There is a special love you feel for a first lover, a deep longing that never quite fades even as you grow apart. Thus I clung to Roberta. She was a striking brunette, tall and exquisitely shaped. In bed her beauty and softness drove me wild. Though she refused to consider anything beyond straight intercourse, she enjoyed our lovemaking, in a way that was tender rather than reckless. Now that careers had taken us to different North-eastern cities, we had settled into a weekend relationship. As the months passed, the distance weighed heavily, and the fires began to cool.

I found my head turned when I met Gayle. She was a more petite woman than Roberta, with slender shoulders, small breasts, a narrow waist and a very round bottom. She did not have Roberta’s classic lines, and she cut her hair much shorter, yet I was stirred by her sheer-femininity.

Roberta evidently felt the same need to explore other relationships. She laughingly told me about Mick, a tall-dark-and-handsome type who made no secret of the fact that he wanted my lady. I sensed that she was not just flattered by his attentions but was also very intrigued by him. And he was certainly persistent.

For a couple of years, Roberta and I had rented a beach house on Cape Cod for late-September romantic weekends. We had planned to do it again, more out of habit than enthusiasm, and the date was fast approaching. Since the place had a couple of bedrooms, it was agreed that she would bring Mick along and I would bring Gayle. On the chosen date, Gayle and I drove in my car to the Cape while Roberta and Mick set out to meet us there.

We arrived first, unloaded our luggage and strolled down to the beach. Caught up in the romantic setting, Gayle and I walked hand in hand, her sensual fingers teasing my palm. After an hour, having scarcely spoken, we returned to the house. Roberta and Mick had arrived, and I immediately felt a surge of jealousy. She was incredibly sexy, dressed to be undressed in tight white short-shorts and a clingy t-shirt. And Mick seemed always to be touching her, resting his hand affectionately on her ass or rubbing her back. But at the same time, his obvious lust for her was exciting to behold.

After we had finished dinner, Roberta announced, “I feel like dancing.” Mick put some rock music on the stereo. As they bounced around the floor together, I put my arm around Gayle’s shoulders and held her close to me. Roberta and Mick began a provocative bump and grind, Mick’s hands roaming up and down her body and Roberta responding by rubbing her ass into his crotch. His erection stood out clearly beneath his jeans. I whispered in Gayle’s ear, “Let’s go out on the porch.”

Outside it was one of those remarkably clear nights, the kind you never see in a city. It felt very natural to be there with Gayle. We could hear the music through the open window. I called inside for them to put on something slow and quiet. Gayle and I put our arms around each other and began to sway to the music. Never had she seemed so lovely and delicate. Our lips met, lightly at first, then with increasing heat, our tongues locking and dueling. It seemed to go on forever. Finally she drew back and gazed into my eyes. “Let’s make love,” she breathed hotly.

The living room was empty when we returned. Upstairs we went. The first bedroom door was ajar and the light was on. So I swung the door open-and my jaw fell as we discovered the bed already occupied. Roberta lay on her stomach, and Mick lay behind her with his tongue swabbing her bottom. Was this the same woman I had loved? Never had she expressed the slightest interest in such delicious variations.

As I stood motionless, Mick guided Roberta to her knees and placed the tip of his large cock against her puckered pink hole. Eyes closed, she rested her head on her crossed arms. Never had she looked more beautiful. As Mick entered her ass, she grimaced and bit her lip to keep from crying out. “Do you want me to stop?” I heard him ask. She shook her head, and in a moment a wide smile spread across her face as, inch by inch, he eased his hard cock into her.

Gayle, standing beside me, put her arm around me as we watched Mick slide his cock from Roberta’s ass and then ease it back in, just an inch or two at first, and then in full thrusts. Roberta lifted herself on all fours and turned her head to him; he leaned forward, and their tongues met. “They look so good together,” Gayle whispered.

Roberta reached beneath herself to fondle Mick’s balls, which made him plunge into her ass faster and harder. She groaned with ecstasy, clearly delighted to be taken this way and to be giving her man such intimate satisfaction. And Mick reciprocated by reaching around to stroke her clit. In seconds she had cried out her climax. Her arms collapsed and she lay there motionless with her lovely rump in the air, Mick buried deep inside her.

It took a minute for Roberta to regain her wits. Then she wiggled her ass, a signal for Mick to continue, and he began to fuck her rear passage again, taking his own pleasure this time with long, slow thrusts. She grunted contentedly with each penetration. Barely a minute later, Mick roared with pleasure and spewed his creamy semen into Roberta’s shapely bottom.

I was incredibly turned on by what we had witnessed, and so was Gayle. “Would you like to do that to me?” she asked softly. I grabbed her hand and led her to the other bedroom. In an instant we were out of our clothes.

Once in bed, I kissed my way down Gayle’s body until I reached her cunt. With my tongue I gently parted her lips, teasing but never touching her clit. She moaned softly, her eyes closed, letting me take control.

I worked two, then three moistened fingers into her and began moving them in and out. As she murmured soft endearments, I finally covered her hard little clit with my lips and tongued it rapidly. Gayle pulled my face hard against her, called out “Yes, just like that, just like that,” stiffened abruptly, then soared soundlessly into a rippling orgasm.

Pausing briefly to regain her senses, Gayle guided my cock into her well — lubricated cunt — “to grease it for my ass,” she said. I picked up the pace, my cock reaching deep inside her. But it was her sweet bottom that I wanted, so I pulled out of her pussy and began to massage the heavenly cheeks of her ass.

They were plumper than Roberta’s, but I found them just as beautiful when I cupped them in my hands. Gayle writhed and squirmed. When her rapid breathing told me she was ready, I eased her to her hands and knees. I rubbed my cock up and down her crack until the heat drove us both insane with lust. Gayle reached behind her to direct the head of my cock to her little hole. I applied a steady pressure, thinking for a moment that I would never fit; and then my cock-head slipped in.

“It feels so big and hard,” she murmured. “Let me have more, honey, but go slow.” I entered as slowly as I could. The sensation was extraordinary, the grip of her sphincter making me swell to new lengths. As Gayle grew used to the intrusion, her ass muscles relaxed and I slid more easily into her, until my hips rested flush against her bottom. Slowly I began to move in and out of her gripping rear passage.

Gayle looked over her shoulder. “Did you like watching what Mick did to Roberta?” she asked, knowing that we were replaying their scene. I thrust more vigorously at the recollection. Gayle, aware of the effect her words had on me, spoke again. “She must really like him. For a woman to do that, to give herself like that to a guy, she has to be especially turned on by him.”

Now I was bucking in and out. A look of deep pleasure came over Gayle’s face. By giving me this special gift, she was telling me that we belonged together, just as Roberta had demonstrated her love for Mick by giving him her ass. The switch was complete. I could finally let go of Roberta and enjoy Gayle to the fullest. I felt my orgasm welling up, and then it surged forth in great gushing waves, filling Gayle with my love.