0 comments/ 56540 views/ 8 favorites A Dream Come True Ch. 01 By: searic Arriving at the hotel you had selected after a not-unpleasant drive up, I had plenty of time to obey my instructions. Carefully unpacking, I hung up and put in drawers my few vanilla clothes and all the sissy things you had selected for me to bring. How relieved I was to find myself able to be prepared and in position in advance of the time you had set for your arrival. Thus, I was facing the door, on my knees, with my eyes on the floor twenty minutes before the time you had chosen to arrive. How excited I was and how anxious! Indeed, the uncertainly itself was powerfully exciting: would I please you? Would we enjoy the time? Could this be the beginning of something special? My heart was pounding in time with my hopes. While not physically aroused, I was emotionally, and I consciously went to my body, to physical sensations, since my tendency was to stay too much in my head. I felt the smooth feel of the thigh-highs I wore on my legs and the taut straps of my garter belt. You had allowed me to choose the style of panties, and so I was in my favorites--bikinis, and my cock and balls began to stir inside them. My feet were shod in strappy heels, the kind that were a pain to walk in but that helped me feel like the cross-dressed male I so wanted to be for you--a surrendered and "silly little sissy." You had made clear that you enjoyed a man who, while not seeking to become a woman, sought the humiliation and release of dressing as one and submitting his masculinity to you as Domina. Make-up was minimal. You were willing and I was delighted to allow you to help me better learn the art of cosmetics. Therefore, I wore only blusher and lipstick, the latter in a hot pink color that recognized my sluttiness and sissy submission. On my head was my favorite wig--a dark brown pageboy that I enjoyed in part because it allowed me opportunities to shake the bangs away from my face in an embarrassingly girlish way. The focus on sensation had raised a full erection in my panties, and I glanced up to see the time--almost 4:00, your arrival time! I wondered how long you would make me wait. Suddenly I heard the sound of the doorknob turning and the door, which I had left unlocked, opening! My heart was in my throat, and my cock moved in my panties. Despite my highly aroused state, a part of my mind noted that you were exactly on time, and that confirmed again that you were a Domina who respected a submissive and treated him as she expected him to treat her--with absolute fidelity to promises and respect as a human being. What strange forms D/s can take--I wanting to be humiliated and painfully disciplined but only in the context of caring and respect! My eyes stayed locked on the carpet directly in front of me as I heard the sounds of your entering the room and closing the door. Into my sight moved a pair of open-toed, heeled sandals and--oh, my!--pretty polished toenails. I could see the bottoms of your jeans, and the subtle, exciting scent of your perfume became present. At first you said nothing, and after a moment, your feet moved out of my sight, and I sensed that you were walking casually around my kneeling figure, taking your time and intensifying the tension that engulfed me.Finally you spoke, and I heard the warm, husky contralto that, before, had only come over the telephone: "I am pleased, little one." My heart (and my cock!) leaped, and I luxuriated in the delight of having pleased you. There was nothing you could have said that would have brought me more joy than this confirmation of having initially earned your approval. "You are an obedient one," you continued, and all my efforts to be exactly where, when, and how you had directed were rewarded. "Yes, Lady," I quietly acknowledged. "I am glad to have pleased you." "Hmmmm," your warm chuckle sounded, "you will have many future opportunities to do that." "Thank you, Lady" was the only response appropriate to such a promise. You slowly returned to a position in front of me, and again I had a view of your pretty toes. You placed one foot gently on my head and pressed it down to your other foot, speaking a single word, "Kiss." Instantly, and with a little moan of utter delight I touched my lips to your toes. Again and again I kissed their beauty and nearly swooned in the intoxication of being here, in your presence, your submissive, allowed to serve you and kissing your toes. I thought I heard a slight intake of breath on your part, but when you spoke, your voice was firm, with a hint of pleased amusement. "Yes, you do like feet, don't you?" "Oh, yes, Lady!" There could be little doubt of my sincerity. Suddenly your hand had gripped my chin and tilted my face up to meet your gaze. How lovely and commanding you were! I could have drowned in your eyes. "Good little foot slut," you smilingly approved. "Now, come!" I followed on hands and knees as you walked across the room and seated yourself on the edge of the nearer of the two beds. "Stand up, I want to look at you." I was proud as I stood before you, but I also felt the surge of embarrassment and humiliation as I felt your gaze upon me--dressed only in panties, hose, and heels, with a cute pageboy hair, and lipstick and blusher on my face. "You are such a pretty little sissy," you said, smiling but I could tell approving, too. "I want to be pretty for you, Lady." "And you are, and you shall be. I will help you be the prettiest little sissy you can imagine. And," you went on with a look of lust in your eyes, "you will be my little slut, too. Won't you?" The last words were sharp and demanded an answer. "Oh, yes, Lady! I want to be your slut!" The words had a life and reality of their own. "And what else, slut?" you demanded, "What else do you want to be." I paused, but when I spoke the words poured forth with a force and emphasis that showed they came from deep within me, "Your whore, Lady. I want to be your whore! I need it, I need it so much! Please, please make me your whore!" I knelt automatically, and my lips found your feet again. I felt your hand gently on my hair, stoking and touching. "Yes, I know you do. I understand." And I knew you did, and it was wonderful. Gently, you drew me up so that I stood directly in front of you. "Pull your panties down, my little slut," you directed, and I did so. My cock swayed in a semi-erect state, and I blushed hotly at being displayed in front of you with my panties halfway down my thighs. "You know what that is, don't you?" you asked teasingly. "No, Lady," I answered, unsure of what response you wished. "Why that's my cock," you said with a grin. "Say it." "That's your cock," I humbly repeated. "Never forget that, sissy," you spoke more seriously. "That belongs to me, and I can do anything I want with it, little slut." "Yes, Lady," I answered, and 'your cock' moved in the excitement of the control you were asserting. "For instance, if I want, I can do this," and you slapped my cock, hard, with your open palm. A little cry of pain escaped me as the penis took the force of the slap. "Thank me for that," you quickly ordered, and just as quickly I replied. "Thank you, Lady, for slapping your cock and teaching me that it belongs to you." "You're welcome, dear," you replied with approval. "And these are mine, too." You took my balls in the palm of your hand. "Aren't they?" "Yes, Lady!" I instantly replied. "Ummmmm, yessssssss," you murmured, "I have many plans for your little cock and those silly balls." "Thank you, Lady." You were overwhelmingly exciting. I actually swayed a bit on my feet from the excitement and anticipation I felt. A Dream Come True Ch. 01 It was early one Saturday morning, the sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains. My husband rolls over and grabs the blindfold from under the bed. I wake up as he places it over my eyes. "Good morning baby. Sleep well?" He asked. "Yes. What are you doing?" "Just lay back and relax. Don't worry about anything." Once the blindfold is in place he kisses me very gently on the lips then down my neck. He reaches to the sides of the bed where we keep the satin ropes tied (just in case!!). He ties my hands and feet to the bed so that I can not move. With the blindfold in place and my limbs tied securely, he moves to the closet where we keep our toys. I know that something is going on as he keeps his distance from the bed. We have talked and teased about a day like this, but it couldn't actually be coming true? I listen as he moves through the house. I hear ice, coffee, and then footsteps. My body is responding well to just the thought that this dream might actually be coming true. When he enters the bedroom again, I hear some movement that I can't identify. Finally he moves back to the bed. My tits are fully aroused and my pussy is dripping with anticipation at the events that my mind has been reeling over for the past few minutes. As he grabs my tits he says, "just a little excited aren't we?" Then he squeezes the right nipple between his fingers and lifts it into the air. I let out a slight moan as he lowers his mouth to the left nipple and grabs it between his teeth. The pulls on both nipples at the same time and I arch my back and pull at the restraints holding my hands. As he continues to massage my tits with his mouth and hands I notice that he is keeping the rest of his body away from mine. The only parts of his body that are touching me are his hands and mouth. Then he moves his free hand down to my shaven pussy. As he crosses my clit he pauses just a bit to massage it, just enough to drive me crazy. Then his fingers venture further south to my dripping cunt. As he slid on finger easily in I gasped at the pleasure from this simple move that I had experienced so many times before, but every time it felt wonderful and new. He moves his finger in and out just a couple of times then pulls it out all together. I hear him opening the box of toys, then I hear the ice. I moan and a shudder runs through my body as he runs the ice around my nipples and over my breasts. Then he moves the ice right on top of one nipple and lets it sit for a few seconds. As soon as he removes the ice, his mouth replaces it. I gasp and then moan as I realize that as the ice was caressing my chest, he was taking a sip of coffee. The change from cold to warm shocks my nipple and sends a wave of pleasure through out my body. He repeats this game with the other nipple and goes back and forth several times. My body is pulsating and I am moaning loudly, wanting and begging for more. He guides the ice down my body and toward my pussy. Once again as he reaches my clit, he pauses and lets the small amount of ice finish its melting. As he is grabbing another ice cube he grabs my nipple in his teeth again and pulls hard. I pull at the restraints again trying to release some of the pressure that is building inside my body. The next ice cube starts at my clit and he massages it slowly with the ice. Then as the ice moves further south, his mouth moves in and attaches to my clit. One again he has made his mouth warm from coffee and the shock sends waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. As he pushes the ice inside of my dripping cunt, his teeth latch onto my clit and he pulls back just a little. After another drink of coffee, he pushes two fingers inside of me to massage my g- spot and the inside of my pussy as he sucks and nibbles at my bulging clit. I scream and shudder as I approach my first climax and it takes over my body. To be continued... * If you like this story and would like me to continue it, please let me know. This is my first attempt at a story and I am very interested in what people think. A Dream Come True Ch. 01 This story is about how I got to make my biggest dream come true. I was at that time visiting India on my vacation. During one of those days I was traveling from Cochin to Ooty. When I was close to reaching Ooty it was getting dark and I saw an accident and it looked liked a hit and run. I stopped the car and saw a man injured in the back seat. It looked like it just happened and the man was bleeding badly. I immediately put in him in my car and took him to the hospital. I left my information at the hospital and left. After a few days I get a call and the guy on the other end wanted to meet me. We decided to meet at the Taj Residency at Cochin where he was staying. When I met him, I got to know he was the same man I saved a few days back. He was recovering and then later I found out he was actually one of the Mafia heads but at the same time he was also politically and a business vise placed well. He thanked me and asked me for anything I want and he will make it happen. I told him I don't need anything, just then a girl came into the room with some beers. I was shocked when I realized it was none other than Jayapradha, the actress-turned politician. She served us the beer and sat near the guy I am going to call M. I asked M how come she is here, and if I am interrupting anything. M told me these are the spoils of being rich and powerful and that he has lots of connections in a film world and many film personalities are indebted to him. At that time I had a thought and blurted out, "M, can you arrange something for me too like this. I always wanted to see how it would be." He sent Jaya in and asked what I wanted. I told him I would be frank with him and that I always wanted to fuck some celebrity. He asked whom I had in mind. I was a little apprehensive but I blurted out Kavya Madhavan, Navya Nair and Ramyakrishnan were some I would die to be with. He looked at me and laughed. I thought he was making fun of me and I felt like an idiot. At my discomfort M said "don't worry I am not laughing at you but just that it so little I ask." I told him with a smile will it makes more if I say I want them all at the same time. He started laughing like anything and I felt relaxed. We parted and M told me he would soon call me. After a couple of days I got a call from M and he asked me to arrive at this guest house away from the Cochin and that my dream is going to come true. I could not wait and immediately left and reach the guest house around evening as directed. There was a watchman who welcomed me and took my things to my room. I asked him if anyone else was here and he told me no. After half hour I heard a car approaching the guest house and I came out and saw the women of my dream Ramya. She looked at me and asked her driver to go and that she will call him when required. Ramya came in and shook my hand and asked me if I was V. I told her yes and she smiled and hugged me. I asked her to come inside and we sat on the couch. Ramya asked if there was anyone else here or just me. I told her I am expecting two other people and not sure when they will be here. We had some beer and started talking, I was just sitting there and taking in her beauty. I still could not believe that my dream was coming true. At that time I got a call from M checking if everything was fine and that Navya and Kavya are running a little late and will not be there before morning. After the call ended I did not know how to break the ice with Ramya. She was wearing a saree showing her midriff and I could clearly see her side view off boobs and her white tummy. I was so turned on and was getting more and more impatient. I came near her and Ramya looked at me to say something. I did not give her any chance but just grabbed her hands and pulled her off the couch and led her to the bedroom. Once Inside I closed the door and turned to see Ramya standing in the middle of the room. I went near her and stood really close to her and looked into her eyes. She was looking at me with those beautiful eyes and her lips just parted a little. I did not know what to say but I knew what I wanted. I brought my hands to face and held her face in my hands and pulled her toward me. I brought my lips to her lips and kissed lightly on her lips. She just stood still and I got more impatient and this time I bit lightly on her lips. This seems to shake her and she put her arms around me and ran her hands through my hair and kissed me back. I had my hands in her hair and I kissed her with more passion. We were kissing like two lovers madly in love and during all this time I had my hands running all over back and other hand still in her hair holding her still. I kissed her lips and pushed my tongue in her mouth and sucked on her tongue. I moved my lips away from her lips and kissed all over her face from her cheeks to her nose to her chin. In between I would lick her face making it wet and kiss her lips again. All this moment I had one in her hair caressing the back of head and the other hand caressing her back exposed by her blouse. I then turned her around and held her from behind and kissed her neck and ear and pushed my tongue in her ear. I was grinding my dick on her ass while my hands went inside her saree in the front and touched her belly. I was poking her navel with my finger and rubbing and pinching her tummy. I moved my hands up and brought both hands to her boobs confined in her blouse. At first I pressed them lightly feeling there softness and then I got turned on by there softness and pressed harder finding her nipples through her blouse. All this time I was kissing her neck and cheeks from the side and Ramya moved her hand in between us and touched my dick through my pants. I brought my hand to her shoulders and pushed her saree down. Now she was standing there in her blouse and after I undid her saree in just her petticoat. I embraced her and pulled her towards me and this time I pressed her boobs harder. I brought my hands to the top of her blouse where her cleavage started and ripped her blouse open. She was shocked by that action and I could see her eyes widening. She was wearing a pink lace bra and her nipples were visible through them as they were hard now. Next I went for her knot holding her petticoat and undid it. RamyaKrishna was standing in the center of the room in just her panty and bra. I turned her around now and rolled her bra strap down and her boobs came out of there confinement. The nipples were big and hard and I rolled them in between my fingers. I latched my mouth to them and pinched the other nipple alternatively. I was sucking and flicking her nipples with my tongue. I heard Ramya moaning and pressing my head more to her chest. I moved my hands down to her back and grabbed her ass. The ass that has made so many wild in all her songs. I could not believe I was standing there sucking on Ramya Krishna's boobs and kneading her ass cheeks. I could not control any longer and pushed her to the bed and she fell on her back. I went near her and seeing her legs parted just a little, pushed them more and kissed her pussy. I first licked her pussy lips through the panty and then I moved it to the side and pushed my tongue in all the way. She arched her back at the sudden intrusion. Her pussy was clean shaven with just a hint of hair at the starting of her lips. I pushed my tongue and finger in her alternatively and started licking her clit. It was aroused and I could clearly see it. I took it in my mouth and flicked with tongue and this was driving Ramya crazy and bucked her hips. I held her down and tongue fuck her pussy for some time and in between push a finger in also. I was alternatively sucking on her clit, and she was making my face with her juices. She was screaming and had her hands at the back of my head pulling it into her. When I felt she was almost there and about to come in my mouth I stopped. Ramya pleaded " Please don't stop now make me cum". That is all I wanted to hear and drove my tongue and finger in at the same time and she came all over my mouth. I went up near her face and she was looking all flushed and breathing heavily. I kissed her and she could taste herself on me and started kissing and licking my face. Contd. A Dream Come True Ch. 01 Let me preface this story by giving a special thanks to the volunteer editor, CambriaRose. All individuals in this story are real, although I have changed the name to protect the innocent, all event happened pretty much like how I am about to tell them, although I may embellish just a bit to keep things interesting. I hope you enjoy this story. Cheers to all. My lovely wife, Beth, and I have been married for nearly twenty years. We are both now in our early forties. When I first met Beth, she was a hundred pounds soaking wet, five foot four, with jet black shoulder length hair. She had smooth olive tone skin which came from her Asian and Native American heritage, an odd mixture - but stunning all the same. Her eyes were big and brown. She was petite, yet had a somewhat athletic build. She had a beautiful round ass, although Beth believed it to be too big. I loved it because it gave me something to hold on to. Her legs are short but shapely, no doubt an Asian trait, and a pair of the most perfect 34C tits I ever laid my eyes on. The nipples on her tits, one of my favorite parts of her, were big pinkish-brown bulls-eyes, which were always sensitive to the touch. Beth simply loved it when I played with her tits. After our child was born, Beth put on a few pounds, to make her around a hundred and twenty five pounds. Her butt grew a tad, and her boobs had grown enough to make her a perfect 36C. She was insistence that she would someday return to her former shape, I insisted I loved her just the way she is. When we first started going out it seemed Beth could never get enough sex, in other words, she loved to fuck. I didn't know if it's her Asian blood, Native American blood, or a combination of both, I could have sworn she was part rabbit. She was relentless, morning, noon and sometimes in the middle of the night Beth wanted sex. I do recall on several occasions being awakened with a raging hard-on because Beth was giving me a blow-job. At the time, even though I was a young man in his early twenties, I thought she would wear me out. Like a trooper I hung in there and did my manly duty. As for our sex lives now, I would say that we average two or three times a week, nothing over the top just typical sex. Enough, I thought, to keep us both happy. As for me, Ryan, I was five eleven, about a hundred and ninety-five pounds, with brown hair and blue eyes. I had a somewhat athletic build. In my earlier years, I was big-time into body building, not competitively, but I was in the gym 6 days a week. There are several reasons why Beth was attracted to me I think; First, I was in pretty good shape when we met. Beth always told me she loved my wash-board abs, though over the last twenty years, those abs are now long gone. Second, were my blue eyes. Ever since high-school, I had a knack for looking into a girl's eyes and get them to blush. Thirdly, was my innocent, boyish charm. I think Beth liked this about me because from what I have gathered over the years, all of her past boyfriends have been somewhat of the bad-boy type. It all began in the summer of 1995, we had been married three years, and I thought things we going pretty good. I had a full time job working fifty or so hours a week. Beth was a stay at home mom with our first child, who at the time was a year and a half old. We were able to make payments on the old farm house we had just bought; we had two cars, and a few miscellaneous toys. You get the picture, white picket fence and such, a typical middle class American family. It was a warm summer weekend and we were both out in the backyard doing the standard yard work stuff; I was mowing the lawn, weed whacking and trimming the bushes, while Beth was watching our son in the kiddy pool and pulling a few weeds from her flowerbeds. Every once and a while, I would take a break to steal a quick glance at Beth as she worked bent over in the flowerbeds. Beth had her hair up in a pony-tail, she wore a pair of her tight fitting, light yellow shorts that hugged that pretty little tight butt of hers, and loose fitting white cotton top without a bra. Beth hates wearing bras, even when we would go out for the evening; she would wear one, but complained incessantly about it. She said it made her feel confined, especially since her boobs had grown after she had our child. Unbeknown to Beth, when she leaned over just right in the garden, I could take a peek at those luscious tits swaying back and forth under her shirt. I could see traces of perspiration glistening off those perfect mounds making the view that much more enticing. There we were, enjoying the wonderful day when I heard a car come rumbling up the gravel driveway. I looked up and saw an old blue Chevy Van coming to a stop. The driver-side door opened up and out popped Jack. Jack was one of Beth's old flames from way back, just after high-school as I understand it. I had met him a few times before; he was likable and nice enough guy I suppose. Even though Jack was not my cup of tea because he tended to come off rather brash most of the time, we had always gotten along just fine. Jack came strolling up the pathway sporting a pair of sunglasses, jean shorts, white t-shirt, and sandals. He was unshaven, had a Bud-Light in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I think he looked the same every time I had seen him. He walked up to me shook my hand. "How have you been, Ryan? Long time, no see. Is Beth anywhere around today?" "I'm doing fine." I responded and pointed over to Beth, who was still hard at work in the garden. Beth glanced over at Jack. "I'll be right over, give me a minute." She got up, brushed the dirt from her hands and knees, checked on junior, and then came over to where we stood. As she was walking over I couldn't help but notice how her white blouse clung to her tits, as they gently swayed to the rhythm of her sultry steps. I noticed some perspiration shining on her chest just above her top. Small droplets started to drip down her cleavage, what a sight to behold that was. "Hi Jack, what are you doing here?" Beth asked, as she wiped a few drops of sweat from her forehead. "I am just moving back to town, I have been down south for several years and it's time to come back home. There is not much work down there these days." Jack replied. From what I recalled, Jack was never one to hold on to a job for too long anyway. He was always moving from place to place getting odd jobs here and there. Beth got up on her tippy-toes to give Jack a hug and a kiss on his cheek; this is the greeting Beth gives all of her male friends. Jack is about six foot two or so perhaps even six-three, so for Beth it was quite a stretch to reach him. As Jack bent over to receive his 'welcome kiss', there was with little doubt that he was getting the same view of Beth's boobs that I had earlier, perhaps it was even better being that he is a tall man. When Jack returned Beth's hug, he instinctively put one hand on the small of her back and pulled her a little closer. He must have squeezed her just a bit too hard, because Beth let out a little gush of air from her lungs. Chuckling, Jack apologized. He released Beth, who backed away, looking a bit pale and flush in the face. I noticed her nipples had started to harden; they were both becoming clearly visible through her light cotton top. No doubt this was from the close contact with Jack. Jack must have noticed the same thing. As Beth backed away, she looked at me then at Jack, and then looked where we were both staring. "Stop it, you two. Christ, they are only tits, it's not like both of you haven't seen mine before. " Beth proceeded to tell us that she had to go in, put junior down for a nap, and get cleaned up. "So keep your selves busy, quietly, and stay out of trouble." So off she went. Like I said, it was a warm summer day, so I took off my shirt and washed up under the garden hose. Taking my queue, Jack did the same. We both dried off, and headed into the house where grabbed a few beers from the fridge, sat at the kitchen table cooling down under the ceiling fan, and shot the shit. "Damn, I need to get air conditioning in this old farm house one of these days." The heat didn't seem to bother Jack much, maybe it was because he had spent the last few years down south and he became acclimated to this type of weather. When Beth came strolling into the kitchen, she looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was wet and put up in a ponytail. She wore an old t-shirt of mine, and clean baggy cotton shorts. And I do mean super short, she must have been trying to show off her summer tan that came so naturally because of her olive skin. "I thought I told you two to be quiet. Someone is sleeping and God help you if you wake him," She stated. "Why are you two shirtless anyway, go put your shirts on." I told Beth that we had not wanted to come into the house all grimy and sweaty, so we washed up outside and had used our shirts for towels. Jack chimed in, "Yeah, it's too warm for shirts anyway and it's not like you haven't seen both of our bare chest's before". Obviously Jack was being a little sarcastic, "Besides, you can take yours off too if you're too warm, we won't mind. It's like you said Beth, they're only tits and it's not like we haven't seen yours before." This last comment was pretty bold, even for Jack; it must have been the few beers we already had polished off. Beth took it all in stride; she just gave us both a sly smirk. "In your dreams boys." Was her only quip back at Jack, and asked if I could get her something to drink. I got up and retrieved Beth one of those fruity girly wine-cooler things from the refrigerator. I opened it and handed it to her. After a few more beers, wine-coolers and some idle chit-chat, the conversions began to have some sexual overtone. This always seems to be the case when you give Beth a few alcoholic beverages and mix it with some male companionship, she really becomes quite flirtatious. I believe Beth really has no bad intentions; she just loves when men pay attention to her. On the opposite side, make no qualms about it, most men love giving her the attention she craves. "So Jack" Beth inquired, "how long Jack have you been back in town and what have you been up to"? "Oh must be a few months now, I think" Jack replied. "Let's see, I left home in late February and its June twelfth... yep, four months and three days to be exact." "Wow Jack, away from Shane for that long?" Shane was Jack's wife, who was still down south waiting for the word as to when she could come up to join Jack. She's a little blond girl only five foot one, kind of chunky, and a butt that looked a tad too big for her structure. But from the one time I met her, her boobs looked impressive, they must have been 38D's I would guess. "That's a long time to be alone! What do you do for, umm, you know, sex and stuff?" Beth continued. "Oh, I get by. But you do know me Beth; I always seem to have a bunch of pent-up energy that needs to be relieved from time to time. I could always use someone willing to lend a helping hand with that. Anyone you know who would like to volunteer to help out?" At that Beth took in a little breath as if to say, 'OMG did he just ask me to do what I think?' She turned a bit red and gave a quick glance in my direction to see my reaction. Obviously, Jack must have had one or two too many beers. I think the same went for me; I just gave Beth a wink and a smile, "I'm sure it would be ok with Jack if you help, beside, it's not like it would be the first time you had to lend him a hand." Even in Beth's tipsy state, that comment got me a swift kick in the shins under the table. I don't know if it was the conversation, the alcohol, or the fact that Jack was sitting next to her shirtless, but I noticed Beth was breathing harder. I can always tell when Beth starts to get turned on. Her breath will shorten, her tits start to rise and fall in rhythm with her breathing, and those lovely big, brown, Asian nipples will start to get hard. Which I could see clearly stick out, forming two nice protruding bumps in the t-shirt she was wearing. As they continued their sexual banter back and forth, I took this the opportunity to put my hand under the table and brought it to rest on her inner thigh. I slowly started to caress that warm, soft, smooth olive skin. I was never sure if it was the Asian or American Indian blood that gave her such beautiful skin, but I sure loved the way it felt. I slowly started tracing Beth's inner thigh with my hand, moving ever so gingerly towards my intended target; to my surprise I met no resistance! Beth actually spread her legs a little further apart for me, and granted me easy access to that lovely little pussy of hers. I reached in one of the legs of her baggy shorts and found no panties. 'Perfect.' I thought. I moved my fingers ever so gently past the tangle of black pussy fur. Beth never had been one to shave her pussy bald; she always had a nice trim patch of hair down south. I must say that her triangle of jet black fuzz was so nice and soft, it made that little twat irresistible to me. When I reached my goal, I parted her pussy with my fingers. Those lips were so soft and tender, yet so hot; I could feel the heat radiating from her against my hand. 'Holy crap,' I thought, 'she is soaking wet. I wonder what had gotten her so hot and bothered. Had it been me, perhaps Jack, or maybe both of us?' I slowly started to enter Beth one finger at a time; she let out a little gasp as my first one slipped into her, all the while continuing the conversation with Jack. It could have been the fact that Her nipples were visibly sticking straight out, or the fact that she was squirming in her chair, but there was no doubt in my mind, Jack knew exactly what was going on; he just had that type of grin on his face. As I was slowly started to finger fuck Beth, her breath was becoming shorter and she started to find it difficult to carry on the conversation she was having with Jack. Beth's nipples looked like they were ready to poke holes through her shirt, there were two wet spots forming on her shirt just beneath them. 'It was becoming evident Beth was getting aroused, she must be lactating as I was playing with her pussy.' Beth had still been breast feeding junior at the time, and looked like her tit's needed some serious relief. She must have had enough because Beth squeezed her legs tightly together, trying to force my fingers out from her hot cunt. This had the opposite effect of what she had intended, the added pressure on her pussy made her cum instantly. With her hot juices flowing out over my hand, Beth pursed her lips together to try to suppress any sounds she might be making. She turned her head away from Jack for a moment to look directly at me, if looks could kill. At that point, Jack stood up and announced that he had to use the bathroom. When he stood I could tell he had a noticeable and quite sizeable bulge in his pants. This fact did not go unnoticed by Beth, she squeezed her thighs a little tighter, as she was practically staring at Jack's restrained member, and I could feel her cunt lips trembling under my hand. When Jack cleared the room, Beth closed her eyes hard took a deep breath, then looked at me. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" she whispered. "Just having a little fun." I pulled my sticky fingers from her sloppy pussy. "I think you must have enjoyed it, didn't you". "Looks to me like Jack might need some help relieving himself, I'm pretty sure he knew what was going on, maybe you should go and lend him a hand." I bent over to her and whispered in her ear, "It's not like you haven't had his cock between your legs before. I saw you eyeing it when he stood up, do you remember what it feels like?" I pressed a little further and wondered to myself if she would let me continue or turn around and slug me. "Would you like to try it again?" Beth closed her eyes just for a brief moment, I think she was reminiscing. The only response I received was a very soft and unconvincing, "Uhm-no." "Are you sure you wouldn't, I think you would?" I received no reply this time, as she just closed her eyes again. I took this opportunity to reach up under her shirt and grab one of those lovely tits of hers. It felt like Beth's nipples were ready to explode, I started to roll one of them between my fingers, causing milk to begin to drip from it. I used this warm liquid as a lubricant as I continued to stimulate her nipple, 'I knew Beth couldn't take much more of this.' Beth began to protest, "Stop! You're fucking nuts; we are going to get caught." Her words and actions were two different things. Beth pulled up her shirt, taking both her hands she pushed her tits together and demanded that I suck on both of her nipples at the same time. "Hurry fucking up before Jack comes back in here." She ordered. The nipples of her boobs were so hard, I swore if I was not careful they would have poked my eyes out. No sooner had I gotten my mouth around those big brown orbs, than her milk started flowing. I was really not into this type of thing, but I figured what the hell, Beth really seemed to really enjoying it so I continued. I suck harder than I can ever remember, the harder I sucked on her tits, the more vocal Beth became encouraging me to suck harder. The more I sucked, the more she pressed her boobs together for me. 'Holy shit,' I thought, 'Beth is starting to quiver again. Damn, she is cumming just from having me latched onto her tits.' Just then I heard Jack returning from down the hall. Beth was letting out a load moan, as I put my hand down the front of her pants. She certainly was cumming again, coating my hand for a second time. Beth attempted to push me away and try to compose herself before Jack entered the room, but it was too late. "What's all the commotion about?" Jack inquired as he entered. What he had seen must have been a bit of a surprise. Beth had her shirt up exposing her tit's, with droplets of milk hanging from the ends of each nipple. As for me, I still had my hand down the front of her pants looking like the kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry for interrupting." Jack stated, as he stood there for a moment taking in the sight. He had a slight smile on his face. "What are you grinning at?" "What are you staring at?" Beth asked. Leave it to Jack, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. "I just don't remember your boobs being so big. It looks to me like they have might have grown a size or two. " Beth pulled her shirt down, leaned up to me and gave me a sloppy hard kiss on my lips, putting her tongue into my mouth. It only lasted for a brief second, before she pulled me close and whispered into my ear, "Better be very careful what you wish for Mister, it might just come true someday." She put her hand on my bare chest and pushed me away. Beth straightened herself up a bit by adjusting her shirt and shorts. She fiddled with her hair, swinging it from side to side to straighten it, and then proceeded to walk over to Jack. "Why are you still staring at me? Do you miss me?" She took a quick glance back over her shoulder, gave me a devilish look as to say, 'I warned you.' She put both hands on Jack's bare chest as she slowly started to massage him. Maybe Beth had been right, maybe I had started something I shouldn't have. I watched in a bit of disbelief as Beth was openly and erotically rubbing Jacks bare chest. I had a very strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, I was feeling any array of different emotions all at the same time; jealousy, anger, love, and lust. I wasn't sure what to think, I just stood there and continued to watch Beth and Jack wondering if this would go further than I anticipated. A Dream Come True Ch. 01 "Everyone has heard of the theorized zombie apocalypse; about how a big nuclear accident or virus turns most of the world into brain-dead revenants with a hunger for flesh. Tons of movies were even made about it. But no one knew what would really happen. In 2042, the world was a scientific masterpiece. Free healthcare, long lives, and advanced technology made life a breeze. The myth of hunger and disease was reduced to the status of a legend. Oil had run out 5 years before but it didn't make much of an impact. Clean energy sources had been mastered over a decade before. Automated vehicles ran on water and pollution was on the decline. Nuclear plants were being taken down and a time of peace had descended on civilization. America had finally descended into chaos and a new government had stepped in. It was ruled by the Spiritualism faith and was similar to true communism. Everyone was given food allotments, housing, utilities, etc. Citizens worked only 6 hours a day, and they earned credits, not money. Everything had a set price. Hard labor was a myth. Civilization had finally formed a Utopia. But it would not last long. In the fall of 2042, hospitals began to fill with citizens complaining of body aches, fever, headache, and nausea. It was the classical signs of the influenza virus which had been eradicated twenty years before. A stored anti-viral cure was given to the patients but they did not get better. It got worse and by January 2043, half the planet was sick. No one died of the disease and it seemed to come and go. No one knew what it was. Every day, more and more people became sick. A census revealed that all but about 50 million of the 8 billion people on earth were sick. The first people to get sick experienced a change on February 23, 2043. It was approximately 10pm and they began to experience severe pain and dizziness. They dropped to the ground where they were and screamed out as their bodies transformed into half animal creatures. They were all different, some wolves, felines, bats, or other animals. They were humanoid animals and they became horrified at what they had become. They rushed to the hospitals to find out what was wrong but no one had the answers. DNA tests indicated that people had experienced a sort of metamorphosis but the animal they shared characteristics with was almost completely random. The only pattern seen was in families. Most members would be in the same genus of animals, like canis, feline, or bats. It was a shock to the human race. The metamorphosis was a hard change to make. Socially, the world had not changed much. Too many people had undergone the change for it to create prejudices and the remaining normal humans continued to be infected. More and more changed every day. This change was disturbing, of course, and it traumatized people. It was confusing as well. These "morphs" as they were nicknamed were forced to get used to their state if they wanted to move on with life. Many finally did and a small number went mad. These were locked away like any mentally ill person and the world was forced to change. People took on the habits of the animal they had Changed into. Bats were nocturnal, sensitive to sunlight, and slept hanging upside down. Cats became complete carnivores and were skittish. Dogs had a short attention span and had too much energy. This metamorphosis had reduced us all to a band of animals. Our human DNA kept us somewhat civilized and we were immune to diseases. In all, it turned out to be a disturbing change but not exactly lethal. The danger in our world wasn't from us." Marie paused in her lecture to the class and sighed. "It all depends on how you look at it. Some people see it as a curse, some a gift." She noticed a small koala girl lift her hand and nodded. "Yes, Rebecca? Do you have a question?" The girl looked down nervously. "Did they ever find out what caused it?" Marie smiled gently. "There were theories of course, but none were proven. Some said a space-born virus, some a freak mutation, others thought that some kind of nuclear blast had caused it. There was no evidence of a virus or nuclear blast, however, and how could a DNA mutation spread to everyone?" Another girl, this time a tall cheetah, raised her hand. "Are there any full humans left?" "Well, Arianna, no one knows for sure," Marie sighed. "There are none known but it is theorized that some could be hidden, if any are left. You can never be sure. Of course, they are not in any danger from us. In the beginning, they were very afraid of us. The animal mutation made us seem barbaric and dangerous. Perhaps they hid because of that. We may never know." "Alright class, have a great weekend!" Marie called out as the bell rang and everyone started filing out. "I will see you again next week." Marie began to pack up her notes and glanced around the room to make sure no one was left. She grabbed her bag and locked up before exiting the building. She got in her Chevrolet Ravenette and started the car. She selected her home and it took off. She checked her email and filed off a few responses before the car arrived at the building. She exited the car and walked up to the building's carved wooden door. The retina scan scanned her eye and welcomed her home. She entered and went straight to her bedroom. After setting down her bag, she stripped off her long skirt and loose shirt before entering the bathroom. She set the Jacuzzi tub to her favorite setting and turned to the mirror. She smiled at her reflection. She was a tall leopard morph with cerulean blue eyes and long black wavy hair. She had two normal c-cup breasts with 6 smaller ones beneath like a cat. Her tail was long enough to touch her calf and her skin was covered in a soft, thin spotted coat of fur. She had a small muzzle with long whiskers and a small pink nose. Unlike most cat morphs, she loved water. She turned on the digital music player and slipped into the tub. She sighed contentedly and relaxed against the side. The warm water was soothing to her muscles and soon it became hard to stay awake. She soon fell asleep and began to dream. **** Marie moaned softly as she slowly woke up. Warm, firm hands stroked her back and stomach, teasing her with pleasure. Hot breath blew against her neck and she arched her back, moaning. A soft chuckle sounded in her ear as a warm hand travelled down her stomach and slipped between her legs. She gasped as it found her aching bud and teased it lightly. She whimpered pleadingly but it continued to tease her. She mewed softly as the hand slipped further down and slipped a finger into her virgin hole. His soft gasp as he found her virgin barrier only stoked the flame of her arousal even higher. "Please," she mewled softly. "I want you." "Not yet," he whispered in her ear. His hand slipped back up to her aching clit and began to rub it vigorously. She arched her back as she started to pant heavily. "Please," she whimpered, not quite sure what she was pleading for. "Please..." He gently moved her to her hands and knees and pressed his snout eagerly into her swollen sex. She yowled as he lashed her clit with his tongue, driving her close to the breaking point. "Ahhhhh!" She cried out as she came hard. She fell limp against him and he helped her back down to a laying position and kissed her shoulder. "I love you," he murmured gently. She purred softly and turned her head to look at him. No one was there. Her purrs turned to a soft mewl of pain.... Marie's eyes snapped open and she sat up in the tub. She had dreamt of him again and again she did not get to see him. He always disappeared before she could see him. It wasn't just a dream... it couldn't be... It felt so real. A Dream Come True Ch. 02 I had acknowledged your ownership of my cock and balls and awaited, with the wonderful combination of hope and fear that only submissives know, the ways you would use me. "I'll be right back," you said as you left the room but quickly returned with a piece of luggage somewhere in size between a gym bag and a regular suitcase. You swung it on one of the beds and directed me to open it. but first had me lower my panties to my ankles. My movements thus were restricted to a sort of mincing gait, and I was hobbled like a pony. I felt so foolish under your gaze, and that felt very appropriate and very exciting. Taking items out of your bag and laying them on the bed, I was like a child opening Christmas presents! Such lovely floggers, straps, paddles, and crops. Handcuffs, shackles, blindfolds, and gags. All the tools of the Dominant Woman and all, I hoped, to be used on me. You could tell how excited I was, and you smiled. "You are an eager little painslut, aren't you?" In answer, I again kneeled and looked up at you. "Do you know how wonderful this is for me?" I asked. "Yes, but tell me," you answered gently and with a warm and caring look in your eyes. "I feel so lucky to be here with you," I said, matching your look with my own. "I am going to try so very hard to please you and make you happy that you let me come to you." "I know you will, sweet," you answered. "I never doubted it." For a moment we didn't say anything, not having to. But then the spell had to be broken, and you spoke in a sort of brisk and businesslike way. "OK, slut, across the bed," and I quickly complied, laying face down, stretched across the bed. I felt your warm, strong, certain hands touching me, removing my panties and positioning me the way you wanted. Soon I was spread-eagled, and you had placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles, attaching them to the four posts of the bed. I was all but naked, spread and helpless. You added to my excitement by blindfolding me. "Whose are you?" you spoke. "Yours, Lady," I answered. I felt those same warm hands running down my back and along my sides and legs, soothing, caressing, exciting. You used your nails on my inner thighs and my balls, and I moaned with delight. Then there was a pause followed by your palm slapping my butt cheeks, at first only with firmness but then with increasing force. I knew you were warming me up, and I sighed with a delighted sense of security and release. I was yours, and you would do with me what you pleased. My moans began to keep time with your slaps, which ended with a series of very hard and stinging blows. "Thank you, Lady," I murmured. "You are welcome." Next I felt a cool and smooth object laid and drawn across my ass, and I knew you had moved to the leather strap I had unpacked. It was withdrawn, and there was a pause. I felt the wonderful fear and anticipation of wondering when and when it would land? where would it land? how hard would it land? SLAP! The power and the pain of the blow both were much more than expected, and I cried out with the surprise and the hurt of it. Now you rained blow after blow on my ass, varying the location and position of each so that I never could anticipate or prepare. Now I was moaning in pain and twisting against my bonds. However, my cock was hard, and I reveled in taking such pain from you. With a final blow of the strap, you allowed me to rest a bit, and I felt the delight of your palm--now cool--stroking my butt cheeks. My movement now was frankly sensual, and you laughed as you saw it. "Enjoying yourself, eh, my little slut?" I mewed a response, and you again laughed as I raised my ass to meet your hand. Now I felt the tendrils of one of your leather floggers trail along my ass and thighs, and I spread my legs as far apart as I could when their tips touched my balls. "Such a slut!' you growled. We'll see in a bit if you keep those legs of yours spread." I shivered a little at that. Soon the strokes of the flogger began, at first gentle but then with increasing force. Sometimes the blows landed on my upper thighs, and they also moved up and down my back, as high as my shoulders. The sound of the heavier blows was delightful, a sort of thunk that, along with their force, was superbly erotic and exciting. I felt myself drifting into subspace, welcoming harder and harder blows as an inner part of me felt them as pain less and less. My low moans had a cadence that matched your strokes, and I felt that this could go on forever, and I wanted it to do so. You ended the leather flogging with blows behind which was the whole force of your body, and my body shook with their impact as they landed. I murmured a "thank you, Lady' and then felt the process begin again, this time with the rubber flogger--how deliciously cool did it feel, at first. Like its leather counterpart, this flogger worked up and down from my shoulders to my thighs with more and more intensity. After a time, I felt the blows changing direction and becoming more horizontal than vertical. Eagerly, I spread my thighs as far apart as I could, offering you my naked balls as a target, and I felt the tips of the rubber strands begin to strike me there. What an artist you were! How happy I was to feel myself in the hands of a superb Domina, for you were able to go just to the threshold of pain in that most vulnerable part of the male anatomy. You controlled how much of the rubber strand landed on my balls and varied that with how hard you struck. I wished that I could somehow be both a viewer as well as a participant in this scene as I lay helpless and yielding to your beauty and power. My imagination would have to do. Finally, the flogging ended, and there was a somewhat longer pause. I was unsure to what extent it was due to your need physically to recoup but also--I hoped--to your own growing excitement. A Dream Come True Ch. 02 Lacey and I continued to kiss for several minutes until we broke the kiss to catch our breath. Looking down at her she flashed that sexy smile again and I couldn't help but to start kissing her again. That smile melted my inhibitions and gave me a feeling of comfort I had never known before with a woman. Breaking the kiss I moved so that we were both lying on our side facing each other. Sweat had matter her hair a bit so I reached over and brushed the hair out of her face and again with she smiled. "That was amazing," I told her. Lacey grinned, "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it because oral is one of my favorite things. I've never had a guy kiss me after that though. It was...sweet of you to do that." Seeing a chance for playful banter I responded, "I was just disappointed you had already swallowed it all." She raised an eyebrow and her grin turned from sweet to naughty, "Oh really? And what would you have done if I had saved some of you cum on my tongue?" "Then our after blowjob kiss would have been much sloppier!" Lacey let out a little giggle and pushed me over onto my back and swung herself on top of me. "Well I will be sure to remember that the next time I suck you off," she said while giving a little wink. It was then that she gave me another kiss, although this one was a simple kiss without the tonsil hockey of our earlier kisses. When she sat up again our eyes met and we shared one of those moments that many couples do when they make love. That moment where everything is forgotten and your heart swells knowing that you are with your soul mate. Lacey leaned down for another kiss, but this one was one filled with all the passion either of us could muster. I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her so tight that I was afraid I might hurt her. The feeling of her lying on top of me with our crotches rubbing into one another and her lips on my mouth was almost more than I could stand. She broke the kiss and pulled back so that our faces were an inch apart. Looking into her eyes I could stand it no longer and I rolled her over onto her back. Lying on top of her again I began nibbling and whispering in her ear. From there I left a trail of kisses from her ear, down her neck, and slowly worked myself back up to lock lips with her again. A few minutes had passed since Lacey had given me a blowjob that rocked my world and our kisses had given my cock time to recover and get hard again. I wanted to lick her from head to toe, but more than that I wanted to feel her legs wrap around me as I slid my dick into her pussy. I wanted to hear her moan as I made love with her. Without breaking our kiss, I worked our bodies so that the tip of my cock barely entered her. Although she had to know it was coming, the shock of it still caused her breath to catch. Regaining her breath she wasted no time in wrapping her legs so tightly around my back that she was pulling me into her. "Please, do me now," she half moaned and whispered. That was all I needed as I slammed all the way into her so that our pelvic bones were touching. This caused Lacey to cry out and a groan to escape my lips as I felt her pussy squeezing my cock. Fortunately, the earlier blowjob kept me from exploding right then and there. With my lack of experience, particularly recently, it was a miracle that I was able to gain control of myself a bit. I began to work in and out as I would slowly pull my dick out so that only the tip was still inside and then I would slowly slide all the way back in. We swapped sloppy kisses and I licked and kissed her neck, ears, and the even planted some kisses on those sexy freckled shoulders of hers. After a couple of minutes of this Lacey grew impatient and rolled us over so that she was once again on top of me. Her maneuver was well done as my cock was still firmly planted deep inside of her pussy. With lust in her eyes she began to ride me by bracing herself on the bed and bouncing up and down on my dick. Moans and groans echoed throughout the room as we both enjoyed the feeling of the moment. Those wonderful sloppy sounds of my dick slamming in and out of her filled the room as her pussy leaked profusely. Just when I thought things could get no better, Lacey changed tactics and began to grind herself onto my dick. Pushing her hips forward and backward rather than bobbing up and down was becoming more than I could handle. "I'm going to cum baby," I told her, although almost didn't have enough breath to say the words. She let out a cat like purr and leaned down so that her lips were barely touching my ear. "I'm about to cum too, and I want to feel you cum inside me," she whispered. The feeling of her breath on me ear and her pussy riding and grinding me drove me wild. I began to thrust my hips up to meet her efforts and strained to force myself deeper into her as if I would magically grow an inch or two if I tried hard enough. Lacey planted another kiss on my lips and that was all she wrote. I slammed up into her one more time and pulled her down so that her breasts were pressing into my chest. I felt her body stiffen a bit at the same time mine did and we both began to cum. Even though I had already cum once tonight you would have never known as it seemed I would never stop cumming. For several minutes we both lay there. We were both utterly exhausted and panting for breath. I had finished cumming finally and my cock was beginning to shrink. Lacey continued to lie on top of me for a few minutes until my cock fell out of her pussy and she rolled off of me and propped herself on an elbow. Looking into each other's eyes there was no doubt for either of us that what had just happened was far more than just a quick fling. Almost as if she read my mind, Lacey laid her head on my chest and draped her right arm onto my chest. I took this chance to wrap my arms around her, plant a kiss on the top of her head, and drifted off to the most fitful sleep I had had in years. A Dream Come True Ch. 02 You can read chapter as a stand along story but you may enjoy it more if first you read chapter-1 which contains some brief character development. Hope you enjoy. Cheers to all. It has been four weeks since our last encounter with Jack; Beth is a little on edge lately, nothing I could really put my finger on, just a bit different and a bit tense. She is spending quite a lot of time in the evenings talking on the phone to her sister Anita, normally something Beth rarely does, she's not being standoffish or ignoring me, she just seems distant. Last night we were both laying upstairs in bed doing some reading, I was looking through a couple of old hunting and fishing magazines while Beth was engrossed in one of those edgy romance novels. I was tempted to start up a conversation with her, but there is really no sense in trying when she's reading those types of books, she will always tell me 'hush, I'm right in the middle of the plot.' So I did what I normally do, gave Beth a kiss goodnight and drifted off to sleep. Sometime woke me in the middle of the night, I glanced over at the alarm clock, 2:30 AM, 'what the hell' I thought. The bedroom was dark and Beth was missing, wondering where she was, perhaps taking care of junior or getting a glass of water, I decided to get up and go check to make sure everything was ok. I checked in junior's room, the spare bedroom and the upstairs bathroom, nope she was not in any of those places. I meandered downstairs in the dark to try to find her, I could see a dim light glowing from the living room, 'maybe Beth couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake me so she is reading down here'. I quietly walked to the entryway of the living room to check on her and what I saw was a startling surprise. Beth sitting in my lazy-boy chair which was reclined all the way back, she had her head turned to the side away from me with her eyes closed, her heels were propped up on the footrest, and her knees were slightly spread apart. The sheer night gown top she normally wore to bed was discarded lying on the floor; this left her naked with the exception of a pair of lace panties. The light of the reading lamp which hangs over the chair was turned on low giving Beth's beautiful Asian skin a warm soft glowing look. Beth's left hand was cupped under her left breast and her first finger was slowly making circular motions around her hardened nipple. Her right hand was down the front of her lacey panties slowly moving up and down; no doubt she was rubbing her sweet little kitty. We have been together over half-dozen years now, three in marriage and three prior to that, this is something I have never been privy to witness with Beth. I now she would play with herself, just never in front of me, she said she would be too embarrassed, I decided to remain silent and just watch for a spell. After several minutes of slowly rubbing her pussy, Beth arched her back lifting her ass off the chair, using both hands; she slid her damp panties off. Tossing them to the floor next to her night shirt, Beth resumed her position, this time one foot was on the footrest and the other leg was draped over the arm of the chair. I could see her lips were puffy, pink and wet, her right hand slipped back to her pussy, I continued watching as she slowly inserted the index finger into herself. Beth stroked her middle finger in and out three or four times, I noticed her starting to breathe harder, instinctively her free hand went back to massaging those lovely breasts. 'Damm I love her 36C tits, so soft with olive tone skin and big dark brown nipples pointing up high.' I'm positive it's a result of the Asian – Native American heritage. Beth played with her tits softly at first, this did not last long; soon she began kneading them with a little more aggression, I could tell she was getting close to cumming. Starting to pull at her nipples, she slipped another finger into her love tunnel; this made two, the third followed and soon after the fourth. Beth's pace quickened rapidly as she was finger fucking her pussy; all four of her fingers were buried deep inside with her thumb rubbing her clit, noticeably moaning and squirming in the chair she worked her hand in and out of that tight little pussy. Her hand was coated and sticky with love juice, I could hear her getting wetter with each trust in. Beth's breathing was very heavy now, the words coming from beneath the moans, "fuck-me, fuck-me, fuck-me," over and over again she repeated as she continued to work on herself. Starting to shack and quiver her body became stiff; she arched her ass high off the chair, letting out four or five loud and very deep moans, she was cumming hard onto her hand. Panting hard and out of breath, Beth removed her hand from her soaked pussy and collapsed into the chair, legs still sprawled, one hand on her tit's, the other rest on her belly, Beth sat, several minutes resting with her eyes closed. I stood motionless admiring my wife, what a raving Asian beauty she is. I decided to take the high road and retreat back to the bedroom; perhaps I would inquire later what that was all about. Several minutes later Beth slowly slunk into bed next me, I pretended to wake-up as she pressed her still very warm body next to mine. Beth put one arm over my bare chest pulling herself tight against me; I could feel the softness of her boobs on my back. Good thing her hand didn't travel south, she would find a big surprise and know something was up. "You're so warm Beth, everything ok?" "Yes, everything is just fine, I was talking to Anita, apparently she was in the mood to chit-chat tonight, go back to sleep." She give me a peak on the cheek and off to sleep she went. In the morning I was rousted from my sleep by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, Beth must have gotten up early to make it. Looking down, a tent was formed beneath the sheets; I was sporting a raging hard-on, images of last night's show still burnt in my head. On my way downstairs I stopped in the bathroom to empty my bladder, replay, rewinding and replaying again all that happened. When I walked into the kitchen Beth had prepared my coffee, a bowl of oatmeal with cut-up fruit, and a glass of orange juice for my breakfast. It was all placed neatly on the kitchen table along with the morning paper, what a wonderful wife I had. "I'm in here," Beth called to me from the living room. I took my coffee and headed in to thank Beth for my early morning treat, when I entered the living room I found that breakfast wasn't the only treat I was in for. Beth was in a pair of light-blue tight fitting spandex work-out shorts with a matching exercise bra, hair put up in a pony-tail and a pair of sneakers, looked to me like she was in the middle of one of her yoga routines. On the living room floor was a work-out mat, Beth had herself situated on the mat supported by one hand and her opposite knee, working with some type of small medicine-ball. With her right arm extended straight out in front of her, palm up facing the ceiling holding the ball, her left leg was elevated stretching straight backwards. What an elegant pose; from her hand holding the ball to the tip of her toes, she formed a perfect line. I stood drinking my coffee admiring her for a moment; she has a slight but definite v-shape to her back, her ass looked round but firm in the tight blue shorts, and when tilted my head slightly I had a nice view of her tits which were confined in the spandex bra. Beth held that position for a minute or so then switched the ball to her left hand, extending it along with her right leg holding that position. Recently, Beth was really getting into her exercise routines; she was never a real big exercise buff, only working out from time to time to keep in shape, nothing consistent. Over the past three or four weeks however Beth was exercising daily, just the basic stuff, push-ups, sit-ups, aerobics and stepper training, and yoga. Not that I am one to complain, but I inquired, "Beth what's up with all the exercising all of a sudden." Sitting down on the mat, taking a break "Oh nothing particular, I'm just trying to tone up this butt, I think it's getting a tad flabby." "What do you think?" "Oh-contraire, I love your ass just the way it is," I think I have to say that but it's true, Beth's butt is not super skinny and tight, it's round and nicely toned, suits me just fine. "What about these," placing booth hands under her tits as to support them, "I think my Boobs are starting to sage a bit, I need to tone those up too don't you think." "I think their perfect just the way they are, but if you insist, don't work on them to hard; I need something to play with." Getting up off the floor, Beth came walking over to me, "you're so sweet," pulling her bra over her head exposing those beautiful boob's, "what do you think, how am I doing?" Before I could respond Beth eased out of her tight spandex workout shorts, leaving her in nothing but a pair of tennis shoes standing in front of the living room window. Stretching her arms above her head, Beth did a slow pirouette for me; "well?" she asked looking for approval. "First off, any neighbors passing by might get an eye full," this probably isn't the case, but Beth is a bit of an exhibitionist so I just threw it out there to let her believe it's true. "Second, I do notice you little tosh has firmed up some, those blue shorts were looking real good on you, and your abs have really starting to tone up looks like you lost an inch or so around your belly." "So you do notice me, I've been working at this pretty hard you know." "Of course I notice you, how could I not notice you, and yes, I do realize you've been working out hard." "Oh yea, thank goodness your boobs are the same size, we wouldn't want those to disappear would we." I said that with a bit of a sarcastic overtone. "Yes I'm still working on those; they always seem to be the last to go." "Anything else new you notice about me," Beth inquired, arm's still stretched high over her head doing another pirouette revolution. "Well, you obviously have been paying extra attention to your patch down below; looks like you have been doing a little extra trimming." Beth was always one to keep her pubic hair trimmed short and neat, but now it looks as if she has taken a razor to herself, leaving a little triangle landing strip of very short hair just above her pussy, everything else is shaved bald. This must have happened this morning; it wasn't that way last night. "Do you like it, I think it's sexy?" "Sexy doesn't do it justices," I replied, "I think it looks smoking hot the why I can see your pink lips know, damm you look so inviting!" Walking over to Beth, with her arms still stretched up in the air, I put one hand around her back, and took one of those lovely swollen nipples in my mount, my free hand traced over her flattened belly, past the newly trimmed patch of hair, right to her moist pussy. Beth let me play but only for a minute, pushing me away, "play time's over I have to finish my workout." "Damm getting me all worked up like that, what am I suppose to do about this?" gesturing at my now rock hard dick. "Poor baby, if you can't wait until later you might just have to take care of that yourself." bending over to pick-up her workout attire. "Beside isn't that what you did last night after enjoying my performance." "What, what performance, what are you talking about," apparently Beth knew I was watching her, but I was still going to play dumb anyway. "You know very well what I'm talking about, I saw you standing in the shadows watching me" pointing towards the entryway of the living room. "Well hell yah I watched, any male with a pulse would do the same thing." "Oh so you liked it did you, did you like watching me, do you like watching your wife get off?" As Beth said this she reached a hand between her legs, barely letting her index finger part her pussy lips, stroking it one time. "Since when have you become such a tease?" "I'm no tease," Beth was looking directly at my hard-on which formed a tent in my boxer briefs. "Besides, from what I can tell you don't seem to mind." "It would serve you right if I left you this way, that's what you get for spying on me." "I wasn't spying; I just came down to check on you to make sure you were alright." I complained back. Walking over to me she eased her hand inside the fly of my boxers and pulled out my dick. "You whine worse than a two year old," still holding my cock and dropping to her knees, "I'll take care of this for you but you're not getting any of this right now," gesturing at her love triangle between her legs. Parting her lips Beth slid my dick into her warm mouth; fuck her mouth was hot I thought I was melting in it. Wasting no time she went right to work on me guiding my seven inch dick down her throat, placing her hands, one on each of my hips, Beth started bobbing up and down along the length of my shaft. Sucking hard on her way up, pausing a second as my head was just about exiting her mouth, swirling her tongue around it several times, then completely engulfing me again. "Damm you are so fucking good at this Beth." A muffled "hum," was the response as she increased her pace. It didn't take long; I was so worked-up from Beth's escapade's I don't think I could last more than several minutes. The head of my cock began to swell; I was going to lose it any time now, grabbing Beth by the back of her head, I started ejaculation into her mouth. Beth swallowed my first load of cum and prepared for the second, which was right behind the first, then a third, each time I filled her mouth she would swallow and await the next batch. Beth took in five or six good shots from me as I finished, releasing my now semi-hard dick Beth stood up wiping ant traces of cum from her lips'. "That should keep you satisfied for a while, now I have to get back to my work-out." Proceeding too put her work-out shorts and bra back on; off she went to continue her exercise regimen. The remainder of the day was pretty uneventful, I did my usual Saturday honey-do-list and Beth did her normal house chores. Somewhere around 3:30 in the afternoon Anita came pulling up in the driveway like a bat out of hell. Tooting her horn, Beth went rushing out the back-door, "be a sweetheart and watch junior, I'm going shopping, we shouldn't be gone too long," in a flash they were gone. Beth and her sister Anita, gone shopping and won't be gone to long, "yea right". I figured it would be a good time for some R & R, I finished what I was working on grabbed a beer, plopped down on the couch with junior and turned on the ballgame. 'This is what Saturday's are made for.' Several hours later the ballgame wrapped up, the home team was victorious, an unusual but pleasant surprise. Dinner time and Beth's still not home, go figure, I fixed junior and myself something to eat, cleaned him up and off to bed he went. I cleaning up after dinner, I took a shower and relaxed in my Lazy-Boy watching some TV shows. Before long it was 10:30, 'We won't be gone to long,' I thought, when you get those two together no telling when they will be back, so I headed off to bed myself. I wasn't in bed more than twenty minutes when I heard Beth coming in the backdoor, along with some rustling around downstairs, soon followed by footsteps coming up the staircase. It wasn't long before Beth made her way into the bedroom. "Sorry we were gone so long, you know how Anita and I get when we're shopping," setting two handful's of bags in the corner of the room. "I'm going to take a shower before bed, I won't be long," grabbing one of her bags, off she went. When Beth reappeared she was wearing new summer bedtime attire which I have never seen, she had on a pair of hot-pink French-Cut lace panties. Up-front a little triangle patch of material traced a perfect outline of her pussy, normally I would be able to see a little pubic hair through the sheer material, but not tonight, she has herself manicured prim and proper. The sides are cut high; a piece of lace running up over the top of Beth's hip-bones is all that attached the front to the back. The fabric in the back covers only half of each butt cheek, forming a perfect "V-Shape" from her hips down and disappearing between her legs. Up top Beth had on a matching sheer spaghetti strap half-top, it was enough to cover her boobs, but her belly was completely exposed. Walking over to the side of the bed, I was mesmerized watching those tities bounce. The sheer fabric is not see-through, but Beth's nipples are clearly visible making pointy bumps under her top, even on this warm summer night. "Ready for bed lover," clicking off the night-stand light and slipping into bed next to me, "I am, I'm completed exhausted." "Ready for bed, what with that outfit you have on." "Not a chance." "What this, it's something Anita suggested, do you like it," snuggling up next to me. "Like it that's any understatement, I love it," "I figured you might, now go to sleep, I'm tiered." 'I don't think so' I thought, rolling onto my side, placing my hand on Beth's navel, my face hovering directly above hers, I moved down planting my lips to hers. Our lips parted, both our mounts opening allowing our tongues intertwine; we were sharing a deep passionate kiss. With Beth's and my tongue doing the tango, I tasted a strange hint of something in her mouth, it masked by toothpaste, but it's certainly something. Alcohol for sure, just not sure what type, pondering for a second I concluded, Scotch, other than wine its Beth drink of choice. Anita and Beth were obviously up to something more than shopping. Letting my hand roam up under Beth's top, I had just reached her breasts when she broke off the kiss. "That's enough, I love you now go to sleep," placing on hand on my shoulder gently pushing me away. "Okay, okay," kissing her on the forehead, "I love you too." Rolling back over and going off to dream land. Once again I woke-up in the middle of the night, damm I hate that, looking next to me, no Beth. Perhaps we keep waking up because it has been so warm; 'I really do have to get an air-conditioning system in this old house' mumbling under my breath. Can I catch a repeat performance like last night, I quietly snuck downstairs to see; nope Beth is not down here. I checked the rooms back up-stairs, the bathrooms, kitchen and basement, still no Beth, where the hell could she be. Get a little worried; I went to check on the front porch, opening the front door I walked out, no not here either, 'shit'. I was going back inside when I heard voices, which are coming from outside. I walked over to the far end of the porch too see whose they were and why someone was outside of our house at 2:30 in the morning. To my surprise I saw Jack's old Chevy Van parked in the driveway directly next to the porch, our porch is elevated some four feet above ground with screened in windows. There are street lamps some hundred feet away which normally illuminate the driveway but now are shinning into the van's windshield. Standing next to one of the open windows offered me a vantage point with a Birdseye view into the van; I could clearly see the front driver-side and passage-side seats. In the drives seat Jack sat, shirtless, a can of bear in one hand and a cigarette in the other, in the passage seat is Beth, wearing only the outfit she had on in bed. The two of them are probably only six or seven feet from me, even though I could see them the darkness of the porch had me fairly well concealed. I picked-up the conversation quite easily as the sound carried well in the warm thick summertime air. "Wow Beth, that sleep wear you have on is intriguing, doesn't leave much to the imagination." A Dream Come True Ch. 02 Marie awoke slowly Monday morning, thankful that the dreams had at least not come again that weekend. She was a natural artist and usually spent her weekends dabbling in various mediums but her heart was too troubled to succeed at any attempt she made. Every painting, drawing, and sculpture held some element of the dreams that plagued her and only served to disturb her further. Monday held a small mercy for her however, as it held a normal routine of teaching students at the local college. Marie chose to drive manually to the building today in an attempt to keep her mind busy. It worked somewhat, with flickers from the dream interrupting only a few times. She made it to the classroom a little over five minutes before class started and started to arrange things for the day. She started a bit as Rebecca stuttered nervously behind her. "Are you ok, Miss Dower?" Marie turned around and sighed. "Rebecca, you scared me. I am fine, why do you ask?" Rebecca tilted her head to the side and studied her. "You're tense, ma'am." Marie attempted to smile reassuringly at her. "I am just tired, I assure you. Please, take your seat, Rebecca." Rebecca obeyed but continued to watch her anxiously. Marie turned and finished writing the assignment on the board as the rest of the class filed in. The bell rang and she finally turned to face the class. "Welcome, everyone. This class is about those of you who have been gifted with extraordinary powers. As you all know, you all are classified as Gifted Children. Every morph has at least one small gift but some have a gift with considerable power," she paused and smiled at Rebecca. "Some of you may be concerned that a normal morph is going to teach you but I assure you that I am Gifted just as you are. Would anyone care to try and guess my Gift?" A grey wolf morph raised his hand and she nodded to him. "Well, Miss Dower... is it psychic?" Marie chuckled. "No. Any other guesses?" A few others offered various guesses. A female fox morph guessed fire; a male panda morph guessed invisibility. Her eyes wandered to a pale snow leopard with her hand raised. "Yes, Lycia?" She asked with a small smile. "Contrary to others beliefs on a cat's aversion to water, my own Gift is predominantly of ice. I would guess that yours is water," the girl chuckled softly. Marie smiled warmly at her. "Correct, Lycia. My power is over water." A young wolf morph grinned. "Can we see?" He asked eagerly. Marie nodded and shifted her gaze to a bottle of water sitting on her desk. Within seconds the bottle burst and the water swirled into the air to form a small ball of liquid. She started a bit as the outside of the ball froze and suddenly shattered. She frowned at the group of kids and noticed Lycia and a younger female looking guilty. "I see two of you have already practiced with your Gifts prior to this class." "Sorry, Miss Dower," the younger female snow leopard murmured. "Me and my sister were just curious..." Marie sighed. "You are not in trouble. Just ask next time." She turned to the board and motioned to the box of supplies in the front of the room. "I want you all to form groups and build one of the objects I have drawn on the board. The boxes hold objects of different materials for you to use. You have thirty minutes. Begin." **** The classes continued in a similar manner all day until 4 p.m. when the bell rang to let out the classes. Marie left unwillingly, knowing in a strange way that the nightmare would return that night. She decided that she would not immediately return home from class as she usually did. Instead, she drove her car to one of the few night clubs in town. She had not been to one since she was 17....almost 6 years ago. She sighed as she entered and sat down at the bar. In her misery, she wished that alcohol had not been banned in the 2030s. Since then, scientists had made a safe alternative with similar mental effects. It was like being drunk without a hangover the next morning. Having little interest in science, she only knew that it mimicked alcohol and was a stimulant rather than the depressant alcohol was. She sighed and turned to the bartender. "Can I get an Alabaster Snake?" The bartender rolled his eyes. "You here to drown your sorrows, miss, or have fun? Few order a drink that strong." Growling softly in annoyance, she glared at him. "Fine, a Pink Flamingo. Now leave me alone." Chuckling softly, he left to make her drink. She huffed in agitation and turned to glare at the bright colored beams of light crisscrossing the dark room. Occasionally, a pair of male eyes wandered to her lithe form but they quickly looked away when they saw her pissed off expression. "God...." She groaned inwardly. How she wished the guy in the dreams was real. It was killing her to suffer through these nightmares, wishing so much that they were real. They never were and it absolutely broke her heart. She took the drink when it was sat down and drank it swiftly. Without looking at the bartender, she muttered a request for another. Thankfully, he obeyed without a word. He must have sensed her misery... Three drinks later, she was tipsy and beginning to relax. She didn't even jump when a male approached her from behind and touched her shoulder. "Hey there, gorgeous," a smooth male voice chuckled into her ear. "You wanna have some fun with me and my friend?" "Not interested in that shit," she slurred slightly. "What about just me?" He asked, not daunted at all by her negative answer. "What, do you ask every girl that walks in here to fuck? Sick bastard," she grumbled. He snorted. "Stupid bitch. You're missing out." "On a three inch dick that nobody wants," she muttered and turned away. She sighed and rested her chin on her hands. Her buzz was gone now thanks to that jerk. Might as well pay up and go back home.... She waved the bartender over and handed him a note for twenty credits. He started to hand her the change but she shook her head. "You keep it." She swiftly left, leaving the bartender with a considerable tip and a confused expression. She got in her car and set her destination for home before leaning back in the seat. The trip would take at least twenty minutes. Maybe she could doze a bit on the way... **** Marie snapped awake at a loud knock on her car door. She sat up quickly and rolled down the window. Outside, a bear morph in a police uniform studied her anxiously. "You ok, miss?" He asked in a rough, growl-like voice. "Yes, sir," she answered anxiously. "I must have dozed off and not awoke once the car reached home." "Very well, miss. But it is late out. You should get inside where it is safe and sound." She nodded quickly and he returned to his patrol car. She rushed inside with her purse and went straight to bed. **** Marie groaned softly as hot breath blew against her neck. "My lovely Marie," her nightly visitor sighed huskily into her ear. "How I love you so." She bit her lip and fought back the tears as his hands stroked her back. She couldn't take this anymore... "God..." she whimpered, the sound unmistakably of pain. She felt him tense behind her. He made her face him but she kept her eyes shut. She couldn't stand to not see him again. She felt his firm, strong hands stroke her face, wiping away her tears. "Why do you not look at me, my love? Have I upset you in some way?" He asked gently. "I can't..." She whimpered brokenly. He made a soft sound of pain and kissed her gently. "Please, my love. I cannot stand to see you in such pain." She tried to resist but she failed utterly. His pain broke her heart. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped, "Oh..." The man above her was exquisite... a spotted panther morph with dark evergreen eyes and long sandy hair that hung down to his shoulder. She gasped again, her small hand shyly reaching out to cup his cheek. He looked so tenderly at her, like he would jump off a cliff had she but said the word. He pulled her close to his chest and held her as she sobbed. "My god..." she gasped in great shuddering gulps of air. "You're real. You have to be." **** Ash woke up with a start. He had been dream walking with his mate for more than a year, but tonight had brought a strange realization to him. He had never stopped to wonder what the effects of his dream walks would do to his mate... She must have been out of her mind with misery... He slipped out of bed and wandered down to the kitchen for a glass of herbal tea. Its soothing scent filled the room and eased his tension a little. He felt like shit for making her suffer so... "Marie Dower..." he sighed. He would have never had been able to access his mate's dreams had his mother not been a seer. On his eighteenth birthday, she had given him a card with a single name written in it and the message, "Go. Find your mate." He had been ecstatic and had rushed to try and find her dreams that very night. It took a few nights but he had finally succeeded. She had responded so warmly to him; now that he stopped and thought about it, she had probably assumed that it was just a dream. Every dream was filled with passionate touches and slow exploration of each other, ending with him waking up as she climaxed. He absolutely loved seeing her break apart... Perhaps he should have introduced himself before it had progressed this far. He closed his eyes and searched out her dreams once again. He found them after a few minutes and was surprised at what he found. She sat at the foot of a tree with her legs curled up touching her chest. She looked out at the nearby beach with a tortured expression, like she was about to cry. He approached her slowly, making sure not to startle her. "Marie... I should have told you a long time ago." She didn't respond. She just turned to look at him with a vulnerable expression. He paused and looked away guiltily. "I am so sorry... I must have really made you think you were mad or something." She sighed softly. "Yes." He looked down into her troubled blue eyes and knelt beside her. "I'm so sorry, Marie. I am a dreamwalker... my mother forsaw you as my mate..." He paused and looked at the ground. "I was so excited to spend that little time with you that I never stopped to think how you might take it. How it might upset you." She kissed him hard, surprising him. Hot tears dripped onto his chest and he pulled back. Tears stained her face and her eyes were a bright blue. "I'm so happy... So happy that you are real," she sighed. "Please...can I have your name?" "Yes, my love. My name is Ashton Michaels," he replied softly as he pulled her close. "I love you so much." She looked down and he could see her skin flush red under her thin fur. "Please... I must find you. I work at Northwood University until four tomorrow. Please?" He smiled and kissed her. "I will find you." A Dream Come True Ch. 02 I feel as though I'm leading a double life now, and it's my ability to seamlessly morph from the mousey tax assessors clerk into a being whose thirst for carnal gratification seems almost unquenchable sometimes frightens me. At first I was worried Ryan was going to be repulsed because of the rage I unleashed upon him that first night, and as my mouth was still filled with his semen I quickly straddled his face and began to grind myself against his lips as my hand stroked him until he was fully erect again. The truth is I lost track of how exactly many times he ejaculated, and as I patiently kept bringing his organ back to life I could see in his eyes just how infatuated he was with the creature that I had become. Of course the next morning as I stared at the reflection in the mirror I was mortified by just how much semen was pasted all over me, and as I started to remember all the things that I had done to him that fear he might reject me began to slowly build inside me. It was as though I had just lost control of myself as I rode him again and again, and the filthy words coming out of my mouth as he relentlessly kept drilling me were more akin to how the sultry girls in the videos talk than the sweet Miss Honey that everyone thinks I resemble. But just as I was about to surrender myself to those feelings of guilt and shame that were edging me ever closer to despair my door suddenly opened with my lovers organ fully rejuvenated and wanting even more attention. Needless to say I was so embarrassed when we finally got to church, and the look on everyone's faces as I sheepishly took my place with the others was one more of puzzlement because I'm usually so punctual. If only they knew that under my robes was the body of a woman smeared with her own son's semen, and I'm sure none of them could ever have suspected that only 45 minutes earlier I was screaming at him to fuck me harder as both our bodies were locked together in a fevered attempt to get him off again. I still don't know how I did it but somehow I managed to keep my composure as I sang along with the rest of the choir, and as I felt the fluids dripping down my thighs I noticed the smile on Ryan's face as he sensed my discomfort . Truly it was one of the most decadent acts anyone could ever do before going to Sunday service, and the fact it's now part of our normal routine shows just how powerful the chemistry is that exists between us now. From the moment he first slid inside me it was as though we had done it a hundred times before and as his hands gently opened my cheeks as his beast kept bottoming out somehow I just knew that we were supposed to be together. Of course my squealing and moaning as he penetrated me so deeply merely pushed both of us past all the boundary's that a so called normal couple would ever dare approach, and the fact we're still pushing to see just how far we can go is only making it even more alluring. Just the other night as we were on our way to see a movie it suddenly occurred to me as I was sitting in the passenger seat that it felt just like we were out on a date together, and as we pulled into the parking garage my hand began massaging his crotch letting him know exactly what I was feeling. I wonder how many other boys his age in that theater could boast that that their girlfriend's head had just bobbed up and down their cock like mine had, and then we both had to endure the painfully long movie thinking about what awaited us once we finally got home. "That color looks awesome on you," I hear him saying snapping me back to reality. To my complete and utter relief now he has a fetish for me wearing nothing but the sheerest of leotards, and my assembling a host of colors for his enjoyment has proven to be a godsend for me too. It's one thing for him to walk around the house naked with his perfectly toned and tanned body tempting me with thoughts of doing things to him only a lover is supposed to do, and as much as I know how much he adores me it can't change the fact that I'm still twice his age. Maybe it's just all my vulnerabilities and insecurities coming to the surface because I see how much he enjoys looking at those gorgeous young girls in the movies we watch sometimes, but when I'm encased in a protective layer of nylon like I am now my confidence soars until I have to dim the lights a bit and shed my skin much like sensuous serpent would do. "I think green goes with my eyes," I say as I bring the tea cup up to my lips as my eyes feast on his already stiff organ. I don't know if it's just because I'm his partner but it just seems like he's always ready to take me as many times as he's able too, but then again I'm always a willing participant whenever he has those urges. I don't remember his father being this horny when he was nineteen, and as much as I wanted back then to tell him that I wanted a lot more than just a passionate kiss good night I was just too embarrassed to say anything as our tongues were intertwined. But I'm certainly not like that anymore, and a part of me wonders if it's because I'm older and have finally dealt with some of my past issues, or is it more just a case of my being so comfortable with Ryan because he is my son. The truth I can't deny is that I've done things to him that I never did with his father, and considering it's only been a little more than month since we' crossed that line I have to wonder just how much more is waiting for us to discover. "C'mon Janet, walk around and tease me with those long legs," he says as I instantly feel that ache between my legs intensifying because I know I'll soon be riding up and down his long thick organ whispering in his ear words so foul that I know I would blush if it weren't for him being inside me. There's just a comfort level that exists between us now that just seems so unbelievable, and our being able to focus just on the physical pleasures without all the extra baggage that usually injects itself in a so called normal relationship makes me appreciate even more what we doing together. As much as I may not want to admit it there were times when sex with Jack felt more like an obligation than a night of unbridled ecstasy like there is with Ryan, and just the way he looks at me with reverence in his eyes whenever we're together like this makes me want to pleasure him even more. There's a game we've been playing lately we're I get him right to the point of exploding and then I gently pinch his swollen head robbing him of his orgasm only to start the process all over again, but for me it's that look of total ecstasy on his face as my hand slides up and down his cock that I cherish the most. There's just no way a girlfriend or wife will ever have the patience and dedication to please him like I do, and of course it's the things that he does to me I'm sure that he'll never do with another woman no matter how much he loves her. The other night after he buried himself deep inside me and filled me with his seed we both watched intently as thick white clumps of semen slowly started to ooze out of me, and as I slid my fingers down between my legs and retrieved a tasty morsel for myself I was shocked as he slid his body down and locked his mouth on my hemorrhaging slit. I've read about lovers who share the spoils of their lovemaking but never imagined that a nineteen year-old teenage boy would be capable of doing something so erotic, and as I looked down at him suckling from my juicy lips I could only marvel at what he was doing to me. His father certainly wouldn't have been able to get past those homophobic fears of tasting his own cum, and I suspect there are few men secure enough with their own manhood who could actually do it. "Like Miss Honey," is all I reply as I so innocently begin my sensuous dance of seduction for both him and that incredible beast that is waiting to impale me? If only all those naïve grandmother's out there who look at that frightened church mouse as an angel sent from above knew that their grandson's imagine her wearing nothing but a skimpy thong under her ankle length dress, and needless to say she no doubt would probably have a hairless slit just like I do. For me it's been so eye opening to learn some of the naughty secrets that most teenage boys think about as they're masturbating, and for many the thought of that doe like creatures head bobbing up and down their cock whenever they watch her in that movie certainly was news to me. As much as we've shared with each other I've yet to have the courage to ask just what exactly do his friends really think when they look at me, but something tells me I'd probably blush with embarrassment if I thought they'd ever want to see me the way I am now. It's just so remarkable how far we've come in such a short amount of time, and as I look at my reflection in the mirrors that we've strategically placed on the walls all around the room it's as though we've turned our family room into a den of decadent delights. I just never imagined what a thrill it would be to actually see myself being penetrated just like the girls in the videos, and sometimes when he pulls out of me and lathers my face and hair with his semen it all just seems so surreal as I stare at myself in disbelief. To think that it's actually me being ravaged has proven to be a rush I hadn't anticipated on, and for Ryan the sight of my mouth riding up and down his cock has proven to be just as seductive for his eyes as well. I have a feeling there's just so much more for us to explore together, and as I bend down and let his eyes feast on my legs and ass I can tell already we're both close to wanting to dispense with this visual foreplay and do what it is we both want. There's just a limit that I can tolerate before that need to feel him sliding inside me overrides all my attempts to stall the inevitable, and as I straighten up and begin to peel myself out of the cocoon of nylon I can see that adoring look in his eyes as I appear to him in a way so many boys wish their mother's would do for them. For me right now to be totally naked in front of him both physically and emotionally is all about trusting in each other, and as I slowly climb on top of him and allow his organ to ready itself for a journey that isn't supposed to happen because of who I am all those distant thoughts of right and wrong just don't seem to matter anymore. He's my lover now, and whether it was an accident of fate or merely a planned seduction isn't going to change what we feel about each other now. "You're just so hot," I hear him whisper in my ear as I feel his length and girth slowly beginning to fill me. There's just something about having an organ this big stretching me internally that makes me shutter whenever I feel my insides being violated, and as I can only gasp in disbelief each time it happens I'm aware that at some point he'll want to find someone his own age to please him. That's why I'm so adamant now about not holding anything back whenever we're together, and the look on his face now as he finally bottoms out is just being added to all the other pictures in my head of him being totally satisfied. I wonder just how many troubled boys out there would have their lives turned around by just having their mother's coming into their rooms a few times a week and giving them the special therapy they're really craving. Would it be so wrong if it got the results all the therapists were desperately seeking? But now is not the time to be thinking of such heady issues, and the feeling of my pussy contracting as it has to deal with such a huge intruder tells me it's time to unleash the dragon that resides deep inside me. "Do you want me to be a good girl or a slut," I whisper as my tongue licks the inside of his ear. If only my mouth could resist those urges that always have me surrendering to the need to spew words so graphic no one would believe me capable of speaking, and as I feel his piston slowly driving in and out of me I can already tell that the battle is already lost. I remember the first time I verbally lost it with Jack when he was fucking me like this, and afterwards as I slipped back into character I could see in his eyes just how affected he was with what had happened between us. Luckily for me he loved the way I expressed myself when we were in bed, and evidently so does his son. "You're only a good girl when you have clothes on," he instantly replies as I feel one of his fingers slipping inside my ass. He just seems to know all my secret desires now, and as I feel another one of his fingers stretching my anus as his cock just keeps relentlessly keeps filling me again and again I can already tell that it won't be long until I let him have the one thing that I've denied him so far. My fear has been that he's just too big for me to handle down there, but lately each time as his fingers prove to me that I'll be able to deal with his length and girth I can sense I'm just one step closer to finally relenting. Of course every video he picks out has one of those gorgeous nymphs with her ass-hole gaping wide open after being ravaged by a boy who has a dick as big as the one that is already inside me, and truthfully there has always been a part of me that has been curious about it. "You wanna slide that big cock up my ass, don't you," I say almost in a whisper as I see the expression on his face convey just what he thinks of that sultry suggestion. He's gone so far past what any other lover would normally do for their partner, and as I've watched his tongue lapping up his own cum after he fills me I just know I can't deny from him what he's been longing for so long now. As long as it doesn't hurt I'll let him slip inside me, and even though most of those young actresses grimace as their seemingly uncaring partner's organ buries itself again and again I've noticed a few of the girls who seem to really enjoy it. My friend Susan once told me she dated a guy who liked to fuck her in the ass, and I guess it was the sight of my face turning as red as a tomato that stopped her from giving me all the sordid details. But it was just so obvious that she liked it, and I suspect I might like it too. The feeling of him burying all nine inches as deep as it will go almost makes me want to scream, and as I ready myself for an assault in the one place that's filling me with both fear and dread I can see by the look in his eyes that he's fully aware of my apprehension. Most lovers given this opportunity would gladly rip the cherry a part in a virgin ass-hole but I'm sensing that because I am also his mother the rules that normally would apply in a situation like this may not be followed. If only my friends could be made aware of just how many emotional barriers we've managed to get past because of what we're doing now, and as we both look into each others eyes communicating in a way no words are needed tell each other what we're feeling. "You're not ready," is all he says as he buries his organ as deep as it will go and brings his hands up to my face as if to reassure me how much I mean to him. How many nineteen year old's would give up the opportunity to slide their cock inside a virgin-ass hole, and as he's caressing my cheeks in a way only but the intimate of lovers would do I feel my eyes beginning to tear up because I feel so loved. It's one thing to have great sex but altogether different when there's a connection like there is between us now, and as he slowly begins to slide in and out of me I know there's nothing I wouldn't do to please him. I doubt most women can truthfully say that about their husbands or boyfriends, and as his cock is starting to pump me ever faster I just know there has to be something I can do for him other than just riding him like I am now. "Tell me what it is that you want me to do, I'll do anything for you," I say as I bring my mouth down to his and let my tongue become one with his. Other than fucking me in the ass I can't think of anything we haven't done together, and as I feel one of his fingers slipping inside my ass I can just tell that there's something going on between his ears. We know each other so well too, and as I lift up and look in his eyes as his cock just keeps bottoming out I can see the wheel spinning in his head. What could he possibly want is the thought that's captivating my consciousness now, and considering what he's doing to me now my thought processes are just so limited. "Tomorrow when Bobby and Chris come over I just want you to wear those green leotards and nothing else," he says as he pulls me down again and our mouth lock as the thought of exposing myself to his best friends starts to play in my head. I've always noticed that whenever I'm doing my yoga exercises they invariably come into the room and start talking to me, and because I always had my long t-shirt and panties on it never really bothered me. But now the thought of those two twin brothers' eyes locked on my body while I'm virtually naked is affecting me in a way that is really resonating with me, and since he's the one who suggested it I can already feel my pussy is reacting in a way that clearly likes what he wants me to do. "Do you want them see my pussy," I ask as it's obvious we're opening doors now that I never expected we'd ever dare approach. "Yes," he moans as it's obvious he's right on the verge of ejaculating. "Do you want me to fuck them," I ask as he pulls me down and kisses me in a way that he only does when he's cumming. A Dream Come True Ch. 03 Conclusion As if you read my mind, I felt your breath against my neck and your hair brush my shoulders as you whispered, “I am so wet!” My cock instantly swelled, and I moaned, “Oh, Lady, I want to make you wet! Use me, Lady! I want you to use me!” “I am! I will” your whisper responded. “You please me greatly, little whore!” Words utterly fail as a way of expressing what I felt then. Only another submissive and, perhaps, a Domme could begin to understand. I simply melted, and at that point I would truly have done anything to please you. It was perhaps my imagination, but it seemed that the paddling that came next was a bit rushed, but even in my excitement and subspace, I could feel the pain of the leather surface pounding my ass, and the blows sounded like pistol shots. Just when the pain was at a peak, it stopped, and suddenly I felt you straddle my body. As you sank across my burning as cheeks, I realized to my delight that you were naked, and I felt your fur and your wetness against my flesh. Leaning forward, you kissed and licked and nipped at my shoulders and neck, and I felt the sharp points of your nipples on my shoulder blades. We both now were speaking in sighs and moans and disjointed phrases, and you moved to my arms and legs, unshackling me. “Over!” you commanded huskily, and I lay on my back, feeling the pain of my bruised and burning ass as it pressed against the bed. Again, you straddled me, but this time moved quickly up my body until your smooth, hard thighs framed my face, and your hot center was open to my lips and tongue. “Yessssssssssssssssss!” you hissed as I rained kisses up and down the length of your slit. My tongue followed the same path and then moved into your beauty, probing deeply and eagerly. I was surrounded with your smell, the special, intoxicating girlsmell that drove me to even greater efforts to worship your essence. You were literally fucking my face, wiping your pussy back and forth and up and down, and I began to make special efforts to suck and nibble at your clitoris. Moaning and crying in your excitement, you pressed hard against me as I lapped at your clit with my tongue. “Don’t Stop! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you cried in an increasing crescendo. “Don’t stopdon’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop,” and then you were in orgasm, rocking back and forth, and screaming with the release of it. Slowly you subsided and draped your body across me. I continued to plant kisses on you and murmured, “pretty Lady, sweet Lady” again and again. Finally thrusting yourself up and off me, you ran your hands through your hair and half laughed, half cried, “Oh, my, that was good. You are good,” you looked smilingly at me. I gazed with delight at your nakedness and replied, “I am kinda, huh, Lady.” I grinned, very pleased with myself and basking in your approval. “Now I want to watch you,” you announced and directed, “Get down here, at my feet.” Eagerly and quickly I knelt at your bare feet and drank in their beauty--high arches, long, slim toes beautifully polished. “Kiss,” you directed, and with delight I was covering them with kisses--toes, arches, ankles, and the bottoms of your lovely feet. “Lick,” and with delight my tongue covered all the areas. “Ummmmmmm, yes, slut!” the excitement was clear in your voice, “lick the bottoms of my feet. To be ordered added to the excitement of doing it, and my cock was jumping and twitching in time to the strokes of my tongue on your feet. “Now my toes, little slut, suck my toes!” I took each individually into my mouth and then all at once. “Come!” you moved up on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, and I followed, kneeling at the foot of the bed and at your feet. Laying back and keeping your eyes fixed on me, you held your feet out and flexed your toes. “Lick between my toes.” Eagerly complying, I thrust my tongue between your toes, first the right foot, then the left. Looking up, I saw your hand go between your legs. “Perform for me slut,” you ordered. “Play with yourself while you suck my toes.” Pumping my fist up and down my cock, I was lost in the excitement and intensity of that moment. “Keep licking between my toes, slut!” you ordered in a voice filled with your own excitement, and as I renewed thrusting my tongue between your long, lovely toes, I began to cum. Quickly, you drew your foot away from my lips and tongue, holding it and the other to my cock as it pumped out cum so that soon covered your toes and feet. “Taste it” came the hoped-for command, and with your eyes locked on mine, I licked my cum off your toes. A Dream Come True Ch. 03 Marie awoke early Tuesday morning, her excitement making further sleep impossible. She tore through her closet in an effort to find the best outfit for meeting her mate. She mewed in glee when she found her favorite blue dress. It was knee length and had a V-neck that dipped just low enough to show some cleavage without showing too much for teaching a class. She set it aside with matching undergarments and a black shawl with a clasp in the front. After setting a few steaks in the oven on medium, she rushed back upstairs for a quick shower. She took great care in using her favorite shampoos and soaps to scrub herself clean. Then, she carefully styled her hair in pinned waves that framed her small face perfectly. She rushed through breakfast and dressed quickly, smoothing out her dress and checking her appearance once before exiting the house. She arrived a few minutes before class started and rushed to get to the classroom. In her haste, she nearly ran into Arianna just inside the door. "Miss Dower!" She gasped. "Jeez, where's the fire?" "Sorry!" Marie winced. "I was running a little late." Arianna rolled her eyes and walked to her seat, muttering something about inattention. Trying her best not to blush, Marie faced the class and smiled nervously. "So, today I will be teaching about female anatomy. Despite each morph's anatomical differences, they all share similar human organs. We all have hearts, gastrointestinal systems, lungs, etc. But there is a key difference. Only females can bear young. And that is what this class is about." Marie nodded to a girl in the back who was a young Rabbit morph. She stood up hesitantly. "Why do gestational periods for morphs vary so much? Shouldn't it be similar to the human half?" "Well, it really just depends on the animal size. Bears are around seven months as one of the longest while rabbits are closer to three months. No pregnancy will last as long as a full human's nine months. This is because of the morphs' size. A bear is huge, while rabbits are small. Thus, bears take much longer to develop. Most morphs will share a similar gestational period however because many of the animal species are about the same size. That group includes all felines, canines, and similar predators. Bats are also in this category." Marie looked towards a seal morph in the back with her hand raised. "Well, Miss Dower, are there any morphs that have an animal half that is not a mammal?" Marie smiled. "That is a good question, but no. You see, mammals and species other than another mammal could not mix genetically. Humans used to say that dogs and cats could not mix. Well, obviously they were wrong but still. Anatomically, a reptile and a mammal are far too different. Canines and felines are both mammals with similar anatomies. So there is a difference." "So, could any morph mate with any other technically?" She asked. Marie frowned slightly. "Theoretically, I suppose so. But usually your mate will have a similar animal half." "Why is that?" A young female wolf morph asked. Marie frowned. "No one knows really. Scientists have just chalked it up to instincts." Marie turned to the board and began writing the assignment down for the day. "All right class, I want you to open your books to chapter one and read the introduction to the topic. Then, find the excerpt relating to your own animal genus and take notes on the things that make you different from the other types of animal morphs. Begin now." **** About ten minutes before 4pm, Ash entered the college building and stepped into the main office. "Excuse me, could you please tell me what room I may find Miss Marie Dower in?" The raccoon morph secretary looked up at him and smiled sweetly when she saw the bouquet of lilies he was holding. "Of course I can, young man. She is just down the hall, fifth door on the left. You may want to wait until the bell rings though. Today's class is female-only," she chuckled warmly. "Tell her that tomorrow's class is cancelled by the way, and to have fun." Ash smiled and nodded. "Thank you, ma'am." He exited the office and found the room with little difficulty. He peeked through the window on the door and blushed. Female anatomy class... Well, five more minutes couldn't hurt. **** Marie grew impatient as the clock slowly neared 4pm. She was almost about to scream as it moved to five till. Glancing around the classroom, she decided to let the class go early. It wasn't often done, but they had all finished the assignment anyway. "Well students, since you have behaved so well today, I have decided to let you all go early," Marie announced, smiling. "Have a good day and I will see you next week." She watched them file out the door and quickly packed her bag to go. Once they had all left, she rushed out the door, intent on getting outside as quickly as possible. She gasped in surprise as strong, gentle arms grabbed her and pulled her back. Chuckling, Ash sat her down on the bench and sat beside her. "Anxious, love?" Blushing furiously, Marie stared down at the floor and muttered, "No." "Could have fooled me," Ash chuckled as he pulled her close and kissed her muzzle. She started to purr and nuzzled against him. "Shut up," she pouted. She tried not to smile and failed. "I'm just so happy that you are real." He chuckled and laid the bouquet of lilies in her lap. "For you, my love." She purred happily and kissed him. "You are the only thing I need, Ashton." He pouted playfully. "I had a date planned and everything though." She giggled. "If it means that much to you..." She squealed as he suddenly scooped her up in his arms and kissed her. "You mean everything to me." Various hoots and sounds of congratulations echoed around them as he carried her outside to his car. Like a gentleman, he held the passenger door open and helped her inside before moving to the driver's side. He typed in the destination before turning to her with a grin. "I love you, Marie. Just finally meeting face to face makes me love you even more," he told her gently before kissing her. "I plan on getting to know you very well in the next twenty-four hours." She groaned softly as he gently kissed down to her neck. "What...about...my...classes?" "Cancelled," he purred softly. "The secretary told you to have fun." She moaned softly. "Ashton...if you keep doing that we are never going to leave this car." He pulled away with a grin. "We'll get to that eventually, I suppose." She rolled her eyes as she tried to control her breathing. "Where are we going, anyways?" "My uncle owns a restaurant. He said he would give me and my mate a free five course meal when I finally met her. It's his gift to all his close relatives." He turned back to the panel and smiled. "Almost there." She gasped when she saw the name of the restaurant -- Della Sirena. It was one of the best restaurants in town. So good, in fact, that you needed a reservation a week in advance. "Wow. The owner is really your uncle?" Marie gasped. Ashton smiled. "Yeah, it's kind of a family business too." He turned and pulled her close for a kiss. "Don't be nervous, ok? I love you." She nodded and kissed him back. "I know. I trust you Ashton." She smiled at him as he got out and opened the door for her. "You don't have to try so hard, Ashton," she told him gently. "I love you completely as it is." "I'm not trying to impress you, love," Ash told her with a grin. "You are the best thing in the world to me so I plan to treat you like a queen." Marie blushed and followed him inside without responding. The waiter led them to a private room with one way glass so that no one could see in. He left them with a couple of menus and instructions to press the buzzer when they were ready. Ash turned to her with a mischievous look. "This room is nicknamed the love nest. My uncle only lets family members and their mates use it..." He chuckled softly. "I have it reserved for as long as I need today." Marie flushed crimson. "My god...you've really planned this out haven't you?" "Not really," he chuckled. "I just planned ahead." She made a point of avoiding his eyes and opening her menu. "Wow...I don't know any Italian..." She frowned and peeked up at him sheepishly. "Can you recommend anything?" He chuckled. "Well, my mother recommends the Pancetta which is basically Italian bacon. But my uncle also offers steak for those customers that are meat lovers." "Oh...I'll probably just take a rare steak..." She frowned. "You can pick the rest, but I don't eat vegetables." Ashton smiled. "Few carnivores do, love." He pressed the buzzer and within thirty seconds the waiter was back. "Have you decided on your meal, Signore e Signora?" He asked politely, holding up his pad. "Yes. For the appetizer, we will have the Braciola. For the soup, the traditional Italian Wedding soup, minus the vegetables. For the salad, we will have a fruit salad with Cannoli cream. For the main course, two rare steaks with conchiglie and orecchiette in marinara sauce. And we will order dessert later." Ashton turned back to Marie and smiled. "What would you like to drink?" "Do they have anything other than wine?" She asked softly. He chuckled softly. "For the drinks, we will have the Bicerin." "Very good, signore. The food will be out shortly," the waiter announced politely and exited the room. Ashton studied Marie as she played with the edge of her shawl. "Are you ok, Marie?" "Yeah," She replied quietly. "Just, um, distracted." "By what?" He asked gently. She continued to play with her shawl and not answer. He sighed and kneeled down beside her. "Honey, please tell me." She frowned and looked at him. "I'm fine. Just nervous." Ashton sighed and kissed her hard. "I told you not to worry." He frowned as her pupils widened and she flushed red. "Hmm..." He mused quietly. He pulled out his cell phone and filed off a request to his uncle to postpone the food until further notice. Marie watched him with an unusual awareness of his every move and frowned. "What are you doing?" She watched as he locked the door and led her over to a bed set into the floor. He turned to her and kissed her gently. "Please. Lay down." She sat down but watched him with a confused expression. "Is something wrong with me?" "No," he chuckled softly. "Honey...you are in heat." A Dream Come True Ch. 03 Chapter III of the A Dream Coming True. If you haven't already read them, you may want to start with chapters I and II. * I stood on my front porch pondering the situation at hand. My wife had just finished giving her old boyfriend, Jack, the most erotic blowjob I had ever seen. I can't help but feeling that my taunting has lead to what occurred. Now I was left with a decision; should I let things play themselves out, - not likely -- or confront my wife, who was acting like a tramp. I must have lost track of time, because before I knew it, Beth had disappeared from the driveway and I heard her coming in the back-door. She headed up the steps and straight into the bathroom. It wasn't long before I heard the shower running; she obviously wanted to clean up the sticky residue that Jack had deposited on her. I made the decision it was time for us to have a little chat about her escapade. When I walked into the bathroom, Beth must have heard me because she stuck her heard from behind the curtain and practically jumped out of her skin. "Jesus Christ Ryan! You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing out of bed? Did I wake you?" I was about to jump into my line of questioning when Beth continued, "Since you're up, go wait in the other room while I finish my shower. We need to talk." With that, she pulled her head back behind the curtain and continued with her shower. I decided to let this play out. I wanted to see what exactly was on Beth's mind, although I thought I had a pretty good idea. I retreated to the kitchen figuring this would be a good time for a shot of scotch on the rocks. I was seated at the table about halfway through my drink, when Beth came walking in. She was still half-wet from the shower, and had a purple towel wrapped around her. The top of the towel was tucked snugly together, only covering about two-thirds of her tits and the bottom was just long enough to cover her ass. What a sight to behold Beth is, an exotic beauty, she's part Asian and part Native American Indian. At 5'4" tall Beth has jet black shoulder length hair, smooth olive tone skin, and brown eyes that have a slight far-east slant. Beth has a petite yet athletic body, a beautiful round ass, and a pair of the most perfect 34C tits that I have ever laid my eyes on. I had to marvel at how she was able to keep up her body. For a woman in her late twenties, and having a child that she breast fed, her tits have remained remarkably firm. She has been working out faithfully over the last few months, her arms are tone and legs slender, Beth's abs have tightened very nicely they've even started to develop a faint but noticeable ripple effect. I took a big swig and polishing off the last of my drink, I set the glass on the table. Without a word, Beth walked over to me, took the bottle of scotch, poured a shot into my glass and proceeded to drink it down in one smooth motion. Beth stood there a moment, letting the scotch go to work warming her insides; I'm venturing a guess that she needed a bit of liquid courage. Beth straddled me with her alluring legs, placing the empty crystal rocks glass carefully on the table; she rested a hand against my chest. I could feel the heat from her palm through my thin t-shirt, and I shuddered as she leaned coyly towards me. Her teeth nipped my ear gently and then I heard her smoky soft voice; "I've been a bad girl Ryan." Before I had a chance to respond, Beth straightened up and slowly opened the front of the towel that concealed her body. She held it wide open with both arms spread. Posing for just a split-second, she let it drop to the floor. Her tits were just about at eye level, her nipples hard and pointed. The little triangle landing strip of very short hair just above her pussy revealed her bright pink lips. There was little doubt that Beth was still extremely aroused from the stimulation administered by Jack not so long ago. Beth took a few steps towards me, and placed one leg on each side of the chair, her legs spread just enough for her pussy lips to begin parting for me. Picking up the bottle of scotch she poured another shot, putting the glass to her lips she downed half of it offering me what remained. Never breaking eye contact I took the glass and slugged down the offering. Beth took the glass from me with a trembling hand and placed it back on the table. Without breaking eye contact, she reached into my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. My cock was swelling rapidly in her firm grip. Beth then gently lowered herself onto my throbbing member. Christ; I couldn't believe how hot she was inside. With my cock fully buried in her sweet little pussy, she began rocking her hips, back and forth, ever so slowly. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she continued this for several minutes. Not stopping her rhythm, Beth finally spoke. "You know I love you with all my heart, don't you Ryan?" "Of course I do, just like I love you. Why do you ask such a question?" Stopping her motion just for an instant and gazing into my eyes Beth began her confession; "Because I told you, I've been a bad girl." Beth then continued her methodical movements. She obviously didn't know that I had seen her little frolic with Jack, so I decide to play along and let Beth tell me what's on her mind. "Yes Beth, you already told me that you've been bad, but why do you say that? What have you done that's so bad?" Stopping her motions again and with a much more serious tone Beth continued. "Do you remember last month when Jack stopped over?" "Yes I recall." "Well, do you recall that you were kind of teasing me, trying to get me worked up and all excited, do you remember that? Do you remember trying to get me to recall how it was to...umm...you know - to fool around with Jack"? "Yeah I recall Beth, I was teasing you. Trying to get you all hot and bothered, and if I remember, it worked fairly well." "If you recall, I also warned you that you had better be careful what you wish for." Beth started rocking her hips back and forth again, grinding herself on my shaft. She paused a moment to consider her next words. "I kind of..., well..., started talking to Jack on the phone from time to time. It was innocent at first and then things sort of got carried away." "Carried away - how so?" "Do you remember the night when you saw me in the living room? I was, you know, preoccupied." "You mean the night you were playing with yourself, don't you?" I could tell Beth's was starting to get more worked up. She had stopped her rocking motion and had started bouncing on my lap sliding her soft lips up and down the entire length of my shaft. I found myself thinking back to that night. Beth had been sitting in my lazy-boy chair with her heels propped up on the footrest, and her knees spread apart. I had stood there and watched in amazement as she gave her pussy a thorough finger-fucking. I had thought I was hidden from her view, only to find out latter she had known I was watching the whole time. "Go on Beth - carried away how?" I grabbed both her tits and placing my mouth over one nipple I began sucking aggressively. "Well, Jack got me all worked up on the phone. That's why I was playing with myself." I stopped sucking on her hardened, pink nip long enough to continue my questioning. "Tell me Beth, how did Jack get you all worked up?" Sliding my hands down to her hips, I was helping her bounce up and down on my cock. Beth's pace quickened and I knew I couldn't last much longer. "He told me how hot he got when he was here last month, how his heart was pounding when I touched his chest, how he almost lost it in his pants when I touched him." "You mean he almost lost it when you gave him a kiss and rubbed the crotch of his pants, is that what you mean?" "Yes." Beth's eyes were starting to get a glossy look to them. "What else did Jack say?" "He said that because I got to touch his dick he should get to, you know, get to touch me. He told me when he sees me next that I should let him play with my tits. Jack told me that he going play with them, massage them, and tickle and tease my nipples until I let him," Pausing for a moment, Beth tried to regain her composure. "Until what?" "Until I let him play with my pussy." "Did you tell him that you would let him play with your pussy?" "Yes, but I told him if he gets to play with my pussy that I get to play with his big dick. Then he asked what I planned on doing with his big dick." "And what did you tell him?" "I told him that I was going to play with it - that I was going to take his big cock in both hands and stroke him tell he cum's. Then he asked if stroking his cock was all that I would do for him." "And what did you tell him?" "I said that if I'm in the mood and that if he's real lucky, that I might suck on his cock." "Then he told me that if I was a good girl he would let me suck his big cock and that if I was really a good girl he would take his dick and slide it between my legs into my tight pussy." I couldn't take any more of this, I lifted Beth off my lap and sat her on the edge of the kitchen table, "lean back and speed your legs, if you're going to act like a slut then I going to treat you like a slut." With a startled look on her face Beth did as I command, leaning back on her elbows she spread her legs wide for me. I have to admit I surprised myself also; I have never talked to Beth like that before. "See what happens when you tease a man too far," I held her legs open and shoved my dick into her pussy as deep as I could go. "Oh God that feels fucking good Ryan, fuck me with your hard cock." I bent forward and pressed my lips hard against Beth's, and started fucking her with long hard strokes. With each forceful trust forward Beth would let out a little whimper. It wasn't long before Beth tilted her head back and begged for me to fuck her harder. I quickened my pace and soon after I started pumping my load of cum into Beth's hotness sending her over the top along with me. Her pussy contracted around my cock as I finished shooting everything I had deep inside her. Completely out of breath we rested for a moment; I leaned my head on her shoulder. "Fuck Ryan, I needed that so bad. I love you." "I love you too." Gathering my thoughts I spoke again, still slightly out of breath. "So Beth, you had phone sex with Jack; is that what you needed to tell me?" "Yes, Ryan I'm so sorry. That's why you caught me playing with myself. When Jack told me that he was going to put his dick in me I heard you coming down the hall so I hung up the phone. I was so hot I could stop, I knew you were standing their watching me, but I didn't care, I needed to cum so bad." Pausing, Beth looked deep into my eyes. "Ryan, there's more." Beth had a nervous look in her eye and she started to stand up. Quickly, with my hands on her hips, I pushed her back down. "Tell me Beth Just how much more is there!" Beth was trying to say something but nothing came out, her eyes were stating to water. She must have thought that she's was now in deep shit. I wasn't going to let her off the hook easily. "I'm waiting Beth - how much more?" Beth got off the table and gently pushed me back so I was again seated in the chair. She climbed back on my lap and speaking very softly, Beth finally responded, looking down so her eyes would avoid mine. "Well, Jack called me tonight and he ...umm... he well, he stopped over here a few hours ago." "It's almost 4:00 o'clock in the morning Beth. What time did Jack stop over?" "Around 2:00 o'clock, but that's not important. What I'm trying to tell you is that we kind of ...umm... fooled around a little bit." In a very stern voice I continued. "A little bit Beth, how the hell can you fool around a little bit?" "Well, we were sitting in the front seat of his van just talking..." "Just talking about what?" "Just stuff, you know. Like I said we were just taking and Jack's hands started to roam." "Roam? Roaming where?" "To these." Taking both my hands, Beth guided them to her tits. "I tried to protest Ryan, but Jack wouldn't stop. He just kept playing with them - you know how I love to have my tits played with - then he started flicking and rolling my nipples between his fingers." "You mean like this." I started to firmly kneading those lovely, olive toned boobs of hers. Her tits are so sensitive; it only took seconds before the big brown nipples became rigid. "Oh yes, just like that, I kind of lost myself and before I knew it Jack was sucking on one of my boobs and playing with the other." "So you just sat there and Jack play with and suck on your tits. What else did you let Jack play with Beth?" Taking one tit into my mouth I sucked on it firmly while rolling the nipple of her other between my fingers." I was quickly becoming hard all over again; Beth began rocking her hips, rubbing her slit over my stiffing shaft. There was no apprehension in her voice when she spoke this time. "I let him touch me." I would have responded, but Beth pulled my head tight against her breasts, not wanting me to stop the attention that I was giving them. Beth whispered seductively in my ear, "I let him touch my pussy Ryan; I let him slide his finger inside of me. I'm sorry Ryan, but it felt so good, I couldn't stop him." For a moment she stopped her rocking. "Ryan, your cock feels so big I need it inside me again." I lifted Beth off my lap, arranging myself at her opening; I smiled and pushed her down on my hardening meat. "Oh -- fuck," she gasped. "You're enjoying this aren't you Ryan?" Ignoring the question I placed my hands on her hips and started lifting Beth up and down, and began to give my wife a good fucking. "So you let Jack play with your pussy. You let him put his fingers inside you. Did you cum for him Beth? Did you cum like your almost cumming now?" Beth was almost there again; her juices were running down my shaft onto my balls. I continued to pump my cock in and out of her. "Yes!" "What else did you let him do to you? Did he pull out his dick for you? Did you let him slid it between your legs?" "No, but..." Beth was now bouncing up and down on me at a feverish pace. "Just fuck me harder Ryan. I'm cumming again - please fuck me harder!" I couldn't hold back any longer. For the second time in just a few minutes I emptied myself into my wife's womb. Beth used her pelvic muscles to clamp herself around my dick squeezing every drop of cum out of me. We were both breathing heavily, with my arms wrapped around her I pulled Beth tight to me - our hot sweaty bodies pressing against each other we kissed passionately. Finally, we broke our kiss and rested, but just for a moment. Then I began again. "Ok Beth - you said "no but." Is there something else that you were going to tell me?" "Yes, I sort of kind of, well I kind of, oh shit Ryan, I gave Jack a blow-job, ok? I don't know why I did it, I just did. When he was done playing with my pussy he pulled his dick out and asked me if I want to play with it. I grabbed him and started stroking it. I was just going to play with him at first, but before I knew I had him in my mouth and I was sucking his dick. And before you ask, yes I made him cum. He shot his hot cum all over me - all over my face and all over my tits. There I said it. I'm sorry Ryan." We both stayed silent for a few minutes, waiting to see who would speak first. "We are not done talking about this Beth. Right now I need to take a quick shower and get to bed; the sun will be up soon." Leaving Beth sitting there and I went off to the bathroom. I figured this is a good place to end the conversation; so I decided to let her stew until morning. Crawling into bed after my shower, I found Beth already there, curled up in a ball and fast asleep. With my head spinning between my emotions and scotch, I lay there and tried to anticipate -"What's next?" "What's next?" That was the last thing that I remembered from the night before. With the sun beaming in through the bedroom blinds, I tried to pry my eyes open to get my bearings. Beth was still sleeping soundly, and 9:00 AM was the reading on the alarm clock. I decided I had better get up and clear my head before she awoke. After the morning rituals and a hot cup of coffee, I headed out to the back deck to catch some morning sun and to assess the situation. As I saw it, Beth and I had always had a good relationship; communications lines between us had always been pretty open. Beth normally lets me in on her feelings and thoughts, and sex has always been good - sometimes very good. However, Beth had always been uncomfortable talking to me about what turned her on. I was never sure if it seemed taboo to her, but I usually had to pry to get that type of information out of her. Beth always told me she never really liked to play with herself - that had obviously been proven wrong. We had watch porn together from time to time and while she wouldn't admit it, I'm pretty sure that turned her on. What she seemed to like the most about the porn flicks were the male stares that were well built with nice bodies, broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and rock hard abs. And, if the guy just happen to be well endowed, well that was all the better. If I could catch her in the right mood, I would ask if she would like to fuck a stud like that. More often than not, in the heat of the moment, the answer was, "yes, I suppose I would." We have both fantasized about engaging in a ménage à trois, whether with another man, or another woman, Beth has been semi-open to the notion of experimentation. Now my predicament was, do I attempt to put an end to this, and let the fantasy be just that, or do I push the envelope and let things play out? Lost in thought the sound of the patio door startled me back to reality. Beth appeared barefoot, she was wearing a light weight short sleeve white cotton robe, and she presented me with a hot cup of fresh brewed coffee. To go with the coffee she had made me breakfast - eggs over medium, bacon, fried potatoes and whole wheat toast. Beth sure knew how to get to a man's heart - sex and food, not necessarily in that order. Her hair was still in a mess, and her eyes, squinting in the morning sun, looked bloodshot. I was pretty sure Beth had nothing on underneath her robe, and when she leaned over the table my assumption was confirmed. The top of the robe fell open giving me an eyeful of her perfectly shaped 34C, breasts. I don't know how, but those big, brown nipples still appeared to be hard. I'm pretty sure Beth knew that she was giving me a show; she's well aware of my affinity with tits, especially hers. "Morning sunshine, did you sleep well last night?" "Not particularly, I'm feeling kind of crappy right now. Go enjoy your breakfast, I need to have my coffee and enjoy the sun for a few minutes - so no questions please." Beth pulled a lounger next to me so she could face the warm late-summer sun, she plopped herself down, closed her eyes and took a sip of coffee. I let her relax in peace. My mind was still turning with all of the events that had transpired over the last day, I took in the surrounding scenery trying to take my mind of Beth. Its mid-September in the upper mid-west, summer seems to come and go like the blink of an eye. The robins, cardinals and mourning doves are still busy in the yard, the fragrant smell of the roses and lilies which Beth so painstakingly tends to still fill the air. Thinking to myself, 'enjoy this now, in a few short weeks this will all be a memory.' Sitting up Beth undid the tie that held her robe together; she opened it and let it fall from her shoulders. I had been right; Beth was completely nude underneath the robe. Lying back down, my usually demure wife suddenly seemed completely comfortable soaking up the sun in the buff. A Dream Come True Ch. 03 "Excuse me, but don't you think the neighbors might say something?" "Don't be silly, no one can see me over the rose hedges or around the privacy fence, I'm fine." Shimmering under the sun; her once natural olive complexion had darkened over the summer, it was now a deep rich golden brown. I never recalled her getting sun burnt, it must be because of her Asian-Native American blood. Beth usually suns herself in a modest bikini so I can definitely tell where the tan line are, two fairly large triangle swatches, one over each breast, and the bikini bottom tan lines down below. She may not wear one of those micro-bikinis, but damn, she fills out the ones that she normally wears very nicely. Over the next hour Beth let her body soak up the sun's rays. Her tan lines were all but faded now; she stirred only a few times, just enough to tip her head up to take another sip of coffee. With her eyes still closed she finally spoke. "Ryan, are you still there?" "I'm still here." "Can we talk now? I'm starting to feel better." "Sure Beth, we can talk now." "What were we last talking about, were did we leave off?" "You had just given Jack a blow-job. That's where we left off." "Oh," Beth had a hesitation in her voice, "I really am sorry Ryan, you know that don't you?" "Yes, you already told me you're sorry Beth." "Well, I think I told you that I did not let him stick his umm 'you know' in me." "Yes, you told me that you didn't let him fuck you." "You don't have to say it like that." "How else am I supposed to say it Beth - please tell me?" Beth eyes were open; I could see that they are starting to water up. "Sorry Beth, what were you trying to tell me?" "No Ryan, I'm the one who needs to say I'm sorry, I just don't know what came over me. With all of the teasing that Jack had been doing, I just liked the attention I guess." "So are you telling me that I don't pay enough attention to you?" Tipping her head up and looking straight at me with her beautiful brown eye's "No, I didn't mean it like that, it's just - I don't know -- it's just something new I suppose." "Something new - is that it? You want something or should I say someone new?" "No not someone new, just something different. We have talked about trying different things up in our sex lives, but we have never done anything about it, it's always just been talk." "So you think you might want it to be more than just talk?" "Christ, I don't know Ryan. I guess I thought that maybe you want me too, or us too you know, be more adventurous. Beside, you're the one who always bring it up; you're the one who teased me. You're the one who put your hands down my pants with Jack sitting right next to me." Putting her head back down Beth closed her eyes. I spoke slowly, figuring that I had better choose my words carefully. "I have a question for you Beth. It seems that we have opened Pandora's Box, whether it was intentional or not I think it's a moot point. The question now is do you want to put the lid back on?" Beth seemed to just be lying there pondering the question at hand. "I think it could be adventurous for us Ryan." "Adventurous in what ways Beth - do you mean fun, different, exciting, what?" "I think it would be all of that Ryan. But what about you, if you were to let me fool around with Jack do you think you could handle seeing your wife with another man?" That, was the million dollar question, I had to contemplate before answering. Beth had just put the ball back in my court so to speak, but unbeknownst to her, I had seen her and Jack together last night. Sure, Beth had told me about it, but seeing it was completely different. My emotions had run the gamut; jealousy, anger, confusion, lust, anxiety and love - just to name a few. "I suppose that I could if..., if it makes you happy Beth. I don't want to pressure you, but if you would like to try stretching our boundaries, then it's okay with me. But, and this is a pretty big 'but' Beth, before we do I think we need to settle some issues and get everything out in the open." "Issues, what issues?" "You know what the issues are, for one; we both need to be aware of each other feelings. If either of us feels uncomfortable I think we need to stop. And no hiding things Beth, things like mid-night rendezvous -- are we clear, do we have an understanding?" "Yes Ryan, we're clear." "One more thing; I think this has to be a two-way street." "Oh, two way street - I was waiting for that part," Beth stated in a somewhat sarcastic voice. "Are you trying to say that if I get to have other men then you get to have other women, is that it?" "It's just not that simple, what I meant to say was." "I know what you mean; just admit it I know what you're up to. Let me see, if you let Jack and me you get together, then you will want me to let you get together with someone. Hum.... let me see who would you like that someone to be? I bet I know; I think you've always had the hot's for Jack's wife Shannon. Go figure - you men are all the same. Just because she's a blond with big boobs you all go goo-goo. Let's just say, we have to see how it goes Ryan, I'm not letting that tramp steal you away from me." I really don't get it; Beth was the one who broke up with Jack way back when, not the other way around, so why all the friction between Beth and Shannon? It must be a woman thing. From what I know, the few times that I have seen them in the same room together they tended to be a little catty towards each other. Beth got up off the lounge chair, leaving her robe behind. Strolling over to me - completely nude - she bent over and gave me a kiss while sliding her hand into the front of my shorts. "Damm excited again I see, just talking about a Blond with big tits and you're ready to go." She stroked me several times before removing her hand, "If I didn't know any better Ryan I would say that you and Jack are in on this together." How the hell can women know things like that, can they read our minds or are we male's just that damm transparent. Beth then proceeded to Pick up the coffee cups and breakfast plates and prance off to the house. Just before she disappeared from view, she turned her head back. "By the way, I'm going shopping with Hanna. Be a dear and do your yard chores while were gone will you we won't be long." Shopping - Hanna's and Beth's favorite past time. Getting those two sisters together in the mall can create some serious damage to my credit card balance. The rest of the day was a blur. I did a few things around the yard, and then came in to watch the ball game. Before I knew it, Beth was standing over me shaking me to wake up. "Back from shopping already?" "Already, I've been home for two hours. It's six o'clock; get up and go take a shower while I make dinner." Six o'clock? Damm I slept most of the day away; probably because I didn't get any sleep last night. After a quick shower and shave I walked into the bedroom and noticed that Beth had laid out some new cloths for me. I hollered down into the kitchen, "Hey Beth what am I suppose to do with these cloths?" "Put them on - what do you think? Hurry up we're having company for dinner." Company, damm, she always has something planned; I got dressed and proceeded downstairs. "Who's coming over for dinner? Why didn't you tell me before?" "Just take the wine and glass outside while I finish with dinner. I'll be there in a few minutes." I grabbed a bottle of Merlot Reserve and the glasses that Beth had on a tray - 'A superb Merlot with great structure and finesse, a chorus of jam, tea, and mineral flavors join with subtle bittersweet chocolate notes' - at least that what the label on the bottle said. It didn't strike me until I saw Jack sitting at the table as to why I only had three wine glasses; apparently Jack was our only dinner guest. Placing everything on the table and trying to keep my voice down, "Jack, what's the hell is going on?" "Don't ask me, I have no idea, Beth just called me a few hours ago and told me to get cleaned up and come over for dinner, so here I am." Damn, Beth sure could work fast. "Jack I'm pretty sure Beth has an idea of what we're up to." I needed to talk to Jack about what had occurred between Beth and him. Unfortunately, I didn't have time before Beth came walking out the patio door. It's sufficed to say that Jack and I have had several conversations about getting together with each other's wives; I just hadn't planned on it happening the way it had. I didn't notice before, perhaps because I was rushed so, but Beth looked absolutely stunning. She had on a sundress - one that I had never seen before it was reddish-orange in color with floral patterns throughout. She must have purchased it earlier that day. The skirt was short and flowed loosely around her firm thighs, exposing them to the world. From the waist up it accentuated her curves, fitting snuggly around her belly then up to and over her breasts. Even though the material covered Beth's chest there was plenty of cleavage exposed for Jacks and my viewing pleasure. To complete her outfit, she's wore a pair of modest yet sexy white open toe sandals, her jet-black hair had been carefully curled and her make-up was done to perfection, Beth looked like a model ready for a photo shoot. "Dinner is served. Pour us some wine, Ryan will you please." Uncorking the bottle I filled each of our glasses with the deep red nectar of the gods - a perfect complement to the steaks, sweet potatoes and asparagus that Beth had prepared for us. The dinner conversation was light, most of it revolving around Jack, and what his plans were in the future. Jack had been here for most of the summer looking for work; Shannon had stayed behind because she had a fulltime job that supplied them with a study yet limited income. It also turned out that Jack was leaving for Florida the next day, this explained Beth's haste in arranging dinner. Jack was planning on spending the winter in Florida and returning for good in the spring with Shannon. This, of course, was under the presumption that he could find a full time job here. By the time dinner ended we had finished off two bottles of wine. I excused myself to go inside and get a third bottle, and Beth followed directly behind me with the dinner plates. "Be a sweetheart Ryan and put on some music. I think I feel like dancing tonight. I'll get the wine." I turned on the stereo and put on some soft dancing music - Marvin Gay. Beth always liked him. The outdoor speaks filled the night air with the soft sound of jazz, and Beth came strolling outside with another bottle of wine. Beth poured out two more glasses and handed one to Jack. Drinking half of her own, she then placed the glass to my lips and I finished the rest. Setting the empty glass beside an anxious -looking Jack, she tugged at my hand. "Dance with me Ryan." She shot Jack a sultry look over her shoulder as we moved away from the table. "Don't worry Jack; your turn's coming." I pulled Beth close, she rested her head on my shoulder, and her free hand on my chest. The heat from our bodies radiated against each other as we slowly moved around the deck. I could feel Jack watching us intently as I danced with my wife. As the second song was ending, Beth looked deeply into my eyes. "Are you sure you're okay Ryan?" "Yes Beth I'm fine. How about you?" "Yes, I'm okay." She placed her sweet lips to mine and for a moment it was our tongues doing the dancing. I was breathless by the time she pulled away. "Do you think I can dance with Jack now?" Taking Beth by the hand I escorted her to the table. Lifting her hand high in the air, Beth did a pirouette in front of him. "Your turn Jack." Jack stood; taking Beth's hand from mine he guided her to an open area off the deck. Jack took Beth's right hand in his left, and placed his right on the small of her back, barely able to reach Jack shoulder Beth leaned her head against Jack and placed her hand on his chest. Sitting back, I enjoyed another glass of wine and watched the two danced for several songs. By the end of the third song Jacks hand was no longer on the small of Beth's back, it had traveling south, resting firmly on her ass. Beth's hands also began to wander. She had Jack's shirt unbuttoned and was gently rubbing his bare chest. Jack tilted his head down and gave Beth a soft kiss on the lips, and as they continued dancing Beth stood on her tiptoes and whispered something to Jack. I didn't know what it was but it must have given him the green light. Moving both hands beneath the back of Beth's dress Jack lifted it and started caressing her exposed ass. Beth's head tipped back, giving Jack access to her slender neck - an invitation which he readily accepted. He began kissing his way from the tip of her chin down to the base of her neck, tipping her head sideways she stared directly into my eyes, Beth's hand moved down Jack chest. She traced over his stomach past his belt until she reach the evident bulged protruding from his pants. As Beth gently massaged Jack through his pants he let out a soft but audible moan. Beth smiled devilishly at me and mouthed, "I love you." Releasing the hold he had on Beth's ass, Jack grabbed her by the wrist and began leading her into the house; putting up no resistance Beth followed him obediently. Peering back just as they were passing through the doorway she sang back to me. "Bring some more wine Ryan." Venturing into the house with what's left of the last bottle of wine, I saw that Beth had dimed the lights and ignited the gas fireplace. Jack was seated on the couch, and in front of him; Beth was dancing slowly by herself, moving rhythmically to the soft jazz. I emptied the bottle into three glasses, gave one to Jack, handed one to Beth and kept one for myself. Glass in hand, Beth reach around my neck and pulled me close. With her free hand she undid the buttons of my shirt, and the belt buckle of my pants. Sliding her hand inside she took a firm hold of my cock and began pumping me slowly up and down. Putting her lips close to my ear, she whispered, "I hope your okay with this Ryan, there's no turning back now." "I'm good as long as you are Beth. What about Jack - everything okay for him?" "What do you think? He's more than okay. I told him that he's the boss tonight and he can do whatever he pleases with me. I suppose that goes for you too Ryan. Your wishes will be my commands." Releasing her grip on me Beth went back to dancing for Jack, once again moving slowly to the rhythm of the music. Finishing the last of her wine Beth placed her glass on the fireplace mantle; her hands were now free to roam over her own body. From the tops of her shoulders they traveled slowly downward, stopping momentarily at her breasts just long enough to squeezing and fondled each of them. Continuing her decent they moved over her tummy to her pelvic region. The entire time Beth never stopped swaying to the beat of the music. With the palms of both hands Beth pressed against her inner thighs and womanhood. Then taking hold of the bottom hem of her dress, she lifted it ever so slowly; just enough to give Jack a glance of her treasure. From my vantage point I could see that Beth had shaved herself, there was not a trace of hair anywhere on my wife's pussy. My heart was beating what felt like a million miles a minute; Beth was breathing very heavily and her hands were trembling as she continued her dance. Jack remained on the couch, almost expressionless, sipping his wine, and staring directly at Beth as if to say, 'Carry on; I will let you know when you are pleasing me.' Lowering her dress, Beth continued with the erotic performance. Stepping back she reached behind herself and pulled at the tie which was holding the dress closed. As the tie came undone, the front opened - exposing my wife's naked body for Jack. The dress gracefully fell to the floor, Beth now stood completely nude except for the white heeled sandals that she wore. Without a word, Jack stood and handed his wine glass to Beth. She drank the last from it as Jack removed his shirt. He then undid his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor alongside Beth's dress. Jack was now standing naked only inches from my wife - his manhood stuck straight out poking Beth straight in the bellybutton. Seeing Jack's dick close up confirmed what I had initially thought; it was big. He wasn't obscenely big, maybe 8 or 9 inches, and very thick - definitely large enough to make a women happy. Gazing into Beth's eyes, Jack place a hand on each of her shoulders and forced her to her knees. Holding the base of his dick and balls with one hand and placing the other behind Beth's head, Jack began forcing his cock between my wife's lips. Because Beth's mouth was still full of wine she tried to put up some resistance, but it was to no avail. As the head of Jacks dick slid into her mouth the red nectar began drip down her chin. Down Beth's neck, onto her upper chest then over her breasts the wine trickled, forming tiny red droplets at the end of each nipple, eventually dropping to the floor. Beth let the glass she held fall to the carpet. Replacing Jacks hand with hers, she cupped his balls with one and placed the other tightly around his shaft. Jack now placed both hand behind Beth's head as he slowly eased his cock further into her mouth. "Oh that's it Beth. You are so fucking good at that," as she slowly worked her lips up and down Jacks member. Jack quickened his pace; he now had a methodical rhythm sliding his cock down my wife's throat then back out. With each withdrawal the veins on his shaft became move evident, the purple head of his dick would almost make its way out before descending back into Beth mouth. "Do you miss this Beth? Do you miss sucking my cock?" With only a low "umm" as a response, Beth's eyes made contact with mine to make sure that I'm still okay. Discarding my pants and shirt onto the pile along with the rest, I knelt down behind my wife. Pressing my chest against her back and wrapping my arms around her front, I grabbed each of her tits and started massaging them. The heat from Beth's flesh was intense, her body felt as if it were on fire, I started lightly kissing the back of her neck. Jack continued fucking Beth's mouth, and I was kissing my way from one shoulder up the base of her neck to her ear, across to the other then back down the other side. Moving my hand down between her legs, I found her bare pussy to be unbelievably hot; I parted her lips and slid my fingers into her steaming cunt which brought out a low moan from deep in her throat, she was so wet I could swear she had already cum. As I slid my fingers in and out of Beth, Jack pulled his throbbing dick from her mouth, falling forward she was now on her hands and knees, "Someone please fuck me," Beth commanded. I looked up at Jack and gave him a faint nod; Jack reached down under Beth's arms and stood her up. I took a blanket from the couch and placing it on the coffee table and Jack placed Beth upon it. Bending forward until their lips meant, they began kissing passionately, as they were kissing Jack leaned Beth backwards until she was sprawled out the table. Kneeling before her and placing a hand on each knee he spread Beth's legs wide, exposing her beautiful pussy. Beth's inviting lips were pink, and glistening with moisture. Taking the head of his hard cock Jack rubbed it ever so gently against the softness of those swollen lips, "Is this what you want Beth," resting it at the entrance of her pussy. Looking at me with her big brown eyes Beth didn't responded; not waiting for a reply Jack eased the tip of his dick between her lips. A Dream Come True Ch. 03 Beth's pussy began stretching to accommodate Jacks size, "I asked is this what you want." Beth's head tilted back, she arched her back off the table pushing her pelvis up towards Jack, "Yes, I need you in me." Grabbing Beth by the hips, with one forceful thrust forward, Jack buried his entire cock deep into my wife's cunt. "Oh my God Jack, that's feels good." Jack slowly pulled all the way out then buried himself again, he repeated this movement again, then again, and again, increasing his speed each time until he reached a steady pace of fucking my wife. Reaching up and putting her arms around the back of Jack neck, "yes Jack, fuck me," Beth pleaded. Kneeling down by the side of the table I turned Beth's face towards me, and taking my cock I slid it between her lips. Holding her head with one hand and grabbing one of her tits with my other, I started pumping my dick in and out of her mouth. Jack's cock was working Beth over like a jack hammer; her legs were now wrapped around Jacks back allowing him to penetrate her as deep as he could go. We continued tandem fucking of my wife for several minutes before I got the feeling that she was ready to cum. Every muscle in her body started to tense up, her eyes glazed over and began watering. Beth tried letting out a scream, but I held my cock firming in her mouth not allowing her to stop the blow-job, the only sound that came out was low muffled moans. I could not last much long; the feeling of my dick in Beth's mouth along with the sight of her being fucked was enough to push me over the edge. I began pumping my load of cum into her, normally Beth swallows whatever I give her, but having so much pent-up sexual tension lately I was cumming like crazy. My sperm leaked from the corners of her mouth as I emptied myself. When I Finished, I sat back on the couch I watched as Jack continued having his way with Beth. With her legs were still tightly wrapped around him, Jack bent over and put his arms around her back and stood up lifting Beth into the air. Making his way to the opposite end of the couch from where I was Jack sat down. Beth was now on top straddling Jack, and she was the one doing all of the work, bouncing relentlessly up and down on his ridged cock. Jack took a firm hold of both tits, tweaking her nipples, "God Beth your pussy is tight, fuck me, fuck me with your tight little Asian pussy." Squeezing her tits together, Jake took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. "Fuck I'm cumming Jack, fuck me Jack, fuck me harder, fuck me with your big cock, cum for me, cum inside me cum inside me now Jack." Beth's body tensed and shivered, Jack started filling her with his seamen, with each thrust into her pussy Jack pumped more cum into my wife. When Jack finished Beth collapsed onto his chest, both breathing heavily and both completely cover in sweat, they kissed softly. Breaking the kiss, Beth looked at Jack, and then at me, without saying a word Beth got off Jack's lap and ran into the bathroom. He and I both sat there speechless; there was nothing to be said at that moment. We just sat there and tried to put everything that had just happened in perspective. Several minutes passed before Beth appeared from the bathroom she looked as though she had just showered, hair wet and a towel wrapped around her. "Go take a shower Jack we'll wait out here." Jack got up and disappeared into the bathroom, Beth then turned her attention to me, "Are you all right Ryan." "I think so; I mean yea, I'm alright I think, how about you Beth, are you okay." "Yes, I'm fine; but I'm worried about you." "I just want you, I mean us to be happy Beth." "I am happy Ryan thank you," standing in front of me Beth opened the towel letting it drop to the floor, "now it's your turn." Straddling my lap and taking my cock in her hand she worked on me until I was hard again. Beth then lowered herself guiding me into her moist hot pussy. "Oh that's feels so nice, cum for me. Make love to me, make love to me and cum for me Ryan." Embracing Beth and kissing her deeply our lovemaking was gently, soft and passionate, orgasming in unison and filling her for the second time of the night, only this time it was with my cum. Emerging from the bathroom Jack came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, "Looks like Jacks done Ryan, your turn, go take a shower I'm ready to turn in for the night, I'm exhausted." giving me one more kiss Beth got up from my lap. Still feeling the effects of the wine and letting the warm water run over my body, I felt as if I had been in some type of a time warp. Everything that happened over the past few hours seemed like it took place in minutes. My head was in a fog, I tried to recount the events that had taken place, and my emotions were still on a wild rollercoaster ride. When I came out from the bathroom the house was dark, all the lights had been turned off and the fireplace extinguished. There was just enough moon light coming in through the windows to illuminate the rooms, I glanced around and they were empty. I saw a dim light coming from upstairs; I followed it up the stair case and into our bedroom, naked on our king sized bed Jack was laying his back, next to him embraced in a kiss was Beth slowly stroked his half flaccid cock. Beth noticed as I approached the opposite side of the bed. Making eye contact with me she situated herself onto her knees, as she continued stroking Jacks dick. Keeping her eyes focused on mine, Beth lowered her face just above Jacks member and began kissing and licking the purple head. The slow stroking, kissing, and licking of Jack's cock persisted until drops of pre-cum starter flowing from his now very stiff tool. With her eyes remaining affixed to mine, Beth swung one leg over top of him. Kneeling and facing the foot of the bed, Beth was now straddling Jack. Placing one hand on his thigh for balance while the other clutched his cock, Beth slowly rubbed the tip of Jacks head across her pussy lips. When satisfied that both of them were well lubricated she lowered herself down letting Jack once again impale her. Resting both hands on Jacks thighs Beth began riding him up then down, over and over along the entire length of Jacks dick. Even through Jack was the one fucking her; Beth's full attention seemed to be focused on me, staring deep into my eyes with a completely lustful look on her face. Beth's paced quickened, and Jack placed his hands on her hips helping them maintain their rhythm, a low whimper was coming from deep within her. She was cumming again, the fourth time of that night when she broke her silence, "keep fucking me Jack you feel so good inside my pussy." Reaching out Beth grabbed the towel from around my waist, and pulled me to the edge of the bed, leaning forward I presented my rigid cock to her. Beth happily accepted this; she eagerly slid my whole dick down her throat. Grabbing her hair to form a pony-tail, I started forcefully fucking her face. Beth sucked so hard that within minutes I felt myself again shooting cum into her warm mouth. I was not the only one fill my wife with seamen, from the tone of his loud grunts and groans I could tell Jack was cumming deep inside her. Releasing me from her mouth Beth rolled off Jack. Lying exhausted in an almost catatonic state, Beth closed her eyes, within a minute she was fast asleep. Lying on his back also recuperating, "Damm Ryan, Beth's fucking incredible; I think she's out for the night." "I don't know about you Jack, but I'm spent, you can sleep on the couch or stay in our bed, I don't think Beth wound mind, it's your choice." Crawling into bed settling down on one side of Beth, with Jack on the other, I kissed her on the forehead......... To be continued... A Dream Come True Ch. 03 Can there be anything more pleasing to a mother's eyes than the sight of her own child enjoying something so pleasurable the way Ryan is now, and as I've masterfully played this game of pain, pleasure and denial for almost 25 minutes it's just so apparent that he's becoming addicted to it. At first I thought when I dug my nails into the side of his beast and worked them up and down as though I was playing some sort of musical instrument that his moans were more because he was in pain, but when he begged me to keep kneading him just like a kitten would do with a ball of yarn I realized just how much more there is for me to learn about this lovely organ that I'm torturing now. For most men and boys it's just all about getting themselves to ejaculate that only matters to them, and up until I accidentally discovered a few weeks ago the power of applying just the right amount of needle like pressure with my nails did I begin to perfect my technique. Of course it's all about slowly building the tension inside him to the point where his body becomes wound just like a giant spring, and because I know him so well I'm able to extend his ability to enjoy himself before my hand starts to slide up and down and bring him to the brink of exploding. But that's the beauty of the chemistry that the two of have together, and as I gently pinch his swollen head and rob him of his climax only to begin the tediously long process all over again. Who but a loving mother would show the patience and dedication the way I'm doing now, and as my hands ready themselves to get him right on the verge of cumming I can see in his eyes that this time he wants me to get him off. "Do you wanna cum," I ask almost in a whisper as his whole body obviously is screaming for that wonderful release every boy his age needs to feel at least once or twice a day. "Please," is all he can manage say almost in a gasp as I wrap both my hands around him and slowly start to slide up and down his shaft like I've done so many times since we've become lovers? There's just no way other than hiring a high dollar surrogate that he'll ever receive the attention that I'm giving him now, and for me to actually be a witness to the utter bliss that he is feeling is a thrill I doubt only but a few women can honestly say they've ever seen. And as many times as I jerked off his father he was never able to show me just what it was he was experiencing as my hand slid up and down his cock, but Ryan has no such limitations holding him back, and that just by itself has been so liberating for me too. Who could ever have imagined that the shy little titmouse that I'm perceived to be would have exposed herself the way I did in front of the Anderson twins last year, and the fact I enjoyed doing it showed me just how far I've come too. The truth is we're still both evolving, and every time I see both those boys I feel my face beginning to blush because I know exactly what they're thinking when they're looking at me. "I can't believe what you're doing to me," he moans as I deliberately keep him locked in limbo as my hands dictate the pace at a level that will have him begging me to finally end his agony. "Does Katie jerk you off like this," I say not believing that the words I just heard actually came out of my own mouth. For some reason the image of his willowy brunette girlfriend's hands sliding up and down him just like mine are doing now suddenly appear in my head, and even though I've been knowingly sharing him with her for almost 7 months now this is the first time I've mentioned her name when we've been together like this. The truth is that I've wanted too since the day he told me about her, and considering that they use to go to junior high together I was kind of surprised that they bumped into one another after all these years. But life has a funny way bringing people together, and the fact she intrigues me at a moment like this certainly tells me there are other issues going on inside me besides tugging on a nine inch cock. He's so lucky that he's young enough to be able to service two girls that are obviously high maintenance as far as their sexual appetites are concerned, and even though I grudgingly offered to step away so that he could be with his princess I was so relieved when he insisted that we not end our special time together. Normally of course I would be against him having two horny nymphs at his disposal, but considering I'm his mother I hardly think it fair to say that he's cheating on her with me in a literal sense. Perhaps I'm just rationalizing now simply because I'm so aroused but the fact I can't get her image out of my head suggests there's a lot more at play here than I realize. "She loves to pour oil in her hands and then twists them up and down until I finally explode," he gasps because of the combination of what I'm doing to him and what we're talking about. In so many ways this reminds me of what happened after I allowed both those horny boys an eyeful of something I doubt they're still not over yet, and then afterwards as I described in the minutest detail their reactions to Ryan as he slowly slid in and out of me proved to be a thrill that the both of us so thourghly enjoyed together. Of course we've relived that naughty encounter many many times since then in pushing ourselves even further past any boundaries that most people even know exist, and I have a suspicion now that it's my turn to take us to a level so few have ever been before. Sometimes I wonder if this is nothing more than an extended daydream that I'll suddenly become startled and it will all evaporate right in front of me. But this isn't a daydream, and for me not to exploit this opportunity in a way that will only enhance our relationship I just can't allow it to slip away. "She talks about you all the time," he quickly adds as his voice choking with emotion merely reveals the hold I have over him now. I still can't explain why but the minute my eyes gazed upon her that first time I was taken in a way that quite frankly startled me, and even though I've never been attracted to another woman I couldn't help but notice the tingling between my legs as I imagined her naked and straddling Ryan him with her long thin legs. It certainly wasn't what I expected from our first meeting together, and I could tell by the way she looked at me that I wasn't what she had expected either. It's as if we were looking at carbon copies of each other with how our bodies are put together, and besides my red hair it's just so uncanny how similar we resemble each other in every other way. Some of my friends have even teased me about how much we look like mother and daughter, and a few have even whispered to me that I could easily pass for her older sister too. I think those are the words every woman over the age of forty yearns to hear about their son's girlfriend, and for me it just adds to the fire that's always raging deep inside me. My God how this is exciting me, and as I feel my own ache starting to become almost unbearable it's the image in my head of her twisting an orgasm out of him that's has me so captivated now. I seriously doubt any woman other than a mother like me who happens to only want her son to be pleasured by his girlfriend could ever feel the excitement that I'm feeling at this very moment, and as my hands freely slide up and down him thinking of only her it's the low moans coming out of him that's tells me how utterly he's enjoying himself now. I wonder if the wives of a polygamist feel what I'm experiencing now, and as much as I know I'm going to google it later I'm sure something like what is happening between us now has to be part of the equation. How couldn't it be? "Does she talk about me when she's doing this," I hear my own voice quaking because of the stress I've put myself under. "Yes," is all he can manage to say as he tenses his body as though it were a giant serpent readying itself to strike its prey. This is what so many of my sisters are missing as my hands are furiously sliding up and down giving my own son pleasures in a way that I know I would be condemned for if ever I was found out. But there's just no way what's happening between us is an isolated incident, and I imagine that the way Bobby and Chris's mother dress in front of them must be wreaking havoc in that household too. The short tennis skirts she always seems to be dressed in has been the talk of the congregation at times, and the bikini's so skimpy that she'd probably be asked to leave a public beach are the norm for her in the summer time. "I can't hold it any longer," I hear him moan as I wrap my lips around him and wait for my cheeks to fill with his salty cream. Can there be anything more rewarding for a woman than to feel her mouth being bathed with the nectar from her lover, and the fact that he's also my son just enhances it a hundred fold as far as I'm concerned. I'll never tire of doing what I'm doing now, and even when I meet someone my own age I just know I'll have this side of my life as well. But now as I'm being forced to swallow the thick yogurt like substance that just keeps shooting out of him the image of his slender girlfriend's mouth locked on him just like mine is now is all I can seem to see. What is it about her that seems to captivate me so much, and the fact I can feel it between my legs the way I am now is just adding to my distress. It's just like how I felt when I let those boys watch me bending over giving them a free peek at my ass and juicy slit, and the look on their faces when I turned around is one that I will always remember. "You're just so unbelievable," I hear him say so softly as I shamelessly lick the last of the tasty morsels off his cock and balls just like one of the girls in the videos he still loves to watch. It's funny how different teenage boys and girls are when it comes to eroticism, although my friend Gail was truly shocked when she viewed the history on her daughter's laptop. But for the most part its boys who crave watching some young girl's mouth and pussy being filled with semen, and to my complete surprise so do I now. Truthfully it never really moved me one way or the other when Jack and I use to watch some of those naughty movies together, and because he seemed to enjoy them I just channeled my feelings more towards pleasing him than reacting to what I saw the couples doing. But everything changed after that first night Ryan and I became lovers, and as I watched scenes being acted out that he wanted us to duplicate I realized just how much I was learning from what was being presented to me. The reality is that a stiff cock has no sense of shame or guilt, and as my eyes captured all the little details that his beast was reacting too I soon realized just how much more there was for me to learn about pleasing him. "Now I know why we've been watching all those videos with the skinny brunette and redhead," I say as I show him some of the semen that's still lingering in my mouth. At first I thought it was just a case of my imagination being over stimulated when he began choosing only the videos with the two beautiful young nymphs for us to watch lately, and because they completely lacked the look and feel of the typical movies that I was accustomed to seeing I was soon enamored of them just as much as he was. It was though we suddenly had access to some lucky boy's bedroom as two mouth's, vagina's and anus's became available to be filled with semen in a way every teenage boy no doubt dreams about when their organs are fully erect. Surprisingly even the anal scenes were done tastefully, and unlike the near brutish scenes where some poor girl's face is grimacing as her partner's uncaring organ merely drills itself deeper inside her I watched nearly in awe at how patiently the male actor allowed her sultry orifice to adjust itself to what was being asked of it. I think anal scenes have just become so common place today as opposed to when I first was exposed to what I think is a predominately male obsession, and that one time Jack tried to gently ease his way inside me I howled in agony as my body clearly rejected what it was being asked to accept. But of course all that has changed now, and even though I trembled with fear as I lubed Ryan with KY that first time I was shocked at how effortlessly I was able to gobble down every inch of him. I don't know if it's because of my age or perhaps because I carried him full-term but now I enjoy getting my ass stuffed by him almost as much as having my princess filled, and of course if he's shooting all his hot sticky cream deep in my bowels he's probably doing it to Katie too. As much as I hate to admit it the thought of the three of us with our bodies intertwined has fed many of my lonely night's orgasms lately while he's been away. But obviously I feel myself maneuvering in a direction that both frightens and excites me at the same time, and somehow I suspect he's going to be able to bend my will to do what it is he's wants from me. "Has she ever said anything about who the redhead resembles," I ask as I slowly rake his balls with my nails as his still erect organ defiantly resists Nature's rule that it must go flaccid after ejaculating? "She's attracted to you," is all I hear him say as I feel my insides calling for me to mount him and end my suffering. There's just no denying that a part of me is addicted to having his enormous beast buried deep inside me, and in the very beginning as I stood there in a state of disbelief as he stroked himself to ejaculation I just thought I was adding inches to him merely because I was so aroused. But at almost nine inches long and with the girth of a porn star he's just a freak of Nature that most women will never have a chance to experience, and the thought of his tiny hipped girlfriend's insides swelling just like mine are about to do is just pushing me even further past the limits I thought I'd ever go. A threesome is just one of those things I've read about in Cosmos but never thought I'd ever get a chance to know for myself, and the thought of what it would be like to be with another woman as I squeeze his balls eliciting a moan both of pleasure and pain out of him has my head spinning in a way I could never ever imagine possible. "I'm attracted to her too," I whisper in his ear as the thought of what it will be like to put my mouth on his skinny girlfriend's vagina is beginning to take hold over me in a way I just never imagined possible. * There's still that part of me that fears this is all just a sensuous dream that I'll wake from and begin sobbing because it will mean that I'm still living in my old world of loneliness and frustration, and as my fingers grip the steering wheel ever tighter I just pray this isn't some cruel hoax that my subconscious is playing on me. As much as I thought last weekend's marathon of uninterrupted pleasure with Ryan couldn't be equaled I'm now sitting here trying to focus on the road as the taste and smell of his long legged sweet hearts vagina continues to smother my senses in a way that seems almost impossible. Never in a thousand years did I ever think that my taste buds would ever know just how sweet the juices are from another woman's vagina, and as many times as I've licked my own fingers after rubbing myself I just never imagined how delicious my own gender's secretions really are. In the heterosexual world of lovemaking it just seems that the only thing that really matters is what shoots out of our male partners organ, and as much as I love wrapping my lips around Ryan and feasting on his creamy treat I've now been exposed to another source of carnal nutrients that I fear I might crave just as much as I do his semen. For whatever reason things just seem to be escalating further out of control, and as much as I thought I was the one the one making the decisions I'm starting to think Ryan is the one who's really in charge. Perhaps it was folly on my part to think that if I kept him well satisfied he'd accept all that I was giving him as a gift so few son's ever receive from their mother's, and even my accepting that he's now screwing a girl his own age doesn't seem to be enough to satisfy him. He wants more, and truthfully after spending the better part of the day with Katie so do I now. It just seemed like the more I whispered in his ear last weekend what she and I were going to do to him the more he responded in a way that even surprised me, and with each new utterance his organ drove ever deeper and harder unlike how I've been accustomed to since we've become lovers. That natural respect for me because I'm his mother was just nowhere to be found, and as he began to play a sensual game of Russian roulette with his beast alternating back and forth between my princess and her slutty sister I was totally captivated at how easily he was dominating me. Needless to say when my bowels finally began to be bathed with all that hot sticky semen I pouted just like a little girl because the game had finally come to an end, but before our time was over he left both my holes gaping with cum oozing out of each one of them. It was truly unbelievable what he did to me, and as much as I worried about getting a bladder infection because of how he so easily slipped from one orifice to the other my fears luckily have turned out so far to be unfounded. "I was just going to call you," I hear the very familiar voice of Pamela Roberts saying as I feel so flustered because I was afraid I'd hold up choir practice tonight. I just find it so incredible that I'm able to exist in both the worlds that are so opposite from one another, and it's how I'm so seamlessly slipping in and out of them now that truly makes it even more amazing. In the beginning when Ryan and I first became lovers I use to look down at him from the choir loft each Sunday morning and just slide my tongue ever so seductively across my lips, and as he later told me as my head bobbed up and down his cock that he would have to sit there and calm himself or be discovered with his pants bulging. The fact neither one of us felt even a hint of shame or guilt for acting on our desires for each other in what is supposed to be the holiest of places just makes believe what we've been doing together isn't all that uncommon after all. How can it not happen more often is what I'd like to know, and I'm sure in all likelihood many a household guards secrets that even the juiciest stories on Inside Edition could ever equal? "Katie and I did yoga together this morning and then we spent the day together," I say as the image of her lying on her bed with her long thin legs spread wide open is still the only thing I can think about now. After Ryan left last Saturday I just convinced myself with each passing day that what I thought was going on was just my intuition playing games with me, and when she called me Thursday night asking if I was interested in doing Yoga with her I just knew that he was coaxing her as well. It was actually the sound of her voice quaking as she said we could use the sauna in the women's locker room when we got done that I felt my fingers sliding between my legs, and as that urge continued to build for me to rub myself I just knew she and I were soon going to be just like the two girls in the video taking turns sucking and fucking that lucky boy until he exploded all over them. I know now that it's only going to be a matter of time before the three of us are locked together in the throes of passion, and as I now try and force myself to focus on the world that I'm currently in my body just doesn't seem to be able to make that transition yet. "He's such a lucky boy to have two Miss Honey's in his life now," I hear her say making me almost want to chuckle because I can still taste her juices even now. A Dream Come True Ch. 03 If only this old retired school teacher knew the things that Katie and I did together, and as she dropped her robe exposing her young nubile body to me I just knew the yoga positions we were going to be practicing together were going to me much more intimate than any class would ever teach. The truth is that we've both known for a while now that there was a tension building between us, and when she put her hand on mine a few weeks ago as I was cutting a piece of cake the shiver that went through our bodies was just so obvious to the both of us. I guess bi-curious on today's campuses isn't that uncommon, but sucking your boyfriend's mother's vagina has to be a rarity I'm sure. "Tell me dear, did the two of you wear those skimpy suits or were you naked," I hear her ask me so softly that I'm not sure if I heard her correctly. Even though she's in her early seventies I can see in her eyes that there is a side to her that never in a million years would I thought existed, and as I feel my face beginning to flush I can see in her expression that she's already gotten the answer to the question. As much as I thought I knew about this harmless looking woman the more I'm starting to think that we all have secrets that we keep locked away from the prying eyes of others, and if this is any indication of what just lies beneath the surface then what Ryan and I are doing can't be that rare after all. "Naughty naughty girl," is all she says as she places her hand on mine as if reassuring me that my secret is safe with her. *