I Want Us to Be Lie Them

(Please read Part 1 of this story first so things make sense)

The next morning, I heard Bob and Sally stirring. I was lazy and just stayed in bed. I pretended to sleep as I heard them stop at my door and look in on me.

"Grace is such a fine young woman!" "Sally whispered to Bob. "She will be a great wife to Cody if he's smart enough to value her."

"She's the cream of the crop, that's for sure! Such a lovely, sweet, caring young woman! I hope we didn't traumatize her too much last night! But she handled herself well and was a good sport about it." Bob added with a tone that said being "a good sport" made me all sorts of all right with him. I was strangely pleased to think so.

"Yes she did, with style and diplomacy--despite you waving your big ol' cock around and showing off, you horny old goat!" Sally teased him. (I almost snorted).

"And you with you nipple- dragging tips and lascivious blowjob show, you horny ol' broad!" Bob came back. (I feigned a soft snore a little, hoping they would go on before I laughed out loud).

They did move on. I gave it about 30 minutes, then went to the bathroom and then down to breakfast. It was not long after sunrise.

Bob and Sally sat there in their robes, eating sweet rolls and drinking coffee, quietly talking. She asked what I wanted to eat, and I said, "If you have enough of what you're having, that's good for me."

As we ate, Sally told me, "It's going to be a pretty warm morning, and Bob and I are going down to the creek for a dip in a little while. You're welcome to come. It's really nice down there. But Fair Warning: we skinny dip! You're welcome to join us, suit or not, as you see fit. I'm taking a picnic basket in case we stay past lunch; we often stay all day! I'll let you know before we leave." Sally advised.

I already knew I wanted to go. I had come to feel remarkably close to them for reasons I still cannot explain. A strong connection had been made, a true bond formed somehow.

I'd wear my suit and play it by ear. Their free-spiritedness was contagious, so I might just join their nude swim! Naked outdoors! That would be a first! I amazed myself to even be thinking about considering it.

The creek was a beautiful, very cool stream, which was wide and shallower in some areas, and narrower and deeper in others, nowhere over 3 feet deep. Some areas were shaded by trees. The bottom was rocky, and the water was pretty clear. There was small waterfall you could sit under or stand in. Beautiful cottonwood and sycamore trees surrounded the meadow we "made camp" in.

The sun was very warm, and they frolicked in the water naked, like teenagers. In the bright sunlight, you could see they were probably in their early 50s, but their bodies belied that. Sally had thick, dark pubic hair and her breasts--her tits!--had held up to gravity well. Bob's flaccid penis--his cock!--was not as attention-grabbing as the night before, but still drew my view somehow--maybe just novelty and curiosity. They played and laughed and hugged and roughhoused and flirted. I enjoyed watching them and again thought, "I hope it's like this with Cody and me!"

Seeing them so carefree and comfortable in their nudity, I made up my mind. Without any hesitation, I pulled my modest one-piece suit off, went to the water naked as a jaybird, and splashed around, not caring at all that my full bush of pubic hair and my full, high breasts with their large, puffy areolas and my wide, round, athletic butt were on full display. Of course, once I was in the water of the creek, my areolas lost their puffiness and wrinkled as my nipples hardened and lengthened! I was brazenly parading around naked and I was not only proud of my body: I was comfortable and at ease.

When I finally came out of the water for lunch, Bob and Sally were sprawled on a blanet on the grass. Bob let out a wolf whistle and exclaimed, "Damn! That's a sight!" I did several of those silly poses you see women do when they're trying to look sexy, then curtsied toward them, no doubt exposing my--my pussy in the process! Then I curtsied toward the creek, with my back to them, flaunting my--my ass! I turned and walked toward them, doing my best to shake my--my tits!--stripper style, and twisting my rear and swinging my hips in an exaggerated manner.

Bob was hooting and hollering and whistling full blast. Sally said, "Down, boy! Off limits for you! I'm gonna take care of you in a little while, Babe, don't you worry!"

It was fun, and it was nice to feel like I was coming out of my shell--and being rewarded and celebrated for it. I felt beautiful. I felt SEXY for the first time in my life. I felt like I was just as God meant me to be. But more importantly, I felt like I was in a place I belonged, with people who accepted and welcomed me unconditionally, people I belonged with. None of these feelings was common or normal for me.

Bob and Sally ate lunch while I read in the gentle dappled shade. When I decided to eat, I spotted them over near some rocks and walked over with my sandwich. Sally was sitting on a towel on a rock and Bob was in front of her. The way his hips were moving, I thought she was giving him--giving him a blowjob! (I wondered if I would enjoy those with Cody as much as Sally seemed to with Bob?). Amazing as it was to me, I didn't back away, but walked toward them, knowing they wouldn't mind. They had probably moved out of the "campsite" so as not to make me uncomfortable, rather than for their own privacy. They were remarkable people, and I realized I loved them already.

When I got over there, I saw something I didn't expect: she had her big--her big tits!--wrapped around his--his cock!--and he was stroking his cock back and forth between them hard and fast. They saw me and he slowed down.

"It's called 'titfucking," Sally said without prelude, "and we both love it. It can get messy, but it's fun for both of us. We discovered it when I was having irregular and too-frequent periods, and I hadn't learned to like giving blowjobs yet. I've never heard of a man who doesn't love titfucking! And surprisingly, having his hard cock between my tits, throbbing directly over my heart, complimenting its beating, and feeling his hard need against the softness of my tits is strangely spiritual in a way fucking or giving a blowjob is not. I can't really explain it, but it's not just alternative sex; it's... well, spiritual connection. And he can look into my cleavage and eyes, and I can see his face and eyes. There's a lot of if connection."

"You said it was messy...," I ventured.

She laughed, "Hold on, you'll see!" And she winked at Bob.

Bob seemed fixated on his cock "fucking" her cleavage and the sight of her big tits enveloping it. He just nodded and picked up the pace. Her nipples were long, and pointed, and hard as rocks. (I felt my own moving in that direction).

Sally started kind of lifting and dropping her tits with force. Bob loved THAT! Sally said, "It's like jacking him off with my tits." (I mentally filed away "jacking off," intending to ask her about that). I was beginning to question my social education as I learned my vocabulary was quite inadequate to understand or carry on this kind of conversation!

In a matter of 2 minutes or less, Bob was spurting semen all over her tits, neck, throat, and chin, into her hair, all over. I never dreamed there would be so much, and it seemed to just keep coming. He groaned deeply and she smiled up at him and winked, saying, "Told you I was gonna take care of you, didn't I? This mess all over me looks like I must have done really well, huh?" He threw back his head, ejaculated another small bit, and nodded affirmatively very

emphatically.

Knowing the power of her titfucks, I guess, she told Bob, "You sit down right now, before you fall down! Your knees are shaking and you look like you're about to crater." And they were. He sat down and seemed dazed. "It's a pretty good tool if you want to render him nearly unconscious!" she said and winked conspiratorially.

While Bob recovered, we got back in the water to clean her off. She had semen running off her all over. I asked her, "Do like for him to... cum... all over you like that, or like in your mouth last night?

She laughed heartily. "Now I do, I really do; it's my badge of honor, homage to a much-wanted job being done with exquisite aplomb, giving my husband-lover pleasure to a much greater degree than any unpleasantness that I felt at first when he would cum in my mouth or on my body." She paused.

"At first, I really didn't like it," she continued, "but one day as I finished sucking him off, I had a mouthful of cum and a good bit had leaked onto my chest. He was watching me so apprehensively--almost worried that I would be mad. I wasn't, and I didn't want stress and strife over something he liked so much and said I did so well," she smiled.

"So... I swallowed it all, looking at him. He beamed and his cock twitched in my hand. I can't explain why--just the brazenness, I suppose--but I took my fingers and scooped off most of the cum on my titties, and poked them in my mouth, sucking on them and working them in and out of my mouth and licking my fingers, all while looking at him. He was laser-focused on me. His cock twitched harder and his balls lifted some. A little more cum came out of his cock, so I jacked it back and forth, pushing a little more out, catching it on my tongue, then swallowed it. The look on his face was priceless--and precious. He smiled so big and hugged me so hard! He was especially sweet and attentive afterward." she smiled, remembering.

She considered a moment, then said, "I thought about it a lot, his reaction, his face, my actions, all of it. I finally concluded that there was some signal in me doing that which told him that he was not only acceptable, not only NOT repulsive to me, but was extra special to me, the man I loved and wanted and desired more than anything, and that I loved him so much that if it came from him or his body to me or my body, it was a gift that I found beautiful and cherished. It somehow seemed to say to him, 'You own me, and I am yours, and I love everything about you!'

"And you know what?" she paused; I had no guess. "As soon as I realized that, it was no longer an unpleasant chore, but was, instead, something I wanted to do and loved doing. And being cum on--in your body, your chest, your tits, your belly, your hands, your ass, your back, even your face," (I made a face) "even your face," she repeated with emphasis, "becomes a reason to be happy. It's warm and creamy and a little wet, so it's like lotion. It tastes somewhat salty, and varies--sometimes bland, sometimes pretty strong. But it's always a great tribute to you for your special gift to him given in love, and his gift of showy orgasm should be received the same way. So, although I started out hating it, I love it now. Now let's get me cleaned off."

I washed her tits off and helped get some that had run down her back. "Oh, Grace," Sally said suddenly, "I should mention that although most women don't really like giving blowjobs or the taste of semen or being cum on, men all seem to love to eat pussy and everything about it, especially the taste!'

"Let me tell you a true story: once when we'd been married about 5 years, Bob ate my pussy so well that I almost broke his nose and his neck, bucking, twisting, and squirming, working to and through the most powerful orgasms I've ever had. But he kept his mouth and tongue and fingers working, with his other hand driving my nipples crazy. I came and came and came and came. He licked and sucked and slurped all he could get. His face was

wet from ear to ear and almost to his eyebrows! When I finally recovered, he looked at me sheepishly and told he had come, too! And he had, spontaneously, without me touching him or him touching himself! That's the power of love and real emotion and connection expressed lovingly through great sex," she concluded.

By this time Bob had come out of it, and came over to us. He leered and said, "You better be careful, Grace! Sally will decide she likes those soft hands on her private parts! If that happens, it'll get out of hand fast!"

Sally threw a double handful of water on him and said, "Get your runaway sexual fantasies under control, you jackass!"

We all waded and splashed around a while and Sally turned to Bob and said, "You said something about eating 'dessert' earlier, remember?"

"I'm ready any time you are, Honey. Let's get on the blanket," he responded.

I went with them, and Sally said, "There is some pudding in the picnic basket, but the 'dessert' Bob is gonna eat is my pussy. Done right, it often produces the most powerful orgasms a woman can have--as I was telling you."

I was intrigued, and I'm sure it showed. "Above your vaginal opening is a nerve center called a clitoris. It is very sensitive and enlarges when you get sexually aroused. It is covered by a hood of flesh, but when you're aroused it pokes out. That is the source of most female orgasms. Some men seem to have a hard time finding it. When you are aroused, it is not hard to find. When you become very aroused and wet, inside your vagina a little ways, on top or maybe a little to to one side, is another pleasure center, called the 'G spot.' It thiçckens and swells away from the vaginal wall when you are quite aroused. Rubbed or massaged the right way, it is also a reliable source of your orgasms. Some men--and some women--seem to have a hard time finding it, too. It's really not difficult to find. When both are stimulated, particularly with nipple stimulation, your orgasms feel nuclear."

I asked, "So why are you telling me this?"

"So you will be able to guide Cody to being a better lover, and so you can give yourself more pleasure when you masturbate," she said.

"I... uh... don't... uh... don't really... I don't... really masturbate...," I revealed, hesitantly.

"Well, for your own sexual health and well-being, for your emotional and mental health and well-being, and for helping Cody love you right, you absolutely SHOULD! You should masturbate several times per week, like every other day, even every day if you're not having a lot of sex," Sally told me emphatically. I must have looked scared, concerned, confused, skeptical. She saw it and said, "I'm serious. Your familiarity with your body can be a huge help to Cody."

"Orgasms are better than pharmaceuticals for reducing stress, helping you sleep, relaxing you, improving your mood, and they're always there and they're free, yours for the asking. You can give them to yourself when you aren't able to make love with Cody. A long shower, a soak in the tub, going to the bathroom, taking a nap, are all opportunities to use masturbation to make yourself feel better," she said with a smile. "And I'll tell you a fact a lot of women don't know: men LOVE to watch women masturbate, and it's a great way to teach him how you like to be touched, and where your best spots are."

"OK, but you're talking about masturbation. I thought you were talking about having your... your pussy eaten," I reminded her, shyly.

"It's all related." Sally explained. "When you learn the best spots on and around your clitoris and where your G-spot is, you can guide Cody how best to pleasure you, and he won't have to guess, hunt and try to figure out what works or just guess and be left in the dark. I (and, I think, most women) prefer a tongue on the clitoris and a finger or two on the G-spot. But the way the tongue is held and shaped and moved is important, and it may take several configurations as you move toward orgasm. The same goes for the fingers inside you," she concluded.

"Bob is an artist at eating my pussy; watch what he does. I'll kind of narrate as we go. Of course we would normally be making out and heavy petting before getting to eating pussy, but we'll just get right to it! Bob?" Sally was in instructor mode!

She laid back and drew her knees up and spread her legs. Bob crawled face-first between her legs. He nuzzled her pubic hair and rubbed his whole face on her pussy, just loving the scent, the feel, the warmth. He began to gently kiss her labia. "As he kisses me there (or if he had been fondling or fingering me), as I get more aroused, my lips will soften and stretch and start to open. When that happens, he will start gently licking them, then dipping his tongue between them and into the wetness of my vagina. Most men love the taste of the wetness that starts to lubricate my labia and vagina. My clitoris will start to swell. He may lick me a while all over down there, but either he will move to my clitoris (clit) or I will tell him to. I like for him to use his lips and gently suck my clit. I love for him to move his mouth side to side as he does that. He'll probably insert 2 fingers into my vagina and start massaging my G-spot firmly, but gently, using a 'come here' motion. Now I want him to flatten his tongue and lick me from the very bottom of

my labia to the top a few times. Sometimes, he will use his lips to suck and tug on my labia, but ultimately, he will use his flat tongue to lick over and around my clit.

"When he senses that I'm moving close to orgasm, he'll usually point his tongue a little and flick it pretty quickly up and down and side to side and all around my clit. He may suck my clit and all the surrounding area. He'll still be using his fingers inside me," she paused, as Bob's prowess kind of took center stage.

Gasping a little, she continued, "Every woman has their own 'combination,' their own preferences, and each woman probably varies from one time to another. That is why knowing your body and COMMUNICATING its needs and desires to your husband is so important. And with all sexual acts, you'll want something different sometimes--you'll want to change things up."

She laid back and savored his ministrations awhile, then continued, "Meanwhile, his other hand is playing with my tits and nipples. Sometimes, he'll use both hands on my tits. The tongue and finger combination may result in simultaneous or contemporaneous clitoral and G-spot orgasms. Those are extraordinarily powerful, deep, and pleasurable. Some women like the pointed tongue thrust into their vaginas. It's OK, but a tongue is not rigid enough or capable of firm enough pressure to cause a G-spot orgasm, and without licking the G-spot, the tongue just feels like a small, limp cock. Yuck! Unless a finger or a dildo is used inside the vagina, you may not get a G-spot orgasm."

She shifted gears, "OK, Bob, take it slow and let her see as much as you can."

Bob did as he was told, and did as she had described. About 10 minutes later, she was bucking and moaning and rolling her head from side. When he flicked his tongue on her clit and mercilessly massaged her G-spot, she almost levitated off the ground, almost bent in half backward, and moaned louder and made desperate sounds as she clutched his head and drove her pussy into his face and mouth. Uttering a string of unintelligible sounds of sexual tension and desperate need, she bucked so violently he had to wrap his arms around her legs to stay on! Suddenly, she stiffened and let out a shout and hoarse moans as she essentially fucked his face and came and came and came and came. Later, she told me she had 4 hard orgasms, and countless "shivers" before her first orgasm and as many "aftershocks" after her last true orgasm.

It took 20 minutes for her to recover and come around to real conscious awareness. Bob sat there, gently stroking her hair, sometimes bending over to kiss her nipples. His cock had been very rigid when he first disengaged. Now he was less so, but far from flaccid.

She reached out and stroked his hard cock and said, "Babe, I know you need some help, but you ruined me. I tell you what: I'll roll over and you can "hotdog" me. We haven't done that in a long time and you love it."