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                           OPEN MARRIAGE CHRONICLES

                               "PASSION'S PEAK"        

                                  By  ELLEN 

     A development company recently contracted Bill for an engineering 
consulting job in the Carolinas. I usually don't go with Bill on his 
business trips, but because he would be gone for 3 weeks, I accompanied him. 
The firm's architect, Fred, and his wife, Linda, who were leaving on 
vacation, let us stay in their home. 

     We'd met them the previous evening, just before they drove to the 
airport. Fred insisted, "We don't mind you using our home. There isn't another 
house within a mile, so we're glad to have someone look after the property!" 
Fred's a personable, balding man in his forties. His wife, Linda, a secretary 
for a local banker, is in her late twenties, trim and attractive. 

     Perched atop a high mountain, the home overlooks expanses of 
forested mountains and the distant town where Bill would be working. Even 
if we'd tried, we couldn't have found a hotel room with this exquisite a view. 

     An hour after Bill had left for work the next morning, I awoke, lifting 
my robe from a chair. In my transparent nightgown, I walked to the kitchen. I 
heated a cup of diet hot chocolate, draped the robe over my lap and sat on the 
couch as I gazed out the broad window. The sun's crimson rays rippled through 
puffs of clouds, above a sea of fog extending almost to the mountain's peak. 

     Hearing an engine humming up the winding unpaved road toward the home, I 
slipped on the crimson satin robe. I peered through the front door's glass.  A 
blond, lean and muscular six footer, in a blue velvet blazer and white slacks, 
climbed from the jeep, reached for his briefcase, and strode toward the house. 
He knocked, then boomed, "Linda? Fred?" 

     I tied the robe's belt, opened the door, and smiled, "I'm Ellen. Linda 
and Fred left on vacation. My husband and I their 'official' house-sitters."

     Frustrated, he apologized, "Sorry. My name's Jack. I'm a vice president 
at the bank. Linda's my secretary. I was hoping I'd get here before they left. 
I'd told her that it would be a couple of months before I'd need some 
documents she's been working on at home. I received a call this morning from a 
bank customer that the deal's going through on Friday, so I hoped I'd catch 
Linda before she and Fred left." His voice was slow and modulated, a trace of 
a southern accent. He was, well...handsome.

     "Come in," I offered. Closing the door behind him, I suggested, "Perhaps 
we can find the papers." He thanked me, and we located the papers within 
minutes on the architect's desk, alongside an electric typewriter.

     He flipped through the file folder, saying, "Just like Linda! The work's 
finished. Letter perfect, research and all! She's the world's greatest 
secretary!"

     "Nice compliment," I commented, glancing to his gold wedding band. I 
gestured to my half-filled cup, asking, "You like hot chocolate?"

     Nodding affirmatively, he laughed, "I don't need to get to work so early 
anyway, since the work's finished."  

     As we talked on the couch, I explained why Bill wasn't home. Jack's blue 
eyes grazed my body. I glanced to a mirror atop a bookcase, seeing that my 
robe was open, exposing a generous portion of my breasts through the 
transparent nightgown. Pretending I hadn't notice his stare, I walked to the 
kitchen to fill a pitcher of chocolate as a frightful drumbeat fluttered 
within my breast.  I sat alongside him as I poured, my legs bent beneath me. 

     I appraised Jack's perfectly healthy complexion, not tanned but palely 
reddish. His eyes glinted, gazing now and then to the robe's open neck. We 
fell silent. Trembling, I licked the dryness of my lips. His hand brushed 
mine. My lips parted as he leaned to kiss me. My tremoring arms encircled his 
neck as his lips crushed mine. I whimpered. His hands were now beneath the 
robe, caressing my heaving breasts. My nipples were standing out like spikes.

     He stood, pressing my body to his, his long hardness throbbing against my 
groin and thigh.

     The telephone rang! I pulled away, lifting the receiver, and gulped, 
"VanRyser's residence." Jack's lips had enveloped a firm, reddened nipple.

     It was Bill. "I'm in a bind, Ellen. I need some records from a downtown 
law office, and the lawyers don't have a messenger. No one else is here. I was 
wondering if you could do it for me?"

     My voice quaking, I responded, "Just tell me where and how." I started to 
say playfully that he could sure pick some great times to call me, but I 
didn't want Bill to think I was complaining about the favor he was requesting. 
Anyway I doubted that Jack would have believed me, had I told him I had my 
husband's approval. Hanging up, I suggested to Jack, "Are you free tonight?"

     He was stunned, a bit nervous, so I lied, "Bill's leaving for Florida 
early this afternoon. I'm alone for the evening." 

     He smiled. His wife was in Toronto for a club convention, he told me, 
adding, "What time?"

     When I arrived at the developer's office, I told Bill what had happened. 

     Nodding his approval, he grinned, "I'll be home an hour before Jack 
arrives."

     At 7:30 that night, Bill was relaxing in a patio folding chair in the 
master bedroom's walk-in closet. I was sitting on the couch, attired in a 
white satin dress, slit to the thigh, pretending to read an Architect's Digest 
while I awaited Jack's arrival. I was too nervous to read. A feeling like fear 
grips my stomach when I feel aroused. My breath was huffing like a smokestack 
on a toy train. 

     The doorbell clanged.

     A 15-mile-an-hour wind was blowing through the foyer as I held the door 
open for Jack. At 5'8", I was only 4 inches shorter than Jack, but the red 
western boots beneath his dress gray jeans added 2 inches to his tall figure. 
He stepped in from the darkness, kissing me as he pushed the door closed 
behind him. Handing me a bottle of champagne, he breathed, "You're beautiful." 

     Smiling, I took his sheep-collared waist jacket, hung it in the 
entryway's closet, then turned on trembling knees to retrieve a couple of wine 
glasses. His blue western-style shirt was tailored like a glove. Handing him 
the frosted glass, I remarked, "You changed clothes." 

     He nodded affirmatively. "Uh huh. Showered, shaved, et cetera. Had to do 
something to calm my nerves tonight."  

     I'd clicked on the stereo and turned off all but the decorative red-
bulbed dining room chandelier, bathing the room in a soft crimson glow. A slow 
melody was drifting from the room's four speakers. He beckoned me to dance.

     My legs were shaking, my breasts heaving in desire. My slender body 
seemed particularly small and vulnerable as I leaned my head against his 
chest. Jack's fingers stroked my shoulder length black hair, his lips tracing 
a senuous path down my neck as he fondled the soft fullness of my breasts. His 
manhood  was growing in the tight slacks, throbbing against my groin and 
thigh, as his hips pressed mine. My tremoring body was now as pliant as putty, 
my heart pounding so hard I couldn't breathe.

     The song ended. I trembled as he swept me up to carry me down the long 
hallway to the master bedroom. Joyous tears pooled in my eyes. 

     I'd forgotten Bill who was watching from the closet, only a dozen feet 
from the bed where I lay in the dimness. I moaned beneath the tall form 
standing above me. Jack removed my shoes, then my red satin belt, unwrapping 
the dress to find I wore nothing beneath. He was staring at my breasts, my 
stomach, my shaved mound, as he popped loose the snaps of his western shirt. 
His slacks slid down his hips. 

     I gasped! His engorged manhood burst free, curving up more than a foot 
from a patch of thick dark hair. "Oh, my GOD!" I muttered, fearfully, my eyes 
wide. Although I was having second thoughts, I pulled his hips near. He knelt 
alongside the bed. My quivering lips parted. My mouth enwrapped his cock, 
gliding along the frightening length. 

     My eyes rolled up to look at him. His eyes were glazed with lust as he 
disengaged and lay alongside me. 

     I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar. Unable to see my 
husband, I knew he would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping - as he 
always did while watching - his hardened cock in the closet's darkness. I 
closed my eyes, relishing Jack's gentle hands exploring the soft curves of my 
body. My nipples tingled as his lips closed around a hard, reddened spike. 
Impassioned fear churned within my stomach. I pursed my lips, hissing in 
desire, as his tongue twisted a winding path to my shaved mound. 

     I thrust my hips to his face, grinding my cunt against his mouth, my 
heart pounding a wanton drumbeat as his tongue twirled over my clitoris. I 
wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an electric current coursing 
across a thunder-laden sky. Clasping my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels 
into his back as fiery explosions blossomed within my pussy. Tears of joy 
streaked along my cheeks like rivulets of rain on a jetliner's windows. 

     I pulled him above me until his knees were straddling my breasts. He 
braced his arms against the headboard above me. My lips stretched widely as I 
took his rubbery monster in my mouth. My head bobbed as my tongue slurped 
along its length. Now, beyond lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish cock 
thrusting down the moistness of my throat. His instrument hammered into my 
mouth until my passion was unbearable. My voice muffled by his wide cock, I 
pleaded, "Mphhh! Please, Jack, I WANT you! I can't WAIT any longer!" 

     My hips gyrated expectantly. My long legs now opened eagerly to accept 
his huge curving cock floating toward the lips of my vagina. I shivered. 
Realizing that his manhood was much longer and broader than any I'd ever 
encountered, I whimpered with fright as he pushed past my cuntal folds. 

     He was splitting me apart! I screamed softly. Shocks rippled through my 
groin as he pressed on, my vaginal walls expanding incredibly for this giant 
tool. Yet I'd rather have died than have him stop now. Red coals of passion 
smoldered in my vagina. I loved every inch of this massive freight train 
slowly puffing into my smoking tunnel. 

     Jack was clearly aware of the difficulty, although I was crying as much 
in pleasure as in pain. Finally, he was as far into my gushing depths as he 
could push. My pain disappeared, replaced by blinding rapture. He rode me with 
a fury, my cunt now burning in our forbidden fires. My legs enveloped his 
hardened torso, my shaved mound quivering up to match every steaming thrust. 

     In the stunning thrills of fucking Jack, I'd forgotten Bill; but as I 
thrashed my head side to side, I glimpsed my husband's nude form step from the 
closet to watch Jack's magnificent weapon invading my quivering cunt. Logic 
and will abandoned me. I was far too lost in this hurricane of passion to 
acknowledge my husband by smiling at him as I normally would while he pumped 
his engorged cock. 

     The emblazoned yolks of Jack's eyes rolled as he plunged into me. I 
opened my mouth widely as if this would somehow expand my cunt further to 
accept Jack's final inches. 

     Bill jaw was sagging as he pumped his full length in a fury. Jack's body 
and mine pulsated with a radiance. Our explosion was imminent. Bill's intense 
stare told me that his mind and Jack's were now one.

     I cried out as Jack's flames united with mine into a blazing inferno. We 
shuddered with each thrust, our eyes glazing, craving the ultimate 
gratification - release from this overwhelming passion. 

     I mewed, "Oh, FUCK me, Jack! FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!" Raging tides of passion 
coursed through my body. Delerious, I screamed,"Oh! God help me, Jack! I LOVE 
you, Jack! I LO-O-O-O-VE YOU!" I loved him, loved in adultery, uniting in 
flesh that which was already in our minds and souls.

     And then! OH GOD! It happened in a blinding flash! We were coming in 
thunderous waves. Our orgasms burst in a super-nova of pleasure, raging 
through my creaming cuntal walls. My mind was exploding with fiery fragments 
that spider-legged like a billion falling stars across the evening skies.  

     Jack's lips grazed my breasts in the blissful after-glow of our adultery,  
our arms entertwined for an eternity of a half minute. As I fluttered to 
earth, I remembered Bill. 

     I looked over Jack's shoulder. My husband had returned to the closet and 
closed the door. 

     I smiled. Now, because of my unquenchable desire for the largest male 
member I'd ever known, my husband would have to remain there until morning. 
Jack would be mine for the night! Our journey into passion has just begun.

     Jack forced me to turn. My knees sunk into the red satin sheets like 
coconuts into quicksand, my hands braced against the wall above our headboard. 
His large hands grasped my hips. The yolks of my eyes rolled madly as his 
massive member was entering my vagina from the rear. I moaned. My husband was 
now in the closet, hearing all but unable to see us. 

     I turned to look back, awed by Jack's huge cock. My pursed lips formed an 
"oh" as I watched the instrument pushing deeply into my excitedly-lubricated 
cunt. I spread my knees ever wider as the length and breadth filled me. 
Sobbing in desire, I reached to caress his member behind me, my hand 
tremoring. He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with pleasure, "I 
LOVE you, Jack! I LOVE YOU!" I sucked in my breath at the stunning sensations. 
I stared as he fucked into my depths, my lips parted in wonder. We shared a 
sigh. I couldn't tear my eyes from his cock, which was now bulging at its 
base, in an impending explosion, as he groaned, his hips rolling and 
shuddering. 

     I gasped! Jack's firm manhood was expanding to an incredible size with 
the onrushing tidal wave of a massive orgasm. My clitoris fluttered unbearably 
as if to tell me we were to be coming together in a mind boggling finale! My 
back arched expectantly, my fingers digging into his hips behind me. I wailed, 
a long, modulated shreik of passion.

     And then, we were exploding in rapture! Crying with wild abandon, I 
tremored like a tree in an earthquake. His warm semen burst through my 
channel, the creamy fluid splattering my inner walls, washing over his cock, 
which was now erupting with a volcanic flow of steaming lava. I was sobbing, 
spinning, in a thrilling roller coaster ride down pleasure's glowing corridor.

     We fluttered back to earth, collapsing in gratification. His fingers 
stroked the small of my back as he whispered, "You're beautiful, you know."

     "Thank you," I responded softly, turning to him. "So are you." I stroked 
his cock, now soft and pliable, glistening beneath the moonlight that filtered 
through the transparent drapes.

     We showered in the orange glow of the bathroom's dim lighting. I was on 
my knees, pleasuring him with my lips until his magnificent manhood was 
curving up like a Turkish sceptre. 

     Pulling me to my feet, he forced my back to the red-tiled wall, pushing 
my legs apart. I struggled half-heartedly, even now afraid of his length and 
breadth, as the water pounded my face. Turning my head away from the shower's 
storm as he entered me, I shut my eyes, whimpering. My hands pressed against 
the shower walls in helpless abandon. Steam was rolling around the warm air of 
the shower like ocean spray in a Florida hurricane. As I thrashed beneath him, 
I banged my head against the shower door, causing its glass to shudder. My 
cuntal muscles were in spasm from his godawful size! 

     I loved him but feared him. "GOD!" I screamed as Jack's weapon slithered 
mercilessly through my depths, "Drive it INTO me, Jack! Your cock is KILLING 
me! FUCK me, Jack! Oh, GOD! You're splitting me APART!" I wrapped my legs 
around his hips, fucking back against him. He pressed my back to the floor as 
I cried out in passion. In the steam, his face was now unrecognizable, as if I 
were being fucked by an unknown lover in a warm fog. 

     Our desire went into overdrive. I was a galactic surfer, riding the 
highest pleasure wave, washing across a cosmic sea to a splendored shore. 
Logic and will had now abandoned me amid a firestorm on a planet in a timeless 
universe. My clitoris shuddered. The planet's core was about to erupt.

     And then! The glowing stars exploded in supernova. I was slipping through 
a long, shuddering tunnel in pleasurable darkness as I came, then came again, 
and again, and OH GOD, AGAIN, my mind shattering into gratified fragments.

     Finally, at 4 a.m., I lay sleeping, a leg over his, an arm over his 
chest, until a movement stirred me. He slumbered. I stared down at his awesome 
cock. I worshiped it with my lips and tongue, then slept again, awakening with 
the morning sun rippling through the windows. Jack was gone. 

     But Bill lay alongside me. Grinning.  

     Jack visited three times a week until Bill's project was completed. I 
gave myself eagerly. Finally, two nights before we were to return to Florida, 
I told Jack about my husband's penchant for "watching." 

     On our last night, the day before Thanksgiving, Jack, Bill, and I drank 
white wine as we watched a video in the family room. Jack sat alongside me on 
the floor, our backs against the couch, while Bill sat in a chair across the 
room. 

     Jack pulled me to him. We removed the other's clothing. I straddled him, 
lowering my hips as his long cock submarined through my molten channel. 
Moaning, I was impaled on his staff. Electric thrills throbbed through my 
legs. Jack's smooth skin brushed the insides of my thighs as he fucked me.

     Bill hovered above me, his arms braced on the couch. I unzipped his fly, 
pulling out his manhood. My tremoring lips glistened along Bill's length as 
Jack thrust his splendid tool through my steaming walls. 

     I was thankful as the two men fucked me. Thankful, because I love Bill. I 
also love adultery. Thankful, because I don't have to choose between the two. 
Thankful that my depths had never been so filled. 

                                   THE END

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