Leila and I didn’t talk about long-range plans, but I suppose we expected to get married someday. Last year, in fact, I bought her an expensive watch as a kind of quasi-engagement present. But then we began to drift apart.

We live in different cities, and I found us speaking less often over the phone. When I visited, she and the woman with whom she shared an apartment seemed to spend an awful lot of time talking about the other men in their office. Especially one guy named Kenneth. I would ask about him, to see if there was something lurking there, but Leila always changed the subject.

I put up with this because I was still crazy about the woman. To see her, you’d know why. She’s tall, with wonderful long lines, firm breasts and exquisite legs. More than anything else, though, it’s her eyes that attract notice — wonderful, large, light-brown eyes that would melt any man.

In bed, she enjoyed the more conventional forms of sex — intercourse, in all its many happy positions — but about oral sex she was distinctly cool. When I went down on her, she seemed to enjoy it, but I never brought her to orgasm. She rarely reciprocated, claiming that she did not like the taste of a man’s semen. I thought she found the idea itself demeaning.

Although I suppose I saw it coming, I was still stunned when Leila called one day to tell me that she wanted to put our relationship on hold, to see other people, to not rush into anything permanent. I tried to be understanding, and we parted on civil terms. She even invited me to use her apartment (but not, alas, her bed) when business brought me into town.

Less than two weeks later, I suddenly found myself on a business trip in her city. Hoping to rekindle the fires, I tried calling her but got no answer. Figuring that, at worst, I’d get stuck with the couch for the night, I showed up unannounced, arriving at her place at dinnertime on a Friday evening. Her roommate, Trish, was there, getting ready to depart for the weekend. She and I had always gotten along well, and she said she was sorry that things hadn’t worked out between Leila and me. She suggested, since she was on her way out, that I sleep in her room. Then she took off.

There was no sign of Leila as the evening wore on. About ten o’clock I closed the door to Trish’s room and sacked out. Sometime later I was awakened by the sound of music and Leila’s voice coming through the wall between the bedrooms. Sound travels easily between the rooms because she and Trish share a large walk-in closet; she had often hushed me during lovemaking so we wouldn’t embarrass Trish. At first I thought she was speaking on the phone. But then I heard another voice, a man’s voice, and then laughter.

For a moment I froze. I wanted to escape, but there was no way out except directly past the door of the other bedroom. I debated announcing my presence, even making a dramatic scene; I was hurt, angry and jealous. But I was also very curious, drawn to what was happening just a few feet away between my ex-lover and the unknown man she had brought home. Scarcely daring to breathe, I inched my way into the common closet, concealing myself behind a row of clothes. I had to see.

The closet door on Leila’s side was open! — just enough for me to observe the bed. At first I couldn’t see them, but I could certainly hear her giggles and sighs. Then I heard Leila say, “Mmm, Kenneth, that feels so good.” So this was the famous Kenneth about whom she had been so reticent! He and Leila were apparently slow-dancing and making out. And then they moved together into clear view.

Kenneth was very wellbuilt and strikingly handsome. As I watched them kiss, I realized that I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. A spontaneous erection stretched my undershorts, until I freed my cock with my trembling hands.

Kenneth deftly unbuttoned Leila’s blouse and loosened her bra. Her creamy breasts bounced out, the nip stiffening under his touch. She shivered at the sensation, then drew back. “On a first date?” she chuckled. “What will you think of me in the morning?” Then she flashed him a wonderful wide smile. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and turned her back to him, inviting him to undo her skirt. In seconds her dress and panty-hose were in a heap on the floor and she stood naked before him, wearing nothing but the watch I had given her.

“Now your turn, Kenneth,” Leila announced. She removed his shirt, trousers and socks. Grand-prize time, I thought. She eased his briefs down over the huge bulge, and for a moment her eyes widened. Was it anticipation or, perhaps, fear? His cock was enormous, longer and thicker than any I’d ever seen. And it seemed to keep growing as Leila gently stroked its length.

She led Kenneth by the hand to the side of the bed, sat down and began to lick and suck his cock. I had always had to beg for this. After a while Leila stopped and looked up. Sorry, Kenneth, I thought, that’s as far as this lady goes. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. “You taste so good,” she said in a husky voice. “There’s something special I’d like to try with you.”

With that she pulled him onto the bed. She lay on her back, two pillows behind her head, and guided him up so he straddled her chest. She had always complained that this position made her feel too submissive. Now she seemed utterly at ease, pressed into the bed, pulling Kenneth’s swollen organ into her eager mouth. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t control my hands as I stroked myself into a silent frenzy.

Kenneth began to sense her sucking rhythm and moved his hips back and forth. He was fucking her mouth now, three or four inches of his cock disappearing with each thrust. She reached around to contain him, grabbing the cheeks of his ass with both hands. I was mesmerized by the scene. And then he groaned loudly, bucking forward once, twice, several times, unleashing the spurts of cream into her mouth. She held him in, swallowing desperately, but no one could handle such a torrent. A thin stream of come dribbled from one corner of her mouth. She smiled wickedly at him and wiped the excess back into her mouth. He collapsed beside her on the bed, kissing her deeply. “You are incredible, baby,” he exhaled.

I was past the point of no return — I needed to get off right away. I eased myself into Trish’s room and jerked off on the bed, the vision of Leila going down on Kenneth’s giant cock etched forever into my consciousness. Then back in the closet I crept.

Now Kenneth’s head was down between Leila’s legs. She lay writhing on her back, tossing her head from side to side, her hands gripping the sheets. She was breathing rapidly, murmuring, “Please, oh, please!” Suddenly she stiffened and cried out loudly. For a few moments she was completely still, then, inviting Kenneth to rest on top of her, she kissed his ear softly and said, “This has been my night of firsts. What could be next?” I knew as well as he.

Kenneth was hard again by now. He pulled himself to his knees, his hand on his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you, babe. If we take it slow, I think this’ll be a ride we’ll both remember.” Leila gave him another million-dollar smile.

Kenneth spread her legs and pressed the tip of his massive cock against her pussy lips. She opened for him as he entered ever so slowly, an inch at a time. I heard her gasp, then beckon him deeper into her delicious tightness. They both laughed when he had his giant cock fully in her, his balls resting against her ass. “Wow, I’ve never felt anything like this,” she exclaimed. Then she pulled his head closer so their lips could meet.

Kenneth began to work his cock in and out in long, slow strokes. He bent to caress Leila’s nipple with his tongue, and she lifted her breast to him, her hand cupped beneath it. He swept his tongue around the nipple in circles, bringing it to a stiff point, then sucked her breast into his mouth with gusto. Leila moaned. Her hips strained against him. Finally, as he bit harder on her nipple, she exploded, crying out in ecstasy. What a scene!

For a few moments she held him against her chest. Then, regaining her senses, she began urging him on, running her hands up and down the length of his powerful arms. Then I saw her rub her watch teasingly across his back, the thin metal band leaving scratch marks on his skin, the light sparkling off the crystal. “You like that, don’t you?” she said with a mischievous grin. Kenneth groaned with pleasure. You’re damn right he likes it, I thought, and I do, too. By this time I was rock-hard again myself.

At last Kenneth could bear it no longer. He lifted Leila’s legs onto his broad shoulders and resumed the deep thrusting. Leila took a long look at her watch. “I’ve never known any man who could stay hard so long.” She reached beneath him, playing with his balls, and Kenneth fucked her even more wildly. The bed shook beneath them.

Finally Leila inserted her finger in his ass and pleaded, “Now, darling, now. Come inside me!” With that, Kenneth gave a great final thrust, his deep, guttural cry filling the room. Leila grasped his sides and rode through his orgasm, sharing his release, his triumph. He fell into her arms, completely spent.

I was spent myself, for I had been unable to contain myself during Kenneth’s last moments of passion and had come in the closet, catching my own flood in my hand. Weak, I escaped back to Trish’s bed. Watching Leila making love to another man had stirred passions in me I had never known before.

A few months later, Leila called out of the blue. She said that she had missed me and that she had realized that she was in love with me. Yes, she admitted, she had tried out the field, but she wanted us to patch things up. And so, before long, we were humming along, making plans to be together forever. Our sex is much better — the old inhibitions seem miraculously to have vanished!