Lisa

Standard disclaimer: everything's fictional (maybe?). You have to be over 18 to read this, etc.

This is the author's first work in this genre. ###

Lisa By: LtCol Frank Slade ltcolfrankslade@Army.com

It wasn't meant to be this way, well it never is.

The doctors said that I had no choice, I was going to have to take the medicine for the rest of my life, or the heart disease was going to kill me. And to think, I was just 40 years old. I looked at the small caps that were going to change my life for good. They looked harmless enough, but as the doctor said, they would have side effects. How was I to know that the major side effect of anti-cholesterol drugs at 40mg was ED?

It didn't happen all at once, but slowly I noticed that being with my wife was taking more effort. The libido wasn't working the way it used to. My desire was down, and when my mind was on business, well it wasn't on business. Heck the only time I seemed to get hard anymore was when I was in the "library", okay, the can.

I asked the doc about this and he said, "It's actually got a lot to do with the pressure on the prostate." I mean, what the hell was going on? I decided to test his theory and I kept my bowels closed off for almost a day. Damn if he wasn't right. I had a real hardon going down and while there were no thoughts of sexuality and the libido was still in neutral, the thing was a raging piece of steel.

So, I asked the wife. "Honey, when we are doing the wild thing, could you please press your fingers against my prostate and help me get and maintain an erection?" The look on her face was one of disgust. "You want me to play with your asshole? What is wrong with you? Are you going gay? I didn't marry you to be with some freaking faggot."

Well that was one idea that wasn't going to fly. On the other hand, my libido wasn't up to doing my "husbandly duties" without some form of help. And so over the next few months our love life became a listless oasis of barren nights with each of us seeking solace in sleep at the far end of the king size bed.

At first I tried to see if there was an answer. If there was a medical way to get past this. If just somehow there was a way that the effects would drop off. Was there a way for me to be the man I once was. There was nothing. And all this time, in the back of my mind, I wondered if maybe, just maybe she was right. So it wasn't long before I started to surf the net seeing if the pictures of "men" there would somehow have any effect. Another dead-end. I just didn't find the male body sexually attractive. Oh sure, I could say that this guy or that was handsome, but there was no attraction there. I knew I wasn't gay.

So, this was it. Life without sex. A eunuch. What a depressing thought. Well, actually the depressing piece was that there was no thought. I was heading into six months with a wife in bed who was becoming a complete stranger. Yes, the good doctors had kept me alive, but in doing that they had taken a piece of the heart and soul out of life and replaced it with an empty vessel. Well, at minimum a vessel that couldn't get hard, and a mind that couldn't get excited.

Then it happened. I was at Starbucks, do you know that they will soon have one of those at every corner? And I was wallowing in my personal misery when she sat down at the table next to mine. It all started so innocently with a "Why so glum, It's a beautiful day." I looked up to see just the type of girl I would have chased if I had been a few years younger and unsaddled with a now dead marriage. She was a mix of Asian and Caucasian with flowing brown hair that seemed to float around her neck and shoulders. She was dressed in a casual style, light makeup that accented the high cheekbones and slight almond shape to her eyes. Maybe there was a touch of lip liner and a smidgen of gloss, but it was very understated. Her fresh clean look screamed a soft inner sexuality and a certainty seemed to float about her. This was certainly a woman who knew what she wanted and was able to get whatever she desired.

Drawn in by her question and her visible charm I got up and asked her, "So, why is this day so beautiful to you?"

"Well, I have just broken up with a guy who didn't know how to treat me, and that means that life is having a new beginning." I nodded as she continued, "Some guys want to think that taking charge is all fine and good, but sometimes a woman needs to take a bit of control, and most men don't be able to get past their manly man-ness to be able to pass control on to their partners." And thus began my unknown descent into the position I find myself in today.

We talked. We talked for hours. I found myself telling this total stranger things I wouldn't talk about with my closest drinking buddies. We got around to my health and then I told her of the problems that medicines can cause, both the physical ones and the emotional ones. Throughout the entire afternoon I found myself being swallowed up in her dark eyes, being led to release more and more of my deepest inner space to this person I had just met. Four hours later it was time for us to part, we must have said "goodbye" three times before I stammered out that I didn't even know her name. Lisa.

So Lisa and I exchanged numbers and made a non-commitment to potentially see one another again^Å And with that it was over, as fast as it began, and I went back home to the white picket fence life that I thought I lived. What I was far from ready for was the surprise that came after dinner.

"Dear, it has been six months since we have been able to really make love, and I'm very unsatisfied with how this is going, so I talked to an herbologist this morning and they told me that you should be taking these pills to help you with you little problem." That "little" was stressed a tad more than I would have liked. And with that my wife handed me a bottle with 20 small pills in it. And so began my foray into adding natural medicine to my diet to try to put some steel back into my pants.

The following week it was another herb concoction I was supposed to drink before bedtime. Then it was some powder that was to be added to my morning OJ. And over the next 4 weeks it was a series of different mixes and concoctions that all were supposed to provide me with aid so I could comfort my wife, and in the end provided nothing but false hopes.

During this time I saw Lisa again, well make that again and again. It was like Tuesday with Lisa. We would meet at our Starbucks, yes, I was thinking of it now as "our Starbucks" and she would pry the latest tales from me on the torture that my marriage had become. She understood, and not once did I feel that she was laughing at me or treating me any differently than she would have treated me if I had a working and properly functioning tool. It was refreshing to be having a relationship with this gorgeous woman who wasn't passing judgement on me and finding me lacking.

I guess that it had just been the end of the "wash your feet with this soap, sprinkle this ash in your hair and chant `pookie pookie yam yum' while putting this green paste in your navel" period when Lisa said that she thought there was a way to get my sexual engine running again, but that it would be different than all the silly stuff we had been trying to re-steel the tent pole. With that she gave me a set of small bottles with series of instruction. She said that I should start to feel some changes in about two weeks, but that she wouldn't be able to tell me what was going to happen because it effected everyone differently. She did make it clear though that none of the stuff had ramrod hardener in it, but that it should effect my libido.

So home I went and I started the Lisa's regime. I didn't hold out high hopes. The start had me taking these huge horse pills, but that tapered off. My guess was that I was supposed to overload the system with something and then taper back. Lisa was going out-of-town for a week or two, so I was on my own and there was no one to talk with as I went through the process. Week one proved to be nothing. I was finding myself getting a tad depressed and moody about the latest failure when something off happened. I was in the shower and as the water rat-a-tated across my chest I felt a tightening of my abdominal, a tingling in one location and a tightening in another. Odd as it had never really happened before, and so fleeting that I didn't really think about it after the moment came and went.

Week two was at an end and I was just starting week three when my wife decided to make one of those now-futile attempts to awaken anything in me. So, we necked, and I felt that tingle in my tummy again. And then she brushed her hand across my chest and it flared up again. Now, there was nothing happening down there, but I noticed a small piece of me was somehow sexually charged. The mind was becoming sexual engaged again. True, it wasn't the same way it had been before, but there was a start. I wanted to shout to the world how happy I was, but there was the sour face of my wife peering down at a semi-engorged cock that wasn't going to do her any good. I found myself thinking about Lisa, about how she was so supportive. I felt that warm glow return. And I almost didn't hear what my wife said next, "Honey, this isn't working and I think we have to be rethinking our relationship. I have needs that you aren't meeting and they have to be met, so I would like to have an `open' marriage."

Say what? This is the same woman who was aghast when I told her that I wanted her to do something with my prostate to excite me, and now she was talking about an "open marriage"? "What do you mean by that? Do you have someone in mind to replace me with already?" I said in a rather heated and emotional way. Yikes, that wasn't me talking, was it. I was dealing with all these emotions, I wanted to laugh, and to cry, and I felt flushed and^Å "Well actually dear, I was wondering if you would plan on being somewhere else next Friday night, say take a nice long dinner out and maybe a movie or two." Well, there it was, out in plain sight. Not only was I non-operational, she was taking my balls off. She was going to invite someone else to come into my home and then she was going to screw them in my bed.

I got up and walked out of the room. There was nothing else to do. This wasn't a question, it was a decision that had been made and damn it, I had no choice. I had no one to talk with, not even Lisa, she wouldn't be back until Wednesday. So I called and left a message on her machine asking if we could go out to a movie Friday night. If my wife was going to be screwing some guy in our bed, I sure as hell wasn't going to be staying around to watch.

The balance of the time until Friday seemed to pass as if in a dream. I was out when the call came in on Thursday from Lisa saying that Friday was on and I should pick her up at 7PM for dinner. Somehow the call made me seem excited inside. It was similar to the feelings I had when I had thought about her just a week ago. But it was fleeting and with everything else going on in my life, there was really no time to examine it.

It was 7PM and I was there, for the first time, knocking on Lisa's door. She came to the door dressed to kill. A long dinner dress in killer red, matching fingernails and toenails. The cut wasn't so low as to be exposing, but her cleavage was very clear and her pert breasts were pushing against the material, but not straining to get released. There was little doubt that she was dressed for a night out, and in my mind it looked like more than a movie with a friend. "You have agreed to let me pick the film if you pick the restaurant, right?" I nodded my consent breathless at the vision that stood before me. Why would any girl this attractive want to spend a night with a guy who couldn't perform was beyond me, but over the last few months we had become close, not lovers, but real friends.

We got into the car and drove off to the sushi bar I had selected. It was informal enough to be an easy night out, and it wouldn't feel like much of a date that way. I really was still bothered by the fact that my wife was taking some guy into my bed to do my duties, and yet being with Lisa didn't seem like I was doing anything wrong, as there was no sexual tension there. In fact, if I was anything these days it was asexual. The desire and interests of a man just weren't in my being any more. If the equipment wasn't functioning, then why should the libido even attempt to start up?

After sushi and small talk, since you really can't have an intimate conversation when strangers are all sitting around the bar with you, we hopped back into the car and made our way off to the movie theater. She went up and purchased the tickets, and returned with a sly smile on her full and pouty lips. Now that was weird, I had looked into that face a million times and never before that moment would I have described Lisa's lips as full and pouty. But there I was and there they were, and if I had been anything left of the man I had once been I would have been kissing them, but I wasn't.

Wouldn't you know it, we headed to the door of the latest "chick flick" and I settled in to expect another boring few hours in a dark room. In some ways it was a great deal of the same as being in my bedroom. Nothing happening. Well, that wasn't true tonight. My mind started to reel as I thought of the fact that my wife was, at this very moment, servicing some man in my bed. I guess that the emotions started to finally get to me, because at some point I found myself in tears and I know that it wasn't the movie. Lisa had her eyes filled up and was blubbering about what was on the screen, but I knew that the things I hadn't told her were what were driving my wild mood swing. As the movie slowly wound down to it's predictable tearjerker end I barely noticed that her hand had moved to my upper thigh and that it felt right as rain. I was too busy searching her clutch for more tissues for both her and I.

By the time we got home and back to her door I realized that it was still to early for me to go home. (I tried to make some feeble attempts at not sounding like I didn't have somewhere to go) and then Lisa invited me in. This was a first. In all our time together I had never been to her home until tonight, and I had never expected an invitation in. Not having anywhere else to go, I accepted the boon and entered her domain.

She went to the kitchen and told me to sit on the couch. It was a small living room, clean and well maintained. The couch was a bit oversized and overstuffed, so sitting in the couch was more like getting engulfed by the furniture rather than sitting on it. There was little doubt that this was the place where she could plop down and sit conformably cross-legged while she did her toes. The cushions seem ready to form themselves into the proper support role no mater what position you wanted to assume. The TV was sitting across from the couch, and the remote was calling my name from the small coffee table that was off to the side. Then Lisa walked in carrying two mugs of what smelled like hot cocoa. And I started to go on that emotional ride again, with my eyes welling up and my nose starting to sniffle. The clues were too many and Lisa said "What's wrong, tell me everything."

Well that opened the floodgates. I started to tell everything. About what I had been feeling. About what my wife was doing at this very moment. It all came tumbling out. Between the tears and the sobs the story of my ruined life was flowing as if I was the chick flick. As we sat together she leaned over and held me. I only slightly noticed the clean fresh fragrance of her as she tried to calm me down, and she held me, and then before I was even aware of what was going on, her lips and mine met, and she kissed me and I returned it. It was natural. I just felt warm and right as she slowly took control, leading the kiss, and as she opened he mouth slightly I responded. He tongue slowly worked its way into my mouth and her hands worked their way from the side of my head, down my arm and across my chest.

I felt my stomach mussels tighten and she continued to stroke my chest through my shirt. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and let her nails crisscross my now swollen nipples. I was so turned on, but even in this highly aroused state I noticed that my woody was still made of soft clay. She leaned over and brought her lips to my nipples, sucking ever so gently. Shocks ran through me. This was new. They started at my chest and then ran down to someplace behind my stomach. I started to stroke her hair and her shoulders. She started to move lower and as she did I moved my hands to her breasts and started to return the favor, playing with her nipples under the sheer fabric of her dress.

It was all happening so fast. I heard the snip of my pants being undone and at the same time the sound of her zipper as I unzipped the red cloth that separated us. She stood up and let the dress fall to the ground and I lifted my butt from the couch and she slipped my pants off. We were in our underwear, and there was no tent springing from mine. But that didn't seem to phase her. She came back onto the couch and her long fingernails started to trace patterns across my thigh as she brought her face close to mine and we started to neck again.

There was a slight move, she took the lead, and suddenly I was in a slightly different position, almost lying down with her above me. She was taking control, she was in charge and she knew what she wanted. She moved down my body and left her bra somewhere above me. She came back up, and we kissed. She went a bit higher and there were her breasts before me, I went to work on them taking first the right and then the left into my mouth. I felt her slight shudders and I wondered why I was doing this, what was I doing, my mind reeled. I was starting her engine, but I knew that I would be unable to drive the car. She moved back down, her foot entwined in the waistband of my shorts taking the last vestige of my clothing off as she moved to my nipples and started creating those fluttering feelings in my abdomen again. I didn't fight it, heck I even helped by lifting my ass ever so slightly as my shorts feel away to the floor.

Then after a few minutes pause there she headed further to the south. She stroked my thighs, opening my thighs ever so slightly. Her kisses were soft and supple and she kissed the inner tender areas of my flesh, but alas, there was no awakening of the rigidness in my member. She lifted my leg ever so slightly and then she was licking me right near my balls, but not touching the semi-hard member. She was working her tongue below that and started to massage and kiss by rectum. I moved ever so slightly providing her with a greater level of access to my bum and she started to massage my anus with her tongue and one of her fingers. It was getting slippery back there and each time she would rub her finger there would be just a little more pressure. I found myself pushing back just a little each time her fingertip passed over the rosebud of my ass, and soon there was a parting, as small as it was, of the ways and her finger pierced my anus and started to massage the inner areas. It was electrifying. She had lubed the area quite well and the fingers seemed to have no problem exploring the area, she touched the prostate, or something damn close and I felt a siring in the once dead piece of flesh that had lain dormant for months.

Her head moved around and she took me in her mouth. Lisa started to work both my front, with her mouth, and my rear, with her three fingers. Three? When had she moved from one to three? It felt full and yet there was no discomfort. I was getting harder, I was becoming a man again. And she continued to stroke me from behind, speeding up and slowing down, with the action of the mouth on my cock.

Slowly she turned and she brought her legs up to my head. With one swift move she slowly removed that last piece of clothing between us and I heard her panties fall to the floor near mine. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed her work and I was in the heat of passion, something I hadn't felt in over a half a year. The thoughts of my wife had long since been banished, I was a man again. Lisa was making me hers and I was ready to be hers. And then it hit me. No not an idea or a thought. Something brushed against my lips and at about the same time Lisa thrust deeply with her three fingers. I opened my mouth and what had brushed along my lips slipped between my open lips and landed along my tongue.

I opened my eyes to see a pair of balls and realized that the thing in my mouth was a semi hard cock, which was attached to this vision of love that was making me whole again. I have no idea if it was the moment, the pleasure, the way my body was feeling, or some piece of me that I had never explored before, but I found myself closing my lips around the thing in my mouth and sucking it down. All the while I was getting closer to my orgasm, and it was intense. I could feel it like never before. My ass was on fire, my stomach was churning with a desire to be filled and this thing in my mouth just felt right. The whole experience was coming together and it was feeling all too right.

I started to focus on what I was doing, giving a blowjob, and I realized that the angle wasn't right, so I tilted my head back a few inches. Then I started to realize that this thing in my mouth was growing and getting both harder and thicker. It must have been at least nine inches long and it was smooth, it tasted almost like a mintyness and I realized that I was tasting Lisa's precum. As her cock worked its way up and down in my mouth I started to work my tongue around the underside feeling the veins and her head work deeper into my throat. I could have sworn that there would be some sort of gag reflex, but with each small thrust I could feel her both expanding in girth and sliding a bit further down and all I knew was that I wanted to have more of her inside of me.

I was being violated in my mouth and in my ass, and I was in heaven. I had never felt this way before. It was as my body was developing a rhythm of its own, and a warm glow was spreading from my midsection up to my breasts and down to my toes. This was unlike anything I had ver experienced before. And then the tingling started to focus finally on my cock and balls, and I knew I was going to have an extreme orgasm. My asshole started to throb around her fingers, my chest was on fire and my entire body was lit as if by some form of electricity that flowed from her fingers deep inside of me and the cock now nestled deep within my waiting and wanting mouth. The flow went across my chest and traveled down to a place below my stomach and straight up through my balls and cock and I exploded. I could feel myself pumping stream after locked up stream of my cum into her waiting sucking mouth and yet this explosion wasn't at all like any orgasm I had ever had before. As her fingers continued to work my asshole and her cock my mouth, I felt something inside of me having a mini-orgasm that was separate and distinct from what I had ever felt before.

Unlike my old process of being spent and having immediate come down, this kept on building like a fire that couldn't be put out. Lisa removed her fingers and her cock, and I knew I felt empty and wanted them both back in me, probing, plunging, stroking and setting me afire. She quickly swapped positions and came to me face-to-face, her eyes wet, lips still dripping with strands of my ejaculation and she leaned forward, placing her lips gently on mine. Lisa started to kiss me and I could taste myself on her and then she moved her tongue against my lips and they parted, and she started to feed me some of my own seed.

It was natural, it was good. And while she did this she took her left hand and gently raised my right leg, lifting my butt slightly off the couch. I could feel her breasts rubbing against mine as she shifted her weight and while still liplocked and with her tongue invading my mouth I felt her continue to shift positions.

My ass was spread wide, and my hole had been well lubricated and worked open, so I almost didn't notice the slight force of something making a penetration and then, before I knew it she was pushing the head of her cock past my sphincter and sliding the monster deep within me. As if it was a pussy my ass opened up to her, and with each stoke it wasn't as if she was pushing into me, but it felt more like I was sucking her in. I felt her bottom out as her balls slapped against me, and then she started lovingly slow long stokes, pulling almost all the way out, pushing all the way in.

Our lips parted and then for the first time either of us spoke, and it was me, in a low whisper of a voice, "Lisa, please take me, fuck me, make me yours." And with that she started to pick up the pace. My chest was burning, electricity was flowing through her into me, with each stroke I was becoming even more lost in the passion. I felt my ass start to spasm as she plunged deeper and harder into me. I was on fire. I was electric. She was driving me and my spent cock was no longer flaccid, but erect. My balls were aching and as she said "I'm going to cum." I wrapped my leg around her trying to pull her deeper into me as I felt her start to expand. And then I was overcome with a series of intense orgasms, my ass throbbed around her cock as it pistoned in and out faster and faster, tightening and wanting to milk her seed into me. My own cock and balls tightened for the second time and I felt myself ejaculate between our stomachs. And Lisa's back arched and she expelled a final breath before I felt myself fill with her. A warmth spreading through me, as she pushed time and again, thrusting as deep as she could and marking me as hers.

And then the passions started to subside. She came to me, face to face and our lips touched, we were locked in an embrace and I was trying to not let her go. Our tongues fought a passion play, and she and I stayed like that for what felt like an eternity as I felt her cock slowly start to shrink, and finally, to slide out leaving me feeling empty. We snuggled together like this neither one of us willing to break the contact that had just minutes ago been so intense. My body was aching for her, and my mind was reeling. Was I gay? No, this was a beautiful lady that held me in her arms. But didn't I just suck a cock? Didn't I just let a cock penetrate me, and didn't I just love it? Wasn't I already thinking how wonderful this was, and how I wanted to be taken by Lisa again, and soon?

Lisa looked down at me, a smile on her face. "I guess we are friends and lovers now." She said. And in that moment I knew that it was true. I wasn't thinking about the man who might be doing my wife. I wasn't thinking about my meds that had made me so mad for so long. I was thinking about Lisa and I. I was thinking about us, not as two individuals, but as a couple. But what surprised me the most was that I was looking up into her eyes and I knew that this was my role. I was where I wanted be. Beneath her, being taken. My eyes started to fill and I said, "I'm yours." And with those words I sealed my fate and our future. I had accepted my role as the submissive partner in our lovemaking. I had done so willingly. I had decided that this was where I wanted to be, wanted to stay.

We untangled from one another and we went off to the shower together. She took my hand and led me, and I knew that this was right. We started the shower and together we both entered. She passed me the soap and I started to wash her from head to toe. When I came to her cock and balls I slowly pulled the foreskin back and lathered it up with steady strokes. I was on my knees before her as the water flowed down her body and she started to grow in my hands. This was no longer me in some passion of the moment. This was me, being what I was to be. The water rinsed off the soap and I leaned forward, wanting to take her into my mouth, wanting to do nothing but please her sexually. I knew I could. I would be clumsy, but I would learn. Semi erect again she entered my mouth and reached down to rest her hands on my head.

I bobbed back and forth taking her growing flesh deeper and deeper into my waiting and wanting mouth. I let it pop out and turned my head to the underside kissing and licking her member and finally taking her balls in my mouth and slowly sucking them. She was a ramrod of steel below warm pulsing flesh. I moved upward, stopping to admire her flat stomach, to kiss and suck her abs. Higher still I cupped and nuzzled at each breast. I sucked and teased the nipples so dark, round and hard. I finally stood before her, her sex kitten waiting to be taken again. We kissed long and deep. Her cock sticking into me, demanding me, her wanting to be in me as much as I wanted her inside, to fill the void she had left. We broke and slowly she turned me away, facing the shower wall. I spread my legs apart and bent over from the waist, placing my face against the wall and I felt her hands travel slowly across my breasts and down to may waist.

My ass quivered in anticipation as she leaned forward into me and I felt her cock again pressing at my ass demanding to be let in. I pushed back. I opened to receive her. And she slowly rewarded me with small thrusts, each deeper than the last. The water was spraying down across my back and she was deep inside of me again. I felt whole, and at peace. This time the lovemaking was slow, she played it out, teasing me, and staying with me through the multiple times my body was overcome with warmth. Each time I would tighten down, hoping to draw her seed back into me, waiting for her to expand and explode. Yet she kept control, and five minutes turned into ten, ten to fifteen, and as the water started to run cold she sped up, creating a massive heat between us. Finally, without a word she leaned forward into me, her breasts on my back, her lips and tongue caressing my ear. I turned my face to her and our lips met as she made the final pushes, expanding and planting her seed within me yet again. I knew I had satisfied her, and that satisfied me.

We stepped from the shower, dried each other off and she led me to our bedroom. "I see the regime I put you on worked." She said. Then she explained that, if my male libido wasn't functioning, she wanted to see if she could start up the female side of if. She had given me an extensive series of hormones that front loaded and then went to a smaller amount. This explained my mood swings, my breasts, for that is now how I was thinking of my former male chest and even the intense mini-orgasms I had been experiencing. She asked me to forgive her if this isn't what I wanted, but this is what I desired now. This is what I wanted. I wanted to be with Lisa, to make her happy, to do what she wanted me to do. I expressed these feelings as we lay in our bed together. She smiled, and I was pleased.

The next day I awoke a bit confused by my surroundings. The bed was not mine. The pillows were different. The smells and the sounds were of what I had become used to. I opened my eyes a small amount and saw Lisa half covered lying next to me. My body tingled and I became aware of a feeling that was a tad raw, and a tad hot, coming from my overworked ass.

I caressed her body with my eyes. Looking lovingly at her large hands, her well formed breasts, her thin waist. The way that everything rose softly with each breath as she slept. Without disturbing her I moved to my elbow slowly pulling the sheet that covered her lower torso away with my motions. I looked at her feet, nails polished red and let my gaze wander up until my eyes landed on the prize. With each breath there was a slight movement in her semi-erect penis. I took my free arm and brought my hand up to my chest and started to play with my breasts. Now I understood what had been happening to me, the mood swings, the tenderness, the changes that had been effecting me.

Lisa was turning me into her perfect partner, and I loved her for it. I wanted to please her, to make her happy. I leaned forward. Making sure not to touch her too roughly I brought my head down to her waist and started to plant small kisses around her groin. I watched as they started to have the desired effect, her member started to grow. My breath, warm and soft brushed at her and she hardened. This was really the first time I could examine her penis while not in the middle of our lovemaking. She was cut, and I was right about the size, it must have been nine inches. But what amazed me was the girth. I had thought it was large, but I had no idea. As it continued to blossom before me the tip brushed against my lips, and I parted my lips to take my lover in.

I started to suck slowly on the tip as it passed my lips. I rolled my tongue around the slit at the end, and then draw it along the underside playing with the foreskin, pushing it back to flick at the glands beneath. I noticed my breath was coming quicker, and lowered my head taking her deeper into my mouth. Lisa made a small moan, I stopped and made sure that she was still in her slumber, she was. I took my free hand from my chest and wrapped it around the base and slowly started to jerk her off, feeling her womanhood grow firmer and more rigid in my mouth. I could hear that my ministrations were working as there were sharp inhalations of breath telling me when what I was doing was working right, and what was bringing my lover the most pleasure. I stopped and looked again at Lisa laying there in the ends of sleep, a smile on her face, and I knew what I had to do. To date each time we had made love it was really her that was taking me, I had to give myself to her now and show that I wanted her. Softly and with as much care as I could muster I changed my position making sure not to wake her. I placed my leg across her, not touching her and positioned myself above her hard tool.

I lowered myself until I could feel the head of her cock pressing gently against my anus. I started to push out a little and continued to lower myself onto her, impaling myself. She slipped in like a hand fitting into a glove that was made for it. I continued to press my weight down. Looking to make sure that she was still sleeping, and then I could push no further. I had taken her all within me. I was filled, and I was happy. If this was what it meant to be gay, then I guess I was, for this was where I wanted to be, and I was doing what I wanted to do. I slowly moved my body in up and down movement by flexing my legs. Each motion brought a small exhales from Lisa. My ass was on fire again. Not painful, but filled with heat. My passion was building and I started to move faster and faster. I looked into her face, and as her eyes opened I fell into their pools of blackness. Lisa smiled.

Lisa took her hands and placed them on my breasts. She started to use her nails to scratch around the nipples and my breasts came alive. Little shock wave ran across my chest and down into my anus. Then with each stroke as I moved up and down upon her my anus sent those little waves back up my body. I leaned forward and kissed her, keeping the rhythm I had set. She kissed me back with a passion and I knew I had done the right thing. Her hands traveled down my back and as we broke the kiss Lisa said "Good morning my lover." I replied "Is there anything you would like me to do for you today?" And the stroking of her member within me continued. He breathing picked up in pace, getting shorter, and I moved my stokes to match it. Faster, shorter and deeper I fed her into me. We were on fire once again. We two were one, and my goal was to make me live by taking everything from her within me. I pressed down as had as I could so that every possible piece of her flesh would merge with mine. We were pounding at a furious pace and then I felt her start to expand. I knew I was the one bring her to orgasm, and that started mine. I could feel my ass spasm around her, pulling her in as deep as I could, not wanting to let her go. On each upstroke my bady naturally clenched to keep each lovely inch of her within me, and she continued to grow, to fill me. And then, all to quickly Lisa exploded, an explosive breath came from her and at the same time I felt her cum deep within me. I didn't stop. I milked her dry. Lisa enclosed her arms around me, we were locked together, her inside of me, my ass refusing to let go of it's prize. We kissed, passionate but slowly. "you are exactly what I wanted you to be." Lisa said with small whispers, "but we have so much more to do, you have so far to go, I'll lead you there, my lover, my friend."

I was in heaven. We snuggled that way until she became flaccid again and with a small pop, we were again two, not one. I felt some of her seaman leak and I forced myself to close, to hold her within me. To keep the prize so hard fought and won. I rolled off and she caressed my tits. "These will be beautiful." she said and I knew that I wanted them to be so, for her. Her hand flowed down my stomach to my penis, she held the semi-erect member and said, "and this, you will not miss it any longer, you have found a place where you get your joy from someplace else. I knew that you were unhappy, and I love you and wanted you to be happy, and this is how we will make sure you are." And in that moment I knew that this was a journey of choice, that I had chosen, and that she was right. I had found more pleasure riding her to her orgasm than I could remember ever having with anyone before.

Thirty minutes later, still with her scent about me, mingled with the scent of our early morning lovemaking, I went out, got into the car and drove to my home. I was alive and the entire way I considered how I could tell my wife that what we had been over. That chapter of my life had come to an end. I didn't want to live the fraud. It didn't help that one of my golf buddies was just leaving as I walked in the front door. So we discussed our future together and we agreed that it would be best if we both spent some time away. I offered to be the one to leave our home, even though we both knew that she had been the one to sleep around, she didn't know what had become of me the prior evening. I expected that I would keep it that way. I packed up some of my belongings and loaded the car and went back to Lisa's.

As she helped me move my things in, she listened to the developments. She was overjoyed. We kissed passionately and she stroked my hair. "Now," she said, "we have work to do on you." And with that she had decided my fate. I was to follow her regime, from the health spa to personal care. I was to do what she did when she did it. I was to be with her, as her lover and her friend, and I was to take my role and play it to the hilt. I agreed. It was what I wanted to do.

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