was random because we lived close enough that we saw him fairly regularly. We didn't like to intrude and stay at my parents' house too often or go burden them by impeding on their dinner plans, but I would have lunch with them, or Kevin and I would invite them for dinner at a restaurant somewhere between our houses pretty regularly. We only lived about forty-five minutes from them, so it was easy to stay in touch. This phone call was to let us know that Karen's father had passed away.

Karen wasn't my biological mother, but she was certainly my mother. Though we never really discussed her relationship with her parents, mostly because they lived several states away, Karen was obviously a family person. She cared deeply about those closest to her. She never hesitated to provide for me or for my father. I just assumed that she would be in particular disarray given her standard emotional state of always being happy. If she was ever truly upset or angered at anything she was the best actress in the history of the world. I had trouble imagining what her emotional state would be when we saw her.

I got the call from my Dad on a Tuesday evening. Kevin and I took the following Friday and Monday off to go and be with the family for an extended weekend.

We woke up Friday morning already packed for the long weekend and headed out early. When we got to my parents' house my Dad was predictably waiting for us on the front deck. He hugged me tight. It was a warm, welcomed and prolonged embrace. After our embrace he reached out his hand and shook Kevin's hand as he pulled him in to give him a quick hug as well.

"Karen's flight comes back in this evening," he informed us. "She wanted to fly out with Mark and Kris and be with that side of her family during the funeral and visitation. She says she's fine. You know how she is. But she's clearly hurting from the news."

"Why don't you two go ahead and unload your stuff. Your room is cleaned. Make yourselves at home," he added.

We unloaded all of our stuff and went back into the living area to sit down with Dad. We talked for quite some time. Around six o'clock that evening he got up and headed to the airport (which was nearly two hours away) to wait on the arrival of Karen's flight. I assumed that Kris and Mark would be with her, but we never discussed it. Her flight wasn't scheduled to arrive until nine o'clock that night and with another two hour drive back home I knew that Kevin and I would have some time alone. I had only ended my monthly lady stuff the day before, so it had been several days since we had sex. "Hornball" here was ready for some lake lovin'.

I had always enjoyed being nude in nature for some reason. I was typically drunk or high during the few times that I had exposed myself in front of anybody, but that wasn't so much my thing as opposed to just feeling the wind on my nipples and knowing that there was a weird sense of freedom associated with baring it all under the moonlit sky. It was sensual. It was erotic. It was also about having that voyeuristic "fear" of getting caught. I didn't seek to get caught exposed, but the thought of it happening accidentally was thrilling in itself.

I suddenly found myself sort of squeezing my legs together in a weird attempt to prevent myself from masturbating right then and there. It seems that my mind was not immune from changing any more than any other sexual creature I dealt with as a part of my daily business. I would still most assuredly have to have alcohol or maybe another joint, "blunt!" I mean, before being willing to become sexual in front of anybody else on purpose. But I did find myself losing care about being seen.

The anxiety that was building inside me to take Kevin to my lake spot and fuck him by the fire under the night sky, was on the verge of orgasmic explosion.

We needed to get moving. Darkness would be arriving shortly and I wasn't very interested in being patient.

I made Kevin gather up a few logs of firewood and a couple beers. We hopped in the car and drove out to my high school lake spot which was only about four or five minutes from my parents' house. By the time we had gotten the chairs set up around the fire pit and the beer and firewood unloaded from the car it was completely dark. We readied the wood (no, not that wood...yet) and lit the fire (hey, two puns in one sentence).

As soon as the fire was burning on its own I began shedding my clothes. Kevin raised an eyebrow at my promptness. "What? I'm horny," I said as I pulled my top over my head.

"Well. Are you coming?" I asked as I slid my panties off.

"Not yet," Kevin remarked.

"Well if you want to 'cum' you better start shedding those layers!" I quipped.

He started stripping. I was already frolicking down to the lakeshore. I went in slowly because it was still pretty cool in the evenings. I knew the lake would be a bit of a shock to the system at first. I made my way in and went ahead and put my head under to get the whole body submersed and used to the temperature. Kevin was walking towards the shore when I brought my head out of the water and threw my hair back. He was clearly chilly and using both hands to cover his junk. As he was standing on the shoreline waiting in dread to enter the cold water I made a comment, "Embarrassed or afraid?"

"It's freakin' cool out here. That water has to be frigid," he complained.

"Ah, you'll be fine. Plus there's no reason to be embarrassed sweetie. This is the spot where I had my first tiny penis experience," I teased.

Kevin removed his hands, thrust his pelvis towards me to show me his flaccid penis and said, "Hey, I thought you said I was quite a bit bigger than that guy," jokingly.

"Well. Let's just say you're much more of a grower than he was," I continued to tease him.

He made his way gingerly into the water and embraced me as he gave me a peck on the lips. "I'm a grower, huh?"

"Much more so than the other small guy," I stated.

"So you're saying we are the same size when we're soft?" he asked.

"Pretty close," I answered.

"You know you called him tiny," he said as he began to kiss me.

I laughed. "He was tiny when he was hard. But yeah, you are pretty small when you're soft babe," I pressed on.

He had developed a "cool lake" boner that was now poking my thigh under the water. It was obviously not fully engorged. It must have been pretty difficult to get blood to flow in these temperatures. I reached down to play with his package as we continued to make out in the shallow waters.

I pulled away and ended the make-out session. I needed cock. I grabbed his hand and started walking back towards the fire. You could feel the warmth from several feet away. We stood a few feet from the fire and I turned to let my ass hold up his hard cock and pulled his arms around me. His hands went straight for my tits. I suppose it was an interesting parallel. He absolutely loved my tits but I had always felt they were too small. It is a much different phenomenon than being self-conscious about having a small penis just because I understand that the penis is the actual sexual organ being used to provide pleasure as opposed to breasts, which are more an aesthetic and playful part of the sexual experience, but still, it at least gave me a sense of what Kevin felt.

I let him play with my nipples for a couple minutes just to satiate him, but I was wet and ready. I guided his hand down to give my clit a few rubs before I bent over and braced myself on the arms of one of the chairs. I reached under, between my legs and gently pulled the head of his cock into me. He was still not as fully distended as he usually got due to the cool of the water and night air.

He gave me a few slow, sensual thrusts and grabbed my arms to pull me up to him so that he could kiss my neck. "Does that feel good babe?" he asked softly in my ear.

"Mmm hmm," I moaned lightly. "But you better be careful in this position. Your cock is smaller than normal. You're gonna fall out if I don't bend back over," I teased him again.

He chuckled. "Am I still bigger than your other small guy?" he pressed.

"You want me to check so you can feel reassured?" I smiled looking back at him.

"What do you mean check?" he asked.

"Here," I started. I pulled myself off of his cock and turned around to squat down in front of him to give him head. I put his dick all the way into my mouth for one slow deepthroat. I looked up at him and grinned. I used one hand to angle his cock a little bit so he could see what I was doing. I used my index finger and thumb to show him on his own cock how the other guy compared to him. My fingers were spread from the base of his shaft to just below the head of his cock. "He was about like that," I indicated. "And he was thinner than you," I added.

"Feel better?" I asked as I stood back up and turned back around to put his cock back inside me.

"That was kinda hot," he replied as his cock slipped back inside me.

"Yeah? How about this: You feel really small right now," I said honestly.

He moaned and gave a couple of more forceful thrusts into me before picking up the pace entirely. "No need to overcompensate babe. I didn't say it didn't still feel really good."

His cock stayed in that not-quite-fully-inflated state for the duration just because it was pretty chilly even by the fire. Regardless, we fucked for the next hour. I eventually got weak legs from trying to stand while he fucked me from behind so we moved over to the chair. I rode him and grinded my clit on his pelvic bone for a long time, both facing him and facing away from his so he could watch my ass go up and down on him. I don't know how many times I came, but it was at least half a dozen.

When we finally finished we sat down in our chairs, still naked and cracked open a couple of our beers to wind down by the fire. Neither of us could talk. We were both out of breath. We must have sat there drinking for another hour before it dawned on me that it was approaching the point at which my Dad would be returning with Karen, Mark and Kris. We got our clothes back on and put the chairs back into the car and made sure the fire was out before we headed back.

When we pulled into the driveway I could see that they had beaten us home. I'm guessing that my Dad was wondering where we were. I guessed Karen was not.

I walked straight to Karen when I entered the house and gave her a tight hug. Kevin came over and gave her a quick hug as well. She seemed like she was okay. She looked more exhausted than anything.

Mark and Kris each took the time to shake Kevin's hand and say hello. The only other time they had met was at our wedding, which was very brief. It was a bit different seeing them both for the first time in several years. Mark had grown a beard. Kris had gotten much taller.

(I know it's a little bit weird but given my first real visual experience with a penis, I couldn't help but wonder when a guy's dick stopped growing. Kris was something like six foot five now. When I walked in on his little session all those years ago he was probably five foot nine. Depending on how that phenomenon worked in male adolescence he may well be packing like ten inches.)

At any rate. It was after eleven o'clock now. Everybody was tired. Kevin said he wanted to go to bed. Mark and Kris had gone to bed almost as soon as they arrived. Karen was still sitting at the dining room table having a glass of red wine. I wasn't particularly tired and still felt like I should be offering her a shoulder to cry on or something. I told Kevin that I was going to stay up and have a glass of wine with Karen. He kissed me goodnight and went off to bed.

I sat down across from Karen. She poured me a big glass of her wine and placed her hand on top of mine. "I'm fine sweetheart," she confirmed. I suppose she could see the concern in my eyes.

There was a moment of silence as we sipped our wine.

Karen sat her glass back down on the table and gave it a few gentle swirls. She looked back up at me with a bit of a sly grin and asked, "So? How was it?"

"How was what?" I returned.

"Oh, come on. I know you guys got here a long time ago. You went down to the lake and had sex. So. How was it?" she asked again.

I laughed out loud. "It's always great with Kevin," I replied.

I must have been giving her some sort of stink eye or something still. After another pause in our conversation she reiterated, "Korina, I really am okay. Please stop looking at me like I am a wounded animal. It was his time. He has been suffering from lung cancer for a couple years now. I loved him. I will miss him like any daughter would miss her father. But I knew it was coming sweetie. I have come to terms with it."

Chapter Three- Inheritance

The next morning, Karen and I were actually the first ones awake. I suppose Mark and Kris may have had jetlag or something like that. Kevin was getting to sleep in for the first time in months. Dad never leaves the room until after he showers in the morning, so there was a chance he was awake but not yet had a chance to fulfill his obsessive compulsive morning tendencies.

Karen had already started heating the pans to make bacon and eggs. I turned on the Keurig as soon as I rounded the corner of the kitchen. I found that coffee was almost as necessary as breathing as I began furthering my career and expanding my responsibilities.

Speaking of furthering my career. Karen was standing over the kitchen island with her hands firmly planted on the island and glaring at me intently. "If it's that important just go ahead and tell me. Otherwise, can it wait on my coffee?" I directed towards her glare.

"I already have an idea as to how you'll feel about this, but I want you to know upfront that I don't care what your personal opinion on the matter is. I have made a decision about what I want to do and I am going to do it," she began.

"Oooo-kaaay," I said nervously.

"My father didn't have a mass of wealth, but he wasn't poor. He had a life insurance policy that will be paying out a hundred thousand dollars to me. He also bequeathed me his house and property. I have had them appraised. The market value on both combined is about two hundred thousand dollars. I have already asked Mark and Kris if either of them are interested in the house and property. They are not interested in living there. It is of no use to me either. I am going to sign the deed over to them jointly. They can choose to fix it up and get more value out of it, or they can choose to sell it as is and split whatever they are able to get out of it. I am keeping fifty thousand dollars for your Dad and I to make some updates on our property and maybe take a vacation. The other fifty thousand dollars is yours," she got right to the point.

"Wow Karen," I paused. "I don't know what to say."

"Say that you'll invest that money in your business and continue to be the smart, beautiful, kind and successful young woman that I already know you are," she insisted.

"Wow," I offered reflexively (again).

"So you've said," she poked fun at me.

With fifty thousand dollars I could afford to build my own office. That was something that mattered a great deal to me. I had been renting an office space for the last few years. The rent was very reasonable and my book of business was growing rapidly, so it wasn't like I was in a bad financial situation with the arrangements that were present. But I want to own my own life, my own property, my own office.

Commercial real estate property was not comparatively expensive in my region of the country, but it would still require a significant amount of starting capital. I only had one employee, a secretary, so I had not ever had to incur high labor costs. Overhead was my largest expense. The business had accrued a little over a hundred thousand dollars in savings over the last few years. I always wanted to leave something in that account in case of emergency, but I figured I could easily take seventy-five thousand dollars out of there without even looking to make sure of the amount that was in there. With a one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollar down payment I could take out a very manageable loan that would be more than enough to accommodate any and all of my personal tastes for whatever I decided to build. I wasn't a materialistic person anyways. Plus my office needs were very modest. I needed a space for a secretary to work, a small waiting lounge, a personal and public restroom, an office space for me and if I could reasonably afford to add it, a small kitchen area.

Just thinking about it roughly I figured I could build the building I wanted for around two hundred thousand dollars. It would likely be at least two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to acquire a piece of commercial real estate property that would be preferential. I am sure I could get away with a smaller expenditure than that, but it would not be in a location with the same volume of daily traffic. Most of my business was generated through online traffic. Some of my customers were likely readers of certain journals or other types of publications where they may have seen the handful of articles I have published over the years. But given the fact that my physical structure was just a rental that was part of a larger office building complex, I accrued next to zero foot or vehicle traffic. I estimated that my business might grow another couple percent annually just by having my own building, with my own brand, with my own signage for people to see as they drove by.

My recent completion of my doctorate would also likely garner me additional publishing opportunities. Thus far my business had already been growing by an average of eight percent annually. If I could expect a growth rate of ten to twelve percent per year (including both physical customers and commissioned publications) I could invest five hundred thousand dollars without any real concerns about potential financial struggles.

I am not a natural risk taker. I value my independence above almost all else, though. I decided that it might be best to balance those two traits and focus on a sum closer to four hundred thousand dollars with the understanding that if a few things were more expensive than I originally expected, I could handle the expense without stressing myself out to no end.

Now I just needed to talk to Kevin about all this.

I knew he would be on board. Kevin never discouraged me from doing anything I wanted to do. He, like I, was also very frugal, but was completely aware that some risks needed to be taken financially in order to make a better life for ourselves. I imagined he would be of a similar mindset as I when it came to deciding what our target amounts should be. Cautiously risky let's call it.

If I were considering asking Kevin if we could take out a loan for over five hundred thousand I might have offered him a blowjob before bringing it up. For less than that, I took him out to lunch and bought him a beer.

Half a beer and an appetizer into our lunch date Kevin had hopped on board enthusiastically.

"You know, for a blowjob I would have said yes to a million," he quipped.

"Ha! I had bet myself that over five hundred thousand would be the blowjob mark," I returned.

He chuckled. "Honey, for anything under a million I wouldn't even care if you asked me. You're never going to fail at anything you do. My only statement to you is 'Go for it!' When do we start?"

We both took a big swig of our beer and peered over the brim of our glasses as we exchanged eye smiles. He sat his empty glass back on the table and said, "So let's talk about what other sort of circumstances that could point me in the direction of that blowjob."

"How about when we get back home I'll suck your dick just because I enjoy it?" I offered.

"Check please!" Kevin turned to find our waitress.

"Haha. I am being serious about that. But I do want you to sit here and talk about this for a bit. We need to make sure we are spending this money exactly where we want and need to," I stated.

"It wouldn't hurt to go ahead and upgrade our computers. We only have two, so that won't be very expensive. We also need to hire a full-time secretary if we expect the business to continue to grow and especially if we expect a greater volume of foot traffic. Shelly is great but she's really more of an intern and only fills in for full days when I know I am going to be out. We need a full-time employee in that role when we open our new office," I suggested.

"I agree," Kevin began. "If you're going to go that route, you'll need to make sure to hire somebody that is either on a college career path that isn't dissimilar to your field or somebody that already has some experience in the psychology world. You won't want somebody answering the types of questions you typically deal with over the phone or email that isn't at least somewhat familiar with all of the different niches, fetishes and genuine sexual abnormalities that are out there. It might not simply be too much for some Sally off the street to hear those kinds of things, but you wouldn't want your clients to feel uncomfortable in giving out the basics of their needs for her to make note of to pass along to you so you could make decisions about which clients need which treatments most promptly."

Kevin must already be thinking about that blowjob. He always gave me thoughtful answers when I needed them, but I could tell he was making an extra effort.

Besides the design features of the physical structure, I needed to go ahead and get the word out and start my search for a full-time secretary.

Within a matter of two days I had four applicants email me.

In the days of waiting to see how many people might be interested in the position I began looking up my options for commercial real estate in the area. I very much preferred to remain in the area. It was near Kevin's job and I loved the relative peace and quiet that our town offered. There wasn't really the hustle-bustle of a bigger city and there were rolling hills, mountains in the area, nature trails, creeks and a general plethora of scenic beauty. It was also pretty cheap to live here.

I found three options worth considering. One was an existing structure on a paved lot that was listed below market value due to the length of time it had been on the market. One was a completely undeveloped commercial lot right near the only major intersection in the town (which of course would have to garner a higher price). The property I decided on was a partially developed plot, six lots down from the same intersection. The lot was paved because there was a previous investor that actually died during the startup phase of his construction. There was no building of any kind there yet. His children wanted nothing to do with furthering his project so they had listed the property at three hundred thousand dollars, which was just below market value, in hopes of just being done with the responsibility.

I offered them two hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, paid in full. They accepted my offer in less than twenty-four hours.

Pure dumb luck. I'll take it.

Since Kevin and I ended up deciding to go ahead and take out a loan for five hundred thousand, that left me with a substantial amount to build a structure that would go above and beyond meeting my needs. Since I wouldn't have to spend any additional money to pave a parking lot, the hits just kept on coming.

As far as costs that I absolutely had to incur with the construction of the building I was pretty lucky compared to other types of businesses. I had to have a wheelchair accessible ramp. I had to have a public restroom. That was it. I wasn't preparing food, or even selling a tangible product, so the regulatory structures that applied to me were as minimal as you could hope for.

Aside from the mandatory attributes, I needed an office for my secretary at or near the entryway with some minimal seating for waiting clients. I needed an office for myself. I put my own private restroom in my office as a 'must have.' And I figured I could afford both an extra office for potential future expansion and a minimal pantry area where I could put a refrigerator and a coffee machine.

I found out that I could get a structure with all of my wants and needs that was around seventeen hundred and fifty square feet. Perfect.

I could make all of my payments with ease without my business even growing at all. I was in a very good place financially.

Chapter Four- Girl Talk

After our long weekend I returned to work with a pep in my step. It was a somber stay with my family due to the unforeseen circumstances, but with my newly revealed investment opportunity coming I walked into my office with a certain vigor and a smile stretched across my face.

I turned my Keurig on, started up my computer, got my notepad and pen out and was ready to fire on all cylinders. My Keurig was hot and ready. I put a K-cup of dark roast in to brew. After my cup finished dispensing itself, I had barely sat down into my swivel chair before my office door had cracked open.

The only look I could muster was one of shocked.

"Hello," she announced. "Look, I just wanted to..."

It was Megan.

I'm guessing she may have tried to come by yesterday, it being a typical Monday. I was happy to see her at any rate. I knew she would have concerns, thoughts about our relationship after the events of the last meeting we had. "I'm so glad you stopped by!" I exclaimed. "Look. Don't fret. We're fine. I know it's been nearly two months since we've seen each other. I've been on a much-needed vacation."

"I know," she responded. "I came by Friday looking for you. Your secretary told me I could make an appointment and explained that you had gone to visit your family." She paused briefly and added, "I want you to know that I never intended for any of that to happen that night. I never knew that Christian was going to behave like that. I never wanted us to grow apart. I thought from the get-go that we would develop a solid friendship and I still believe we can do that."

"Of course we can," I began. "I was beginning to greatly value our friendship as well. And I certainly don't blame you for Christian's actions. I say we just move on."

"I left Christian by the way. Well. He's the one that actually left. He moved back to New York. But I sent his sketchy arse packing," she felt the need to explain.

"As long as you're happy, I am happy for you. But you don't owe me any explanations Megan. I never did blame you and neither did Kevin," I assured her. "Are you seeing anybody now?"

"I am. Interestingly enough, he was somewhat of a friend of Christian's. He is a sportswriter at the same online firm," she said. "He seems to be a really swell fellow. We have only been on a couple of dates. We started talking around a month ago."

"Look. I don't want to hold you up any longer. I know you're very busy. I just wanted to..." she stammered. Her voice was crackling.

"I understand," I reassured her.

"Could we set up a girl's night sometime soon and catch up?" Megan asked.

"Of course. Send me a text or email with a date and time and I'll make it happen," I confirmed.

I was very happy to see Megan again. I did need to buckle down and refocus quickly though. My day was going to be full. I was supposed to finish my article submission to an online blog and I had four interviews to administer today. My first interviewee was to arrive in less than thirty minutes. I had not even thought about what sorts of things I should ask. How unprepared of me. I decided just to roll with it. I would let the applicants give me their resume and tell me why they believed they were best suited for the job. I assumed I would get some reasonably intelligent and well qualified applicants since I offered a starting annual salary of thirty-five thousand dollars with health insurance and a week of paid vacation, especially in our region where the cost of living was very inexpensive.

Clare was my first interviewee of the day. She arrived at my office fifteen minutes early. Bonus points.

Clare stood out to me the instant I saw her. She was a stunningly beautiful red head. She shook my hand firmly and confidently. She was a college student at the university down the road, on a career path towards clinical psychology. She went straight to the point that she was still finishing up classes, but believed that she could completely fulfill her full-time duties as secretary because she only had one morning class on Tuesdays and Thursdays that was done by nine in the morning. She could get to the office and begin working at her desk by ten on those mornings and even offered to make up the two hours every week in any way I preferred. Her other classes were night classes. She also indicated that she didn't want to jump straight into her own career before learning more on the job. She was confident, intelligent and bubbly.

She was also hired.

I went ahead with the other three interviews so I didn't seem unprofessional. I did, however, tell Clare that she was hired as soon as our discussion ended. Sometimes you just know.

It was only a couple days later when I received an email from Megan. She asked if I could have some drinks with her over dinner on Saturday. She wanted it to be just the two of us. I told Kevin that I was going to go have a girl's night with Megan and that I would most assuredly be calling him that night to come pick up his drunk wife. I knew he wouldn't mind. After a few beers he knew I'd be all over his dick as soon as I got home.

I met up with Megan at our usual watering hole. We sat down and had our first beer around seven o'clock. We ordered a bacon and cheese fry appetizer for our health. I wanted to make sure that Megan knew that everything was fine between us. I treated our conversation as if we had never skipped a beat. I asked her about her new beaux. She gave a bit of a snorting laugh at my first mention of him.

"Why the chuckle?" I asked.

She took a sip of her stout beer and replied, "Oh, it's nothing. He's a really nice fellow."

"So, what does he do? What does he look like? Let's hear all the details," I pressed her.

"He's an editor at the same place that Christian used to work. He writes a regular fantasy football and fantasy hockey blog. And he is one massive bloke," she answered.

"Massive huh?" I insinuated as I took a sip of my beer.

She chortled again, this time more obviously, like a pig snorting.

"There it is again," I stated. "Go on. Come on out with it."

"Oh fine. Mrs. Sex Doctor," she jokingly began. "We haven't had sex yet. I have only given him a blowie. Let's just say that while he may be a massive bloke, he's not a very 'massive' bloke."

"You mean he's not very well endowed?" I questioned.

"Not very well endowed is certainly polite. He's got a really small wanker, yes," she confirmed.

"Oh? How small are we talkin'? Are you sure it doesn't just look small because he's really big?" I pried.

"Oh no. He's definitely the smallest I've seen. Fourteen, maybe fifteen centimeters," she answered honestly.

I pulled out my cell phone. "What are you doing?" Megan asked.

"Looking up the damn metric system conversions," I laughed. "Damn Brits and your refusal to math in inches and feet."

"Yeah, and the rest of the world," she quipped.

"The rest of the world isn't as awesome as us either," I jabbed back with a smile.

I found the conversion of centimeters to inches. "Oh. Fourteen or fifteen centimeters is the smallest one you've seen? Kevin's is smaller than that," I admitted.

Her eyes got big. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she offered. "I didn't mean to..." she couldn't really muster whatever words she thought she was looking for. She clearly thought she had offended me.

"Haha. No worries. I love it. By far the best sex I've had in my life. But I have to say that I am surprised that's the smallest one you've seen. I've been with a guy that was barely more than half the size of Kevin," I replied.

"No fucking way," she said in amazement.

"Seriously," I assured.

She laughed out loud just before taking another swig of beer. "Haha, what is it?" I inquired.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but Kevin's an attractive fellow. He's very tall and athletic and now I can't help but want to see it. I just have a hard time imagining that he is smaller," she said.

"Haha, well that certainly was a bit of honesty," I acknowledged. "He'd have to get pretty drunk I think. He is somewhat self-conscious about it. When we first met he was worried about being too small for me." The beer was starting to talk.

"Oh. Well. I was only kidding really. I am imagining what it looks like now, but I was really only joking about actually seeing his wanker," she admitted.

"We are not swingers or anything. We don't share each other in any capacity, I mean. But we've been naked in front of other couples and other couples have been naked in front of us. We have always been drunk or stoned, but we aren't entirely opposed to having some fun in the right setting," I opened up.

"You two get stoned?" she asked in shock. She seemed more surprised by that particular admission than the idea that we could be okay with group nudity.

"I mean, it's not something we do regularly. But we've had some fun with it here and there," I admitted.

"We should totally plan a strip poker with pot night," Megan jumped at the thought.

"I'm game," I said.

It was getting late and I was getting drunk. I texted Kevin and told him to head my way.

Kevin arrived about seven minutes after I texted him, right on cue. I knew he'd be there in exactly the amount of time it took to get to the bar from our place. He waited on me hand and foot. I'm sure he was waiting by the phone for my message or call.

I hugged Megan and said goodnight as I stumbled down the couple of steps into the entry of our watering hole. I got in the car and kissed Kevin on the cheek as I told him I appreciated it. "No worries hun. I'm sure you're going to make it up to me," he offered as he grinned at me.

"Want me to start right now?" I asked as I placed my hand firmly on his package.

"I think I can wait until we get home," he replied. "So, did you have fun?" he asked.

"We did. It was good to catch up," I answered.

"So how is she? What did you guys talk about?" he furthered the conversation.

"She's good. She's dating some new guy. And we talked about penis size," I stated drunkenly as I continued to rub him outside his pants. I felt a reaction almost as soon as I made the comment.

"No you didn't," he assumed.

"We did," I replied.

"And..." he pressed me to continue as I started to pull his cock through the pocket of his briefs.

"And I told her that you have a small one," I teased as I started to stroke his cock lightly with my index finger and thumb. He was throbbing in no time.

"You did not," he didn't believe me.

"I did," I stated.

We pulled in to our driveway and parked. "I don't believe you. What did she say?" he asked as I got out of the car.

"Hurry inside and I'll tell you," I suggested.

I didn't want to wait to get to the bedroom. I wanted his cock. As soon as he shut the door (with his boner still poking through his briefs and pants) I locked it behind him and got on my knees in front of him and went down on him.

"Grab my hair," I instructed him. I wasn't in the mood to mess around. I wanted to take control. He grabbed my hair and followed my lead. He started slowly thrusting into my mouth. I only sucked him for a minute or so. I got up from the floor promptly and turned around as I pulled him jeans and panties down.

"Take your pants off and put your cock inside me," I demanded.

I barely took the time to bend over the back of the love seat in the living room. He slid his cock into me. He could tell that I wasn't in the mood for any sort of passionate love making. He went hard and fast as soon as he entered me.

A couple minutes in he pried further into my conversation with Megan. That was inevitable once I made mention of the size talk. My admission of that part of our conversation would have him wanting me for the next week without any further efforts on my part. "So, what did Megan say when you told her I was small?"

"Haha. I knew that would peak your curiosity," I began. "She didn't really believe me at first. Hey. Keep fucking me or you don't get to hear!" I ordered as he slowed to listen more intently. "I'll let you have your thing later. I'm drunk. I just want your 'small one' to fuck me right now," I continued to tease.

He chortled before picking up the pace again, but pressed on still, "Okay. Now you have to tell me," he said under heavier breathing. "She wants to see it," I said shortly.

"What!?" he replied in shock.

"I said not to stop fucking me or you don't get to hear," I reminded him.

He decided to take more control over the situation. He pulled his cock out of me from behind. He grabbed me by the hips and spun me around before picking me up over his shoulder and carrying me into the bedroom. He dropped me on my back onto the bed, stepped all the way out of his pants, spread my legs somewhat aggressively and inserted himself again.

What did you say when she said she wanted to see it?" he asked as he threw my legs up onto his shoulders and really started going hard and fast.

"I told her she would probably have to get you drunk," I answered.

"No you didn't. You're making all of this up," he guessed.

"If you'll just fuck me until I cum, I'll let you have your thing tomorrow, I promise," I offered him.

I reached down to rub my clit as he continued to fuck me hard. I came in less than ten minutes. When he pulled out to cum on my stomach I had to hurry to pull my shirt up the rest of the way. I knew when he exploded that he would have shot cum all over my nice black top.

Chapter Five- Wild Bets

Kevin was awake well before me the next morning. He was reading a book and sipping coffee all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when I came dragging around the corner.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he sat his book down. "Don't look at me in that tone of voice," I scolded sarcastically.

"Soooo. How ya feelin'?" he asked, clearly amused with my hangover.

"Still half drunk," I admitted as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

You're never in a good state when you resign yourself to chugging coffee. It's like the old saying about kids playing in mud, "A mess was made but a good time was had." My head felt more like, "A good time was had but a mess was made."

I remembered everything. But man was I drunk. I was much drunker than I realized last night for sure. I had that messy bedhead going on and alcohol on my breath. It was one of those taste-your-coming-vomit, kind of next morning drunks. Dehydrated and barely coherent was the mode of the morning.

I went and brewed another cup of coffee and sat back down across from Kevin at the kitchen table. He was just glowing. I suppose it was a combination of the fact that he felt great as I trudged along because of my own actions the night before and the fact that he got laid last night.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I asked him directly.

"Liked what?" he insisted.

I paused. Yep. I was still too drunk and carefree to beat around the bush. "You liked that I told her you were small," as I lifted the cup of coffee to take another sip.

He grinned and lifted an eyebrow. A nonverbal admission of the truth if you ask me.

"You know. I am still not quite so sure that I believe that you told her, or that you were just throwing out a detailed scenario for me," he opened up.

"No, no. I told her. She brought up the topic by telling me that her new boyfriend had a (and I quote), 'really small wanker.' I was drunk. And honestly, I thought you might find it arousing. So. I told her that you were small," I admitted.

"And the rest? She really did say that she wanted to see it?" Kevin continued.

"Yep," I confirmed.

"Soooo? You'd be okay with that?" he advanced.

"You know, I've thought about this a lot lately. I suppose a bit of morning drunken honesty might be prudent here. I really enjoyed that night on the island. I found it arousing," I admitted.

"Which night? Which part?" he urged.

"I liked the night when we were with Hector and Natalia. I felt really sexy. It was a bit more than I am comfortable with sober, but I enjoyed sort of letting loose and being exposed. I enjoyed watching the couples too if you want me to be honest. I want to be clear and say that I'm still not comfortable sharing. I'm not interested in other men. I just enjoyed watching how other couples made love with no inhibitions. I have come to realize that I am a beautiful woman. You are a beautiful man. I know you've had thoughts about it. Let's be honest. You love to have your penis compared to other men. I can only imagine that you've had thoughts and desires about comparing your performance (perhaps not on other women, but in front of them). I say let's give it a shot. Have a few beers, maybe smoke a joint, enjoy each other in front of some other hot people that are enjoying each other. I can't believe I'm letting all this out, but yeah. Let's try it with somebody we already know and see if either of us enjoy it again," I stated candidly.

He sat and stared at me. I saw a look of disbelief but I was also in disbelief that I had said all that. It is fair to say that we were in disbelief.

"Well?" I wanted to know what he thought. "Did you not enjoy those nights?"

"Well. Yeah," was all he offered at first. "I can't believe you..." He paused again to collect his thoughts.

"I can't..."

"Let's just say that I am surprised," he finished.

"Me too," I admitted.

"Okay," he stated with his chin up.

Just like that, we had decided to take our sexual experimentation further.

I sent an email to Megan the next morning inviting her and her new boyfriend to have dinner with us at our house the following Saturday. I also asked her if she could procure some pot. I wasn't just asking for the weekend venture, but I figured Kevin and I would partake on our own at some point just because we had enjoyed the last experience. I wasn't thinking about it in terms of sex. It was more for the front porch rocking chair under the stars.

Megan responded to my email within the hour. She seemed positively giddy about the suggestion. She said in her email response that she had already discussed the possibility with Darrell (the boyfriend). Megan, as I already knew, had already had several similar experiences in her sex life. She was comfortable exploring her sexuality in front of and even with other people. It just dawned on me to wonder if she had told Darrell what she thought about his size, or whether he had asked her about it.

Megan wasn't the most tactful person in the world. She also wasn't very considerate of other people's emotions. I assumed she may well have just attempted to avoid the conversation entirely, even if he brought it up. I didn't see her as the type of person that would lie to him or even attempt to let him down gently.

I responded to her response email to invite her to lunch tomorrow. I would like to hear if that conversation had happened just in case it was brought up during our get-together. I certainly didn't want to be the one that said something that hadn't been discussed and may generate a negative emotional response.

I wondered all of a sudden whether other couples who were new to similar sexual experimentation had similar worries about how their first experience would go down. I had those thoughts, but I wasn't really worried about anything just because there wasn't going to be any sort of physical sharing between the couples.

Megan agreed to have lunch with me the next day. I got straight to the point almost as soon as she sat down. "Megan, I don't want to be the one that makes an inappropriate or insensitive comment in some drunken or stoned state of mind when we get together this weekend, so I have to ask: does Darrell know that you think he's small?"

"Haha. You're much more considerate than me," she began. "No. No idea. Funny you ask me that actually. I let him give me a romp last night for the first time. He was fucking me from behind and just randomly started the dirty talk. You know, 'Yeah, you like that big cock?'"

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I wasn't going to tell him the truth, fuck. Last time there was an acknowledgement of a bigger cock in my life there was cheating, violence, rudeness and a bad breakup. Plus it's not like I'm the most sensitive soul in the world. I thought it best just to play along. I simply responded with, 'Mmmm. Fuck me!'" she admitted.

"Oh. I see," I stammered. "What if he asks you directly in the future? You know, like when it is quieter and you can't pretend that you didn't hear him over the sex noises?"

"After my last experience, I think I'll just lie," she answered.

There was a halt in the conversation.

"I can tell by that look that you disapprove, but I really don't want to go through any male ego episodes again," she added.

"I understand that. I'm just not sure you'll avoid it by telling him something that isn't the truth," I implored.

"If anything comes up about the subject this weekend, I'm shooting you a look and making you answer it!" I stated emphatically.

Megan laughed a little and agreed.

***

The weekend had arrived. Kevin and I both woke up and had our normal cup of coffee before we started cleaning the house. I also asked Kevin to move the dining room table and chairs to a more central location. The plan was just to order some pizza and wings to be delivered so we didn't have to worry about going anywhere or fiddling with dishes and going through a bunch of extra work to whip up some grand meal. Tonight was going to be much more about having some inebriated fun than a casual dining experience.

They arrived at our house a few minutes early. Darrell nearly had to duck to get through the door. He must have been six feet six inches tall. He wasn't chunky, but he wasn't lean either. Sort of a big man's dad-bod. He was in the neighborhood of two hundred and sixty pounds. He had blondish hair and had what I can only describe as a "porn stache," that was so stereotypical of men in those old vintage nineteen sixties and seventies porn movies. It sort of made me chuckle to myself to think about it like that since he apparently did not have a porn dick to match.

Kevin offered Darrell a beer as soon as he had shaken his hand. Megan came straight to the kitchen with me to make herself a gin and tonic. It just dawned on me that I might need to go to the hard stuff too. Then Megan whipped out a small bag of pot that I had asked her about. That would be enough. No liquor necessary given my last carefree experience with weed.

We played some Rook for the first couple of hours as we drank and ate. Darrell was a genuinely nice guy. He was smart and witty and very easy to converse with. He was polite and didn't ogle me in that sexually creepy way that Christian had done.

We were all several drinks in by ten o'clock when Megan finally broke the mold and said, "So who's up for a joint?"

I felt glad that Megan had some balls. It had become sort of a build up at this point. It felt like Kevin and I had both agreeingly made up our minds about this and had built up a certain level of anxiety over experimenting with it (again). She already had a joint pre-rolled that she pulled out of her shirt pocket.

She was also brave enough to add, "How about you get out the strip poker cards while I light this doobie up?" as she lit that doobie up.

I went and grabbed the deck of playing cards. I opened the box and started to shuffle them. By that time we were passing the joint around. The joint burned out much faster than the blunt we had with Hector and Natalia but it still had a great effect.

I knew I was about to learn something from tonight's venture. I assumed I would learn for sure whether or not we would be open to similar experiences in the future. I also assumed I would learn something, though I wasn't sure what, about sex from Megan that night. She was far more experienced with more outgoing sexual episodes than were we. One thing I didn't expect to learn from the night's activities was that either I was really good at cards or they were really bad.

Maybe they were just really bad, but it was very clear from early on that I understood how poker worked to a much greater extent than the other three.

Kevin had removed his button-up shirt and both shoes; Darrell had lost those thing plus a sock; Megan had lost her shirt, her shoes and her socks all before I had removed a single article of clothing.

Megan was the first to lose all of her clothes. She looked exactly as I would have expected in the nude. She was tall and slender like a runway model. She wasn't frail looking like some of them, but she certainly wasn't thick and full anywhere either. She had wide, womanly hips and the sort of smaller breasts that you would typically expect from a woman with her build. Her nipples definitely stood out (though they didn't poke out). She had large, flat, light pink nipples. She brandished her breasts very proudly, making sure they were available for the guys' vision, even giving them a slight side to side shake upon finally removing her bra.

Darrell was the next to be completely naked. He must have been a bit more of a "show-er" because he didn't appear to be so small in his flaccid state.

Kevin was next. At the time that he stripped completely down he was barely aroused. He had grown only slightly from his flaccid state.

After the other three were down to their birthday suits, Megan pressed me that it was my turn. "But I won!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, come now. Don't be shy. You can't be the only one of the group with your clothes on," she demanded.

"Come. All of us will stand up with you while you shed those clothes. It's only fair. You've gotten to see us," she added.

The weed was still having an effect and of course I was heading toward drunk as well. But I found myself a bit more nervous than I expected. All eyes were on me. I stood up and took both socks off first. I then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. They were tight on me, so I had to sort of shimmy my hips to help pull them down and off. When I stood back up to reach behind my back and remove my bra I could tell that there was movement from Kevin's cock. Out of curiosity I glanced over to take a peak at Darrell's as well. His cock had started reaching upwards. I unsnapped my bra and nervously grabbed my boobs, almost as a brief cover, as I let the bra drop to the floor. My nipples had started to harden. I let go of my tits to finish the task and slide my panties down to the floor. When I stood back up there were two very hard penises in the room.

At that moment I had never felt so sexy. From somewhat shy and nervous about exposing myself, to infinitely aroused and having the feeling of being the sexiest I have ever felt, all in a matter of a few seconds. Kevin got hard every time he took a shower with me. Part of the reason I loved him was that it was so obvious that he loved me and was so sexually attracted to me. But the added fact that Darrell had gotten so hard from seeing me undress even though Megan had been naked for quite some time made me feel beautiful in a different way. It was clear that his dick had gotten hard from watching me undress.

Aside from my near instantaneous sensations about my own body confidence, I also quickly became intrigued by Darrell's cock. Chalk this one up as a genuinely funky erection. His penis had barely added any length at all to its flaccid state. Instead, it had stiffened and repositioned itself to a severe directional change. It reminded me of a fire engine ladder. Its erect state was at a steep upwards angle, with a very straight shaft. Then, exactly at the head of his cock, it took another severe angle change just like the bucket part of the fire engine ladder does and became more parallel to the ground. Another cat tail kink, if you will. He had a fairly small head, but it had a very pronounced ridge. I could actually see why Megan would consider him small. Just by looking at him and Kevin there was no noticeable difference in their length. There was a noticeable difference in thickness. Darrell's shaft was noticeably more petite and his head was nowhere near as thick as Kevin's. It was still a sexy and unique cock. I couldn't help but like that he was standing at attention from the sight of my body.

"Okay. I'm naked. What now?" I asked.

Megan said, "Well, I'm not sure about you, but I'm going to suck some cock."

She went straight to Darrell and dropped to her knees. She had clearly had plenty of experience giving head to larger dicks. She went straight to the base of his cock immediately with no gag reflex at all. I made my way more slowly over to Kevin as I watched Megan giving head for a couple of seconds. She was very aggressive. She pulled him into her mouth forcefully and bobbed her head rapidly as she sucked. She used lots of saliva and never bothered to remove any of it.

It wasn't the kind of blowjob that Kevin would have enjoyed. He liked to look deep into my eyes. He liked for me to go slow and be sensual and use my tongue. He enjoyed feeling my lips travel across his shaft and head. He really wasn't into the more aggressive approach. He had even explained to me that he lost some of the most intense sensations the faster I went.

It was all very arousing. Apparently for everybody. It didn't take Darrell more than about five minutes before Megan had pulled him out of her mouth to rapidly jerk him off onto her tits. The steep angle of his cock forced an arching first couple of squirts that were pretty attractive as cumshots go. She made sure all of his cum made it onto her tits, rubbed in into her chest for him to watch and off she went to grab a towel to clean herself up.

I needed more than just giving a blowjob for this night. Besides, Kevin lasted too long to get off from a blowjob most of the time. I told Megan and Darrell to make themselves at home, feel free to use the guest room shower and dragged Kevin back to our bedroom to get myself laid.

Chapter Six- Living on the Edge

Megan and Darrell had up and left by the time we woke up on Sunday morning. I texted Megan to see if she wanted to meet up for breakfast the next morning. I wanted to hear her thoughts.

When we met up I got straight to it, "So...what'd ya think?"

"We had a lot of fun," she answered.

"Did you fuck him after...you know?" I asked.

"After he prematurely ejaculated in front of you guys, you mean?" she laughed out loud. "Yeah. We fucked."

"Is he good?" I became nosy.

"He's fine. His shape feels good on a few spots, but I do miss a bigger cock," she admitted.

"Yeah his shape definitely surprised me a little. It's pretty unique," I said. "I'll go ahead and ask you because eventually he'll ask me, so, what did you think about Kevin's?"

"I was expecting it to be smaller since you went through the whole metric conversion thingy. I suppose I overestimated Darrell's a bit. I thought his head and his curve were nice if he's looking for details," Megan acknowledged. "Fair enough?"

"Haha. Yeah. He'll blow his load to that," I chuckled.

***

It had been a couple days since Kevin and I had sex. It had occurred to me that he really enjoyed the "edging" experiment last year and this seemed a good opportunity to do it to (for?) him again. Intentionally withholding an orgasm didn't seem very appealing to me, but if he enjoyed the tease and the subsequent release who was I to deny (see what I did there?) him?

I spent the next three days randomly finding opportunities to grab or play with his package. I cupped my hand around his junk through his shorts as we passed in the hallway. I hopped in the shower twice just to fondle his balls without ever touching his cock. I ordered him into my shower once to stroke his dick for a few minutes. I worked him up often and demanded that he not relieve himself until I allowed it.

On the final edging endeavor I took it a little further. I caught him while he was finishing up in the shower, took all my clothes off, leaned up against the wall and started touching myself with my leg propped up on the side of the bathtub. He turned off the shower as soon as he noticed me. I motioned him over. I stayed in the same position because I knew I could tease him in that position. "It's gonna be pretty hard to reach me with five inches. You're gonna have to stay super hard to keep your little cock inside me," I teased him as he began thrusting his head into my wetness. I wrapped my leg around him and stood on my tip toe to add to the difficulty and the teasing effect.

I had begun to find it very arousing for me to get short bursts of edging sex. They were tantalizing but fulfilling in their own right.

I had recently remembered that I had never gotten around to giving him that blowjob I suggested some time back as we were discussing the interviews for my secretary position. I decided to take off a bit early that Friday in order to make sure that I beat Kevin home. I had made him wait long enough. I showered and shaved before he arrived.

I was waiting for him curled up on the couch with a beer and a big grin on my face when he walked through the door. "Well, well. Whatcha doin?" I had peaked his curiosity.

"Waiting on you," I said pointedly.

"Waiting on me for what?" he asked.

"It just dawned on me that I told you I was going to give you a blowjob just because I like sucking your dick and I never got around to doing it," I bluntly announced. "Go take a shower and come back out her to me."

He hopped to it. Four minutes later he was standing in front of me in his towel.

"Go lay down on the bed and take off your towel. I'll be right there," I commanded.

I gave him a couple minutes to get situated and begin to wonder what I was doing. I stripped down to my panties and walked in while I was gently pinching my nipples. His cock twitched a couple times before coming to a stand still at full attention. I climbed on top of him and straddled him. I grasped his shaft gently and pulled it into me to use to rub my clit and grind on him. I only did this for a minute or two before turning around while still lightly holding onto his cock. I slid him just inside my panties to use my ass to rub the back side of his shaft. I only did this for a minute as well. I wanted to get him inside my mouth.

I turned back around and slowly kissed down his torso before wrapping my lips around his dick. I was determined to give him one of those "The Works" blowjobs.

After a few deep sucks I pulled him out of my mouth to make my way down to his balls. I licked and sucked his balls for a minute or two as I stroked his shaft. I came back up and removed my hands to brace myself on each side of him. I had to take my head further up his torso to get in a position to get him back inside my mouth without the use of my hands. I used my mouth to pull his cock back into an upright position so he could look into my eyes as I sucked him.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him before going all the way back down on him.

"That. I love the way you suck my cock babe," he answered.

"Yeah? You want me to talk dirty?" I teased.

"Yeah," he started to breath heavily.

"First I want to know what you thought about the other night?" I pried.

"It was hot," he said between breaths.

"Did you think Megan was hot?" I furthered.

"She's not really my type," he claimed.

"I think I was Darrell's type though," I bragged.

"Haha. Yeah. He got hard from watching you for sure," Kevin breathed.

I deep throated his cock to the point where I could use the tip of my tongue to lick his balls and kept my mouth in that position as I looked up at him for a few seconds.

When I came back up I pulled my mouth off his cock slowly and took it into my hand to stroke him as I said, "You know, for a guy with your fetish and your past experiences, it seems quite the coincidence for you to be the biggest guy in both of our first two couples experiments."

"You thought I was bigger than Darrell?" he moaned.

"Yeah. Megan said she thought you were bigger too," I gave him the details.

Kevin was breathing very heavily now. His hips began to squirm with less volition on his part. I repositioned myself so that my head was on his chest watching myself lightly touch the back of the head of his penis. I wanted to watch him cum and for some reason I was craving that he cum all over my face.

"I don't want you to tell me when you're gonna cum. Just let yourself go," I instructed lustily.

A few more heavy breaths. A few more squirms.

"What did you think about his?" he yearned.

"He had a nice dick. On the thinner side, but I liked his unique shape," I admitted.

Kevin started to orgasm instantly upon my response. At least three or four thick shots landed on my face. As soon as he had finished his orgasm I went back down to suck him for several more minutes until he started to lose his erection. I'm guessing that when Kevin regained his breath and was able to speak again that he would tell you that was the best blowjob he'd ever gotten.

"Caught your breath yet?" I asked after a minute or so. "Was that good?"

"Fuck. It was great," he asserted.

"Well, while I've got you vulnerable..." I started to change the subject.

"I want you to know that I actually do find it a bit fascinating that you've been the biggest in our two couples...things...whatever you want to call them. I only find it interesting because of your fetishes and because of what you say your past experiences with size have been. I'm curious," I started to admit but paused for a second.

"Yes," he offered for me to continue.

"I find myself wondering how you would handle being the smaller guy in the room if and when that ever happens," I stated honestly.

"I think I've moved past my insecurities if that's what you're asking. I think I would be just as aroused and into you as anything we've done. Why are you all of a sudden so curious? Are you saying you're interested in making something like that happen?" he wanted me to open up further.

"I feel the same way as I told you about our experiment with Megan. I am open to doing stuff in front of other couples. I was honestly just curious as to whether or not you would react differently than when we play out your 'being small or smaller' fantasies in private, or if it might be something that bothered you if it happened in real life," I admitted.

"I think I would be fine with it," he returned.

"Do you think you would want me to do any size talk about you being smaller if that happened? Or would you rather that sort of stuff remain private?" I genuinely wanted to know.

"I'm not sure. I think I'd be okay with either. Whatever direction you felt was good in the moment," he claimed.

"It's funny. I can tell that you are really turned on by being in front of other couples. I would have never guessed you'd develop that tendency in your personality earlier in our lives," he affirmed.

"I have grown to be more comfortable with my body. I guess it sort of parallels your psychological development in a way. But yeah. It has surprised me to an extent as well. I guess I found it extremely arousing that Darrell was turned on by my body too," I openly acknowledged.

"I like this confidence," Kevin admitted.

"And I yours," I reciprocated.

Chapter Seven- Sharing and Caring

Clare starts working for me today. I need her to start learning on the job before we move into our new building.

She arrived early. She was dressed professionally. She had a pep in her step, a smile on her face and a tablet under her arm ready to take notes.

As she was walking into the office towards me I took greater notice of her looks. I couldn't help it. She was stunning. Her outfit did much greater justice to her figure than did the dress she wore to her interview. Her black dress pants were tight on her. Her red hair was bright and shiny. Her eyes were a piercing, ice blue, like you would expect from someone of Scandinavian decent. Her lips were full and light pink. She had freckles like you would expect for a ginger. She was average height, around five foot five, maybe five foot six inches tall. Her hips swung as she walked and her tits bounced even though she was appropriately covered for a work environment. She walked confidently.

Besides all that, she came prepared.

She had spent the entire week since being hired by me researching my past work. The only written work she hadn't read of mine was my doctoral thesis, which she asked me about.

"Hey, if you want to read a hundred and forty page thesis on penis size and shape, sure," I accepted.

"Of course I do," she smiled. "I want to jump in head first. I want to read your thoughts on whatever you'll allow me to."

"Okay, I'm all for your enthusiasm but I'm not going to be a fan of regular ass kissing," I said.

"Hey, ya never know. My college professors love that bullshit," she relaxed.

"I do want to read it," she added for confirmation of her non-sarcastic intent to do the reading.

"I will have it here for you when you get back from your lunch break," I indicated. "Which, by the way, I prefer that you take from twelve to one."

"Sounds great," she approved.

Clare spent the entire morning following me around, taking notes and listening intently. She seemed like a very career focused young woman.

She went to lunch promptly at twelve as I instructed and returned several minutes earlier than I had asked her to. When she came back from lunch she was actually accompanied by a young man. I initially assumed it was her boyfriend. He looked to be of similar age. He wasn't tall but wasn't short, maybe five foot ten. He was very athletically built. He was particularly muscular like he was a daily workout fiend. He was very dark-skinned but not obviously non-white. His hair was all fixed up with gel, short and intentionally spiked up.

He gave her a kiss on the lips a few minutes before one as if she had pointedly asked him to make sure he was gone before she was required to start working again.

"Boyfriend?" I inquired as he exited.

"Indeed," she confirmed.

"Handsome. How long have you two been together?" I became nosy.

"Just over two years," she replied. "He's a year older than me. He's only a few months from getting his Kinesiology degree. He's going to be a personal trainer, maybe do some research for the university as well."

"Very good. Name?" I inquired further.

"Carlos," she told me.

"Good stuff. Here ya go. Your desired reading," I handed her my thesis.

"Thanks. I'll have it read by tomorrow," she said eagerly.

"Tomorrow, huh? Listen girl, you can't take over the business," I joked.

"Eh, it's no big deal. I love to read," she affirmed.

Clare came back into the office the next morning thesis in hand with another smile on her face and handed it back to me promptly upon her arrival.

"All done?" I asked.

"Yep," she confirmed.

"And?" I pressed for her thoughts.

"Insightful, well written and a topic I am utterly fascinated by," she offered.

"Really?" I was somewhat surprised. "I haven't found there to be too many women that are particularly fascinated by the analytical side of the penis. In my experience, the men care much more than the women."

"Analytical?" she seemed surprised by my characterization.

I sort of cocked my head and asked for an expansion of her thoughts non-verbally.

"Well, I just find it interesting that you would characterize the measurement stuff as purely analytical since those numbers are the focus of the psychology going on for men," she clarified. "It's analytical for us. It seems very much a matter of the mind for them."

"You've dealt with size issues in your life," I stated pointedly.

"A couple times," she affirmed with a grin.

"Uh huh," I grinned. "I'm always interested in that kind of stuff if you want to share the details."

"How about over lunch today?" she suggested immediately.

"Haha. You're just an open book aren't you?" I ushered.

"Pretty much," she replied.

I wanted Clare to get used to a routine lunch schedule so I waited to take my lunch at noon with her. We went down to a local sandwich shop. I swung for the fences straight away. "Well, let's hear about your experiences since you've read through my studies," I opened the dialogue.

"Straight to it, huh?" she asked before responding immediately. "The first guy I ever gave a blowjob to was definitely the curious type. He wanted to know what I thought about it when I first gave him a handjob. I don't know if I initiated his curiosity or not, but I always sort of assumed I did because I was stroking him and told him that I thought I could probably take all of him in my mouth. I ended up telling him that I didn't really know because I had never seen another one, but I thought he looked very normal."

She took a bite of her sandwich before continuing. "I actually ended up confessing to him that the boyfriend I had right after him was bigger than him. He asked. I told. I have no idea what he thought about that revelation. He never said one way or another."

She took a sip of tea and continued again, "The boyfriend I had after that next one was not tiny but definitely on the smaller side. He asked me during a blowjob once if I thought he was big. I have always been honest. I told him that he looked average. He wanted to know more so he asked me if that meant that I had experienced bigger. I simply told him that I had."

"Those are the only two situations where a guy has actually asked me about his size directly," she concluded.

"And you?" she redirected the question to me.

"Several," I admitted. "My husband, Kevin, is probably the most important reason I chose the thesis hypothesis in the first place."

"Kevin, huh?" she looked inquisitive. "Am I to assume that 'Kevin, M, 29' from your thesis examples is your Kevin?"

"Hahaha. I didn't even think about that," I was thrown aback a bit.

"Is that a yes?" she pressured me.

"Maybe," I grinned and took a bite to avoid saying anything else in the moment.

"Haha. It's cool. I was actually thinking while I was reading it that Carlos would have been a much better example for you to use in some ways than one that you chose to use," continued the conversation.

"Oh? How so? Does he have some sort of fetish?" I asked.

"No. He's pretty much plain vanilla in the bedroom. We have had sex in front of other people, but really, he's not interested in anything kinky or even things like dirty talk. I was thinking he might be a better example than the 'caveman' you used for that aspect of your thesis. He's really well endowed but doesn't talk about it, brag about it, or really care about it being big at all. Other than using to please me that is," she really opened up to me. "Of course I guess that would have been pretty boring comparatively. That guy was such an idiot that it was comical."

Over the next few months both our personal and working relationship really gained steam. She fit right in and got along well with Megan as well. It was nice to finally have developed a close-knit group of friends. I had never been the center of a group. Clare and Megan's social life pretty much revolved around my ability to go out, have dinner, drinks, whatever. It was also a wonderful thing for all of our guys to get along well. They all loved sports, were all intelligent and polite and were generally easy to carry on a conversation with about any topic.

We were down to the last few finishing details of our new office building. It was looking great. It finally looked like a reputable place to administer business. We were told that the structure would be complete by week's end. All we had left to do was paint.

Kevin, Carlos and Darrell all volunteered to help paint the offices over the weekend. We had saved money by using less expensive materials in places and by not buying the most expensive computers, desks or appliances. The guys figured they would help us save some money by doing much of the painting ourselves as well. It was nice that the men in our lives were invested in our success. Neither Carlos nor Darrell really had any reason to invest their time in helping. I suppose it made some sense for Carlos because Clare had recently put a bug in my ear that she might be interested in buying into the business down the road. She had clearly thought about it in some detail, as she suggested we could actually split into two branches of psychology within the same office. Darrell wanted to help because Megan was my friend and he was just a genuinely nice guy.

We all met up on Saturday morning and hammered down to paint the interior.

After nearly four hours of painting, we needed some food. And maybe some beer. We sent the guys off to grab a few brews to bring back so we could wet our whistle while we worked. Us girls walked down to our favorite sandwich shop again. It was a nice bonus for us to move so close to our favorite lunch spot. On our walk Clare threw out the suggestion that we all get together next Friday before we officially opened the new office on the following Monday to have a big blowout celebration. Kevin and I were homebodies. We were certainly down for that. Up for that? What's the lingo? We were saying yes to that.

Megan apparently already had plans with Darrell to head out of town for the weekend, so they were out. It would have been nice to have them be a part of the festivities, but they weren't actually involved in the business anyways, so it wasn't a huge deal.

I told Clare that her and Carlos were welcome to come to our house and celebrate. Kevin and I weren't the best party hosts. Kevin was a fairly decent cook, but he didn't really enjoy cooking for groups, so we would probably just go the pizza route again.

We cleaned up the house again Thursday evening to make it look presentable. I woke up excited that this was my last day ever in a rented office space. I had a cup of coffee and headed off to work. By the time I arrived Clare was already there. She was just as chipper as ever. She looked like she had been there working for an hour or so, busily typing away at her desk when I opened the door.

"Good morning," I said with a smile. "What are you doing here so early?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Clare quickly admitted.

"Sure. What's on your mind?" I asked.

"It's about tonight," she began.

"Okay, sure," I offered for her to continue.

"So..." she stammered, hesitated to continue momentarily. "I told you that Carlos and I had had sex in front of other couples before."

"Yeees," I allowed her to proceed.

"Okay, I'm just going to come out and say it," she was beating around the bush.

"Please do," I suggested with a grin.

"I don't know what Kevin thinks about me as far as whether he finds me attractive or not, but Carlos definitely thinks you're gorgeous and we have talked about the possibility of maybe having some fun with you guys???" she sort of presented as a question.

"Are you talking about swapping partners? Or just doing things in front of each other?" I questioned.

"Well. We didn't rule out the possibility of messing around with each other. But so far I know that both you guys and we have only ever been comfortable with our own partners," she admitted.

I pondered the suggestion. It would definitely need to be discussed with Kevin if we were to even consider doing anything that included an exchange. I was also a bit more skeptical about going in to a situation where we were all exposed in front of each other in this scenario simply because Clare had indicated that Carlos was "well endowed." She didn't offer any specifics, but Kevin had never been in that situation with me. Despite what his preferred fetish may be in the privacy of our own bedroom expeditions, I wasn't exactly sure how he'd feel in a more realistic, in-the-flesh, type of setting.

"I'll obviously have to discuss that possibility with Kevin first, but I don't think we'd have any problem having a couple beers and allowing whatever happens with our own partners to happen in front of each other. We both like and have grown very comfortable with the both of you, so I don't think that would be an issue at all," I stated.

"Do you guys smoke pot?" I asked her out of the blue.

"Ummm...very rarely. Why?" she was somewhat confused.

"Haha. We've never been able to do anything in front of other people without getting high. We're not really what you'd consider smokers, but we have enjoyed the sexual exploration with others and just need the extra courage it seems," I replied.

"Oh. Haha. I get that. That's fine. We're fine with taking a couple puffs," she said.

After Clare and I's morning conversation I called Kevin once I sat down at my desk to see if he could meet me for lunch. We wouldn't have much time to discuss all this after work before they arrived at our house, so these things definitely needed to be discussed so that there was ample time for both of us to mull it all over. I had never asked Kevin if he found Clare attractive. And I myself had never really thought of Carlos that way. He was certainly handsome and in good shape. I just wasn't really a dark hair, dark eyes kind of person normally. Then again, if I were to go through with anything that resembled what Clare had suggested I wouldn't be at all interested in intimacy. My own personal rule would be no kissing. Maybe that seems strange, but kissing was a more personal connection than just like grabbing or sucking a dick. As far as a physical hook-up goes, those things were purely about getting off. They were more animalistic in nature. Let's face it. Animals have evolved by fucking. Kissing was the result of a more intimate progression of human connections.

I brought up the suggestion as soon as Kevin and I sat down for lunch. Kevin didn't immediately respond. He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed it slowly as he contemplated.

Once he finished chewing and washed down his bite with a swig of sweet tea he finally spoke, "Clare is really hot."

He paused again but I could tell he was going to say more, so I stayed silent.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Really? What do I think? I was expecting something profound and concrete," I opined.

He took another sip. (Isn't it funny how different "sip" and "swig" sound? From country to sophisticated in five sentences.)

"I don't really know how I'd feel about a couple things," he started. He hesitated so long that I didn't know if he was going to need to be ushered along. "I don't know if I'd be okay with intercourse. As strange as it may sound, I also know that I wouldn't be okay with kissing."

I laughed hard.

"Enlighten me," Kevin chortled.

"Not kissing was the first and most important rule I came up with in my head and I wondered if you'd think that was weird," I answered honestly.

"Oh, well, it sounds like we're on the same page then?" he inquired.

"I think so," I replied.

"Wow. I can't believe we're going to do this," Kevin espoused.

"I know, right?" I started to say. "Oh...there is something I think you should be aware of."

He didn't ask, just looked inquisitively at me to finish my thought.

"Clare has suggested that Carlos is 'well endowed'" I gave him the "quote" fingers.

"How well endowed are we talking?" he asked.

"No idea. She didn't give any specifics," I admitted.

"I know we've discussed it, but are you sure you're going to be okay with that?" I asked him.

"I think we should just give things a try and have some fun," he answered.

"Okay," I said.

We both arrived home from work within minutes of each other. The house was clean. Clare and Carlos weren't coming over for a couple hours. All we needed to do was make sure we had the pizza ordered on time. The beer was cold and Kevin had rolled us a blunt.

They arrived ten minutes early. Clare and I hugged, Kevin and Carlos shook hands. Each lady gave the other guy a quick hug. There was an air of awkward tension with the knowledge that there were sort of kind of plans for the night. That was understandable on both couples' part. Kevin pulled out four beers. We popped the tops and all cheers-ed to opening the new office. It was funny. All four of us gave a bit of an extra gulp or two out of nervous anxiety.

The pizza tracker app on my phone showed that the delivery guy was now en route. He would be at the house in approximately twelve minutes. Clare gave a rushed suggestion that we should light up the blunt and take a really quick puff before the pizza guy arrived. Kevin lit it up and we each went puff puff pass one time and Kevin put it out. I lit a candle out of paranoia that the pizza delivery guy would smell the burnt pot.

Ha. What a stupid concern. A (probably) college guy giving a damn about smelling marijuana in somebody's house.

But that was the sort of nervous tension that had built up among the four of us. Clare asked me to check my app again. It said three minutes. Clare walked over to the fridge and helped herself to another beer. She popped the top and announced that she was going to chug the whole beer before he arrived. This was definitely the college/unprofessional side of Clare that I had never witnessed. She handled herself with such maturity in our professional setting. Her chugging efforts extracted a "damn girl" from Carlos.

She finished with a few moments to spare. We saw the delivery guy pulling in through the living room window. Clare peered out the window curiously. She turned to us and announced that it was in fact a young guy driving. We (well, at least Kevin and I) briefly wondered to ourselves why that fact mattered and why it merited an announcement.

"I'm going to take the delivery with my tits out," she surprised us.

There she went. Quickly unbuttoning her navy blue blouse and tossed it over the back of the couch. She had on a royal blue satin bra with black trim that highlighted the lighter blue shade of her eyes. I feel certain that Kevin noticed the matching set of blues as well. She then went straight for the bra snap. Before we knew it, there they were. They were...they were...they were very eye-catching. I could tell by the "caught" look that had taken over Kevin's eyes.

I'm kidding. I was impressed too. She was a large, firm C or maybe D cup. Her breasts were as milky pale as the rest of her body, with a similar arrangement of freckles. She had large, pale pink nipples that had just started to harden and darken in the very center at the peak of her nipples.

Clare shuffled herself gleefully to the door so that her breasts bounced around in all directions as she frolicked. She opened the door and immediately caught the glare of the young man. He made no attempt to conceal his stare.

She stood there in the doorway in just her jeans, breasts fully exposed as she placed one hand on her hip in a sassy way to acknowledge the young boy's stare as she held out the cash for the pizza with her other hand.

As soon as the young delivery boy accepted the cash, Clare told him to keep the change as she slung the door closed to interrupt his persistent gaze. She turned to us cheerily and announced "Dinner!"

She placed the pizza boxes on the dining room table and walked over to put her blouse back on. She didn't bother with her bra. She buttoned the blouse up a couple buttons short of her previous spot to leave visible the top of her cleavage.

"Ah. Good thing you left something for the imagination," I quipped to everyone's amusement.

"I can whip them back out if you like," she returned.

"No, no, I think we can all wait until after dinner," I suggested.

We sat down and drank, ate and talked for a little over an hour. "You guys wanna walk out on the porch and take a couple more puffs under the stars?" Kevin asked in a moment of silent pause.

"I'm game," Clare offered.

Kevin led the way. It wasn't a perfectly clear night, but it was warm with a slight breeze that made it pleasant. Clare and Carlos each took two turns before going in. Kevin and I were on the same page. We stayed on the porch for a couple extra minutes by ourselves. "You sure you want to do this?" I asked as I inhaled lightly.

"Yeah. I'm nervous but excited," he assured.

"Okay," I confirmed. I let Kevin finish putting the blunt out and as soon as he looked back at me I reached up with both hands to gently pull his head to me. I kissed him passionately for a couple of seconds.

When we walked back into the house Clare was topless again. Carlos had his shirt off by this time as well. They were making out passionately as we had briefly done on the porch. Clare turned to us after a moment. She used her head to motion us towards them. We made our way closer. Clare took a step towards me to close the gap. She grabbed both of my hands with hers and pulled me gently towards her. When she had pulled me to about elbow length away from me she took the bottom of my shirt with her hands and began to assist me in pulling it over my head. I had a black bra on that had a lace-like trim.

"Mmm. Sexy," Clare said as she bit her bottom lip.

She wasted no time in reaching behind my back to unsnap my bra. That "first" next step was done. It was always a bit of a nerve-racking experience for me at the moment of exposure.

In my head I wanted to retreat a bit. I wanted to shyly cover my breasts. It was a strange paradox. It had dawned on me that I had never been exposed along with a woman who was very well endowed. Both of us had been around people who were obviously more endowed than us in their own right, but neither of us had also been naked. It was a new dynamic for us both.

I spoke up before we went any further, "Before we go on, we have a rule. No kissing."

Clare pulled me closer and brought her lips into my neck and clavicle. She pressed her soft lips on my skin with an open mouth and gave me a few light swirls with her tongue. Chills traveled down my spine. Goosebumps formed. She moved her mouth up to my ear and bit my earlobe lightly before also swirling her tongue on the bottom of my earlobe before pulling herself back away from me. She grinned at me and replied, "I think we can handle that."

She ushered me towards Carlos as she maneuvered in front of Kevin. She then turned to Kevin and said, "Relax." She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He looked like an adolescent learning the ropes, amazed that he was getting the chance to touch some boobies for the first time.

Interestingly, Kevin's "first-timer" "rookie" look was enough for me to loosen up a bit. I suppose it triggered a reaction that released the independent, strong woman side of me. I started kissing Carlos' chest as he moved his hands to my chest. He cupped them and pinched my nipples only briefly as I made my way down his torso. I glanced over to Kevin. He was watching me as Clare was kissing his neck and clavicle while commanding a firm grasp on Kevin's ass.

I got to Carlos' jeans. I went ahead and got onto my knees. At this point I just wanted to rip the band aid off. Clare had directed Kevin's hands to her own jeans. He had started to unbutton and unzip them.

I shimmied the jeans off Carlos. He was wearing some tropical themed silk boxers. After he stepped out of his pants I reached up his boxers. I ran my fingers along the length of his shaft to get an idea of what I was working with. He had not yet gotten hard at all that I could tell. I guessed his flaccid length was around seven inches. If he grew any he would probably be the biggest guy I'd been with. It didn't take much of my fingers and then some gentle cupping of his balls for me to begin to feel some swelling and some movement of his hardening shaft. The front of his boxers began to rise more rapidly the more I played with his balls.

Kevin was now helping Clare finish removing her pants to reveal a thong, and a beautiful, womanly figure. Her ass matched her chest. She was full, rounded, firm and had hips to go with the rest of her curves. He was being ever so gentle. He had barely placed his hands on her lush ass. He glanced over at me.

I winked at him just before grabbing the waistband of Carlos' boxers to shuffle them off. He was watching intently.

I didn't actually look as I removed his boxers. I watched myself drag them all the way down to his feet and help him step out of them. In doing this I could actually feel the head of his cock and some of his shaft come to rest across my shoulder. I could feel the weight of his member resting on me. I knew from that feeling of heft that he was going to be very large.

When I brought my head and eyes back up to place my focus back to making sure Carlos was erect I found that the first task was already completed. I imagine Kevin enjoyed my reaction. It was genuine. I was genuinely stunned. Just from looking at it, it seemed approximately twice the size of Kevin. I guessed he was easily ten inches. It wasn't a really thick cock by any stretch, but that aspect of his size was still a bit above average. His thickness was uniform all the way from base to tip. His head was just a touch narrower than his shaft. It sort of came to a point for lack of a better description. I had definitely never seen one that long. He had a pretty severe downwards curve that started about halfway down his shaft. I wondered if that had as much to do with physics as anything. I thought gravity might have actually had the effect of helping create that bend just due to the weight of his dick being distributed that far out.

I grasped the base of his shaft with my left hand and used my right hand to stroke the head of his cock and the top part of his shaft as I looked up to him and offered a couple lines, "Oh my goodness. You have a huge cock," making sure Kevin could hear me.

Beside us Clare could clearly tell that Kevin was staring as the enormity of Carlos' penis was exposed. She smiled at him as she used both hands to turn his cheeks back to facing her. "There's nothing to worry about," she said as she looked into his eyes. "Can I feel?" she asked him as she began guiding her hand down under the waistband of Kevin's briefs. She shuffled around and began making slow strokes in an upward motion under his briefs. I was using both hands to stroke Carlos as I watched their progress.

"Mmm. Your cock feels very nice," she told him as she arched her neck back and moaned lightly while Kevin played with her nipples.

I licked my lips in preparation to guide Carlos into my mouth. Clare and Kevin both watched me as I placed my lips around his head. Clare was still moving her hand up and down inside Kevin's pants as they watched. I figured that since I was the center of attention I would show off my talents. The downward curve of his cock made it easier to get into my throat and he wasn't too thick as to stretch my mouth out to far to be able to go further down. Mostly because of his shape I was able to get less than an inch away from taking him all the way.

"Oh my," I heard Clare say softly. "Are you for real?!" she added as I gave her a look upon hearing her initial shock.

"Almost," I exclaimed triumphantly with trails of saliva stretching from his cock to my mouth. I looked back up to Carlos and proclaimed, "I don't think I can get the rest. Your dick is huge." He didn't speak. He grabbed his cock and gave it a couple gentle slaps on my tongue and helped himself back into my mouth.

Clare returned her attention to Kevin. She lowered herself into a squatting position and looked up at Kevin as she pulled the waistband out away from his abdomen before taking out his cock, "May I?" she asked.

Kevin nodded, "Of course." I wondered what was running through his head as she was about to see him in all his glory.

She pulled the waistband on out and helped him shimmy out of his briefs as I had done for Carlos. She returned her gaze to his stiffened cock. She gave it the once over. She ran her fingers up and down the length of him as she maneuvered her head to be able to see all of him. "Very handsome," she announced as she gave him eye contact upon putting her lips around his swollen mushroom head.

She started sucking him slowly. She mostly stayed at a depth that just surpassed the head of his cock. She started to deepen her sucks. It was funny to me that she didn't seem to be able to take all of Kevin. I wondered what that meant for Carlos. I wondered if he thought she was skilled at giving head. I would have to ask Kevin what he thought about her technique and see how it compared to my deepthroat skills. She grabbed his hand and placed it behind her head as she grabbed his butt and brought him into her mouth. She started to force the issue and insinuate that she wanted Kevin to face fuck her. He did so but not nearly as deep as he did with me. He was controlling his thrusts so that about three fourths of his length was entering her mouth with every push. Her eyes were watering from that depth.

"Can you take it all the way down?" he asked her boldly.

"I can try. I don't think so. Your head is really thick," she said as she opened her mouth wider. She kept her mouth further open, trying to use her throat and let him travel back a little further than she had been allowing. She got choked up and gagged before she could get the last little bit of his shaft and had to remove herself abruptly.

She looked up at Kevin with watery eyes and a big smile and said, "Whew," she uttered as she took in a deep breath. "No. The head of your cock is really thick," she emphasized.

I wondered what Kevin thought about that comment. The size difference was so obvious it slapped you in the face...or on your shoulder. I wondered if he would tell me that he thought she was just patronizing him once I had a chance to ask him in private.

Clare pushed Kevin in the direction of the couch. She sort of guided him into a sitting position before instructing him to scoot forward so she could have better access to his dick. She raised up higher on her knees and used her hands to squish Kevin's throbbing cock between her breasts. She used them to both gently stroke him up and down and to occasionally use one or the other to rub on him in sort of a circular motion. She would also use her nipples individually to tease the back of his head before returning his shaft to between her ample bosom. It was both arousing and jealousy-inducing at the same time for me. It was nice that Kevin was able to experience the action. It was also a reality check for me. It was something that I just couldn't do for him in the bedroom.

We had both sucked each other's guy's cock for ten minutes or more. I was ready to get fucked. But I wasn't ready to go full swap. I wanted Kevin's dick. I needed it.

I think Clare had a similar thought at a similar time. She stood up and walked over to her purse. "I'll be right back," she assured. As she walked over and began rummaging through her purse I gave Kevin the "come hither" finger to motion him to me. It was a sporadic, impulsive fantasy that had impaled me in the moment. I wanted to suck both of them at the same time. I assumed it would give Kevin an immense psychological pleasure as well. I knew his weird little kink light would flicker if he was able to see the size difference up close, actually in each of my hands and alternating into my mouth, even if only momentarily as Clare finished her search. I was only able to alternate between them for about forty to sixty seconds, but I think that was enough. After deepthroating Carlos for a moment I returned to Kevin's dick and easily put him all the way into my mouth so that my nose was touching his lower abdomen. I held the deepthroat for an extended period for Kevin as I looked up at him and winked to indicate the ease in which I could swallow him. I felt the appreciative reactions in his cock as it twitch involuntarily inside my mouth.

Clare had returned with a small black box of condoms. I recognized the box. They were Magnums. She tossed them over towards me and said, "Here ya go. You can go ahead and get one on him." I gave Kevin one last bit for his fetish and made sure to get Carlos sloppy wet by going back down on him one last time. As I removed my mouth from his length I used both hands for a few seconds to stroke him. There was plenty of dick left past the width of both of my hands as I stroked him.

Kevin recognized that Clare had intended only to have sex with Carlos as well and it seemed like he was getting more comfortable with the entire situation. He made a comment to Clare, "I don't guess those were for me." I assume he was fishing for a comment about his size from Clare. He got an understanding grin and more of an inuendo. She released a light chuckle and replied more to the two of us, "Oh, did you have a condom for me to put on Kevin for you?" acknowledging that he would need a different condom than those.

The fact that she suggested putting it on Kevin for me was a relief in and of itself. I was certainly prepared just to tell her straight out that I was only going to have sex with my husband, but it was nice to know that we were still on the same wavelength. I reaffirmed the understanding between us and responded, "No, we don't need one for ourselves."

I started to unwrap the condom as Clare went back to giving Kevin head for a couple more moments. She turned to check on my progress and looked back up to Kevin and gave him the comment he was fishing for, "Did you want me to put you in one of those?" she gave him with a wink of her eye before giving him one last deepthroat attempt.

She stood up and came closer to us as I began to unroll the condom on Carlos. She positioned herself in a doggystyle manner with her hands bracing her on the armrest of the couch. When I finished rolling on the condom I was fairly amazed that it was completely stretched out and not quite to the base of his penis.

"I trust that you two can handle it from here," I joked as I stood up and made my way over to Kevin who was still sitting on the couch and had started stroking himself in preparation.

I turned around to face away from him and sat down to let him guide his cock into me. It felt so good. I was definitely aroused by the situation. I could tell in a much different way than normal that Kevin was too. His cock wasn't particularly veiny, but his one vein that was somewhat large on the top of his shaft was protruding so fiercely that I could actually feel the difference inside me. It felt like an additional ridge on his cock and it provided a different, noticeable sensation as it rubbed against me. I sort of lost control of my inhibitions and just arched my back to lean back against him. I knew it would be difficult to keep him inside me if I maneuvered too much up and down so I grinded on him, just wanting to feel the hardness of his cock inside me. I maneuvered my neck so that I could kiss him while I rode him. My eyes were closed because I was just enjoying the moment, taking in the sensation. All of a sudden I felt Clare's hand on my breast. I could tell with my eyes closed because her hands were smaller, softer and I felt the gentle scratch of her long nails as she caressed the bottom side of my breast.

It was somewhat shocking at first, but it also felt very erotic. I had never even given another girl a peck on the lips from some drunken truth or dare event. All of a sudden I found myself reaching out to reciprocate. I was using my right hand to masturbate as I rode Kevin's cock, I reached under her with my left hand to first cup one of her boobs then to use my fingers to caress her nipple. I obviously wasn't a lesbian. I had never even had a bisexual thought. But feeling her young, firm, ample, swinging breasts was certainly an unexpectedly arousing sensation.

She stretched her neck out just a bit further as Carlos gave her slow thrusts from behind. She bent her head down and took my left nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue, licked and used her teeth to gently bite on my nipple. Between her mouth on my nipple, my fingers on my clit and Kevin's cock in my pussy, I started to have a body shaking orgasm like I had never experienced before. The walls of my vagina clinched firmly enough to push Kevin's cock out of me. I squirted all over the couch and floor in an uncontrollable release.

The release sent me into a more aggressive state of mind. I repositioned my body so that I was in the missionary position on the couch for Kevin and placed my head under Clare's boobs. I took one of her nipples into my mouth as Kevin re-entered me. I knew this position would be tough for Kevin because of his height. Fortunately it didn't have to last long.

I guess everybody has their thing. If either myself or Clare had made more open and obvious comments about Kevin's size or the size difference that was present, I feel certain that he would have already ejaculated. For the obvious reason of wanting to receive my own pleasure for an extended period, and for the reason of uncertainty, I didn't want to do that. We could have our own thing in private. Plus I didn't know for certain that Kevin's reaction would be that of a pleasurable experience if those comments were made in front of other people, more directly. I wasn't into the humiliation side of his fetish. I liked that I could do it for him in private sometimes if that was the avenue he wanted me to pursue, but for me his size wasn't something to be embarrassed about.

Apparently for Carlos, his "thing" was for Clare to have physical contact with another woman. Only moments after I had placed myself under Clare to suck on her nipple, Carlos pulled his cock out of her and rapidly yanked off his condom. They apparently had a "thing" of their own in regard to his preference for how he wanted her to make him cum. Clare stayed in doggystyle position but raised her torso up to a steeper angle and turned to look back at Carlos. He let his entire package, ten inches of dick and his balls, flop onto Clare's butt and lower back. While looking back at him seductively she placed her hand firmly on top of his shaft with her palm, all the way down towards his head and the very end part of his shaft to press him down against her ass. She made a few rubbing strokes before cum started to pool on her lower back.

Kevin may or may not have been embarrassed by his size compared to Carlos, but I wondered if Carlos would be embarrassed by having cum within a matter of five to seven minutes of sex.

Carlos wiped himself down and had started to put clothes back on in just a couple of minutes. Clare had positioned herself sitting back against the armrest of the couch to continue watching Kevin and I. She started using her fingers to masturbate while we continued.

Kevin fucked me in a dozen different positions for the next hour and a half solid. Clare even had to jokingly get up and bring him a water about halfway through. We were in doggystyle position when the volcano had reached its peak pressurization point. I thought it would be very erotic for Clare to watch Kevin's orgasm. As soon as I could tell that Kevin was ready to pop I pulled myself away from his cock and said, "I want to watch you stroke yourself off for me."

He started jerking his cock in front of me, Clare watching from her position on the couch, me in a spread eagle missionary position below him, masturbating with one hand, pinching my own nipples with the other. It was taking longer than usual. Perhaps he had some nervous anxiety with Clare watching. Perhaps Clare noticed this might be the case as well.

She scooted herself over towards Kevin, cupped his balls as he stroked himself with his left hand and said, "Don't be shy. I want to see it."

That was enough.

It was a typical orgasm for Kevin. His first couple of shots landed on my stomach, but when all of the pressure started to release he sent cum flying onto my face, tits, even the couch behind me. Clare's eyes were wide with arousal and her jaw dropped in disbelief.

Chapter Nine- A Surprise Walk-in

We had just unlocked the doors to the new office. We were turning on our computers. Then, Clare peaked her head into my office and had a puzzled look on her face. "Everything okay?" I asked.

"You have a...walk-in," she said.

"Okay. Send them on in," I said with a hint of concern.

"Megan?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I know you're very busy. I should have made an appointment," she said apologetically.

"It's fine. No problem at all. Is everything okay?" I asked.

"I suppose it is. I don't want you to think that Darrell and I are having problems. We're not. But I can't figure out a solution to a minor 'disruptive' aspect of our sex life. So...here I am," she sounded exasperated.

"Okay. Well we've always been open books with each other anyways, so let's hear it," I advised.

"He can't get over this whole 'you like that big cock?' 'you like choking on that big cock?' dirty talk during sex. He was fucking me from behind last night and he asked me, 'is that the biggest cock you've ever had?' I suppose because I was moaning and he was exceptionally hard. Don't get me wrong, it felt good. Sex is getting better and better with him. But I can't keep avoiding a direct answer. I can't keep providing non-answers," she opened up.

"Non-answers?" I inquired.

"Like when he makes a comment about his cock being big and I'll respond, 'oh it feels so good,' instead of answering him or agreeing with him," she specified.

"Megan, if this is something that is nagging at you, especially during sex, it is eventually going to cause a more serious issue between the two of you. If you like the guy and want to be with him, you need to sit down and talk about it. You never know. You may find that his desire to hear that he is big or to be told that he is big is just a fetish for the auditory aspect of the sexual experience. It isn't a lot different than a guy desiring to hear his woman moan to know that he is performing things that are pleasurable for her," I began.

"Would you like to bring him in here to talk about it with me?" I offered.

"I don't see why not. I certainly lost the balls to do it, it seems," she admitted with a chuckle.

"I'm free until about one o'clock," I said. "I was just going to work on an article this morning. Do you think he could get here?"

"I'll call him," Megan said as she whipped out her cell phone.

"Hey sweetie," she started. "Could you get away for a few minutes and swing by Korina's office?"

He told her he would be there in twenty minutes. We walked back out to the lobby to make a cup of coffee. Clare stood from her seat with a look of concern on her face. We had all become quite good friends. "Everything okay Megan?" she asked as a caring friend.

I didn't let her respond. I wanted her to lighten up and not stress herself out. "Megan's never been with an average sized penis before," I joked.

"Average? Fucking hell," she grinned.

"You're a unique situation dear, I hate to tell you. Ask Clare what her smallest experience was," I suggested.

She shot Clare an inquiring look. "Tiny. I've had two that were about this big," she said, showing us with her fingers the approximate size to which she was referring. "Maybe like four inches or so. They definitely wouldn't have been five inches," she asserted.

"Really?!" Megan asked with a twinge of shock in her voice. "I can't imagine. I wouldn't be able to keep myself from laughing. I would ruin a poor bloke's life."

We could see through the windows that Darrell had pulled into the parking lot. Megan let out a sigh. "Don't worry. I gotcha," I tried to reassure her.

Darrell walked in and had an understandably confused look on his face as we motioned him into my office. "Have a seat Darrell," I motioned to him as Megan also began to sit.

"Is everything okay?" he asked looking at Megan.

"Yes, yes, everything is great..." she responded without a prepared finish.

Megan looked to me for guidance.

"Darrell, do you mind if I ask you a very pointed question?" I got straight to it.

"Noooo..." he seemed hesitant.

"What do you think about size? Do you think it matters?" I eased into the questions before getting to the point.

"I mean, sure. It has to matter to some degree, but I don't think it's what is most important if that's what you mean," he offered. He looked over to Megan, "Is this about... are you not okay with my size?" he asked pointedly.

"No, no. It isn't what you think. I have grown to really enjoy our sex. I very much enjoy your size," she started to run out of assurances.

"I don't understand," he offered. "Can you just get to the issue?"

Megan was obviously lost or unwilling.

"Megan finds it interesting that you repeat certain things about size during sex," I stated honestly.

He seemed still a bit confused.

"Let me ask you this. What do you think about your own size?" I pried.

"I mean, I know I'm about average," he began.

I think he was going to continue but Megan finally interjected herself, "I'm curious as to why you always talk about being big during your dirty talk. That's why I came to Korina. I didn't know how to talk to you about it. I'm sorry. I don't want you to think anything is wrong. I didn't mean to worry you, I just...I didn't understand..."

"I don't know. I just like hearing it I guess," he replied. "The first girl I ever slept with would talk dirty to me and use phrases like that and I have been turned on by it ever since, I guess."

Megan's face turned from stressed to relieved in a nanosecond.

"I'm not oblivious to where I stand in terms of size," Darrell spoke up again. "I just...nobody wants to hear that they are small or 'just fine' or 'ew, I love that average dick' during sex. You know?"

I felt like the Goddess of Irony slapped me in the face and told me not to let out my laughter.

Chapter Ten- Something for Kevin, Something for Us

 called Megan first thing the next morning to see if her and Darrell had continued their conversation from our appointment. I was hopeful that nobody's feelings were hurt and that they were able to have their own private conversation about whatever they needed to.

"Did you guys end up talking any more about what all we went through at the office?" I asked.

"Oh yes. We definitely put all of our cards on the table," Megan replied.

"And?" I pursued.

"And he asked me about my past partners. He seemed momentarily concerned when I told him that I had slept with eleven other men and that they were all more endowed. I decided to give him a blowjob. It seemed to make everything better. Hell. Give a fellow a blowjob and you can make him okay with anything. All male thought flows through his wanker, I swear," Megan expounded.

"So, did you leave the conversation in a good situation between the two of you?" I pressed on.

"Oh yes. Darrell was very understanding. I think he probably knew all along where he stood. He said he would still like me to direct the dirty talk in the direction of being big. He said it made him feel more confident. I emphasized that he provided me with a great deal of pleasure repeatedly. I assured him that he was much better at several things than my other partners and that there was no reason to believe he couldn't be a better lover in every regard. Buggers. As if my moans of pleasure and his ability to make me reach orgasm aren't confidence inducing enough. Fragile fuckers sometimes aren't they?" she laughed.

"Haha. I understand what you mean. But honestly, I don't see that as fragility. He sat down and talked to you about a topic that I am sure wasn't easy for him. I'm also sure it wasn't easy for him to hear the truth from your side either. They're fragile only in the sense that you need to present the information in such a way that it helps and doesn't hinder the sex. Women tend to forget that you can provide reassurances through a great multitude of avenues. Just because you see his thoughts focused on a more singular protrusion doesn't mean you have to provide your compliments through that venue. 'I love how hard your cock gets for me' or 'I've never had a guy get so hard,' things like that will have the same effect on the release of his endorphins. He's not going to care very much in the moment, when his dick is in the back of your throat or when he hears your moans as you tell him how good he feels rubbing your G-spot while he's inside you. And if he's still concentrating on that aspect during all of that his dick probably isn't going to stay hard and he's probably too small-minded for you to waste your time on him anyways," I offered.

Megan was taking it all in. "Let him worry about his dick size when he goes to pee and doesn't have enough to be able to put it through his jeans. I don't think he's going to be concerned about your thoughts during sex. Just make sure he knows that you like the way he's doing it and all will be well. If he wants you to say certain things to make him feel better about it, to provide him with psychological encouragement that he prefers, that seems pretty simple to me," I added.