Pleasure Upon Request

"Give it to me!" Sadie growled again, , and so I did, albeit not at first in the way she imagined.

I grinned as I slapped her butt with my open palm, a vicious swat that was certain to sting, but did not remove my hand, my fingers kneading her supple flesh.

"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered, and wiggled her hips. Sadie was alive beneath me, squirming this way and that, pushing back, aching to be filled once more. She whimper turned to wail. "Fuck me, Richard!"

I positioned the tip of my cock at the hole of her sex as my hands took firm hold of the cheeks of her bottom, gripping them and locking them in place. My fingers tightened upon her flesh as the mushroom head parted her sopping wet folds and slowly, ever slowly, pushed inside. Sadie whimpered as she took every inch I had, grinding in tight little circles, swaying and shaking, until I reached the end, which is when the heavy thrusting began; I fucked her harder, slamming into her with as much force as I could muster.

It was rough and raw, and it became rougher: with a guttural growl I grabbed her hair bounty of blonde hair with one hand, pulling it back like the reins of a horse and arching her back to significant degree, her breasts thrust out before her. My other hand wrapped around her throat and tenderly applied some pressure, and the combination brought her hands up and off the floor.

Sadie moaned.

I twirled the hand in her hair and twisted her head to the side, keeping my other hand on her throat, and leaned over the snare her lips in mine as I continued plunging my cock into her pussy from behind, filling her full. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed, and the hand upon her throat slithered down to clutch and squeeze her generous breasts, and she gasped and squealed in shock and happiness before falling back onto her hands.

I relished the deliciously dirty view of her bottom, the taut flesh rippling with every impact, my shaft swallowed in the crack between her bubbly cheeks again and again. I loved the look of her curves, tapering down from her thin hips and up the long sleek track of her spine before that luscious bounty of sun-touched hair enshrouded it.

She was bouncing sideways off my hips and I knew I would not be able to last much longer; I was not completely indomitable, after all, and Sadie was a gorgeous woman with a blisteringly hot body.

And so I began my final assault, thrusting harder and harder and harder, so hard I actually lifted her knees off the ground at times, and she whimpered at the fierceness of it, grunting and moaning, but never complaining. Again, I wondered fleetingly what Doug thought of our bawdy sex show, likewise the fact that my cock was poking the pretty pink pussy of his wife.

I varied the depth and angle of my advances, some high, some low, some hard, some soft, some shallow, some deep. The rug was soft upon my knees and my legs were nowhere near being tired, and her excellent body and its open accessibility granted me a great measure of freedom in directing the flow of things, and I was taking advantage.

My hand dropped from her breast into the space between her legs and my fingers delved into her quivering folds to attack the swollen nub of her clitoris, and she twitched violently as I found the right spot, and wailed as I strummed the center of her palpitating sex.

Her arms buckled and her face fell forward to smash into the rug, arms flat on the ground out to her sides, and her eyes were shut and her features evidenced both agony and euphoria as I fucked her, her tongue lolling out as if were reached the limit of her stamina. My fingers flittered over her clit as my shaft penetrated in sync again and again.

"YYYEEEEESSSSSSSS!" she squealed, and then the biggest and best of her orgasms began.

It was a catastrophic climax: the quivering and churning of limbs and labia and womb and woman was more vicious and furious than I could remember witnessing in a long time, the muscles of her pussy clenching and relaxing and clenching again as spasms wreaked havoc between her legs and upon her body, and she creamed all over my cock.

Which proved catalyst for another ending as deep in the pit of my testicles, my own rumble began.

I groaned and plunged my dick once more to the hilt, holding there as my own climax struck; my nuts shriveled and heaved and my cock lurched, and erupted with spurt after spurt of creamy seed, spouting pulse after pulse of white hot cum to mingle with her juices. The steaming spunk splashed against the walls of her womb in waves as I unloaded, and whatever the sensation was like for Sadie, she liked it.

Perhaps that is an understatement: Sadie's body devolved into one massively violent contraction and she moaned, and moaned and moaned again and again and again until there was no air left in her lungs to make sounds. Perhaps, she loved it.

And so we reached the end together, her coming down from the glorious heights as I emptied the last of my load into her velvety depths, and we collapsed forward to the comfort of the carpet beneath, and lay shivering in silence for a long time, recovering, exhausted.

The fire had grown low in the fireplace and the bubble of orange was softer and smaller now, but still the nude and glistening body of Sadie Stillman looked marvelous where she lay, her sweat-dampened body close to mine. I looked at her, slim and delicate and curving in all the right place, and etched the image into my brain, thinking it would likely be the last time I would see it.

"Thank you," she whispered with a lazy smile, though she did not open her eyes.

"You're welcome," I said, and for many reasons.

And then I became aware of another presence coming forth from the shadows, the looming presence of a man who was the third participant in our little play, the silent audience, and there was a look of pleasure and vitality and gravity on the face of my friend that would be impossible to describe in any way, except to say that it might be the single most incredible look of loving tenderness I have ever seen as her knelt before the prostrate form of his wife.

"I love you," he said simply, and scooped her into his arms, and Sadie sighed and snuggled against him, and was lifted by him as easily as one might lift a child, and the eyes of the man met mine for a moment as he rose fully to his feet, and looking down, softly, he said, "Thank you, my friend."

And then he was moving, turning and slipping from the bubble of orange back into the darkness beyond, and I watched as his shadowed figure took to the stairs and ascended, and then, finally, disappeared.

* * *

I did not expect to sleep much that night, not with all that had happened. While my body was exhausted, my mind was still racing and I did not think the former would triumph over the latter. I was right, of course, all the way up until my head hit the pillow.

I passed out almost instantly.

There was one other thing worth mentioning from the darkness of the night, something that I still wonder about with a degree of uncertainty as it happened in that hazy realm between deepest sleep and wakefulness, where dreaming sometimes touches the surface.

My bedroom was dark but there was moonlight trickling through the blinds; not much, but enough to see just a bit. I was coming out of one dream and moving into the next, and sleeping lightly enough in that moment to feel the sudden trembling of the bed.

I twisted back and opened my eyes, and stared right into the face of Sadie Stillman, that beautiful face with its bounty of blonde hair hovering above me, looking down, angel-like, and smiling.

"Thank you, Richard," she whispered, and tenderly lowered her lips to mine. It lasted an instant, that kiss, and was dry and light, but there was feeling in it nonetheless. She pulled away and said again, softly, "Thank you."

And then she was gone and sleep was taking me again, and looking back on it, I wonder if it actually happened or if it was just part of my dream. Either way, it's just one of the many memories I take with me of that weekend.

Part Four: Understandings

Everyone slept in on Sunday morning; I know this because I didn't find my way downstairs until well after ten and Doug and Sadie were still tucked away in their room. It was another thirty minutes at least before Doug emerged.

I had been waiting for him, expecting him to be first. Doug is a man who enjoys his daily coffee, black without embellishment, and I had a pot ready; by the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, the steaming cup was in my outstretched hand.

He smiled. "Thanks," he said simply.

I was not a coffee drinker myself, but had my own cup of hot chocolate, and without speaking further the two of us made our way outside to the back porch. A couple of chairs, a couple of friends, and the late morning sun on our faces; a simple moment, but life at its finest.

We were silent a long time, sitting and sipping and sunning, and yet it was comfortable, which was nice and somewhat unexpected. I felt no awkwardness myself and Doug seemed perfectly fine and dandy. An amazing thing really, considering.

It was Doug who spoke first, confirming my line of thinking while seemingly pulling the thoughts right out of my head. "No regrets," he said softly, "no worries."

I sighed. "I'm glad," I said.

"It was one of the most exciting things I've ever seen," he went on, and as he spoke, the words began to spill out of him. "I've never experienced anything like that before, so intense, so wild, so . . . exactly what I needed. I feel free, weightless. It feels like a whole new day."

The sliding door behind us groaned and a musical voice entered the conversation. "Hello, boys," said Sadie, and Doug and I turned.

She was wearing her running gear: white tennis shoes, white socks, maroon micro-shorts, and that tight maroon-and-gold Sun Devils shirt. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and her smile touched easily her bright blue eyes.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning, Richard," she said, and there was a hint of amusement in her voice. She stepped to her husband and bent to kiss him on the forehead. "I'm going for a run. Back in a bit."

She turned and trotted down the steps from the porch to the ground, and took off at a solid pace. We both watched her go, admiringly.

"What if I said I wanted to request further use of your services?" Doug asked, his eyes still following his wife.

I nearly choked on my coffee, but did a good job covering my surprise. "You say that like I'm a technician or something," I said, trying to make light.

Sadie passed out of view and Doug turned to look at me. He was grinning. "What if I said Sadie enjoyed it as much as I did, and is not against further adventures either?"

"Not against," I asked, needing a specific form of clarification, "or a proponent?"

"A big proponent."

I considered, but not for long. "I'm open to it," I replied, a grin spreading across my face, too. I got another one of those images, all sweat and skin and limbs, only this time the image was not a projection; it was memory.

Oh, yes, I was open to it.

"Alright, then," said Doug, "I've got an idea."

The day was looking up.

* * *

I still could not believe what he wanted me to do, but I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. The initial night of dalliance past, the morning come and the storm settled with no apparent ramifications, but rather further proposition, there was an ease of conscience I had not truly experienced the previous night, no matter how deep into the moment I seemed.

This time, however, I felt free as a bird.

My footsteps were light as I tread down the upstairs hallway in the direction of the room Doug and Sadie shared, and even lighter once I made my way inside. They were neat, a couple of suitcases against the wall and open, one with his clothes and one with hers, and I was delighted to see a sports bra and panties on the top of hers. There were only two items littering the floor: the discarded maroon-and-gold shorts and the Sun Devils shirt.

The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom, the door of which was cracked open. My hand trembled as I pushed it open, although not from any sort of fear; my excitement in that moment knew no bounds. It was the middle of the day and the bathroom was light and bright, and she would be naked and wet, and I would be thus afforded the opportunity to gaze upon her with a sort of visibility I had not previously enjoyed. Plus, as I think I've mentioned, I love beautiful women in the shower.

I opened the door and stood in the doorway, watching.

The shower was a big one, room enough for more than four persons to fit comfortably within. There was a raised shower head, multiple controls for heat and pressure, a tile seat, and large fogless glass doors, through which I saw the profile view of the nude form of Sadie Stillman.

She was majestic: long legs, lean waist, flat stomach, and luscious breasts that were full and round and, I remembered, very pliant. She was lazily swaying in the shower, enjoying the feel of the water upon her skin, before she turned to face away from me.

Which was totally fine as far as I was concerned: the back was an equally incredible sight to behold. Her legs rose and rose until they melted into her shapely behind, tight and firm and rounded like an apple. Above, the small of her back almost beckoned for a series of feather-like kisses, while the cheeks of her ass clenched and jiggled enticingly. Her blonde hair was slick and dark, and clumped together down between her shoulder blades. Her skin glistened.

She turned again, which meant those magnificent breasts were on full display, swollen and tanned with light pink nipples set in the tasty center. Water gushed over them, running down her toned stomach in rivulets and into the trimmed swath of blonde curls just above the sacred pink spot between her legs.

I continued to admire her form and features as she dipped her head beneath the spray and ran her hands through her hair, which stretched her torso and really gave me an exceptional view of her jiggling breasts. She passed a hand across her dripping face and opened her eyes, and for the first time noticed me standing in the doorway.

"Richard?" she breathed, her surprise evident, although she did not move to cover herself.

I said nothing, but smiled with more than a little devilishness as I made my way towards her slowly, stripping off my own clothes as I went. Her bright blue eyes widened as she realized what was happening, then a smile crept onto her own face. It was soft, but mischievous, and sexy as hell.

I put my hand on the shower door; she put hers on the opposite side and held the door closed, grinning. "What's the magic word?" she asked in a honeyed voice.

"Doug," I growled, and yanked open the door.

She gasped and stepped back as I entered the shower, the water striking me and cascading down around us. Beads of water struck her flesh, clinging desperately to her curves. Her eyes dropped to my rock hard cock, standing at attention and wobbling in front of me, then rose slowly to meet mine, the smile creeping back onto her face.

"I'm ready," she said simply.

I stepped forward further, closing all distance between us until her nipples brushed the skin of my upper abdomen. Her breath caught as she tilted her head upward, eager and expectant. My hands went to her hips, palms flat against her skin, and slowly slid up her sides, higher and higher, depressing the sides of her breasts, covering her armpits. Gently, I guided her back until her back bumped up against the tile of the wall.

"Cold," she murmured.

My hands dropped, the left reached under her thigh to lift her right leg, the right slithering down to delve into her slick pink folds. A single finger wiggled inside as she gasped.

"Hot," I told her, and it was.

I parted the lips of her sex with my fingers and maneuvered myself into position, keeping her right leg raised, and with a growl and a lunge, pushed myself into her once more.

Sadie shuddered and sighed. "I want you deeper," she whispered, and moved to curl her limbs around my body; her legs wrapped around my mid-section as her arms encircled my neck.

My hands slipped under to clutch at the sweet cheeks of her bottom, hefting her up as she began to bounce up and down on my cock, buoyed by the shower wall behind her. I was active, too, those hands squeezing as I worked my hips forward to give her what she wanted.

Which is to say me, deeper.

The pace intensified as I pounded in and out, her ass banging against the wall. Water was still falling all around us; the spray was contacting my shoulder on every withdrawal and splattering off in myriad directions. Her arms and legs were like vices around me as she held on tight as I fucked her hard and deep, me grunting, she whimpering.

"Fuck me, Richard," she pleaded as we slammed together. She gasped and bit down upon my neck, clutching me tighter as I carved her out, back arched, those luscious wet breasts thrust up and into my chest. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

I tightened my grip on her buttocks and pulled away suddenly from the wall, removing her additional support and driving my cock as deep as such a position would allow into the beautiful married blonde. She squealed and moaned, and started bouncing as best she could to keep my cock moving inside her.

It was only a temporary move for me, however; she whimpered sadly as I let her go, and she slid down my body until my cock slipped from inside her and her feet touched the floor, her eyes flashing dangerously with a mixture of lust and aggravation.

"I want your cock," she said coldly.

I situated myself on the cold tile shower seat, my cock rising like a column from my lap. "Wish granted," I told her, and my hands whipped out, grabbed the little slut, spun her around, and pulled her down onto me, the whole of my meat lancing brutally up inside her vaginal canal as she settled into place. It was, I'll admit looking back, a move I'm still very proud of.

Sadie screamed, of course.

I leaned forward, pressing myself against the sleek, slick track of her spine, my teeth nipping at the back of her neck, my left hand wrapping around to paw at her tits as my right hand clutched her throat. It was the ultimate move of domination, to cover a woman's exposed throat with your hand, and it was always well-received.

Sadie gasped and moaned and quivered, and it seemed history held serve again.

I fucked her then, good and hard, watching her bottom rise and fall as she bounced in my lap, watching my cock slip inside her. Her breasts were fantastic, and soon my hand left her throat so that both were caressing her chest, my fingers pinching and toying with her nipples.

"I'm close," she whimpered, bucking back at me, her limbs beginning to tremble.

And so I redoubled my efforts, thrusting myself up and off the bench, burying myself as deep as I could possibly go, and one of my fingers dropped low to strum at the nub of her clitoris. The move was designed to set her off completely, which it did.

"Richard!" Sadie cried out as the sensations swirled inside her. "I'm close!"

And then she was close no longer . . . she was over.

Sadie howled as the whole of her body seized and convulsed, every single nerve ending shrieking about how much pleasure it was experiencing, an absolutely tyrannical orgasm. Truly, there are no real words to describe it, other than to say every inch of her quivered and jiggled, and took long to recover. During which time I, too, released my pent up passions, spurting my load as deep into Sadie as our position and her twitching and quaking would allow.

"Wish granted," I whispered as I floated down from the heights and another shot burst forth.