'Of course!' 'I – seem to be more highly sexed than I ever thought I could be, Peter,' she confessed.
'Oh, I knew you would be, once you let yourself go,' he told her confidently. 'You weren't aware of it, I know – but I'm something of an expert in these matters.'
She looked up at him again.
'Are you going to be faithful to me?' she asked bluntly.
'Well.' He released her chin and took her hand again. 'That's really a matter of definition.'
'It is?'
'You see,' he said slowly, 'in marrying you, I make a special commitment to you. The way I've lived my life before Is no longer valid as a guide to the future: we have to work out between ourselves Just how our relationship functions.'
'I don't think I – understand what you're saying.'
'Well, let me put it this way: I've been a swinger for most of my sexually active lifetime. I like variety; I like to make It with different women. But that doesn't mean that I've become emotionally involved with them. Friends with many, yes. Some tenderness, affection – but that's not the same as my involvement with you. From now on, you have the first claim on me. And I on you.'
'Claim…'
'Maybe we'll decide on a strictly monogamous lifestyle. But if we agree to swing, then each of us is still the most important to the other. Anything else is – just a nice experience on the side, like going out for a meal from time to time instead of eating regular home cooking.'
'And if I – don't want to swing?'
'Then we try monogamy.' He grimaced slightly. '1 don't know how much of a success I'd be at it, but if it'll make you happy, I'll do my damnedest, Sally.'
'May I – think about It?'
'Of course,' he laughed.
She took a deep breath.
'Peter,' she said, 'I want to – make love with you.'
His grip on her hand tightened.
'Now?' he asked softly.
'Now,' she responded definitely.
'Oh, Sally!'
Their lips met in a long, deep, burning kiss that set a fire blazing in her mouth and seemed to shower sparks down into the very depths of her body. Her arms clasped around his neck, almost desperately, as though she could never bear to let him go, even for a moment.
'Oh, my darling, he said, pulling away a little and sucking in a deep breath.
'I – oh, I love you,' she murmured.
He pulled her to her feet, then swept her up Into his arms and carried her through the apartment into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed and went back to close the door. Not really necessary, since they were alone in the apartment, but a symbol of the intimacy they were about to explore.
She watched him with hungry eyes, appraising his lithe, well-made body. He smiled lovingly in response as he came back to the bed and sat down on the edge.
'We'll be married very soon, now,' he said.
'It doesn't matter,' she assured him, and his arms enfolded her in another deep, sweet, burning kiss.
He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding It off his broad shoulders to reveal a deep, powerfully muscled chest that tapered to a slim waist. Without fuss, he unfastened his pants and stripped them off, turning a little away from her, then facing her in complete nakedness. Her eyes went to the hanging length between his thighs: it was not such a hefty monster as Willy's, but it was certainly impressive.
Her pussy gave a little clutch of response at the sight and began to ooze its sweet dew of preparation for the delights of which she was now sure.
She reached for the hem of her sweater and drew it off over her head, then reached behind her to unfasten her bra, which she had resumed when she had dressed after her wonderful session of lovemaking with Doris. She shrugged it off, and Peter drew a deep breath of appreciation as the generous, white-skinned mounds of her beautiful breasts swung free, rosy nipples already hard and taut with her excitement.
She wriggled out of her skirt and climbed off the bed, standing in front of him.
'Take my panties off, darling,' she murmured provocatively, lowering her eyes as though in modesty.
As he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged downwards, his cock, which had been gradually pulsing into fullness, surged to Its complete hardness in a swift series of tiny jerks as the blood poured into its spongy tissues. By the time she was completely naked, it stood straight out from his body, aiming itself directly at her crotch.
She reached out a timid hand and delicately touched Its velvet-skinned head. A silver string of precoltal fluid fell away from the tiny pulsing slit and tangled itself in the masculine hairiness of his strong thigh.
'It's all for you,' he said, and she encircled it in a firmer, surer grasp.
And without even thinking, she dropped down to her knees and embraced the hot, arrow-shaped head with her pink, moist lips, relishing the salty taste of his flesh. Her hands grasped his thighs for a moment, then ventured further to caress his small, tight, hair-spattered ass as the iron-hard shaft slowly made its way into the dark, hot cave of her mouth, and pressed deeply into the fiery darkness of her velvet-walled furnace of a lovingly welcoming throat.
She held him there for as long as she could, until she was forced to pull away to get her breath. She was reluctant to let him go, and she smiled up at him. They shared the knowledge that the union they craved was only weakly echoed by the contact of mouth and cock 'Fuck me,' she said softly. 'Oh, Peter, please fuck me now. I can't wait any longer!'
He took her hands and drew her back up Into his arms for another long kiss that set her senses flaming with renewed desire. His hard chest scraped its mass of hair across her throbbing nipples, crushing the yielding hillocks of her plentiful breasts against his hard, masculine torso.
The pulsating mass of his impatient cock thrust itself against her belly, and she reached a hand down between them and guided It between her legs to fit Into the rapidly moistening groove of her outer pussy lips, and rub deliciously against the inflamed knob of her sensitized clitoris.
His hands gathered up the bouncy flesh of her beautiful ass and squeezed, then he pulled her hips even closer to his own, so that the pubic hair ground against hers, and their thighs seemed almost to be welded to each other.
They clung together in that long, deep, wet kiss, their bodies brimming with the white-hot fluids of lust, until Sally began to feel lightheaded and had to pull away a little to get her breath.
Peter laughed softly, caught her up in his arms, and tossed her effortlessly onto the bed.
She lay sprawled as she had fallen, gazing at him with blue eyes full of eager adoration, eyes flicking from his handsome face to the broad swell of his arm and shoulder muscles; his powerful chest with Its swirls of dark hair studded by the two tiny nipples; his trim waist and flat belly and deep navel, his narrow hips and sturdy thighs and muscular calves and well-shaped feet and ankles – and the focal point of it all, as far as her immediate desire was concerned: the meaty, throbbing lance of flushed and pulsing flesh that jutted out like an iron spear from the tangle of dark pubic hair that decorated his loins.
But It was his cock she wanted. If it had belonged to any other man, perhaps she would still have wanted it – but not with quite the same special hunger that possessed her now.
He strode swiftly to the bed and knelt on the edge. With one hand he lightly stroked down the length of her silk-skinned body, trailing little flames of need along her flesh so that she quivered and moaned helplessly. His fingertips gently massaged one of her hard nipples, bringing it to almost aching tightness.
Her pussy was damp and Itching; again she longed for fulfillment, but she would let him set the pace. Let him do whatever he liked best – this time!
'You are so beautiful, Sally,' he whispered, stretching himself out next to her, leaning on his side on one elbow. His fingertips continued their feather light caresses, but she could almost feel the heat from his avid eyes.
Rather timidly, she reached out her own fingers and stroked his chest, astonished and delighted when his
