THE AGREEMENT





	The agreement was that Hope would meet John on the ground level of the apartment building at the elevator bank.  They would rise together in the elevator to Hope and Tom's apartment on the eighth floor.  

	The agreement was that for Hope and Tom's 10th anniversary, Hope would grant Tom's ultimate wish--to watch another man fuck Hope while Tom watched.

	Hope nervously paced the ground floor, waiting for John, wondering if she would regret her 

agreement with Tom.  She loved Tom and wanted very much to please him, but she had never shared her

body with another since their marriage and worried about the consequences for their marriage.  

	Still, after much discussion and mutual reassurances, both Hope and Tom had begun to feel an

an unequaled sense of anticipation.....of excitement.  Now they had only to hope the careful selection of 

Tom as a partner would not be regretted.

	Hope turned as she heard slow, solid footsteps approach behind her.  She looked up into John's

smiling face, his eyes dancing with light.  

	"You sure you want this?" he said as he brushed her hair from her face.

	"An agreement is an agreement," Hope smiled as she pressed the elevator signal "UP".



	

	Hope's heartbeat began to quicken as she pressed the elevator button for the eighth floor.  

She quickly wiped away a narrow line of sweat upon her upper lip and hoped John would not notice

as the elevator began to rise.

	John smiled and Hope felt drawn to the lively crinkles around his eyes as he did so.  John was 

well built, at least eight inches taller than Hope and she wondered if he liked short women.  She asked him his feelings and John responded, "You're not short.  You're petite." 

	 He smiled again and reached across the elevator to pull her closer to him.  His hands caressed her breasts and suddenly his hands grasped her waist, lifting her and bracing her against the elevator wall as he pressed his body against her.  As John's mouth covered her lips, his tongue darting back and forth,  Hope felt his hardened dick shove into her crotch.  She gasped for breath as the elevator door opened and

John lowered her to the floor.  

	Hope's legs felt weak and John caught her arm to help her from the elevator.  He again smiled, 

as if knowing every thought in her mind.....as if knowing Hope felt frightened but already very turned-on.



	Hope opened the apartment door to a darkened room.  As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Hope

reviewed the agreement in her mind.  Tom would wait in the spare bedroom until Hope's signal for him  to enter the master bedroom.  She felt nervous as she took John's hand and led him into the bedroom.  John accepted a glass of wine, sipped it, keeping his eyes constantly upon Hope.

	Hope sipped her wine, swallowing its sweet/bitter taste, gazing at John and wondering what

the hell to do next.  John lifted that burden as easily as he had lifted her in the elevator.  He lowered his

wine glass to the nightstand with a "ting", reached for Hope's glass, lowered it in the same manner, and stared deeply into her eyes as he began unbuttoning her blouse.  "It's going to be okay, you know," he said.

	With amazing ease, John unhooked Hope's bra and dropped both blouse and bra to the floor.

He lowered his head, taking her nipple and part of her breast into his mouth, gently sucking as he pro-

ceeded to unzip her slacks.  John sucked more urgently at Hope, then stopped and bent to ease her slacks over each foot.  He gently pressed Hope back upon the bed and ran his tongue along her panty line, kneading her thighs with his strong hands until she moaned.

	Hope was tempted to lose herself to the sensations she was experiencing but realized it was time to proceed with the agreement.  She quietly called Tom's name, hoping that her voice was strong enough 

for him to hear her.  As she began to think something was wrong, Tom soundlessly entered the room and

eased himself into a chair across from the bed.  Hope dazedly looked at Tom; he was dressed only in the jeans she always loved watching his ass move within.

	Hope and Tom smiled at each other while John continued to kiss and lick Hope's increasingly 

hot skin.   Tom nodded his consent at the question in Hope's eyes.  "Enjoy yourself," he said.  "I want you to get off.  That's what this is all about."  

	John diplomatically deaftened himself and increased his exploration of Hope's body.   He lifted

Hope's hips, pulling her panties down her legs and letting them fall upon the floor.  The mere brushing of the fabric against her legs seemed to accentuate Hope's physical sensitivity.  

	"I want to eat you," John whispered as he lowered his face into Hope's pussy.  "I love the way

you shaved yourself.  I'll bet you're really wet," he said as he thrust his tongue inside her.  

	Hope gasped as John pulled her lips apart and sucked her clit.  John's moustache abrased the

tip of her clit until Hope thought she would climax immediately.  Her breathing increased and she became

even more lightheaded.   Suddenly she felt guilty and wondered if this intense pleasure might be beyond the terms of the agreement.

	Hope quickly pushed John's head away, breathing, "I don't want to come yet."  John looked quizzically at her but nodded.  He resumed gently tongueing her, darting in and out, then teasing her with a circular motion, then arousing her with long, hot, lapping motions.

	Hope's eyes repeatedly fluttered open and closed, wavering from John to Tom and from Tom to

John.  How do they feel? she wondered as John reached under her and pulled her hips up off of the bed 

and closer to his face.  He slowly curled her legs and buttocks toward her head and his hot tongue licked, then entered her asshole.  Hope gasped and looked to see if Tom would be upset.  Instead, she found that Tom had removed his jeans and was intently watching while he stroked his penis.  

	In her mind, Hope floated in immense pleasure and began to wonder what it would feel like to 

touch John.  She rolled over on her side, reached for him and grasped his thick shaft in one fist.  Its tip was wet with excitement and Hope licked it off, pleased with the evidence of John's arousal.  She ran her

tongue around the head of his penis, then gently sucked along its length until its entire length filled her

throat.  Hope again looked at Tom for approval, receiving it with the flushed and eager look upon his face. 

	Hope continued to suck John's dick as he grew larger and thicker.  She wrapped finger and thumb around the base of his shaft to help him prolong his pleasure.  John raised Hope's face in his hands, looked into her eyes and said, "I want to fuck you now."  

	John allowed Hope to lower him on his back upon the bed.  She sucked him as he twisted to the side to finger-fuck her.  Hope could no longer wait---she pulled away from John's hand and climbed upon him, lowering herself slowly at first.  John whispered, "You're unbelievably tight," as Hope thrust herself

rapidly downward.  John's arms locked around her back, then his hands lifted her hair from her sweaty 

neck, and his tongue licked the salt away.  Hope lowered her body until her nipples brushed against John's gleaming chest.  As if on cue, John's hands grasped Hope's breasts, squeezing tight until she thought she would cry out.  

	Hope continued to ride back and forth upon John until he said, "Sit up so I can look at you."

Hope sat upright and began to pump herself violently up and down until her climax was finally inevitable.  

She whispered, "I can't wait any longer.  Can you come with me?"  John's verbal answer was too late a response......he drove himself up into Hope with a force that stabbed him against the very top of her and both Hope and John exploded with an urgency neither had ever experienced before.

	

	As Hope lay in John's arms, listening to the pace of his heart gradually slow, she sensed a presence at the bedside.  She groggily lifted her head to see Tom standing with his hardened dick dripping

on the sheets.  "It's my turn now," he said.  Hope searched for anger or pain in his voice, and finding none, turned over on her back.  John slid off the other side of the bed and quietly moved over to the chair.

 

 	Hope licked Tom's dripping dick and smiled gently, inviting him into the bed.  Tom lowered

himself to one knee, turned Hope over onto her stomach and slapped her ass with one sharp smack.  "You're a very bad girl," he said playfully.  "You're a dirty girl and you need to be cleaned up."  With

that Tom stretched across the bed on his back, pulling Hope up over him until her pussy was aligned 

with hismouth.  Slowly, slowly, John's cum began to drip into Tom's mouth.  He swallowed and began

to lick Hope's lips and clit, tasting the musky juices produced by Hope and John's coupling.



	Hope leaned forward, thrusting her tongue into Tom's mouth, tasting with him the multitude of mingling juices as their tongues intertwined.  Hope raised upright and, locking eyes with Tom, slowly

drizzled spit into his mouth, lunging forward to lick off the excess. 



	Tom quickly moved Hope to his side, her face pressed against the mattress.  He squatted between

her legs, pulling them apart and thrusting his tongue into her asshole.  "You're not quite ready yet," he

said and he spat upon his forefinger and gently urged her asshole wider.  As Hope began to relax, Tom

inserted another finger, then another, until he could ease the head of his dick into her.  Hope moaned

and lifted her buttocks slightly until the angle of Tom's dick was just right.  Tom signaled to John to 

join them and, foregoing the agreement, both began to touch Hope simultaneously.  



	Tom raised Hope backwards by her shoulders while John slid under her, his legs spread wide

to accommodate Hope's hips.  John surprised Hope by driving his dick up into her quickly.  Hope began

to feel some panic at first, with two dicks inside her at the same time.  Tom immediately sensed her

fear and began to stroke her back slowly, comforting her with loving and encouraging  words until she began to calm.  Gradually, Hope began to move slowly with both men while Tom held her hips and

John held her waist.  Their motion began to quicken as glistening dicks moved in and out, in and out of

Hope's receiving holes.  



	It again came as a surprise when Hope climaxed first.  She had always thought of such an experience as likely to be unpleasant.  It had therefore never been part of the agreement.  Strangely, however, Hope felt a satisfaction and completion she had never imagined.  The sensation of both men 

moving inside of her in tandem launched an orgasmic explosion none of them had anticipated.   



	Bodies eventually tumbled out of the bed.  As Tom showered, Hope escorted John to the door.  

They gave each other a deep good-night kiss.  Warm hugs and nuzzles and sleeply, peaceful smiles

were exchanged.



	Then Hope slowly walked back down the hall to the bedroom, dripping cum from both holes as she walked.  



	And after Tom cleaned her up tonight, she would sleep a lovely sleep.  That, after all, was part of the agreement.