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Rating: NC:17

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I was at work when Mark called, trying to concentrate on the computer in front of me, not doing a very good job of it. My mind continually wandered into the gutter. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and I was due. Apparently Mark felt the same way.

Mark and I had been friends for almost 8 years. He had bought the house next door to mine, and we had hit it off instantly. But he traveled too much for my tastes. He was hardly ever home.

About 2 years ago, we made…ha…I almost said made love, but what we did wasn’t about love. It was all about need. And lust. That was the first time.

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It was after midnight, and Mark came over because he was bored. He hates taking time off from his job, and spent those rare days lying around the house, working on his motorcycle, and healing his body.

Speaking of his body, I should start there. He’s tall, about 6’9, long reddish brown hair, grayish-green eyes, and muscles…wow. He was built like a fucking tank.

And he’s covered with tattoos. Every where. Now, I have never been a body art kind of person, but on him the tats looked like they belonged there.

Anyway, on this particular night, he had been sitting at home, watching infomercials on TV, generally just hanging out. He was bored, and he came to visit me.

I lived alone next to him, having inherited the house from my father, who had passed away not too long ago. Mark didn’t knock on the door, we had passed that stage a long time ago.

We sat on the sofa for a while, watching a movie on TV. It was stupid, and not the comedy that the station said it would be. So I asked Mark if he wanted to watch a video.

"Sure," he’d said, his deep voice soft. "Got any good porno?" He laughed, just joking around. Little did he know, I did have a few XXX videos hidden inside the entertainment center. I slipped one of them into the VCR, and laughed as his eyes almost bugged out of his head.

I guess that caught him off guard. I was his friend, and he considered me one of the guys. I don’t know if the thought that I was also a woman with needs ever jumped up into his mind. But I guess the movie told him all he needed to know.

Instead of taking the movie out, I let it play, and sat on the couch close beside him. He seemed nervous, watching a porn movie with one of his closest friends. I had wanted him for ages, but didn’t want to risk the friendship. On that particular night, I was in the middle of an extremely long ‘dry’ spell, pardon the pun. The idea of picking up a stranger in a bar didn’t appeal to me, but Mark definitely did.

As the movie played, I scooted closer to him on the couch. I put my hand on his thigh. He jumped, then settled down as I kneaded the muscle in my fingers. Damn, he was hot. The insane urge to trace his tattoos with my tongue went through my head.

But I didn’t do that. Not yet anyway. I pushed myself up against him, my hand stroking higher on his thigh. He drew in a breath. "What are you doing?" he said, sounding choked up. I smiled wickedly.

"What do you think? Come on Mark, when’s the last time you had some? Hmm?" As I spoke, my hand went to the fly of his jeans. I unzipped him, extremely curious about his cock. He was so fucking tall, I wondered if his dick would reflect that. I wasn’t disappointed.

As soon as the zipper was down, my hand was inside his pants, grabbing onto his stiffening cock. My mind reeled. It was huge, even half-limp. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as I ran my hand over the length, cupped his balls, then stroked upward. His dick got even bigger in my hand as I stroked him loosely.

I leaned up to run my tongue over his lips. God, he had a great pair of lips for a man. He sighed and I put my mouth against his and slipped my tongue inside. It didn’t take much before he was kissing me back, his own tongue dipping into my mouth.

He reached for me, but I swatted his hands away. I made him stand, then undressed him, stripping his clothes off and licking the skin as I exposed it. Finally he stood naked, his cock standing straight out from his body, a full nine inches, maybe more. I licked my lips, and he groaned.

I sat on the couch and pulled him against me. Slowly I kissed his abdomen, sticking my tongue into his belly button, then moving down. I wrapped one hand around his hot cock, pumping it in my fist. I licked the head of his dick, swirling my tongue around it, loving how soft it felt. I drew his cock into my mouth, having to over extend my jaw just to make it happen. I sucked on him, making him groan with pleasure, before pulling him out and licking the head again. I reinserted his cock into my mouth, taking it in as far as I could, and stroked his balls with my hand. He began moving his hips against my sucking, trying to push himself further inside my mouth. When I thought he was ready to cum, I pulled him out, and stroked him gently, calming him down. I didn’t want him to finish yet.

Instead, I stood up and took off my own clothes. Although I usually wear comfortable loose clothes, I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I was slim, and built, and I knew it. I had worked hard for a body that could make a man drool.

Mark looked me over, taking in the slim waist, the flaring hips, the big bust. In one step, I was being crushed against him, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my breasts, grabbing my ass. I sank down onto the couch, pulling him with me. He was almost crazy with desire. He pushed me into a prone position, then leaned down and put his mouth on my nipple.

I cried out when he bit me, wrapping my hands in his long hair, pulling him closer. His teeth grazed the nipple, making it stand up hard, as his tongue circled it. He sucked it back into his mouth, biting again, and I arched against him, clawing his shoulders with my nails.

I was gasping for air as he slid his tongue down my stomach, stopping to admire the only tattoo on my body, a dragon that circled my belly button. Mark smiled, and dipped his tongue inside, making me clench up. I was extremely ticklish around my belly button.

He continued downward, veering to the left to bite into my thigh, licking the red spot he left there. His fingers were slowly opening me up, sliding along the slit, going in a millimeter at a time. Tired of being teased, I bucked up against him, forcing his finger to rub against my swollen clit.

He brushed it once, then circled it slowly with his thumb, as I moaned with pleasure. I wound my hands tighter in his hair, forcing his lips and tongue into alignment with my straining hips. He slid his tongue over my clit, making me jump, then gently sucked it into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. I couldn’t control my hips, I ground them upward into his mouth, crying out.

To repay me for earlier, on the verge of orgasm, Mark suddenly pulled away from me, sliding back up my body, kissing my skin on the way. He stopped again on my breasts, kneading them in his big hands. He slipped his tongue between them, wetting the skin in my cleavage.

He sat up and smiled, straddling my stomach. He stroked his dick, watching my face as I watched him place his cock in the valley between my breasts, then pushed them together with his hands. He moved his hips, sliding his dick between them. When his hard on emerged at the top, I leaned forward and sucked the head into my mouth. He pulled back, then pushed forward again, and my mouth opened waiting for him.

His breathing grew heavy, and I pushed him down my body, lining him up between my thighs. One of my feet rested on the floor, the other was propped on the back of the couch. He grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head along my slit, watching as my body jerked in response. He guided himself, slipping only the head inside, as I held my breath waiting for him to continue.

He leaned forward, kissing my lips again, holding himself at the entrance to my body. I ground my mouth onto his, plunging my tongue inside, trying to move upward onto his shaft. He pulled back but not out, letting me feel the big head twitch inside me. I groaned, and Mark laughed, a soft deep chuckle that made his dick move inside me, causing me to suck in a breath in frustration.

Finally, I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, burying his cock inside me. We stayed that way for a moment, Mark gritting his teeth. Then he slowly pulled out, and held himself in check again. He leaned forward again, this time sucking a nipple into his mouth, as he slid his cock inside me.

He raised up on his hands, and looked into my eyes, smiling down at me, as his hips moved in soft short strokes. I brought my legs around his waist, forcing him even deeper inside me, as my hands ran over his chest and around his back, pulling him down on top of me.

Our tempo increased, both of us straining to slam into each other, Mark groaning and me crying out as our hips were slammed together. Finally, I felt my orgasm build inside, making me through back my head and cling to his broad shoulders, screaming his name. Mark pushed forward one last time, going even deeper that before, and orgasmed, his eyes closing, gripping me in his arms.

We lay on the couch for a while, neither one with the energy to move or speak. I stared over his shoulder at the ceiling, smiling. The sex was even better than I thought it would be, beating out all of my fantasies of him that I’d had over the years.

Mark finally pulled away from me, rolling us around so that we lay belly to belly on my wide couch. With a soft smile on his lips, he kissed my forehead, and we both fell asleep.

Like I said, that was the first time, and he was reluctant at the start, but he ended up making me want him more. It’s like a demon in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, lusting for more of him. I am a grown woman, but I felt like a horny teenager whenever I thought of him. I had thought one time with him would get him out of my system, but I was wrong. I couldn’t tell him no after that. And I couldn’t understand why I had acted so boldly in the first place. True, I’d wanted him, but I practically forced him into it.

From that night on, I was his. Anytime he was in town, he’d come over for a ‘visit’. We were all over my house. After about a month, there wasn’t a room in my house that didn’t make me think of him. We did it on the couch, the kitchen table, in the tub (which was an experience, seeing how big he is), and a closet (another experience).

It was funny. I had never been in his house, and still haven’t ever gone over there. I’d hung out on his front porch plenty of times, but had never gone inside.

When Mark called me, these thoughts went through my mind. All he said on the phone was, "I need you tonight." Nothing else. That’s all either one of us needed to know. And God help me, I needed him too. He was going to catch a flight home, and be here by midnight. So I decided that I’d do a little exploring while I had the time.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a snoop or anything. But all of a sudden I realized that although we’d been neighbors for some time, and slept together for close to two years, I still didn’t know much about him. I know he what music he likes, I know what he watches on TV, hell, his favorite sexual positions. But the man himself was still a mystery. Like the way he acted around me was a front that he put on.

So I was going to get to the bottom of it, tonight. I clocked out early, went home, and took a bath, relaxing, waiting for dark for some strange reason. At eight, I slipped a thin cotton nightgown over my head and headed outside.

His house was dark as I walked across his backyard. I tried the kitchen door and found it was locked, but I know a few things about the people that used to live here. I felt along the porch light, and came up with a key. It still worked; Mark hadn’t thought to get the locks changed when he moved in.

I stepped inside his kitchen. It was spotless, of course. He was never home to use it. I walked through an archway into the living room, where a huge couch took up most of the space, followed closely by a big screen TV. I flipped through his movies, noticing that he had quite a few that I owned.

In the bathroom, also immaculate, there was only a large black towel hanging. A bottle of his cologne sat on the sink, and I pulled the top off and sniffed the masculine scent.

Back in the main part of the house. I walked quickly up the stairs, eager to see his bedroom. The smell of the cologne was enough to turn me on, and I suddenly wanted to be done here and with the man himself. I opened the first door, and it was just an empty room. He hadn’t bothered to fix it up at all, why would he? He’s never here.

The second door led into his bedroom. I went in and flipped on the light. Not a regular light, but row of blacklights that lined the top of the wall. They gave everything an eerie glow. I walked to his bed, which was huge, and covered in black satin sheets. Everything in the room was black. Apparently he liked the color.

I ran my hand over the smooth sheets, then raised a pillow and smelled his scent, the cologne and just the scent of him. Now I was really turned on. I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly trailing a hand over my breasts. I wished midnight would get here already.

I lay back on his bed, still fondling my breasts, my nipples getting hard. I imagined it was him doing it. it wasn’t the same at all, but it was all I had for now. I lifted my nightshirt up and licked a finger, running the wetness over a puckered nipple, closing my eyes. My other hand was trailing downward, to stroke myself into orgasm, but stopped when I heard a noise in the room.

My eyes opened, and I stared at the doorway where Mark was standing. I blushed furiously, glad the blacklights would hide the color. I don’t usually practice masturbation, but I didn’t want anyone besides Mark, and it had been a few months since I’d seen him. A week ago, I’d gone to a bar and met a handsome man, but once we were alone, he couldn’t compete with Mark’s prowess and size. I left, aggravated at both Mark, for not being there, and myself, for not being able to satisfy my needs with an ordinary man.

Mark continued staring at me on his bed. I couldn’t see his eyes, didn’t know if he was pissed because I had come into his house without his permission. He slowly walked toward the bed.

"Why’d you stop?" he said, his voice a low rumble. It sent chills down my spine. He set a bag down by the bed.

"Umm," was all I could say. "I didn’t expect you home yet…" I couldn’t complete the thought.

"Caught an earlier flight," he said, unbuttoning his shirt, his voice growing huskier. "And I asked you a question."

"You surprised me," I finally choked out.

"Not as surprised as I am," the shirt was off, and he was slipping off his jeans. "To come home for a quick shower and find you in my bed." A quick smile flashed across his face, there and gone so fast I thought I imagined it. The blacklight shined off his teeth and eyes, giving him an eerie look.

I was almost scared, and he sensed it. And I think he liked it. This was his territory after all. I was trespassing. And I couldn’t see his eyes, except for the whites, which glowed under the lights. It was spooky.

He came to the bedside, and lifted my hand, placing it over my cunt. "I want to watch you." He rumbled, not expecting an argument. But what he wanted was something that I didn’t do in front of an audience. I’m no sexual prude, obviously, but that’s a private thing.

"I don’t think I can," I whispered, trying to pull my hand away. He held it still in his larger, stronger one.

"Hmm, you break into my house, go through my things, and you won’t do this one, tiny, little thing for me?" Mark shook his head, the whites of his teeth once again glowing in the lights as he smiled. "Then I suppose I should get dressed, and let you go home. You obviously don’t want me as much as I want you."

I gaped at him. Was he nuts? He was all I ever thought about. It was just the lighting spooking me, I told myself. It screwed up my perceptions. It was, after all, just Mark.

"I don’t want to go," I managed to whisper. "I want you to be the one touching me." I tried to see his eyes again. Even with him this close, they were unreadable. Damn lights.

"Then do what I ask," he said, sitting beside me on the bed. "I want to see you touch yourself."

I couldn’t not do it. I closed my eyes, tried to pretend he wasn’t there. That didn’t work. Mark had let go of my hand, and was waiting patiently for me to begin.

"Pretend I’m the one touching you. Where would I start?" he whispered, stretching out on the bed beside me.

"Umm," I began nervously. "Where would you start? Or where would I like you to start?"

He chuckled. "If it helps you, where would you like me to start?"

My hand lifted, and I brushed a finger across my lips. "Here, with a kiss." I whispered. Then my fingers slid over my jaw onto my neck. I hesitated, then ran them over my nipple once again. I cupped my breast, pulling the nipple with my index finger and thumb. I could feel Mark’s warmth beside me, and that helped me to imagine it was his hands touching me.

After playing with my breasts again, I let thought slip away. I wanted him to touch me. It was like a fire burning inside me. I slid my hand lower, bending my leg at the knee. I placed a finger into my slit, and gently traced myself, gasping when my finger danced over my clit. I kept drawing spirals around it, occasionally brushing up against it, not letting myself do more.

Amazingly, I felt a climax building inside me. And I’d thought I wouldn’t be able to do it. My fingers rubbed my clit dead-on now, with a light feathery touch, as my hips came up off the bed and I orgasmed, moaning Mark’s name.

When the spasms had passed, I lay still, my eyes closed. I couldn’t believe I had just masturbated in front of someone. I didn’t know what had come over me.

"Look at me," Mark’s voice rumbled in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes, and turned to look into his face. His eyes were still swallowed by darkness, only the whites apparent. "That was amazing." He whispered, touching his mouth gently to mine.

As soon as his lips touched me, I wanted him. That fast. Weird glowing eyes or not, I was ready for him.

He used his tongue to trace the outline of my lips, then pushed it inside, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I tangled my hands into his hair. It was like I couldn’t help myself.

Then his hands were sliding over my body, touching all the places I had touched, only the sensations were about a million times more powerful. I felt his hard on pressing against my hip, and I wanted it inside me.

Mark pulled away and sat up. He slid down the bed, and maneuvered until he was between my legs. His tongue explored my slit, my hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth. I put my arms above my head, grabbing the edge of the mattress as his tongue continued moving against me. I thrashed around for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes. Mark stuck his tongue out, and licked his way back up my body, stopping again at my breasts. I put my hands on his face, pulling him tighter against me.

He finally raised his face to mine, eyes glowing eerily in the blacklight. His lips touched mine as he grasped my hips and rolled over, putting me on top. I started to move down his body, but he grabbed my arms and pulled me back up. I straddled him, waiting to see what he wanted me to do next. He stared up into my face, looking for what, I don’t know. Eventually, he let me lower myself onto his waiting cock, taking in its length in one silky movement. I moaned and started rocking my hips against him, while he lay still, his hands behind his head, just watching me. I stared down at the glowing whites of his eyes transfixed. I leaned forward, resting my weight on my hands on either side of his shoulders, and started rocking back and forth, as fast as I could, slamming myself down onto him as he lay there. I felt another climax building, so I slowed my movements, eventually stopping and being utterly still. Although it was still dark, I could see the whites of Mark’s eyes narrow, and I knew he was frowning.

"Why did you stop?" he whispered. I leaned forward, almost nose to nose, and I still couldn’t see into his eyes.

But I forgot about that. With a grunt, he sat up, taking me with him. Now we were face to face on the bed, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I began repeating the up and down movements from before, only this time Mark’s hips rose up to meet me on every thrust. I cried out his name, as with a final push he came inside me, the twitches of his dick setting off another orgasm for me. When I finally got my breath, I slid off him and pulled my nightgown down over my exposed body. Mark lay back on the bed smiling, eyes and teeth glowing in the strange light.

"Leaving already?" he asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper. But it sounded like he was amused at how eager I was to get out of there.

"I want to go home," I said, voice shake. I was starting to feel a little headachy, an effect of the blacklights, I guessed. "I’m sorry I came in without you knowing about it. I don’t know…" I couldn’t finish.

Mark laughed. "Don’t worry, baby. You can come over anytime you want to. When I’m home. Want me to walk you home?"

I might have answered just a little bit too fast. "No! I’ll be fine, it’s right next door." Even as I spoke, I was already backing out the door, almost ready to turn and run.

Mark’s laugh was still ringing in my head as I went out the kitchen door, into the cool night air. As I walked across the yard, I could feel his eyes watching me. I fought the urge to turn and look, knowing I wouldn’t be able to see anything in his windows in the dark.

In my own house at last, I did something that I hardly ever do. I locked my doors, then went through the house making sure the windows were locked. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Then I went upstairs and took a long hot shower. I put on a new nightgown and lay in my bed, confused about my mixed up feelings. My head was pounding now. I took some aspirin, and lay back down, and waited until sleep claimed me.

I didn’t sleep for long; there was a loud banging on the door downstairs. I stumbled out of the bed, still mostly asleep, and made my way downstairs. I unlocked the door, and pulled it open. Mark was standing outside, smiling at me, holding his bag in his hand.

I stared at him confused. "You gonna invite me in?" he asked, still smiling. I stepped out of his way.

"I thought…" I began, then shook my head. I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. What was he doing here?

"Sorry for being late," he said, smiling, kissing me on the temple as he sat his bag down on the steps. "My plane got delayed at the airport."

I looked at the clock. It was almost 1 a.m. "But I thought you got home hours ago," I said, frowning.

"No, just got in. You might have seen my brother Glen go in my house. He’s going to stay there for a week, so we can get some stuff planned," Mark said, settling with a sigh on the couch.

I felt my stomach drop. Oh God. His brother. "Mark,’ I said, sitting next to him. "Umm, I…" Mark pulled me close to him, and nuzzled my neck, his hand cupping my breast.

"Hmm?" Mark wasn’t listening to me, as his lips brushed across my ear.

I could have kept my mouth shut. Maybe his brother wouldn’t say anything to him. Then again, maybe he would. "Mark, please. I need to tell you something." His hand had worked its way up my shirt, playing with my nipples.

God, that felt good. I cleared my head of the passionate fog. "I went to your house earlier." He pulled back a little, and looked at me. "I was in your room, and I thought you came in. We…umm," I couldn’t tell him about it. It had obviously not been Mark there.

"You what? Slept with my brother?" His eyes showed anger, and he pulled away from me, taking his hand out from under my shirt. "How could you do that?" He sounded hurt.

"I don’t know. It was the blacklights. Mark, I thought it was you. I swear! Same height, same build," I stopped. I still should have been able to tell the difference.

Mark’s shoulders slumped as the anger left him. "I told him about you. I guess I should have warned you ahead of time. He’s kind of strange. I can’t believe he’d do this though." Mark made as if to stand up, and I held his arm.

"Where are you going?" I asked him, panicked. I didn’t want there to be trouble. And I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I was hoping for a little forgiveness.

Mark looked down at me. Then he sighed and slumped back onto the couch. "I can’t believe you couldn’t tell it wasn’t me."

"I couldn’t, Mark. It was dark. God, even his voice…" I said, trying not to remember. "He was spooky, I thought it was you trying to freak me out."

"Yeah, he’s a spook all right. I can’t believe he’d do this," Mark stroked my cheek. "I don’t blame you. But what were you doing over there in the first place?"

I cleared my throat, and looked away from his face. "I knew you went there first, to put your stuff away and take a shower. I thought I’d surprise you."

Mark sighed again. "Well, you succeeded. I’m a little more than surprised." He stood up and I watched him warily. "It was a mistake. I don’t own you anyway. But damn, I still can’t believe Glen would do something like this." He took my hand and pulled me up. "He didn’t hurt you or anything did he?"

I shook my head. Of course it hadn’t hurt me. I’d had a couple of brain exploding orgasms, hadn’t I? But I wasn’t about to tell that to Mark.

"Good. I’ll talk to his dumb ass in the morning. In the meantime, I’m beat. How bout letting me stay here tonight?" Mark smiled down at me.

"Yeah. OK. If you want to," I said, not returning the smile. He was forgiving me just like that? "What are you going to do to your brother? I don’t want to cause trouble between you guys."

Mark leaned down and kissed me. "Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out something." He led me upstairs to my bedroom, and slipped my nightgown off. His hands were roaming my body, and I was immediately turned on again. I don’t know what it was about him that made it that way.

Actually, in the back of my mind I was wondering why he wanted to touch me at all. I knew that if my sister had slept with my boyfriend, I wouldn’t want to touch him ever again. But Mark was as turned on as ever, as his lips traveled down my neck, sucking at my collarbone. I sighed, tilting my head back. Of course, I’d thought Glen was Mark, which is probably why I’d been able to perform earlier. And since to women, sex is about 90% psychological, and I wanted Mark so badly, that I had orgasmed was a given.

I finally relaxed into Mark’s hands, feeling his lips as he kissed his way across my breasts. His mouth found my nipple, and sucked it inside, making my legs shake with wanting him. His tongue curled around the hard nipple, making me moan softly. I gently ran a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.

He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, then laid me down on the bed, my legs hanging off the side and my feet on the floor. He spread my legs, and nibbled his way from my knees, up my sensitive inner thigh, to my slit. His fingers gently stroked along the outside, as his tongue slipped in, rubbing against my clit, making me arch my back at the contact. I grabbed his head and pulled it forward, forcing him to suck harder.

Mark looked up, a smile on his face. He moved back up my body, stopping to place hot kisses here and there. He ran his tongue over my nipples again, and I whispered his name. He finally caught my lips with his, pushing his tongue inside.

I pushed him away gasping for air. I sat him up, and stood in front of him, then took his hand. I led him to a rocking chair that was in the corner of the room.

Mark sat down and I kneeled in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs. I gently kneaded his muscles, scratched him with my nails, as I kissed his chest. I slipped a little closer to him, and put my lips against his cock. An involuntary jerk made it bounce against my mouth, and I flicked out my tongue to lick the head. Mark drew in a breath, his head tilting backward, as I slowly opened my mouth to suck on him. I took him in as far as I could, then sucked on it as I slid it out. I nipped the tip with my teeth, and Mark grabbed my arms and pulled me up.

He had me straddle him as he sat in the chair, so that I faced him. I slowly took his cock inside me, and he held my hips still, then started rocking the chair. The motion of the chair made his dick move imperceptibly inside me, and made my swollen clit rub against the hard bone of his pubis. It wasn’t long before I had an orgasm, gasping in pleasure as Mark’s hands tightened on my waist, his dick spasming inside me. We sat in the chair for a while, Mark gently rocking and stroking my back.

We finally extricated ourselves, and Mark went into the bathroom to shower. When he came out, we snuggled together on my bed, falling asleep within minutes.

When I woke up the next morning, Mark was gone. Figures. He never stayed the whole night, always sneaking out before I wake up.

I got up and took yet another shower. Amazing, I had almost convinced myself that last night was some weird mind trip. I stepped outside to head for work, and as I got in my car I noticed movement from next door. I glanced over to wave at Mark, but it was his brother standing there on the porch, watching me.

I quickly lowered my hand, and felt my face growing red. God, how embarrassing. I drove like a maniac to get out of there. At work all day I kicked myself.

I got back that evening, pulling into my driveway, carefully avoiding looking at Mark’s house. I quickly shut myself inside my own, locking the door behind me.

I kicked off my shoes, and went into the living room, where I halted in my tracks. Mark and Glen sat on my couch, waiting for me.

I looked from one to the other as they both stood up. Although they didn’t look exactly alike, it was a close thing. They were the same height, same build, same long hair, although Glen’s was darker. And Glen’s eyes were brown instead of green.

They both smiled at me, and I felt myself blush. Apparently Mark wasn’t pissed off anymore. But I couldn’t imagine why he’d brought his brother over to my house. We all stood there; them looking kind of pleased, me feeling uncomfortable.

I finally went all the way into the room, not sure what to expect. I eyed Glen warily. He smiled down at me, and winked. Mark took my hand and sat me on the couch between them.

"Look, I know it’s weird, but I couldn’t stay mad. He’s my brother, and you’re my friend. I don’t own you. So if you say it’s OK, we can start all over." Mark said, and I stared at him. Last night he’d been ready to kill Glen.

But what could I say? I was as much at fault, which thankfully was being overlooked. So we sat on the couch chatting for an hour or so, then Glen decided to go back to Mark’s house.

Mark stood up, and ushered Glen out the door. Then he came back to me, putting his arms around me. As he started kissing me, I decided his weird family thing wasn’t worth my worry. If Mark was willing to let it go, I wasn’t going to stop him.

Life was about to get strange. More than strange. Then next day Mark came over to say goodbye, he had to fly to New York for work, and he’d be gone for a week, maybe more if whatever it was he was doing was extended.

When he was gone, I settled on the couch, agonizing over not seeing him for a week or more. I didn’t love him, that wasn’t part of it. But I needed him.

At around midnight, I was about to head up to bed when I got the strange notion to go outside. I stood on my front porch, feeling the night air cool my skin. My eyes drifted to Mark’s dark house. On the porch I saw the faint glow of a cigarette.

I squinted into the darkness, but I couldn’t see who it was. The spark of light moved toward me, and came into the light cast by a street lamp. It was Glen. Be motioned for me to come over. Knowing better, I walked barefoot across the our yards, until I was at the bottom step of the porch. I looked up into the shadows at him.

"Mark is letting me stay here for a while. I’m in physical therapy," Glen said, puffing on what turned out to be a vanilla cigar.

"That was nice of him," I said, unsure of what I was doing talking to him. He still frightened me a little bit.

"Come on up and sit a spell," Glen said, stepping aside.

"’Sit a spell’?" I mocked him, climbing the steps.

"Sorry, it’s the Texan in me. I can’t lose him," Glen’s voice held a smile. "Got insomnia?"

"Sometimes," I said, sitting on the rail. "You too?"

"Yep. There’s a cure for it, you know," Glen stepped closer to me. I could smell the sweet aroma of the cigar, and the smell of his cologne. "Want to know what it is?"

"Umm, I don’t know," I said, shifting as he moved even closer. He was practically on top of me. "Tell me."

"It’s better if I show you. Mark won’t mind," Glen was grinning as he threw the cigar out into the yard.

Although Mark and I had spent most of last night screwing around, I still wanted more. So it was no big surprise that his brother was managing to turn me on and scare me at the same time. "I don’t think…" I managed to say, before his lips came down on mine.

He tasted of the vanilla cigar as he put his mouth to mine, forcing his tongue inside. I didn’t resist for long. Ever since I slept with Mark the first time, I was insatiable. I wanted sex all the time. And Glen was so much like him, it was almost like being with Mark. Stupid, I know, but I was trying to justify what I knew was going to happen.

Glen grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the house, leading me upstairs into Mark’s bedroom. He was going to turn on the black light, but I stopped him. "I don’t like it," I told him, grabbing his hand. He smiled and went back downstairs, returning quickly with a box of matches and a few fat candles. He placed the candles around the bed, then lit them. That was much better.

He slowly drew the nightshirt over my head, kissing my lips again. I stood close to his body, not touching him yet. He looked at me in the dim candle light, taking in my curves. I got hot just from the look he gave me.

Glen pulled off his own clothes, throwing them heedlessly on the floor. He scooped me up in his arms and put me on the bed, then sat beside me. He leaned down, kissing my lips again. One of his hands slipped over my body, making me groan and try to pull him on top of me. I wanted to make this one a quickie. But he laughed and held off, his hand working from my shoulder to my knee, then back up the other side.

I waited, holding my breath. His fingers finally trailed over my breasts, the nipples already hard in anticipation. He put his palm on my breast, his large hand easily covering it. He leaned down and kissed my neck, then up to my earlobe. "Have you ever been tied up?" he whispered softly. I shook my head. He sat back up, smiling. Then he stood and left the room. I rose up on my elbows wondering what he was doing.

He came back moments later, carrying a box. He had me lie back, then he opened it. Inside were ropes, made entirely of silk. I looked on in apprehension as he tied my hands to the bedposts. When he was satisfied I couldn’t get loose, he took a few more things out of the box, and tossed it aside.

I watched him looking down at me, feeling desire start to build again. This was something I’d always been curious about, but had never tried. Glen picked up one of the items that was in the box, a small bottle of amber colored fluid. He poured a small amount onto my stomach, making me jump because it was cold. He ran his hands through the oil, then began smoothing over my skin. He straddled my legs, working his hands over my stomach and sides, my breasts, my thighs. I closed my eyes, and grabbed onto the ropes, which had enough play in them to let me hold onto them.

When I was almost totally covered in oil, Glen read the label on the bottle, "Strawberry," he rumbled, with a grin. He leaned forward, flicking his tongue out onto my neck. Glen licked the oil from my shoulders, then down, over the slopes of my breasts. His tongue moved over my nipples, making them harden almost painfully. He continued downward, over my ribs and belly, down my thighs. I pulled on the ropes, spreading my legs for him to get better access.

Glen ran his thumb over my slit, then brought his mouth down, flicking his tongue over the outside. I moaned, straining against the ropes. He used his fingers to open me up, and slipped his tongue inside, caressing my clit, then moving downward. His thumb moved onto my clit as his tongue slipped inside me, moving in and out as my hips came up off the bed, trying to force him deeper inside.

When I was on the verge, he stopped and sat up. He slid up my body, then kissed my lips. I arched my body against his, tearing my lips away from him. "Please," was all I could manage to say, I was dying to have him inside me.

Glen chuckled again, then slowly guided his dick inside me. I sighed in relief. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get him to move faster. He smiled at me and held still as I tried to make him move. I was almost growling at him. He was enjoying making me wait.

He sat up, still inside, lifting my hips and putting his thighs under my legs. I was almost upside down on the bed, holding on to the ropes around my arms. He started moving again, sliding in and out slowly, and his finger returned to my clit, messaging it gently.

I screamed when I came, pulling hard on the ropes, trying to press myself against him, which was impossible thanks to the position I was in. When I finally stopped shuddering, he slipped out of me, letting my hips drop back down on the bed. Then he lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and placed himself back inside. He started moving fast now, slamming his dick into me, and I cried out, already starting to orgasm again. His hands slid around my legs to grab my breasts, squeezing them almost painfully as he gave one last deep push, climaxing with me. I screamed again at the power of it, and he moaned, throwing his head back and straining against me.

My legs slid from his shoulders, and he collapsed against me, holding me in his arms. We stayed still, breathing hard, resting. Glen finally sat up, and untied my arms. He gently kissed the wrists, which were red from me pulling at the ropes. He rolled onto his side, pulling me with him, and I wrapped my arms around him. I fell asleep a few moments later, a small smile of satisfaction on my face.

Of course, when I woke up in the morning I was pretty horrified by what I’d done. So Mark I weren’t a couple. But I didn’t sleep with two guys at the same time. I looked over at Glen, still dozing in the morning light. I wanted him again, even through the guilt I felt. I quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and got the hell out of there before I could jump on him.

But I couldn’t hold out forever could I? It was only two nights later when I paid a neighborly visit to Glen, and had another wild night in Mark’s bed. Then another. The more I tried to stay away, the more I went back.

On Saturday, I walked into my house as the phone rang. I grabbed it saying a breathless hello. It was Mark.

"So, been keeping yourself occupied?" he asked with a chuckle. My stomach dropped. He knew. I was going to kill Glen.

"It’s really OK, you know. I don’t mind a bit." Mark said, still smiling. "In fact, I wouldn’t mind watching. How does that strike you?"

It left me speechless actually. I found my voice. "I don’t think so. I couldn’t do that."

"You can do anything, babe. You just have to want it enough." Mark said cryptically. I didn’t understand what he meant. "I’m flying in tonight. I think I’ll take Glen out for dinner and a movie or something. Let you think about it."

He hung up, and I stood with the phone still pressed to my ear. I had compromised so many of my principles lately, I felt that one more and I was going to lose my mind. But as I thought of fucking Glen while Mark watched, or vice-versa, I began to see that it wasn’t such a bad idea. In fact, I was starting to get turned on.

Mark got in around seven, and I heard his cycle roar into the drive next door. A little later I heard his car start and pull out. I waited an hour, then went next door, carrying a box of my own.

In Mark’s room, I set candles on every available surface and lit them. Anything but those damn black lights. I stripped out of my clothes and rubbed scented oil onto my skin. Then I put on a red lace teddy that I’d been saving for a special occasion. If there was anything more special than this, I didn’t know what it was.

I lay on the bed, waiting. They weren’t gone as long as I thought they’d be. They came into the house, and stayed downstairs for a while. I finally heard footsteps on the stairs, and watched the door. Mark stepped into the bedroom, then stopped in his tracks. Glen was right behind him.

I raised an eyebrow at them, then slid off the bed to pull the both of them into the bedroom. I kissed Mark, then Glen.

Mark was smiling broadly. "So, I see you thought about what we talked about." He looked at Glen. "Who gets to do the watching?"

"Neither," I said, sliding a hand on each chest, caressing them through their shirts. "We’re all going to play. That way it’s fair."

They both digested that for a minute, then grinning, stripped. I led them to the bed, sliding up onto the pillows, Mark on one side, Glen on the other. Immediately, Mark bent his head to my mouth, slipping his tongue inside, as Glen raised my red teddy, and put his mouth to my hardened nipple. Mark’s hand slid down to my cunt, stroking it with one finger. I arched and moaned against his mouth. Glen’s hand had found my other nipple, and was tweaking it between his fingers as his tongue played with the other one.

I slowly took a cock in each hand. They were both hard and throbbing as I stroked them, each man moaning and making soft noises. Mark finally pulled his mouth from mine, and muttered something to Glen. Mark slid down my body until his head was between my legs, his tongue dancing over my swollen clit. Glen straddled my head, running his dick over my lips, until I opened my mouth for him. I sucked the tip, biting the sensitive underside, as Mark’s tongue continued stroking my clit.

I was on the verge, my hips bucking uncontrollably, when Mark sat up and spoke to Glen again. He moved from above me, and Mark got off the bed. They positioned me on my hands and knees, Glen behind me kneeling on the bed, Mark in front standing on the floor. Glen slipped his cock inside me as I took Mark’s hard on into my mouth, sucking it as if my life depended on it.

Glen grabbed my hips, holding me still as he did all the moving, pushing hard into me. Mark had my hair, moving my head in time with Glen’s thrusts. Glen slipped one of his hands around my hip, and rubbed my clit with his fingers, still pumping, starting to moan. Mark was also making noise, as I cupped his balls with the one hand I wasn’t using to brace myself against Glen’s thrusts. With a yell, Glen came, pushing deep inside me. Seconds later, I added a muffled cry as the twitching of his dick inside me, his finger on my clit, and the sensation of Mark’s dick in my mouth all came together. Mark finally couldn’t take anymore of my eager sucking, and came in my mouth, pulling my hair painfully as he tried not to shove his cock too deep in my throat.

We collapsed on the bed, panting, and Mark and Glen each were facing me, each with a hand on a breast. We fell asleep that way, the first of many times.

That was a few months ago. I discovered something interesting that night. After having both of them at one time, I could never be satisfied with one on one anymore. It was both or nothing.

I got a call from Mark today, though. He and Glen are coming home tonight. And Mark wants to introduce me to a friend of theirs, named Paul. Mark asked me to think about it. I don’t have to. I wonder what it will be like having three men at once. Then I stop wondering. In a few hours I will find out everything I need to know.