3 comments/ 84417 views/ 6 favorites Games Ch. 01 By: sardonicus WARNING! This is ruff-stuff B/D S/M---------------- I was 19 when I first came out to California from Iowa. It was simple, really, I moved to San Francisco because I couldn't take Des Moines any longer. Even now, there's not a whole lot a kid Can do in Iowa. I figure I'm pretty good looking, light brown Hair, hazel eyes and smooth swimmers build. In fact, in high school I was captain of the swim team. Anyway, I figured I'd do all right in this sophisticated city. I got a job working in a bank as a mail clerk. I'd been there about a month and had begun to make friends with the other guys in the mailroom. One afternoon the boss walked by my desk and dropped a business card on my desk and told me he thought I'd be interested. The card read "GAMES - The Ultimate Experience" and gave a phone number. I put it in my pocket and didn't think much about it for the rest of the day. When I got home that night, as I did every night, I stripped down to do my exercises. The card fell out of my shirt pocket and I picked it up and put it on my dresser. I stepped in front of the mirror on my bedroom door and dropped down to do some push-ups. Like I said, I like the way I look, and I like to watch myself during my exercises. I stood up and began doing some trunk twists. Watching the muscles of my chest and stomach twist was exciting. I stopped and began to pinch first one and then the other light brown nipple. I had spent some time in one of those tanning studios, so my body was a uniform light brown. I rubbed my hand down the muscles of my abdomen, through my pubic hair and cupped my balls. By this time my cock was hard. I turned away and went to the dresser, opened the top drawer and took out one of the leather straps I had. I stepped back in front of the mirror. I tied one end of the strap around my left wrist, pulled it behind my back and looped it around my neck, and held on to the end with my left hand. I repositioned myself so That it appeared that my right arm and hand were someone else's, out of view. My mind raced with the fantasy I was building. I was a prisoner, stripped, bound and being inspected by my captor. My right hand tweaked my nipples, pulled on my balls and slapped my cock. In my mind I heard my captor's voice. "Ok, he'll do. Let's start the torture." I pulled on my nuts and a sharp pain shot down my legs. My cock was oozing pre-cum. In my mind I was taken into a dungeon, hung suspended and spread-eagled. My right hand rubbed the pre-cum over the head of my cock and up and down my shaft. In my fantasy my torturers started to approach me, carrying whips and other implements of torment. I drew a deep breath as my cock shuddered and ribbon after ribbon of thick cream shot out and splattered against the mirror. I let go of the strap and stood there, breathing deeply. I removed the strap from my wrist and put it back in the dresser. Then I went in and showered. As I began dressing, I noticed the card I had tossed on top of the dresser. There was phone number to call. I thought a moment, shrugged my shoulders and went over to the telephone. I dialed the number. It rang once and a voice answered. It was a recording. "You have reached games, level 1. If you are not interested in sexually explicit material, hang up now. Otherwise, press 1." I shook my head in disbelief and pressed 1. "You have reached games, level 2. If you are straight press 1, if you are gay, press 2." I pressed 1. "You have reached Games, level 3, following are selections of sex fantasies, press the number of the fantasy you desire." I shook my head again, wondering at the computer technology at work. The voice droned on " For a romantic interlude press 1. For wild sex without love press 2. For S&M press 3." My heart jumped at this last entry, and I pushed 3 before the voice could continue. My heart was beating faster as the voice continued. "You have reached games level 4. If you do not want a fantasy that becomes reality, hang-up now. Otherwise press the number of the S&M fantasy of your choice. For bondage, press 1. For spanking, press 2. For torture press 3." My heart was beating really fast by this time. I reached down with one hand and began rubbing my growing hard on. I pressed 3. "This is games level 5, this is the last level before reality. If you do not want your fantasy to become reality, hang-up now, otherwise press the number of the reality you want to explore. For medieval torture press 1. For torture by terrorists press 2. For torture by the inquisition press 3. For torture by the SS and Gestapo press 4." The voice continued, but I was no longer listening, my mind was racing with the fantasies described. I pressed 4. "Please leave your phone number at the sound of the tone." A tone sounded and I gave my phone number. There was a click and dial tone. I hung the phone up and went into the kitchen to get myself a drink. Probably all bullshit I thought to myself. As I started to drink the phone rang. My heart skipped a beat. I walked into the living room and picked up the phone. "Is this 897-7888?" a voice asked. "Yes," I replied. "Did you just call Games?" the voice asked again. "Yeah, I did," I answered. "Good, be at..." the voice continued describing an address south of Market. I was told to be there at 11:00 that night. Then they hung up. By this time I was shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement. I looked at my watch. It was 8:00. I had three hours to kill. I got my jacket and went out. I stopped at a small diner near where I lived and got a sandwich. Then I hopped a bus for south of market. I figured I'd kill time by going to a couple of bars. As I kept checking my watch, the time seemed to move so slowly. Finally it was 10:30. I left the bar I was in and began walking to the address I had been given. It took about 25 minutes to get there. I found myself in an area of warehouses south of Bryant street. The street was empty. The address was a warehouse that was closed. I stood around and thought it was probably someone's idea of a joke. There were no lights on in the warehouse, or anywhere else on the street. I looked at my watch. It was eleven. I looked up and down the street. It was completely empty. I waited awhile and looked at my watch again. It was 10 after eleven. I sighed, probably was a joke I thought to myself. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking back towards the bar I had left earlier. Soon after I had started walking I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped and turned to see the person that was following me. My heart jumped, and I sucked in a quick breath. The woman I saw was dressed in an SS uniform. "Going somewhere?" she asked with a snarl. Before I could answer, someone else, behind me grabbed my arms and pinned them. "What the...," I started to shout, as the SS woman quickly came up to me and stuffed a handkerchief in my mouth. I felt handcuffs being closed around my wrists. "He's the one," the SS woman said, nodding to the unknown person behind me. I was spun around to face another woman, this one in a trenchcoat and hat. Now the SS woman held my arms. "You're sure?" the trenchcoated woman asked. "I'm sure" I heard the SS woman reply. "Very well," the woman in front of me said, matter of factly. "Let's take him in for questioning." I was hustled back to the warehouse. The SS woman produced a key and opened the door. They pushed me through. It was dark and I could see nothing. They continued to shove me along through the darkness. I heard a door opening, and whoever pushed me was guiding me. All of a sudden the lights were on. I blinked at the sudden brightness. As my vision cleared, and I looked around me, my heart began to pound, and my cock began to harden. I was in a room that had open beams from floor to ceiling and across the ceiling. From the beams were hung chains and manacles. As I turned my head I saw a cross at one end of the room. A table was in the middle of the room. At the other end were two posts. All of these had chains and manacles attached. I was turned around by the woman in the trenchcoat. The woman dressed in the SS uniform was standing by another table. On the table were whips, clothespins, clamps, and implements whose purpose I could only guess at. Now that I could see the women, I could tell that both were in their early thirties, were very fit looking, and quite attractive. This looked promising. "So," the SS woman began to speak. "You are in the resistance. Well resistance here will do you no good whatsoever." she smiled, and picked up a small whip. "Here," she snarled as she hit the whip against the table "we have ways of getting beyond resistance." "Hedy" I heard the woman in the trenchcoat speak "let's not waste time talking. He's not going to cooperate. Let's just strip him and get started." My cock was fully hard now. I was breathing heavily, in a mixture of fear and excitement. These were my deepest fantasies coming to reality. "Very well," the SS woman responded. "Don't think of trying to escape, there is no escape," she advised. She walked over to me as the other woman released me from the handcuffs. I stood there silently as they stripped me. In a few minutes I was naked. They pushed me over to the two upright posts and began securing my wrists and ankles spread-eagled. I felt my legs and wrists pulled apart as they tightened up on the chains. Then they stepped back and looked me up and down. "Not bad" one of them hissed. She walked back over to me and began to rub her hand up and down my chest, stopping only to twist and pinch my nipples. I winced as she dug a fingernail into one of my tits. She reached down and grabbed my scrotum and pulled sharply, digging her sharp nails in very cruelly. I took in a sharp breath at the pain that engulfed my balls. "Hmm" she spoke softly, seeing my cock fully hard, "he likes this." "Yes," the one in the SS uniform answered "he seems to, let's see how much torture he can take." They both walked over to the table of implements. The one in the trenchcoat removed the coat and her hat. I could see that she was athletically built and had short dark hair cropped close to her face. "Let's get more comfortable" she addressed the one in uniform, "this could take all night." At that, both women began to take off some of their clothing. They stopped once they had stripped to the waist and removed their trousers, leaving them in tight fitting bicycle shorts. Both had firm, attractive breasts, and their asses were nicely shaped by the tight, elastic shorts. They also slipped out of their flat shoes and were barefoot. The one who had been in the SS uniform picked up a small quirt and came back towards me. The other sat back against the table to watch. As she reached me, she raised the quirt as if to strike. I closed my eyes and grimaced waiting for the blow. She laughed, and let the quirt fall gently against my chest. She moved it slowly up and down my chest, stopping to tease my nipples. The feel of the leather softly caressing my chest was incredible. I closed my eyes as the quirt slowly made its way down my stomach and softly caressed my cock. The head of my cock oozed precum. In an instant my reverie was shattered, and I screamed into the gag as sharp pain exploded along the shaft of my cock. I opened my eyes with a start to see her bring the quirt down full force once again against my cock. She continued to whip my cock for several minutes. Each time the whip hit I bit into the gag. Soon tears streamed down my face. I had fantasized about being tortured, but the reality seemed more than I could bear. But, my cock stayed hard, and the precum oozed more and more with each successive blow of the whip. Then she stopped and walked back to the table of implements. I sagged in my bindings, breathing deeply. My eyes were closed. My cock felt like it was on fire. I opened my eyes and looked down. Along the shaft of my cock there were angry red welts. But the skin had not broken, and I was still hard. "You shouldn't be so gentle" the other woman chided. "Let me show you how it's done." With that she picked up a long leather thong and a small package and walked towards me. When she reached me, she set down the package and put her hand against my chest. "I like a smooth chest" she commented as she rubbed up and down my chest and abdomen. "A smooth chest shows the marks so much better than a hairy chest, and it saves us the trouble of shaving it." Then she reached down and took hold of my balls and pushed them down into my scrotum. I winced at the deep ache that began to envelop my crotch. With her other hand, she began to wrap the leather thong around my scrotum, tightening it so that my nuts were forced away from my cock. It felt like she was trying to push my nuts completely out of their sac. With about twelve inches remaining of the leather thong, she began to wrap it around first one and then the other of my testicles, separating them. It felt like someone was putting my nuts into a vise. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "There, that should hold them nicely," she commented, matter of factly. She reached down and picked up the package and opened it. I could see that it was full of needles. My heart began to pound with real fear. Was she going to jab the needles into my nuts? I shook my head to attempt to say no, that this was too much. She only smiled up at me. "Shaking your head no?" she asked with mock surprise, "you should have thought of that earlier. You had your chance not to join the games." She selected a long and sharp needle. Grabbing my right testicle between her thumb and forefinger, and holding the needle with her other hand, she began to prick me, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. I began to move my head from side to side as the pain grew. It was as though my nut was on fire. She moved to my left testicle and commenced the same effort. The minutes dragged on as she continued to prick first one and then the other testicle. I pulled at my restraints, somehow trying to escape the needle. "None of that," she hissed, as she reached over and grabbed my cock, and began to prick the shaft and head of my cock with the needle. I bit into the handkerchief; it felt like my whole crotch was being attacked by ants that were biting me. I looked down to see droplets of blood develop where the needle pricked the skin. But my cock was still hard. In a few minutes she stopped and stepped back. Again I sagged in my bindings. The precum continued to ooze from the head of my cock. "You thought I was gentle" the SS woman laughed, "you're practically kissing his cock and balls with that silly needle. Lets hang him up and try something else." With that, the woman who had been torturing me untied the leather thong and put away the needle. The other one came up and they both untied first my ankles and then my wrists. My arms were pinned behind me as they marched me over to another end of the room. They pulled a chain and manacles down from one of the ceiling beams and attached them to my wrists. Then they hauled up on the chains and my arms rose above me. They continued pulling until my toes were barely touching the floor. My entire weight was being held by my arms and wrists. "More" the SS woman ordered. They pulled more until I was hanging free. My feet a foot or more above the floor. "That's better, "she said approvingly. "Let's swing him a little." With that, both women walked over to the table of implements and picked up wide leather covered paddles. They returned and stepped behind me. I drew in a sharp breath as the first swat hit my ass. I swung by my arms from the force of the blow. Another swat hit my ass, and I bit into the gag. Blow after blow the paddles struck my ass and I swung from each hit. "Lets see how high we can make him swing" I heard one comment. The blows hit more quickly now and with more force. Tears streamed down my face as my ass began to burn. Pain shot down the backs of my legs. "Let's turn him" one ordered. The blows now were aimed first at my ass, then my back, then one of them came around to my front and hit my chest. They walked all around me swatting whatever part of me they fancied, chest, back, ass, and finally my cock. I swung around, backwards, forwards, from side to side as each successive blow hit. Then they stopped and went back to the table. "Lets go get something to drink" the SS woman suggested. "Ok," the other agreed. Then turning to me said, "don't go anywhere. We'll be right back." At this they both began to laugh. "Wait," the SS woman said as they started to leave, "he looks much too comfortable." With that, she picked up a handful of clothespins and came towards me. She attached one to each of my nipples. Then she attached four to my scrotum and three to the loose skin along the shaft of my cock. The jaws of the clothespins bit unmercifully into my tender flesh. "That's better," she said, and they both left the room. I hung there, my tits, cock and balls on fire. My ass ached from the beating. My nuts were sore. But my cock never lost its hardness. I shook my head. This was what I dreamed of, but now that it was happening, I wasn't sure I could take it. What had happened had been bad enough. But they weren't through. My mind raced with images of the possible tortures to come. I don't know how long I hung there before they eventually came back. "Still here" one chided as they entered the room. "You know," commented the SS woman, "he's smooth, but not smooth enough." "You're right," the other responded. She picked up a can and razor and came towards me. She began to remove the clothespins on my cock and scrotum. As the jaws were released the blood rushed back into the skin, causing more pain. She left the clothespins on my nipples, which were now just aching. She put the razor down and released some shaving cream from the can, which she then smeared over my pubic hair, my balls and around the end of my cock. She put the can down, and began to shave me. A few minutes later she stepped away. She reached up and pulled the handkerchief from my mouth and used it to wipe away the remaining shaving cream. "That's better," she said. "Nice and smooth. You won't be needing this anymore either," she commented as she tossed the handkerchief aside. "That's right" the other added "its time we enjoyed your moaning and cries of pain." "But," the one who had just shaved me added as she walked back to the table, "you are to say nothing. If you utter one word, or attempt to plead, it will go even rougher for you. Your mouth is freed to give us pleasure in hearing the effect of our work. It is not free to give you a voice." The woman who had just shaved me returned to the other who was standing by the table of implements. As they spoke quietly, I looked down at my now denuded crotch. The skin around my cock and balls was white in contrast to the brown of my abdomen. My cock, jutting out, looked even larger than it had before. I looked up as the speaking stopped. One of the women picked up a box with a crank handle and two long wires. Both of them walked towards me. "Ever play telephone when you were a kid?" the SS woman asked pleasantly. "If you did, this is little different." "To be sure" the other answered. The wires were about four feet in length and with the box sitting on the floor, I could see that they could reach every part of me. The ends of the wires were bare. "A demonstration" the SS woman offered, as she set the box on the floor. She began to crank the handle slowly at first, and then faster. As she picked up speed, the other woman touched the wires together and a spark jumped at the connection. My eyes widened in fear. "When I crank it slowly, it tickles, as I crank it faster the tickle becomes a little sharper. Faster still, and the tickle ends up like a burning ember." the SS woman explained. She nodded to the other woman. Games Ch. 01-03 Since their marriage, nearly twenty years back, Adam had been a devote husband and solid family man. He met Sheri in his first year of college. Their "chance" meeting explained to him as contrived, by Sheri. That explanation came, one night, in the throws of sexual bliss. They had laughed over Sheri's devious planning. It was a side of her that intrigued him. Throughout the years, he remained happy and content – or so he felt. Adam was about to find out that happiness is relative, in his case, very "relative" in deed. **** Chapter One It was surprise party. Adam hated them but, for love of his wife, he put up with them. He cherished her laughter and would have done nothing to extinguish the loving look on her face, at such times. The cleverness she had shown in college, somehow, diminished over time and no matter how hard she tried Adam was always, one-step, a head of her and her planning. So it was with no surprise, some reluctance and, in truth, even dread that Adam drove home that hot summer day. "Get it over with – it's only a couple of hours." He muttered to himself. Adam's commute was not particularly long, by today's standards. It was 45 minutes at best, an hour worse case. He felt good about having his, personal, quiet time before arriving home. Jake, his son, had moved out. Adam, smiled to himself, as he thought about his children, driving along that day. He was thankful Jake had taken their parental guidance and continued his schooling, going on to college. Amanda, his daughter, away for the summer, was next. That fact saddened him for some reason. He shrugged off the sadness, liking it to simple parental worry, and tried to enjoy the passing roadside scenery. Soft light of the setting sun filtered through the tall pines along Clarksgrove Road. He was still, some, twenty minutes away from this house. He had fallen in love with that particular stretch of road. At the end of several different out turns sat Roberts Lake, a place of serenity and memories. A smiled curled the corners of his lips, as he recalled the many days and nights of hot love making between he and Sheri, at Roberts Lake. Amanda was conceived at the lake, a special memory for Adam and 'Surprise parties aside – it had been a good life.' He thought, catching sight of one particular turn out they had used frequently. Adam mentally ignored the grammatical error, seeming to indicate his life near over. Braking hard suddenly, Adam controlled the skidding stop and quickly turned onto the gravel road, he approached. He had no idea what he was doing or why, only that the memories of those long past days were on his mind. (Strange how memories can make you do impulsive things at times.) He had not placed a call to Sheri about coming home, in years. He was like clockwork, never feeling the need. For the first time, Adam grabbed his cell phone. He punched the speed dial number, calling Sheri. "No babe, nothing wrong – just ran a little late. I should be home in...Oh and hour or so, no later. Yeah, love you too, bye." He gave no indication he knew about the party. Adam flipped the cell phone closed and continued the drive down the gravel road, taking his time, as memories continued to flood his mind. Coming to the end, he turned into a small clearing, over looking the peaceful lake. The late day sun bounced off small waves like diamonds toppling and rolling on a table. His thoughts returned to the past and he sighed, "There's no future in the past buddy." Wondering where he had heard that phrase before. He got out of the car and leaned against the front hood, with arms crossed on his chest, staring into the lake water. Adam was like many men. Unable to admit to recent thinking as "mid-life" in any way, he only knew something was wrong and it bothered him. He felt the chest heaviness of guilt, having to admit he and Sheri were "on-the-rocks". Their sex life dwindling, they fought a little too often, mostly over stupid things, and not one battle really scratched the surface of their problems. Adam's guilt, in part, came at knowing he had put little effort into revitalizing their love life. He had grown tired of trying. The blame game had started slowly, escalating over months and years. As one might expect, their love life suffered most. "DOA - Christ, why does she do that? I mean God - lying there like a dead fish until she thinks I'm done, what the hell happened?" He muttered aloud, thinking about their failed sex life, as he walked towards the lake. Pausing to skip a rock across the nearly calm lake surface, Adam tried to take stock of him self. "I'm still young. Hell, so I'm turning 38 – what does that mean these days?" He said angrily, to no one but the trees and growing night. He continued to voice his thoughts, as if verbalizing could somehow make his thinking more convincing. "I'm fit, trim and God damn healthy – if you want to believe Doc Thornton, so what gives? Oh, and by the way, pretty damn good looking too!" He yelled out angrily and skipped another rock. He made the rocks and lake pay for the anger he felt, until his arm started to hurt. 'Fuck it. Guess we just go on like we are, maybe something will change.' It was his last thought, while looking at the lake, tossing his last rock. During his return to Clarksgrove Road, Adam cursed his stupidity for going to the lake in the first place; and set about trying to clear his thinking. 'The party you shit – don't blow it!' He timed his drive and, as promised, arrived home within the hour he had told Sheri. There was nothing on his face to indicate his earlier thoughts. He looked happy. Mentally, he reminded him self to look surprised, as he opened is car door. Had Adam truly felt and been as he looked he might have noticed something strange. There were no cars in his circular drive. The triple garage doors were closed, there were simply no cars to be seen anywhere. One might think that would seem odd to him, at least peak his curiosity, if this was to be his 38th birthday party, right? Adam grabbed his brief case and, with a purposeful stride, approached his front door, stealing himself against what he was sure to be a loud, SURPRISE – HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM!, greeting. Adam opened the front door, after getting his "surprised" mind set in place and the start of a smile. "Sheri, I'm home!" He called out, pushing the door open and smiling his fake smile. There was no return reply. No room lights came on. No sudden blinding illumination, causing him to squint in feigned surprise. There were no loud shouts of greeting; there were no happy birthdays, no screams of "surprise", there was nothing but silence and a dim but, warmly lit house to greet him. Adam turned to look outside, wondering if the rush, of happy greeters, might be coming from that direction. It was then he finally noticed the obvious. No one was there. Not one car sat on the property. "What the hell?" He mumbled, as the mystery deepened, inside his mind. Setting his brief case on the hall foyer bench, Adam slowly walked into the house, wondering if he had been wrong this time. He even went so far as to check his watch for the date, wondering if he forgotten the date of his own birthday. "I called her – I know I did." Adam commented aloud, and called out for Sheri once again. Only an eerie silence replied and Adam closed the front door, shaking his head. Moving deeper into the house, Adam turned on lights, scanning the rooms as he did so. Nothing seemed odd – nothing out of place, until he got to the den. Two wine glasses sat on the coffee table, in front of the leather couch. Both glasses were near empty and an empty bottle Riesling lie on its side, completing the picture. Surveying the room further, Adam suddenly felt sick inside. A bra, size 36 and lacy, draped across the desk lamp; and panties, matching the bra's color and texture, lay on his laptop keyboard. He swallowed hard, trying not to believe what his mind wanted to conjure up. 'But - I called her.' He recalled gloomily, his mind growing darker over the implications that confronted him. He sat heavily in his leather, high backed, den chair and picked the panties off his keyboard, squeezing them tightly in his fist. It was only then that he spotted other clothing. A dress, nylons, a blouse and shoes greeted his search, as he looked about the room. His anger increased knowing who ever it was had used his office for sex. 'Was it rape or...' He thought, as his feeling of anger jumped to worry and then quickly back to anger again. Absently hitting a key on the laptop, he brought the screen to life. Adam stopped his rise from the chair. The laptop screen saver popped up. He stared silently at the screen. The format was altered, it was now a scrolling marquee of words. Happy Birthday Adam! We started the party without you! The words read out, sliding across the screen in undulating fashion, one after the other and then rolled, fading away, only to return to scroll again across the screen. Adam could only suspect Sheri had changed the screen saver. He shook his head, knowing she had no computer skills, barely able to turn one on, and liked it that way. "And who the hell is we?" He muttered, suddenly not sure about anything but, the hollow feeling in his gut. The marquee had said we – there were two glasses, and yet, there was no sign of other clothing. Adam finally stood up from his chair, anger returning in full force, as thoughts of divorce hit him. Approaching the study door, he caught sight of something hanging on the inner side and reached to close the door. It was a note and not in Sheri's handwriting either. "Bras may drop and panties may fall... But, Licking her clit was the best time of all!" Anger turned to rage and Adam threw the door open, after ripping the note down, and stormed from the room. The handle broke through the wall, leaving a perfect imprint. The sound of the impact reverberated down the hall, seeming to follow Adam. It was his birthday and if anyone was going to fuck his wife – it was going to be him; "best time of all" - my ass!" He yelled out. He found another note, in the hall, just outside the living room, along with his favorite hi-ball. He snatched up the note and the drink. The note expressed he might need the drink and before he went much farther he might want to check the video left for him. The fact the drink was still cold and contained unthawed ice cubes never registered. After taking a large gulp, Adam wiped his mouth, using the sleeve of his shirt, something he never did, and walked over to the DVD player. The small green "on" light blinked at him, mocking him, or so Adam felt, and he jammed his index finger into the play button and sat down. The wall mounted, high-def, flat screen came to life, displaying the shadowed form of a woman. It was an amateurish video but, contained all the elements of a news investigation, where the participant was unwilling to be recognized and voice altered. Adam shook his head, his mind rapidly changing back to worry. In a baritone, yet effeminate sounding voice, the woman spoke directly to Adam. You do not know me – yet. And yet you know me very well. You haven't been a very good husband, have you Adam? It took some persuading Adam, the kind I like to do and you used to. She talked eventually – told me everything. I had fun with her. I shocked her too...Oh, not literally as you might be thinking right now, (laughter) I don't torture people Adam! Let's just say I persuaded her and then held her interest for quite awhile. She had no idea Adam, and here I thought married couples shared everything - stupid me! Shame on you Adam, shame-shame-shame! Chapter Two At a total loss, Adam slammed down the remainder of his drink. There was something about that voice, even masked as it was. He hit the pause button, using the remote, and studied the frozen image. Nothing came to mind. It wasn't a selfish act on his part – just the need for a refill, an aide to his thinking. When he returned, sweat rolled down his face, he felt the terror of having a loved one missing. 'Who - who is that?' He thought, sipping his scotch and finally pressed the play button. Well, I'm sure you've refilled your drink by now. You see, Adam - I know a great deal about you! But you - you bad boy – you don't have a clue and you won't, until I want you to. You know, when she started to confess I was actually shocked! I would have never believed what I heard coming from anyone else. Anyway, that's not important right now. Right now you'll do exactly what I say – or else. I've created a little something special for your birthday. Sheri told me you hated surprise parties, so I figured you needed one you'll never forget. So...Let's get to it, shall we? I want you to strip Adam, right now! That's right, I want you to strip right down to your birthday suit, just as soon as you down that drink, which I'm sure you're doing as I speak. When you're done, walk into the kitchen, you'll find instructions on what to do next. Now, get a move on or a price will be paid! She knew him alright. Adam pounded down his drink and sat opened mouthed staring at the shadowed figure on the flat screen TV. The video ended, fading out, just as the figure, obviously nude, got up and turned profiling her self. "Holy Christ, what is this?" Adam mumbled, as he stood up. His mind raced as he complied, disrobing and shedding his clothes in the living room. He drew blanks with every thought and shivered over the threatening words the silhouette had spoken. As instructed, he walked off towards the kitchen. The instructions were on the center island. Adam picked up the note and found the hand writing identical to the den note. Congratulations sport, you've made it this far. Feeling vulnerable? Afraid? How about terrified? Imagine what Sheri is feeling right now...Go to the pool house. You'll find something interesting there and I'm sure you'll figure out what to do. Oh, by the way, are you hard Adam or - limp right now? "Jesus." Adam mumbled and swallowed hard, feeling his throat suddenly dry up. He stared at the kitchen phone for a long period, wondering if he should end this and call the police. Fear whelmed up inside him, not knowing what consequence that action might bring. With hesitant steps, Adam walked from the kitchen, heading for the pool patio and the fate awaiting him. He doubted seriously if he'd ever get hard again, recalling the last question posed in the note. The pool house door stood wide open, beckoning him. Like the open eye of a Cyclopes, a light emanated from the pool house door, scaring him shitless. A soft night breeze tickled his leg hair and genitals, causing the beginnings of an erection, that he'd felt so sure would never happen, and the small hairs on his neck to rise. 'Those breasts...I know them, seen them – touched them before!' He suddenly realized but, uncertain who the pair belonged to, or when the encounter might have happened. 'Something about the nipples' He thought, just as he entered the pool house. Adam was, in no way, prepared for what he found. Two sets of handcuffs waited for him; one set having an elongated chain screwed to the floor; the other set, having normal chain length, screwed into the ceiling. As written in the note, it seemed, fairly, obvious what was expected. Unable to swallow, Adam walked nervously into the lavish pool house and stood in front of the – what? Torture restraints? He spread his feet and clamped the cuffs around his ankles, shaking as he did so. His legs weakened when he returned to an up-right position and, gingerly, reached to secure his wrists. When the last clamp closed, Adam shuddered hard, nearly pissing himself. Nude, cuffed and helpless, Adam's mind raced, he felt every bit the sacrificial lamb and horrible imagines flooded his head. "Alright God damn it, you've got me where you want me – now let my wife go! Whatever I've done, I'm the one to pay for it, not her." He screamed out to the empty room. There was no response, nothing but the gurgling of the pool filtration system greeted his ears. His partial erection, caused by the night air, drooped as he waited sweating, fear consuming every fiber of his being. The scent of heady, erotic, perfume reached his nostrils. A past memory, faded and unclear, hit him, just as a pair of unseen hands snapped a blind fold over his eyes. "Holy shit, what is this? What in the hell..." He started to scream out and stopped, as he realized his futility. His nostrils flared, trying to recognize the perfume. He jerked his head right and left, straining to pick up noises – more scents - anything that would help his understanding. Something about the smell, something from years past plagued him and the sweat continued, creating an insufferable itching. "Now – now look whoever you are we can talk this out, right? I mean I don't know what the game is but, surely we can talk!" He pleaded to no avail. There was response this time, though. It was soft, deep, laughter, masked by some electronic device, once again. Adams' heart pounded in his chest, as pure panic took him over. Then the "voice" greeted him. "Hello Adam, I'm surprised... you haven't pissed yourself yet. Guess there's always hope but, I'm getting ahead of myself. You said "game", how intuitive of you! Sounds like fun, huh? (There was a long silence and Adam used it, frantically searching his memory.) So, Sheri tells me you're a quick "in and out" man these days, actually for some time now, is that true?(Adam hesitated but then nodded his head.) Very good Adam, you're honest. That will serve you well in my little game. Remember the game Adam? ("What game? Adam said weakly.) Oh come now Adam, have you forgotten?" Before the next question, Adam felt something hard press against the inside of his thigh. (Wood or metal?) Adam had no way of knowing but it was moving, slowly rubbing up and down and pulling on the hairs of his leg – a painful progression towards his crotch. The objected stopped just below his testicles. Adam tensed for what he felt certain would happen next. It didn't, instead he felt the object being removed and started to relax, his stomach flexing in and out with his rapid, fear filled, breathes. "OH MY GOD, NO!" Adam screamed out instantly, when the object returned and lifted his flaccid penis. The manipulator bounced his cock up and down off the object, easily at first and then gave it one mighty flip. The laugh that followed sent a, screaming, chill through Adam, starting uncontrollable shaking. "Still don't know, do you Adam? Think Adam – think very hard. Truth or consequences Adam, remember? You loved that game." Adam jumped, hurting his captive ankles, when he felt something else touch his body. His shaking eased and relief washed through him when the second object turned out to be soft – feathery almost. It came from behind him. He felt the hand holding the object, just under the cheeks of his bare ass and then the soft tickling sensation across his balls and penis, as the hand moved back and forth. Whatever it was, the sensation lasted far too long. Unable to control his bodily reaction, even in this tense situation, Adam started to grow hard. His testicles tighten up and he squeezed his buttocks together trying in vain to capture the "tickler". "God stop, please stop! Why are you doing this? I don't want to get har..." Adam tried protesting, only to be cutoff in mid-sentence by the voice. "Not get hard? Why Adam, that's a new one! Relax Adam - you'll enjoy this. Maybe not as much as me though. Oh, by the way, nice erection. Shall we continue Adam? (Adam shook his head, feeling his penis growing to full length.) Keeping in mind what might be at stake Adam (And he felt a light tap on his cock head, with the hard object again), I asked your wife a few questions. Like...If you'd ever had sex with a family member. She was quite shocked Adam. Do you know what she said? (Adam's eyes grew plate sized, under the blind fold. His reply was, again, weak - a barely audible no?) Correct Adam, very good! Now Adam - poor dear Adam – was she telling the truth? Truth or consequences Adam, remember, truth or..." Games Ch. 01-03 "The truth, she was telling the truth!" Adam screamed out, now shaking and clutching, white knuckled, to the upper cuff chains straining to rip them from the ceiling. Something from his past, long forgotten and buried, started to creep into his mind. "So, you haven't told your wife then, have you Adam? Tell me Adam – tell me, what's the real truth? (The question came with a slightly harder rap on the head of his penis, making Adam cry out) Adam, suddenly, felt the hot breath of his inquisitor on his face. Unseen teeth clamped lightly on his lower, trembling, lip and then released. (Hands - hands on his belly, sliding down and then turning, holding hot against his skin, caused him to inhale sharply) Just as he was about to cry out his answer, his cock head was engulfed between warm lips and he felt teeth clamp down. "Oh GOD...Yes, I mean NO - she was wrong, she didn't know! I never told her, God help me I never told her!" Adam cried out, waiting for what he felt might be unbearable pain. The teeth released him. "Adam, shame! You never told Sheri? Ashamed Adam? Was that it? Well, now I am confused...I'm not sure if I should punish you or reward you for your honesty? Which do you think Adam? Reward or punishment, which should it be...Humm? (From the same dim corner of Adam's memory another thought drifted, slowly becoming clearer. A game – punishment – sex, it all sounded familiar. Why can't I remember? He mentally cried out and then answered his captor.) "Reward, reward please – I was honest, I told the truth." Adam replied, with trembling lips and eyes still wide and unseen, under the blindfold. "Yes, yes you did. Reward it is then." False relief once again wafted through Adam. It was short lived. Slick fingers began massaging his buttocks, working the muscles, kneading his flesh. Without warning, a finger penetrated his rectum, shoving hard and fast. Adam answered the intrusion with a scream. Mercilessly, the finger worked Adam's anus, until the sound of a vibrator filled the room. Adam was sure what would come next. The finger pulled out, immediately replaced with the hard, vibrating, object. Painful at first, the vibrator head shoved past his rectum muscle and then eased in, deeply. Adam was in tears. He'd never felt so vulnerable, so completely out of control. Worse, he felt degraded and, yet, strangely elated, at the same time. The second emotion was simple pleasure. A pleasure he'd long forgotten about. The vibrations coming in, pulsing, waves through his anal cavity brought back more memories of years ago. His penis grew even harder than it had been, as he squirmed, turned and tried to shake the vibrator loose but failed. It was in too deep and the laughter came again. "Oh Adam please – stop, you used to enjoy that so much! Remember? I can't believe when your marriage was going South you didn't pull out your bag of tricks! Sheri loved it when I showed her what you used to enjoy. Of course, she was shocked at first and I did - sort of - force it on her but, she got the idea. What else Adam? What else did you like, care to comment? No - no wait that's not fair of me. I'm supposed to ask questions – right? That's what you always did and God you enjoyed it when I lied – remember Adam?" His inquisitor went silent. He no longer sensed the close presence and the silence was maddening. The vibrator motored on, having a building affect on Adam making his legs grow weak, at the knees. The small spasms starting up in his loins told Adam a climax wouldn't be far off, if the vibrator wasn't removed. Adam whimpered, softly, as he tried desperately to control what he was feeling, afraid of what consequence cumming might have. A heavy moan drifted from Adam's mouth, as the rapid trembling started in his pelvis. The skin of his cock head tightened, he was approaching climax. Resigned and unable to stop what was about to happen, Adam cried out and at the same time felt a pair of hands on his buttocks. The hands removed the vibrator, roughly, ending his sensual torture and quelling his desire to ejaculate. "Julie!" Adam screamed out, now suddenly aware of whom, the when and the where. "Close wasn't it Adam...Can't have you messing up this beautiful floor. So glad you remembered! You enjoyed playing your wicked little games with me, didn't you Adam? (Adam hesitated but, nodded once again.) Who's idea was it Adam, mine or yours? ("Neither, it just sort of happened" Adam mumbled.) Just sort of happened...Oh come now, is that how you're remembering it? You want us to believe your dick just fell out of your pants and I picked it picked it up for you? "No, God no, it wasn't that way!" Adam cried out, fearing reprisal. "I started it...I stayed on the farm, I started it, remember? I grabbed your tits on the motor bike, you remember right? You didn't scream or anything and – and Jesus, Julie, we just sort of got more and more involved." Adam went on, blubbering near the end knowing even the truth sounded strange. "Got involved, wow, I'd say! Tell me, were you seeing me even after you met Sheri? (Adam was truly afraid now. The fear caused a prolonged hesitation but he nodded yes.) Did you spank her Adam? Did you whack her tight little, bare, ass Adam? You know - like you did mine? (Adam nodded) Liar!" "No, I mean NO, I never did. Sheri would never..." "Oh, so sure are we?" Just as the word "we" ended, Adam received a resounding smack on his ass, followed by another, then another until his ass cheeks were glowing red. Adam closed his eyes, clamped them shut under the blindfold, and bit his lower lip, taking the punishment without crying out. When the spanking stopped, Adam spoke out through clenched teeth. "Julie stop! I told the truth! Sheri would have never let me do that, she's – she's not that way, I'm sure she's not! It was a quirky time between you and I. We experimented at things, it was wrong but we did it, I can't take any of it back...I can't!" Adam explained in a pleading voice. Julie ended the masked voice, speaking now in her own. "No you certainly can't Adam. Did you ever think of trying those things with Sheri? (Adam nodded his head.) You lie Adam, why? Knowing you'll pay for lying - why? You never did! You'd leave her, after having sex, and run to me, your cousin, for game time! Isn't that right Adam? You never once thought about "playing games" with Sheri. Worse, you rode her body for twenty years and got tired of it – right Adam?" The questions were coming too fast for Adam to have any chance at answering. He'd lied and knew he would be punished again for it. He wasn't disappointed. A warm, slick, hand gripped his stiff penis and started to stroke it, jerking it harder and harder with every pull. Adam gasped out, surprised, expecting something much worse. The hand relentlessly worked him until he came. Holding tight to the upper cuff chain, Adam shuddered and thrust his hips forward, exploding into the hand that worked him. Then, with an unexpected brutality, the hand released his cock head and slapped him, hard, across his face and mouth, smearing his jism roughly between his tightly closed lips. Spitting and sputtering, Adam gagged and shook his head violently, trying to avoid the onslaught. "Alright, alright I lied...I never tried, I was afraid! And yes, I did go to you, you were like a drug. We talked about everything – remember - and you let me do anything I wanted, just as you did to me! I never dreamed Sheri would want anything like that. She was different than you, Julie. Our sex life was always...God, why are you doing this? Julie? Why are you doing this...Please Julie, what have you done to Sheri?" "Was...That says it all Adam, doesn't it? I've got her Adam. She's safe but, kinda tied up right now. I've enjoyed showing her a few things. You know what I'm talking about don't you? All those secret, perverted, little things you and I used to do have been very educational for her." "Sweet Jesus Julie, you're lying, tell me you're lying!" Adam pleaded and dropped his head in shame. "Okay, I'm lying...But, I gotta tell you, that woman has a lusty appetite! You've been starving her Adam. That reminds me, I need to check on her. Say, you wouldn't mind hanging around here for a bit - would you?" Chapter Three Adam remained silent, listening to the retreating sound of bare, soft, footsteps. The sound ended with the slam of the pool house door. Moments later, a distant sound of laughter hit his ears and the, soft, pool filter gurgle. Adam groaned heavily, recalling the days of sexual perversion, so long ago. Not surprisingly, a single thought hit him. The cuffs, the cuffs you fool, they aren't real – they have a release button! He thought. Seconds later, Adam sighed, this time in relief, after freeing his arms. They ached from the extended period he'd held them over his head. His ass was tender from the spanking and most certainly the vibrator. "Julie's whacked, this isn't a game. She's destroying my marriage." Adam said a loud, as he ripped the blindfold from his face and bent quickly to unshackle his ankles. He felt drained and dirty, beyond its literal meaning. His nudity no longer mattered and he whirled around to leave the pool house. His flight ended as quickly as it began. There, taped to the door, was another note. If you're reading this you've managed to figure out the cuffs – hurrah! Sadly, your game isn't over. Say, can someone die from too many climaxes – interesting thought wouldn't you say? There's a large pitcher of water on the patio table. Drink it, all of it Adam and don't spill any. When you're through get in your car – I sure hope you can remember the last place you fucked your wife down at the lake, you need to go there. XOXO Julie Stunned, Adam let his shoulders slump, as he again felt forced into resignation. Walking like a man just finished with a proctology exam, he went to the patio table. He drank the pitcher of water, partly because he was parched – ultimately because he worried someone was watching him. Walking towards the house, Julie's use of the word "us" hit him. "She said us – you want us to believe..." He muttered out, wondering just who else had been in the pool house - another mystery to plague him. Knowing he had to go to the lake, he decided he wasn't going naked. His next stop was the master bath to clean up and dress. Nothing was said about time, he was sure about that. Adam paused, next to his car, thinking. 'The last place, last place we fu...Made love. Jesus, where? Which in drive was that anyway?' Unable to exactly recall, Adam slid into his car. 'How had all this started? What did Julie want – hope to gain? When had she contacted Sheri and why hadn't Sheri said anything to him?' The new series of questions overwhelmed him. His eyes unfocused, making his stare into the night like tunnel vision, dark around the edges with grey illuminated light beckoning him towards visions of years past. ~A strobe flashed, bright light flashing behind Adam's retinas. It wasn't really a hallucinogenic experience but, a flash back none the less, and Adam cocked his head to the side as he caught bits and pieces of his past... The first flash produced a vision of him standing in the farm drive, watching his parents leave. With the flash came past thoughts of abandonment, although he knew that wasn't the case. Unwilling to go with his parents, they were equally unwilling to allow him full reign of the house and so, he found himself on his uncles farm – a working vacation. Adam mumbled the words from the past, Hicksville-dumb-ass-farmers-rubes-shit-kickers; all the derogatory things he thought of that day standing there watching his parents wave good-bye. Then the corners of his mouth curled up. Another flash and there in his minds eye stood Julie. Her blonde hair in ponytails, head cocked to the side and chewing gum, she eyed her first cousin, with a hand on her hip, shaking her head side to side. It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't anything except an unwanted cousinly reunion after several years a part. Adam recalled his dumbstruck state, staring at Julie, wondering where the gangly little girl he'd known went. Tongue tied, he said nothing and watched Julie's exquisite young body walk off. The cutoff jeans, slit up the sides, and tube top, barely containing her firm breasts, should have been adequate warning but, not for Adam. He was just a dumb ass city-slicker. Flash and poof, Adam was clutching at Julie's hips flying down a loose gravel road on a Honda 80cc motor bike. His heart raced recalling the wind in his face and the exhilarating feel of that early evening, and Julie's laughter. Adam twitched in his car seat, re-enacting the near spill when Julie hit a patch of very loose gravel. The bike skidded one way and then the other. Over reacting, Adam let loose of her hips to gain a stronger, hand, hold and found himself clutching her breasts and squeezing tight against her back. Without a scream, without looking back, Julie got the bike under control, before reaching up to pull his hand from her left tit. Before grabbing the bikes handle bar again, she slipped Adam's hand under her loose blouse and motored on. Adam's slight lip curl turned to a full smile, as he recalled sliding his other hand under her blouse and resuming his breast hold. Flash, flash and the drive-in came into his mind. Julie sat mid-seat in the, old, Rambler, toying with her hair, teasing Adam as she inched closer and closer giving him "I dare you" looks. Adam recalled the night vividly. Julie finally slid in next to him and draped his arm around her shoulders. She made sure he had a firm grip on one bare breast before she started to unbutton his jeans. It was Adam's first blow job. The windows were up, a dense condensation covered them, any more and Adam felt certain it would rain inside the small car. The smell of cum was heady, overwhelming, when Adam released into Julie's mouth. Flash-flash-flash, they were at the lake. Julie laughing and running for the dock and the water, as she ripped off her tube top and then hopping on one foot, managed to extract a leg from her shorts. A few steps later, she changed up, hopping on the other foot, fully ridding her self of the shorts. ("Tits and ass – tits and ass." Adam mumbled, as his mind followed Julie's graceful arc into the warm lake water.) His eyebrows even got into the act, arching, as he mentally pictured her take off and then dropping rapidly as she headed into the water. Flash – Adam was in the water with Julie. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she floated just above his serious erection, toying with him. Flash-flash-flash-flash, his dorm room came into view and Adam jumped in his car seat. Julie, with middle finger buried to the hilt in his ass, worked his rectum feverously and stroked his cock between his legs. Adam was on all fours, with back arched, near climax when she stopped. "My turn." She said, in his mind, and Adam's smile turned into a wide shit-eating grin. Julie loved anal sex. Adam loved having his cock buried in her ass. It was a mutual sort of thing, guaranteeing maximum pleasure for them both. ~ Had anyone saw Adam dry humping, alone in his car, that night they'd thought he'd lost his mind. When Adam came, in the mind vision, he cried out and snapped out of the heavy dream like state. "Jesus!" He muttered and slowly started the car. Covered in cold sweat Adam found it hard to believe he'd repressed all those memories for so many years. He drove on into the night and his fate. Games Ch. 01 My eyes flew open, taking in the dim gray morning. It wasn't the pale light that woke me, but the wet mouth currently attached to my left nipple. I let out a low moan of pure pleasure, and he lifted his head to grin at me. "Morning, babe." "Oh, yeah, it's looking like it's gonna be a good day," I said, smiling. He moved lower down my body, trailing kisses along the way, looking up at me when he reached my thong. A frown marred his handsome, square jaw and made his blue eyes narrow. "What is this?" he demanded, and I inhaled sharply. "What did I tell you about underwear?" I couldn't speak. He slid a finger under the waistband, lifted it, and let it snap back onto my skin. Refusing to cry out, I bit my lip. He smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "I guess I'll just have to make you remember, huh?" With that, he ripped them off me and roughly thrust a finger inside me. It slid home smoothly since I was already dripping wet. I almost purred, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Unwittingly, my hips started undulating to match the rhythm of his fingers. He brought me to the brink of climax, and stopped. I almost cried out, but I wouldn't give in to him. Pulling his fingers out of me, he brought his hand up to my mouth. I shook my head, but he dragged his fingers across my lips, and he knew he had me. I cleaned off his fingers and he smiled, pleased. Reaching down, he slowly stroked his steely cock, making me ache to have it in me. He bent down to kiss me harshly, his hand curving around the nape of my neck. As he pulled back, his grip on my nape tightened and he pulled me to a sitting position. I knew instantly what he wanted, and as he moved to lie down, I got on my hands and knees and climbed between his legs. I smiled evilly; now it was my turn. At first, I only took little cat licks around the head, just to see him squirm, until he put his big hand on the back of my head, and gave it a warning push. He meant business, and who was I to deny him? Instantly, I went to work, trying to make him cum as quickly as I could. With his hand still resting on the back of my head, I let him set the pace, swallowing as much as I could before that damned gag reflex kicked in. His hips started jerking a little, and I knew he was close. He started thrusting into my mouth, his body arching off the bed. Pounding in, thrusting his hips for all he was worth. Pounding. "Cat! Open the door. Hey Cat! It's Matty, open the goddamn door!" Well, that was the pounding I woke up to at 7 am this morning. Even though it was Matt and he sounded like something had happened, I didn't much care, for two very good reasons. First, That Dream was awesome, and although I had it pretty often, I had never, never got him to cum for me. Secondly, it was morning. See, I don't do 7 am. No, let me rephrase that. I don't do mornings. I need to be awake for an hour before my brain is functional. The earliest my brain functions is 11:00, and that's only if I really have to. Today, though, I knew if I didn't open the door, the pounding wouldn't stop. I snarled loudly after glancing at my alarm clock, then made a Herculean effort to drag my sleepy ass out of bed. I searched through half-open eyes for my robe. Couldn't find it. With a quick glance to see what I had slept in (an old wife beater and boy cut under shorts) I gave up and made my way out of the bedroom. As I was walking down the hall, Matt came charging up and grabbed me in a bear hug, spinning me around until my fist beating on his back clued him in, and he put me down. In case he had doubts about me and mornings and interrupting my favorite fantasy, I snarled at him once more. He laughed. "Cat, I don't even care about you being mad at me. Know why? Cause I got a job. A real job, on a real movie set. With movie stars and everything." I looked up at him, my golden brown eyes squinting, trying to process everything through my sluggish mind and ignore the fever burning through me. "Yay?" I ventured. Matt grinned. "Yeah, yay, if that's the best you got. Good job Cat, way to follow along." "Ok, good stuff. Come back and tell me about it in a couple of hours. I'm going to bed," I said, yawning hugely. "Is that an invitation?" he asked me, laughing. I shrugged and kept walking. "Yeah, sure. I'm gonna go back to sleep, though, so you'd better not bother me." I didn't even turn to see if he was following me. He could watch TV on the couch in the living room the same as he could watch it from my bed. It made no difference to me. I knew I wasn't going to have The Dream again, and Matt is my best friend. More than my best friend, he's almost my brother. And we've been friends for a while, I guess since we were 12 and I took his best friend's spot on their Little League team. As the only girl playing in the entire league, and a starting player based on talent and not on gender, the team hated me on principle. Matt and I became friends at first solely because of my double play making abilities. But as the season wore on, we just clicked. I was just one of the guys, and it's been the same ever since. Throughout high school, I never really had girlfriends other than the skanks that wanted to hang out with me so I could introduce them to the guys. It never bothered me; I was just more comfortable around guys than girls, probably thanks to my two older brothers. Besides, girls are bitches. Seriously. Back to this morning, come 9:20 I hear the first of my three alarms (I told you I was bad at mornings). I smacked the offending beeping off bad-temperedly. At 9:40 the second alarm plays music, but softly, and shuts off by itself. And at 10:00 my cell phone alarm rings, and that's when I know I have to get up. Remember? I need at least an hour before I'm good to go. I open my eyes just a little, to get used to the daylight, and try to roll onto my back, but I can't. My eyes fly open and I turn, looking to see who's in my bed. And, hoping against hope that maybe The Dream had come true. Instead, Matt's propped up on one elbow, my TV remote in his hand, grinning down at me. "Couldn't remember who you brought home, Kitten?" he asked teasingly. "Actually, yeah. I mean, there's been so many guys lately, I usually just tell them to leave once they're done with me," I replied dryly. He shook his head slightly and gently twirled one of my long dark locks. "Seriously, Cat. Have you dated, or even gone out to the pub, or something, since Nick left?" "No," I said, annoyed. "And I don't want to. Look," I sighed when he gave a warning tug on my hair. "I know y'all wanted to hunt him down and kick his ass for me, but I'm really ok. I'm not missing him or anything. I'm glad he's gone, I really am. It'll just take me a while to scrape myself back together enough to want to find another warm body. In the meantime..." I trailed off. "In the meantime, what? You'll make do with me?" he asked. "Well, for the time being, my needs are being satisfied by Cowboy. You'll do for spooning and companionship," I said lightly. Cowboy was my vibrator. Matt just shook his head. "So tell me," I continued. "What was yay about this morning? I vaguely remember." Now Matt threw back his head and let out a great laugh, his straight white teeth almost gleaming in his tanned face. "I got a job." "Yeah? A real one?" I teased. "For the studio. I've finally been called. I'm gonna be an actor, in a real movie." "With who? David Spade?" I laughed. "If you're going to make fun of me, then I won't tell you who I'm supposed to be brothers with and who else is in the movie. And trust me, you want to know." I sighed theatrically. "Okay, Matty. Who?" Matt looked like he was going to hold out on my, but his excitement got the better of him. "I'm gonna be Josh Dalton's little brother. It's some kind of Army movie. We go through basic training and stuff like that. Pretty cool, huh?" "Yeah, sounds good. He's hot. And you know I like those movies. Men in uniform, yum!" I winked at him for emphasis. Josh Dalton, a relative newcomer to the Hollywood scene, was making girls of all ages all twitterbated with his rugged good looks. He was a good fit as a brother for Matt, physically, at least. They were both tall and lanky, with warm eyes and big, silly grins. Matt's golden blonde hair would have to be dyed brown and shaved, but other than that, they really could pass as siblings. "Speaking of men in uniform," Matt grinned at me. "You're gonna love this. I mean you will die. Guess who the star of this is gonna be?" I shook my head. "Just tell me, boy." "Guess," he taunted. I moved to punch him, and he laughed. "Okay, okay. Ready for this? It's none other than your man, Brian Houston." I couldn't breathe. Was I in The Dream? My heart might have skipped a beat, I'm not quite sure. As I sat there, gaping at Matt, I prayed he wasn't dicking with me. By the smirk on his face, I knew he had to be telling the truth. I love, love, love Brian Houston. He tops my list of celebrities you can sleep with and your significant other can't get mad. Well, he was number one on my list when I had a boyfriend. Now, he was just Someone I Lusted After in The Dream. I don't know. There's something about his strong physique, his gorgeous, square-jawed face and his laid-back, easy-going personality. Ok, I don't know the last part for sure, but he definitely seems chill. And I definitely own every single one of his movies on DVD, even the crap ones. "Oh, my god. That is so amazing!" I shouted. "When do I get to meet him? Can I come visit you on set? Will you introduce me? Can you tell him about your awesome friend Cat? When-" I was cut off when Matt clamped his hand over my mouth. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Cat. I have to report in about a week for the camp the studio's putting us through so we look authentic. You know, shooting guns, running twelve miles with a full pack on, crawling under barbed wire. Sounds like fun, yeah?" "Okay, so Boot Camp, then. That takes, what? A week? Two?" Matt nodded. "So, after that? I can come to the set? Meet Brian?" I all but drooled. Matt shook his head and laughed. "I'm not sure about the first week, but probably after that, okay?" "A whole month?" I wailed. He raised his right eyebrow at me. "Okay, okay," I relented. "How about we go celebrate, movie star? What do you say? Dinner? Drinks? Dancing?" Matt nodded, and we set a time for that evening. Looking at the clock, I realized that I had to get moving or I was going to be late. "Oh, shit," I exclaimed. With absolutely no regard for Matt, I yelled that I would see him tonight as I walked into the bathroom, stripping off my top as I went. I jumped in and out of the shower in record time. Quickly towel-drying my long, dark hair, I pulled it all up into a ponytail. I ran out into my bedroom, grabbing underwear and a bra, throwing them on. Lucky for me, I don't even have to think twice about what I have to wear for my job. I'm a physical therapist, so I never had to dress up. My everyday uniform was a T-shirt with some team logo on it, comfy shorts or jeans, and tennis shoes. For the original "comfort before fashion" girl, I loved it. I looked at the clock; I had just enough time to drive to the center for my first appointment if I skipped breakfast. I drove like a demon, my little Jeep whipping down the streets as if I was late every morning. Which I wasn't. Well, not every morning, anyways. Pulling into my usual spot in the garage, I noticed the gray Mercedes in the corner. Dammit, that meant that my boy was here ahead of me. I ran up the stairs leading to the center, burst through the door, and ran smack into a guy who was cradling his right arm close to his body. He turned around to catch me with his good arm. "Hey, Cat, where's the fire?" I looked up into his smiling eyes. "How's the shoulder, kid?" At 6'2" he towered over my 5'6" frame, but I always called him 'kid' since he was a year younger than my 26. It gave me a sense of having the upper hand on him, even though he was injured. Brad was a minor league pitcher rehabilitating his throwing arm. He grinned down at me. "Well, it's not going to get any better if you keep throwing yourself at me, expecting me to catch you." "That's all part of my plan, kid. If you can catch me, then I'll know you're fine," I winked at him. "When do you leave for spring training?" I asked him as we started his workout. "Next week. Sure you can't come down there with me, be my personal trainer? You know all the guys would love to see you, Cat." It was tempting. I'd have loved to be in Florida for a couple months, but it was just too soon to arrange for therapists to take over for my other clients, and too far away from the Bay Area, where I lived. I told Brad that, and he smirked like a little kid. "I didn't tell you the best part, Cat. The Giants bought my contract. I'll be in Arizona for spring." I whooped loudly. The Giants were my team. I grew up in the city, and ever since I was little, my dad and brothers had drummed into my head that our family bled orange and black. "That's awesome, kid! I'm so happy for you. When did you find out?" He told me he got the call over the weekend, and couldn't wait to tell me in person. We kept chatting about the Giants, and who his main competition would be once he got down there. The talk didn't stop until I realized I had gone through his rehab routine automatically, and was now gearing his arm up for the ice massage. Brad groaned, feeling my hands working out the knots in his muscles. "Sure you can't come with?" he asked again. "Well, I'll try. I was looking into taking a few weeks off, anyways, in like a month," I said, thinking about Matt's movie, and meeting Brian. "Maybe I can talk to the trainers there, see if they'd hire you, freelance, for a couple weeks or so. How many clients do you have that'll be going down there, anyway?" Brad asked. I nodded slowly. "Well, the majority of you right now are ball boys." He grinned. "So I'd only have about four people who'd really need me here. Maybe I can try and pawn them off," I planned out loud. "Do it," he said firmly. "And that's all the time I have for you today, Cat. I'll call you; let you know what I find out from the guys. Okay? And try, please try, to get some time off and come down to see me. Us. I meant us," he grinned cheekily. "Even if I get some time off, you want me to come down and work? I'll think about it, kid." He gave me a quick hug and left. I went through the rest of my day pretty uneventfully. My clients were all athletes, so I never got the usual whine and complain routine that some of my colleagues got. At 5:40 I was done, and I drove home, still thinking about my conversation with Brad. I didn't have too much time to dwell on it, though. Matt was coming to get me at 6:30 to start the celebration. I got home and ran into the kitchen for a quick snack, then headed to the shower again. As I was getting out, I heard someone knock on my front door. I asked who it was through the door, clad only in a towel. "I know I'm early, sorry. It's Matty," he called out. "And James," another voice added. "And Spence," a third voice piped in. "Let us in, Cat." I sighed and moved to open the door. "You could've just used your key," I told Matt, slightly annoyed. He gestured to my towel. "Well, I figured you'd either be showering or just finishing, and we didn't want to scare you like I did last time," he said grimly. "Look how that turned out." That was the night Matt surprised Nick and I while we were in the shower. It was completely innocent, yet somehow the situation became so complicated, and Nick left me. But that's another story, for another time. I stretched up and kissed him on the cheek. "Over and done with, ok? Give me ten minutes, and I'll be good to go." "Better make it 20, so you can do something with yourself," Spence added lightly. I loved him for his ability to defuse a tense situation with comments like that. "Yeah, no jeans this time, Cat," James threw in. "We're celebrating." I promised them I'd see what I could do, and turned to get ready. Still wrapped in my towel, I went into the bathroom to dry my hair. When I came out, Matt was pawing through my drawers. "Well, Mom, if you're looking for the condoms this time, they're in my nightstand." He popped upright, holding some of my underwear in his hands. "Now, that's a different story, pervert." "Sorry, Kitten. Just laying some stuff out for you, in case you decided to actually live a little. You know, not be such a man-gina?" I clenched my jaw at that term. Some girls had coined it in high school to describe me, when they thought I was too butch to hang out with. "Fine," I gave in with ill grace. "What did you pick?" He smiled wickedly. "Here," Matt said as he thrust out his selections to me. I grabbed them and moaned. "Really?" He nodded. I sighed and motioned for him to leave. "I don't get to see the show?" he teased, but turned and left, closing the door behind him. I shook my head, but started putting on his selection, which was my black, see-through lace push-up bra, the matching black g-string, and a black and red satin garter, for good measure. I disregarded the garter, but put on the rest. Over it, Matt had chosen a maroon, crinkled, tunic length camisole and a short, flared denim skirt that barely covered my ass. It was part of an old hooker Halloween costume I'd worn, and I was going to look like a fool, but if it got Matt off my back, I'd wear it. Plus, I knew the guys would protect me. Finishing my hair and makeup, I spritzed on perfume and checked myself in the mirror one last time. I thought I looked trashy and out to get some, but maybe that was the point. "To hell with it," I decided rashly. I walked out into the living room and received all sorts of catcalls and whistles. James and Spencer were cheering and clapping, while Matt just grinned approvingly. "Ok," I said, annoyed. "Are we going or are we going?" We left and arrived at the restaurant in no time. After being seated, James, with a twinkle in his eye, leaned forward. "Well, who's gonna get it started?" Spence groaned. "Every time? Do we have to play every time?" "Yes. And for being such a good sport, Spence, you can go first," Matt laughed. This was our game we played non-stop, to see who would do embarrassing things and how boldly they would do them. "Ok, ok, what about the hostess? I think you need to bring us her panties, however you can get 'em. And she can't slap you, like the last time!" "I always get that one. At least she's not so butch, like that other one," Spence complained. But he grinned. "Ok, James. You have to make out with the bartender. The male one. After you tell him that you're straight." James just smirked. "Man, I'll get his phone number before you even talk to the hostess," he challenged. "And Matty? You gotta get a girl to go into the men's room with you. You up for it?" Matt laughed. "Oh, you want to check how up for it I am?" James made a mock reaching motion, but Spence actually dived right in. "Nope, nothing. I bet he's been sleeping with Cat again, and she killed it," he chuckled. "Hey," I said in mock indignation. "It's not my fault he can't get it up," I said rather loudly, as Matt blushed and glanced around quickly. "Oh, yeah?" he asked daringly. "You have to accidentally on purpose fall into some guy's lap, and you have to squirm around a little before you get up. And, he's gotta be on a date or something. Nobody solo." I swallowed a little apprehension, but I was game. I've never been the one to back down from these guys, and I wasn't about to start now. "This should be good, what with that booty skirt she's got on," Spence laughed. Games Ch. 01 My jaw dropped open as I remembered what I was wearing. I thought about speaking up, but knew I had to just tough it out. As I turned around to pick my mark, my eyes lit up and I thanked my lucky stars. A group of six guys had just walked in and were seated pretty close to us, and one of the guys just happened to be Brad. I smiled, confident now with my task. "Don't worry about me," I snickered. "I'll get this started, while you all are still looking for your cojones." Wriggling out of the booth, I smoothed the skirt down as best I could, straightened my shirt and made my way as if I was going to the bathroom. I made sure Brad saw me; how could he not when all my friends were being loud? He glanced at me, and I swear he did a double take. When Brad opened his mouth as if to call out, I quickly and discreetly shook my head at him, winking. His jaw dropped. This was definitely not the t-shirt and jeans wearing Cat he knew. Faking my fall into Brad's lap was not going to be hard. The heels Matt had picked out were already making me lose my balance, not to mention trying to walk carefully so that my skirt wouldn't hike up any more. By the time I reached his table, I was more than ready to sit down anywhere, even if it was Brad's lap. "Hi," I said, winking playfully. "Just go with me on this, k?" I whispered as I deliberately missed a step. Somehow I twisted as I went down and ended up partway across his lap, and partway on the arm of his chair. Brad looked more confused than pleased. "Cat? What's going on?" "I've got a bet going with my friends. See? They're the rowdy table over there. Play along, would ya?" I asked playfully, squirming a little, trying to get off him. Instead, his arms came around my waist and pulled me further into his lap while simultaneously scooting his chair back and pulling my legs around so that I was full on sitting in his lap. Held immobile by his arms circled around me, I mentally shrugged. I didn't have anywhere to be. I had won the first round of tonight's game already, and before the guys had even thought about how to get started. "And how's your evening going so far, gentlemen?" I asked, with a twinkle in my eye. "I'm Cat, and apparently I'll be joining you for just a bit. At least, until Brad releases me." Each of the guys chuckled, but they started introducing themselves. Travis was blond and slim. Mike had laughing brown eyes and broad shoulders. Frank was built like a linebacker. Diego was dark, suave and charming. Ben had sun-streaked hair and the greenest eyes. Eddie looked like a Hawaiian surfer boy. And all were good-naturedly ribbing both Brad and I. "So Cat, our man's got his hold on you, huh?" "That really was subtle, falling into his lap. Now we're going to have to hear all about how gorgeous women fall into his lap all the time. Thanks a lot!" I just smiled and turned back to Brad. He was staring at my cleavage. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, and he blinked into focus. "Just never seen you out of your boy clothes," he said sheepishly. "You look amazing!" "Thanks. But come on. If I wore this to work, what would get done? I mean, there'd be this huge orgy, and some of you ball boys are injured and wouldn't be able to jump in. Then they'd sue me for neglecting them and I'd be fired. So really, what can I do?" I laughed. All of the guys were laughing with me, except Brad. "You could wear that just for me," he growled under his breath. I winked at him, even as a little tremor ran up my spine. His thumb was slowly stroking my leg right where my skirt ended, and he gave me such a naughty look even as he leaned in to kiss my temple. I decided right then and there to have him, even though it went against every therapist-patient relationship ethic. That thought just made me want to see Brad work even harder for me. I mean, if I was going to break the rules, I had to make it worth it, right? "Cat?" a voice asked, hesitantly, shaking me out of my reverie. I blinked. Mike had leaned in, tugged on a strand of my hair. "Yeah, I'm here," I replied. "Um, I think your friends are worried about you. They keep glaring at us," Mike said, still with that little twinkle in his eye. I turned around in time to see Matt, James and Spence throw their napkins down, stand up and make their way towards me. Glancing up at Brad, I turned back to the table and sighed theatrically, "Well, boys, I'm done for now. Will you think good thoughts at my funeral?" That got a few laughs, and Ben murmured "Good thoughts? Or dirty thoughts?" to Mike, who elbowed him in the ribs. I winked at both of them, just as my boys reached the table. Looking down to see me still imprisoned in Brad's arms, Matt's face went hard. All of a sudden, I realized that Matt didn't recognize Brad and thought I might be in trouble. I warmed at the thought of my three protectors, but the feeling was dispelled when Matt opened his mouth. "Get your hands of my girl," he stated coldly. James and Spence had ranged themselves behind Matt, looking every bit as implacable as him. Games Ch. 01 The woman smiled and then put one wire on one of my testicles and the other wire on the shaft of my cock. The SS woman began to crank slowly. I could feel a tickle begin at my testicle and it traveled to the other wire through my cock. It was not unpleasant, just strange, like something inside my cock was scratching gently. She increased the speed and the tickle became at first a light and then a sharper pain that connected testicle to cock. I began to move my head from side to side and moan softly. She increased the speed again and the sharp pain was replaced with sharp burning, as though a hot needle was being driven from my nut into my cock. "AAA" I gasped, then bit my lip to prevent any further noise from escaping. Then the pain stopped abruptly as the wires were removed. She moved them to the head and base of my cock. "Ooh, hssh" I moaned and hissed as fiery needles attacked my cock, and then my balls again and even for a moment my nipples. They played the wires over my lower body causing me to jump and move in my bindings. My cock started to pulse as it prepared to ejaculate a load of cum. This last torture had driven the cream from my nuts and I was ready to cum like I had never cum before. They had obviously noticed what was happening, and stopped the electrical torment. One of them smacked the end of my cock with her hand, and the pulsing stopped. "No Cumming until we say so," the SS woman snarled. Both women then went back to the table and put down the 'telephone'. "Let's put him on the table," the other woman suggested. The SS woman nodded in assent. They came over to me and lowered me to the floor. They lowered my arms and removed the manacles. This time they didn't need to pin my arms behind me. I sagged into their arms and they hustled me over to the table where they lay me down on my back. My arms were raised over my head and my wrists attached to manacles at the end of the table. Likewise, they affixed my ankles. I lay still, my chest heaving from the recent torture and the orgasm that had been frustrated. They tightened up on my bindings stretching me out across the tabletop. "That should take care of him," one offered, and they both went back to the table of implements. One returned and removed the clothespins from my nipples, only to replace them with alligator clamps with a chain attached between them. She then pulled down a small chain from a ceiling beam and attached the chain to the chain of the tit clamps. She pulled up on the chain, and the titclamps were pulled away from my body, pulling my now tender nipples up towards the ceiling. She tied the chain off, leaving my nipples pulled taut. "Candle light dinner for two?" the SS woman asked the other. "How romantic," the other replied. The SS woman joined the other who was still standing beside me. In her hand the SS woman held two large candles. She picked up a lighter from the table and lit first one and then the other candle. She handed one of the candles to the other woman, and went around to stand on the other side of me. Both women held the candles high, over me. They looked down at me and smiled, and then gently tipped the candles. As the hot wax hit my chest it felt like burning raindrops. "Hsssh" I hissed between clenched teeth at this new torment. They played the candles up and down my chest, lingering to cover each of my nipples, the clamps and chain with hot wax. I pulled at my restraints, but to no avail. They filled my belly button with a pool of hot wax. Then they held the candles over my cock and balls. Drop after drop of fiery liquid spattered against my balls and cock. In a few moments my entire cock and balls were coated in hardening wax. "Aah, oh, shit" I exclaimed. "What!" one of the women exclaimed in mock horror. "Why, you've broken the rules. Now you'll really be punished." They continued to coat my chest, legs and arms with hot droplets of hardening wax. Then they stopped. The other woman blew out both candles and took them back to the table, while the SS woman stayed behind. "So untidy" she exclaimed, surveying the wax on my body. "Bring me something to clean this scum with." she ordered the other one. The other woman picked up a stiff brush and brought it over to the SS woman. She took it and began to roughly brush the wax off of my body. "Aaah, hsssh, oooh" I moaned loudly as stiff bristles rubbed against tender skin. She held on to the chain and titclamps as she roughly cleaned the wax away. It felt like my nipples were being rubbed raw and torn. Then she started on my cock and balls. "Aaaah" I cried as the stiff bristles assaulted my tender cock and sore nuts. They ignored my cries and continued until the last wax was scrubbed away. Both women left my side and I lay there. My entire body engulfed in pain. This was too much I thought to myself. When will it end? I had never dreamed that real torture would be so harsh. In my JO fantasies I always came before the real torture started. As I lay there I wondered how many hours had gone by. It seemed like I'd been there for a day or longer. I raised my head and looked down the length of my body. My chest was covered with angry red dots where the wax had hit. My cock, now losing some of its hardness was an angry red. My nipples throbbed. I let my head fall back on the table. "I think he's ready now" I heard one of the women say. "Ok," the other replied. Both women returned to me and released the bindings and helped me up from the table. They took me over to a padded saw horse and lay me back across it, tying my wrists and ankles to the legs of the sawhorse. I was bent over the horse, my chest hanging down one side, and my legs on the other. It positioned my cock at the maximum exposure. My heart sank as I realized that whatever was going to happen next, my cock and balls were going to be the focus of the torture. Seeing that my cock had grown softer, one of the women reached over and began to gently message the head of my cock. I oozed precum and she used it as an ointment to rub along the shaft and over the head. My cock resumed its earlier hardness. "That's better" she commented, "we need a hard cock for what's coming next." I heard them moving around, but couldn't see what was happening. Soon they appeared at my side. They had both stripped naked and were standing over me with lust in their eyes. One reached over with one hand and began to pull at the titclamps, twisting them to cause more pain to my nipples. With her other hand she massaged herself between her legs. The other woman reached down with one hand to pull on my balls and twist them as her other hand stroked away at her pussy. "Hsssh" I hissed between clenched teeth. I felt something being inserted into the opening of my penis. But I couldn't see what it was. I heard a scratching sound and then the smell of a match burning. As the first drip of wax dribbled onto the head of my cock, I realized that they had inserted a birthday candle into the piss hole and were allowing the wax to dribble down. They continued to masturbate. After a few moments one reached over and removed the candle, tossing it aside. Then, taking a small wire whip, she began to whip my cock and balls. "Oh, oh, ah" I moaned as the fine wires sliced at my cock. At the same time, the other woman pulled and twisted my balls. As she squeezed my nuts as though to mash them to cream, I felt the cum being forced from me. "Aaaaah" I screamed as my cock pulled upwards, shuddered and spewed forth a hot ribbon of thick white cum. "Aah, aaah, oooh, hssh" I moaned as volley after volley of cum ripped out of my cock, spattering my chest and legs. My nuts contracted slightly as load after load was ejected. At the same time the SS woman and the other moaned, and while they continued to whip my cock and twist my balls, they each reached their own climax with loud sighs and shudders. I lay there, chest heaving, my eyes closed. All I could smell was the nutty fragrance of cum mixed with my own sweat and the sweat of the women. I opened my eyes and smiled hesitantly. "Whew" I uttered. The two women looked down at me. They weren't smiling. "Think this is amusing scum?" one asked. She looked at the other and nodded her head. The other woman reached down and grabbed me by my hair and held my head up. "This was only playing" the SS woman offered "now the real torture begins." Games Ch. 02 It really was a stupid little game. People getting together, ending up in a completely dark room, feeling around for each other. Nude. My wife of a dozen years and I decided to try that, or I should say she decided and I went along with it. We sometimes played games at home, teasing each other about flashing or swinging, things lots of people do to add some excitement. A few times she would go into the hard to get mode and I chased her down and more or less raped her. Well as close to rape as a person can get when the partner is actually willing. Sharon is in pretty good shape, no raving beauty but certainly attractive, and her best feature is her breasts. They look big and round on her, dressed or otherwise and no sign yet of sagging. I delighted in playing with them, and when we first got married sex was often in a couple of hours sessions. We tried just about everything. But life settled in. There was the boat in the garage, untouched for months. A nice house mixed in with other houses all pretty much the same, a lawn that I searched weekly for any weeds. Monday was get up and go to work, come home and plop down on the couch, click the TV mercilessly, eat dinner, click the TV some more, then go to bed. Tuesday and then weekdays that followed all might as well have been Monday, weekends the grass got mowed. Sometimes we went out to dinner, sometimes we went to get togethers with other people living the exact same life. We had some drinks at those parties, cracked jokes about sex and then went home. Sundays we went one weekend to my folks and the next one to her folks, then it was Monday again. We still made love but we had done that every way possible for two people to do it. The orgasms were just fine, too. But even sex didn't have the sensations like the first few times when everything is new and there are things to try. So doing something silly like going into that pitch black room was exciting in a way. I know it was only seconds before I had someone's hands on me, and I did the same. I was copping feels of the women when I could find them. In my head the thought was that that would be it, I really didn't expect actual sex with anyone. Sharon and I had talked about having sex in a risky place where we could get caught, and we even tried that once. We had gone down to the beach, the idea was to maybe do something exciting like flash someone. That didn't work very well, Sharon did slide her top off but there was no less than a dozen women there with their tops off. All younger, too. Nobody paid the slightest bit of attention to her laying there in a tiny thong and nothing else. So we sneaked off into some bushes, but I kept looking around, worried someone would catch us. No amount of effort on Sharon's part could get me going, although she sure did try. All I could think of was standing before some judge with my face red. Another time we went to one of the full service gas stations, they actually do have attendents that pump gas in Oregon. Sharon sat there with her tiny little levi skirt hiked up and her pubes bare and the guy washed the window and didn't even look. So here I was, stark naked in a room with two other couples and my own wife. I started out trying to find her and ran into the one I was sure was Kate. She was a bit older but well built and cute. I got to feel her breasts and had one hand between her legs which she willingly allowed. She even had her hand on my cock, which had responded nicely. Then someone was even sucking on me, I think it was her but I am not sure. I know I found Sarah too, briefly. There were other hands on her, I had competition there so I let go and felt around for my wife. I even thought I found her but if it was her, she slipped away. Somehow I kept managing to find bare walls, too. Once I found what felt like a muscular and hairy behind, I moved away from that since that isn't my thing. Later Sharon and I talked about it, she made some comments that surprised me. "That must have been George." and "He got it done." were all she really said. Not angry, not upset, if anything she looked a bit sheepish about whatever had happened. I lied to her, told her it was me. She seemed satisfied with that, and that reaction was not right, either. If she really thought it was me, maybe. But if she knew it wasn't me then she knew I was lying and was letting the lie remain. I was confused, I wanted to know exactly what had happened, what she had done. But now I couldn't even ask. I am not exactly the jealous type, when Sharon and I were dating she was also dating a few other guys. Since she and I soon began having sex I just assumed she was with others, too. Our first few dates were best described as irregular, it took us several months to really hook up and become exclusive. During that period I had one other woman in my bed, and I remember wishing she was Sharon as I made love to her. I don't even remember her name really, I do remember she lay back and allowed me access to her body. Sharon never laid back at all, she would climb right over the top of me and her lovemaking was extremely active. That was when I decided and I made an effort to be the one in Sharon's life. Over a period of two weeks after the darkroom party I mulled things over in my head. Since Sharon and I always talked easily about everything, one would think the subject would come up but it didn't. That made things even worse, It was about all I thought about. Then one Friday evening I had just sat down to a chicken fried steak dinner, Sharon looked especially nice that evening. I noticed when I walked in the door that her hair was fixed up, fresh out of the salon. She had on some makeup, and she was obviously bare breasted under a thin pale pink blouse thet had a couple of buttons undone. She also had on that pair of white shorts that left her hipbones bare. I knew she was thinking about sex, I could always tell. It hit me that it had been close to two weeks. "You look good enough to eat!" I told her. "That sounds like fun." She grinned at me. After dinner she came into the living room and curled up beside me on the couch. In short order her hands were stroking my chest and we were necking. Then she was tugging at my shirt, pulling it out of my waistband. She got my pants undone, reached in to fondle me. Nothing. All I could think about was that goddamned darkroom and her with George. "What's wrong, honey?" She kissed my neck. "Oh, nothing. Just tired I guess." "OK. Maybe later." She got up and flounced into the kitchen, I guess that is the right word. She didn't seem happy, anyway. Later that evening, she turned to me in bed. Her hands began the familiar movements that usually had me rareing to go in no time. Nothing. I had that same thought in my head, it just killed any mood for me. Finally she sighed, then rolled over and went to sleep. I lay there and listened as her breathing softened, then settled into a quiet snore. I lay there for a very long time. Another week went by, there were a couple of attempts with the same results. The next Saturday morning Sharon sat breakfast on the table, then she sat down and looked at me. "Dan, what is wrong?" "With what?" I knew exactly what she was talking about. "You don't..you seem to be having some troubles." "I'm just tired." "It's more than that, talk to me." "All right. I can't get the idea of you and...George out of my head." "George? I thought you said...." "I think you know." She actually blushed. "I guess what I am saying is I need you to tell me." "All right." She paused for quite a long time, thinking. "Nothing was planned, you know. It was just supposed to be fun, feeling each other in the dark." I just nodded, waited. "I bumped into Sarah, then I found Ben for a minute or two. Ben had his hands all over me but I felt another set of hands and I slipped away. Then I felt who I thought was you. He pushed me over to the corner, I had my hands out in front of me to keep from bumping into the wall. He was behind me, I reached back.....and felt him. I really did think it was you." She looked at me for a reaction, got none. "Then I was leaning against the wall with my hands out, I felt whoever it was push between my legs so I reached down with one hand to push it down so he couldn't...you know....how I tease you?" "Then the hand was between my legs and it felt....I felt...so I closed my legs and he was thrusting between them but too low." She looked up at me again. "Go on." "But then my hand was slipping and I had to reach out with the other one to catch myself and you..he..just put it in." "So George did fuck you?" "Well, if you want to call it that. He went off in 10 seconds and he only got part way.... Then he just stepped away. I was feeling my way back, looking for you when Ben called time." "You knew it wasn't me, didn't you?" "Yes. At first I wasn't sure but I do now." Her eyes went downcast. "All right, at least I know." "Are you upset?" "Yea, I am. I think I will go look up George and pop him one." "No, don't do that. I'm sorry, that just happened, I didn't mean it to." "Well, think of how you would feel if I had fucked Sarah...or Kate?" "Yes, I guess I would be upset. But he didn't really, you know." "Well, let's just forget it." She nodded, there was a trace of a tear in her eye. I would like to say things went back to normal. They didn't. I did manage a few half hearted attempts, but the strong erections I had always had before seemed to be gone. It was almost like I was punishing Sharon, denying her sex. She began to dress sexier and sexier around the house, I could tell she was trying to tease me. It actually worked to some degree. Then one afternoon I pulled up to the garage, I got a glimpse of Sharon in the back yard tending to her flower beds. It was hot as hell, well over 100 degrees and I was looking forward to some beer and our air conditioning. I grabbed a cold one and went out back to see what she was doing. She was on her hands and knees pulling a few weeds, all she had on was one of her bikini bottoms she wore on our rare trips to the beach, and a cutoff T-shirt that came barely to the bottoms of her breasts. I tipped back my beer and happened to spot Harold, our 50 something next door neighbor sitting on his porch. The porch was high enough he could easily see right over our low fence. He was also leaned forward in his chair. I realized that from his angle he could see right up the bottom of Sharon's T-shirt, her bare breasts hanging down from her chest were in plain view. The bikini bottoms were little more than a piece of string up the back, with perhaps an inch or so of cloth at the crotch. They really were never meant to be seen on someone bent over at all, unless maybe on the beach. I stood there and watched for a few minutes, then called out to her. "Hi, honey! Hey, it's too hot for that crap, besides, you are about to kill off poor Harold!" Harold heard me and gave me a wave, he really was a pretty cool old guy who lived alone. We chatted over the fence from time to time and he always did have an eye for Sharon. He had just never seen her quite like she was right now, though. She looked at me confused for a second, then glanced over her shoulder at Harold sitting there with a huge grin on his face, not 20 feet away. "Oh, shit!" She exclaimed, jumping up. "Too late now!" I laughed. Then I realized I had a boner to end all boners. She looked at me, saw the expression on my face, then she looked down. "Bet you can't catch me!" She grinned. I dropped the beer on the ground and reached for her, she took off like a shot. She ran across the yard, I took a shortcut jumping over a planter with some flowers but she made it to the back of the garage and came around the other side before I could change directions. Harold was howling with laughter, hell, we were right in front of him. Sharon made it to the hallway into the house but I managed to grab her leg and kick the door shut. I think she slowed down deliberately, to be honest. I tugged her bikini bottoms aside and shoved my pants down and rammed myself inside her. She let out a moan and we went at it right there on the hallway carpet. We both exploded quickly, then exhausted we lay there for a few moments. Sharon was soaked in sweat, so was I. We both got up, I stripped the rest of the way and we went in to stand in front of the air conditioning. "So what set that off?" She asked me. "You just looked good like that." "You got off on that old Harold getting an eyeful, didn't you?" "Yea, I guess I did." I admitted. "I really didn't know he was there." "Would it have made any difference if you did?" I asked. "Probably. Well, not any more, if it works for you." She grinned at me. "I think we will be all right, honey." I put my arm around her. "And let's keep the games to just between us." "I can still dress sexy though, right?" "Sure, I like that." I did, too. Might as well admit it. And the deal with George? Maybe I would go fuck his wife, Sarah. Well. Maybe I had better not. I snickered to myself. "What's so funny? "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking." Sharon looked at me, shrugged. She slipped into my arms as the cool air flowed over us. "We will be just fine." I told her. Games Ch. 02 Thanks for reading. Please vote. * "Get your hands of my girl," Matt stated coldly. James and Spence had ranged themselves behind him, looking every bit as implacable as him. "No, no, no," I cried, jumping up. Or at least I tried to. I made it halfway, but Brad's arms held their grip and pulled me back down. When I landed, I could feel his hard cock underneath his pants, and wriggled my ass just a little, to see what he would do. Brad hissed out a breath, put his hands on my waist to help me stand up, and stood up himself, after a very quick and discreet rearranging of things. I was impressed, in more ways than one. "Matty, this is Brad. Remember, we went to see him pitch back in August, and then we went to that dive bar where you hooked up with that girl with the legs?" It all came out in a rush, but people were starting to stare and I didn't want to be thrown out. "What girl with the legs? Where was I?" Spence asked, as he grabbed an empty chair and seated himself at the table. He grinned at me, and I knew he knew that these guys were ok. I could have kissed him right then. James was chatting with Eddie about something that made them both crack up, so I knew he was fine. It was just Matt. Looking at his face, he didn't seem pleased. His eyes were still cold, but at least he wasn't snarling anymore. "Hey Brad," he said gruffly, nodding at the boys still seated. "Girl with the legs, huh? Better than Cat's?" Brad teased, holding out his hands, suspect style, when Matt's face hardened. "Why don't you guys come sit with us? We'll buy you a round, have some laughs. What do you say?" he asked Matt, but looking at me. Matt half-shrugged and I took that to mean "thanks but no thanks" so I started to shake my head and explain we were celebrating, but Brad didn't let me finish. He grabbed a roving waiter and asked for a round of shots, along with some champagne to be sent over. "We can celebrate both, hon. My future with the Giants, and his…" he trailed off, questioningly. When Matt didn't immediately volunteer the news, I jumped right in. "He just landed his first role on a real movie set! Isn't that amazing? And guess who he's working with?" I babbled excitedly. Well, that got everyone excited, and the guys peppered Matt with questions, especially when they found out it was a war movie. The waiters came with extra chairs and place settings, and I moved away from Brad to sit down in one. My feet were starting to hurt. Just as I plopped myself down in between Matt and Brad, they both started talking to me. "Fix your skirt, Cat. I'm not getting thrown out of here because you're being slutty," Matt burst out just as Brad exclaimed "Oh man, why didn't your skirt do that when you were on my lap?" I looked down, horrified at the way the skirt had risen around my waist due to my unladylike sitting ability. Apparently when I sat, the hem of the already short skirt had caught on the fabric of the chair back, and I was now flashing that sexy black g-string Matt had picked out. Furious with him for calling me slutty (even though I know he didn't really mean it), I tried to adjust my skirt discreetly while blasting him back. "Goddamn it, Matty, if your balls weren't so blue, you wouldn't have picked out this floss for me in the first place! And if you controlled your goddamn temper a little better, I would have had a laugh with these guys and come right back to the table." He looked at me for a moment, considering. Then he shrugged, sheepishly, and chuckled. "What can I say, kitten? I didn't like the looks of him, and the looks he was giving your girls," he explained, gesturing toward my chest. "Hey!" Brad exclaimed. "In my defense, they're great girls." I punched him in the arm. "What? They are! I mean, when you're working on me, I sorta forget you're a girl, ya know?" "Yeah, she's a pretty good dude, for a girl," Spence leaned over to add. Eddie, who was watching the interplay, just shook his head. "B, she's your PT? I don't know how you could stand to have her hands on you all the time, man. Phew!" he joked. "Yeah, Cat," Ben added. "I definitely hurt my thigh and groin. Can you come check it out for me?" I laughed, pretended to peer over into his lap. "I see the problem, big guy," I said thoughtfully. "You're missing something. Do you know who has, or where you last left, your cock and balls?" I asked sweetly. The whole table erupted into laughter, even Ben, although he had blushed charmingly. "Do you want to help me find them?" he asked slyly. "Such a charmer, you are," I laughed. The whole table grinned knowingly at me. "What?" I asked, exasperated. Travis leaned in conspiratorially. "Rumor has it that any girl of Ben's has to be a snake charmer, if you know what I mean," he whispered as he gave me a telling glance. As I processed this information, I considered Ben, who was sitting back in his chair, accepting my stare. He lifted an eyebrow at me when I finished my appraisal. My smile became a grin, and I couldn't help it. I busted up laughing. Matt, Spence and James, who had been in their own conversations, looked over to see what had set me off. Ben had a small smile playing on his lips, Travis was grinning, and as I turned, I could see Brad. He had a look of mock anguish on his pretty face. "Dammit, Ben!" he said, without any real heat. "Another one bites the dust?" Frank questioned, jumping into our conversation. "Who, Cat?" James asked. "No way. She's never been gone for anyone. Her cojones are too big for any mortal man to handle." My laugh was tight and my smile brittle at James' words. Story of my life, as the saying goes. I wondered when this joke was going to get as old for them as it was for me. As I was pondering my love life, I involuntarily let out a gasp as I felt Brad's hand on my thigh. I sneaked him a glance, but he was talking to Frank, although I could detect a hint of a smirk on his lips. Still hurt by James' comment and feeling left out of the conversations around me, I flagged the waitress down and ordered myself another drink. I'm sure she saw Brad's hand from where she was standing, and she, too, gave me a knowing glance. I blushed, and as she walked away to fill my order, I stood, dislodging Brad's hand. Everyone turned to look at me, and I nervously smoothed my skirt down again. "I, uh, I'm gonna be right back," I stammered, turning from the table. As I walked to the restrooms, I could hear the table erupt in laughs, and I knew, I just knew they were laughing at me. That was ok with me, them laughing at me. That I could handle, and handle well. It came from years of practice. But them acknowledging my lack of love life, and the reasons why, only affirmed the inadequacies I had, and it grew into a huge ball of insecurity in the pit of my stomach. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, ashamed now that I had worn what Matt had wanted me to, and let that influence how I was acting, especially towards Brad and his friends. Just as I had made the decision to resist Brad and steel my resolve towards the therapist's oath I had made, I saw his blonde head peeking around the door of the women's restroom. I stared in disbelief as he looked up, caught my eye and grinned naughtily. "What are you doing?" I asked, laughing. "Looking for you," he said matter-of-factly. I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow, waiting for further explanation. He took the opportunity to close the distance between us, stepping in between my legs as I turned to face him. His hips rolled forward, and mine, trapped against the sink at my back, nestled comfortably in the vee of his. I tipped my head back to look up at him in amusement. "What?" he asked softly, his hand coming up to brush my hair out of my face. That tender gesture moved something in me, and I turned my face into his hand, brushing my lips against his palm. I heard his shaky exhale. His hand slid back to grab a handful of my hair and tilt my head back even farther. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, his mouth descended on mine. His full lips were firm and demanding, all but forcing me to open up under him. As I parted my lips, his tongue took full advantage and thrust into my mouth, tasting, exploring. I could feel a tightness in my belly, and my fingers dug into his shoulders. He had one hand still wound in my hair, the other was sliding under my shirt to cup my breast. He thumbed my nipple and I jerked, alarm mingling with lust. I tore my lips away from his, panting with the effort and feeling the loss. "What are we doing?" I whispered, more to myself than to Brad. He dropped his forehead down to mine, eyes closed. "Nothing, Cat. Yet," he whispered back. My eyes closed in response, attempting to find some logic or reason. I turned my head and rested it on his shoulder, his arms coming around me, one hand closing on the nape of my neck, the other lazily stroking my back. My own arms closed around his slender waist. "Let's go back to the table," he suggested. "I don't want to be thrown out of here again." I threw him a look, to which he only shrugged. "It'd be worth it this time," he eyed me, considering. That was enough to get me to push at his chest and wiggle around him towards the door, his low chuckle behind me. I reached the door and tugged, surprised to find it locked. Brad only grinned at my shock. "Did you want someone to walk in on what I had in mind when I came to find you?" I shook my head, grateful he had thought that far ahead. As it was, my mind was still spinning, trying to figure out what I was going to do with him. We made our way back to the table, the conversation halting when they spotted us. Mike and Ben had knowing looks on their faces, while Matt was tightlipped. James looked amused, and Spence was openly laughing. The rest of Brad's boys I'm sure suspected something, but their faces showed only mild interest. I moved to sit down, and Matt beat Brad to holding out my chair. As I sat, Matt leaned in and murmured, "I hope you know what you're doing." I slanted him a look out of the corner of my eye. He met my stare evenly. I grabbed the drink that was in front of me and took a big gulp. Liquid courage, and all. I could see Brad trying to suppress a smile. Conversation resumed, and we ordered dinner. After the waitress left, a thought occurred to me that had my devilish side coming back. "So," I cleared my throat, and paused for dramatic effect. Everyone turned to look at me. "I guess my night's on you boys, huh?" I taunted Matt, James and Spence with a wicked grin. Ben looked intrigued and leaned forward, but it was Mike who spoke up. "On all of us? Not that I'm complaining, but did you do something to earn it?" he teased back. I simply smiled and waited for someone else to explain. Spence groaned and Matt sighed loudly. "She did win," James put it. "And none of us even started." I only smiled bigger, gleeful. "Ok, someone explain," Eddie demanded. Matt sighed again. "We have this game," he began. "It's kind of a bitch-out game. We make each other outdo ourselves and one-up each other." "Like what?" Frank asked. "Well, today, Cat had to 'accidentally on purpose' fall into some guy's lap. Matty was supposed to lure a girl into the men's room. James had to make out with the male bartender, and I had to bring back the hostess's panties," Spence said, laughing. At the mention of the bathrooms, I felt Brad sneak his hand back to my knee. Involuntarily, I shivered as his thumb stroked patterns on my bare thigh, but kept my composure. What the hell, right? We were celebrating. And, cherry on top, he was a Giant! What more could I ask for? "So her falling in his lap was planned?" Ben asked slowly. I met his gaze evenly. "That was the bet," I said carefully. Whatever he seemed to be looking for in my face apparently satisfied him, as he nodded and turned his head away. Brad chuckled. "I thought you were dicking with us, Cat, when you said you had a bet going." I looked at him in surprise. "You know, a convenient excuse to come on to me, or something," he continued. Smiling slyly, I shook my head negatively. "Sorry, kid, you're not that lucky." Under his breath, I heard Ben mutter, "good" but I didn't want to question that at all. Dangerous territory. I was better off reverting back to my original decision to flirt with these guys, but not do anything that would jeopardize either my career, or my dignity. I knew I had better watch my step tonight. Games Ch. 04-06 Chapter Four Wrestling between thoughts of what his wife might be having about him, renewed carnal interest in his first cousin Julie and where in the hell he'd last fucked Sheri at the lake, Adam was a busy man - mentally. The miles disappeared behind him without notice and before he realized he approached the first turn off for the lake. He hated the lost periods of time heavy thinking caused. It never ceased to amaze him how he could travel so far -- without accident -- and miss so much. He focused on the, one, truly important thought, where, as he slowed down unsure if he should turn in. It was only then, sitting at a full stop in the middle of Clarksgrove Road, that he realized the moon was full. Brilliant moon light created stark shadows and illuminated his dash. "Full moon-waterfall, the fire!" He shouted out and drove away, suddenly knowing the spot where he and Sheri had gone. It all came back, as he sped off towards the last (or first, depending which way you were headed) in drive for the lake. The lake was natural, fed by a small waterfall at its head. It was at this location that he and Sheri had ended up that night. They had been at a party. The drive home led to one thing and then another. Adam had taken the first road towards the lake, not having been down it before, and they were both surprised at what they found. A few miles down the paved county road, Adam slowed again and made the left turn onto the small gravel road. He grew anxious, excited almost, as he headed down the moon light mottled road. The night air turned heavy, damp with lake water smell. The clammy night air turned Adam's feeling of anxiety into fear, as he approached the small campgrounds. He pulled into the fence railed parking area and shut down the car. Turning off the headlights, Adam's eyes spotted, camera flash blinded. He cursed silently and waited for his eyes to adjust, closing and opening them several times. Finally, able to see by the shafts of moon light, Adam exited the car. The interior dome light came on immediately when he opened the door, creating another period of adjustment, after closing the car door. No longer hearing the wind rush by his open car window, or the engine noise, the night silence seemed almost deafening to him. Gradually the sounds of crickets, frogs and other unseen and unknown night creatures came to his ears. Off in the distance he heard the waterfall, a constant splash of river fed water into the lake, sounding soft and inviting. Adam moved away from the car, heading towards the picnic grounds, after making out what he thought was a table. He walked full force into the auto guardrails and slammed his right shin hard. "Yeoow! God damn it!" He yelled out to the night. Crawling over the double railing, Adam chose a zigzag, sort of, path using moon light shafts as markers, making his way. "Jesus Julie why here? Julie...I'm here, so what the fuck?" He yelled out. His voice interrupted the night creatures. There was no reply. Adam sat down on top of the first picnic table, feeling exhausted. A few moments passed, as he sat rubbing his sore shin. The light night breeze brought the sound of someone talking -- it was faint, down by the lake. He hadn't really noticed before but, there off in the distance, he thought he saw a small yellow-orange glow. 'A fire?' He questioned silently and stood up to investigate. Carefully and slower this time, he approached, picking his way through the campgrounds, as he listened to the words growing louder. Every step closer convinced him it was Julie's voice. "...Sheri, did I ever tell you dear ole Adam is a yellow rain connoisseur?" Adam stopped his advance, suddenly short of breath. He hadn't heard a reply to Julie's question. Silent and straining, even harder, to hear, he cupped a hand to his right ear. "Oh yeah, he really is! We were at a lake one day. You know, I was sun bathing, nude of course, and Adam was dickin' around in the water. Next thing I know, he's standing over me, peeing! God it was weird. It ran down my back and into my butt crack. Well, I turned over and grabbed him - the fight was on, let me tell you! Next thing I know, I'm lying on top of him -- 69 style -- sucking his dick and he's got is nose buried in my pussy, licking my clit for all he's worth. That's when I did it -- I let go! Damn near drowned him until he caught up. Yup, you got it - gulping like crazy trying not to choke! He's loved it ever since...You guys ever do that at all?" Adam groaned, dropped his hand and his head. Julie may have been right but he felt certain she had just placed the final nail in his coffin. Adam prayed for a swift ending to his life and Julie's torment. It was prayer that was not to be answered. Steeling himself, Adam pressed on wondering what, in God's name, his defense could ever be. He was certain his fate was sealed; the paper of damnation placed in an envelope and glued shut with a blob of wax - the devil's seal stamped into it. In his mind, Sheri held it and waited for him to emerge from the wooded picnic area. Adam could not have been more wrong. "God damn it Julie -- Sheri, I can explain..." Adam cried out, just as he burst from the picnic area and went silent seeing no one. There was small fire but, nothing else. No Sheri, no Julie, just a recorder sitting on a rock near the fire. As Adam approached, he could hear the hiss of the tape, the recorder was still running. He bent to pick it up, determined on tossing it into the lake, when Julie's voice suddenly came back on. "I wouldn't Adam...I know you and you're just about to toss the recorder -- aren't you?" Adam yelled, dropping the recorder as if he'd picked up a snake. Julie went on talking, although it was muffled sounding. The recorder lay on its face, sand covering the speaker holes. After regaining his composure, Adam again picked it up. "...so like I was saying, she doesn't know everything -- yet. Say how's your bladder anyway? Gotta pee yet? If not, I bet you're getting close huh? Don't, not until I tell you to. So, here's the deal my perverted cousin, between the fire and the lake you'll find a small beach bag, put your clothes in it, I assume you dressed at the house. I think you need a swim Adam -- cool off, you know? Oh and don't fucking pee in the lake -- it's not sanitary!" The recording ended, with a small click and Adam swore. He tossed the recorder back to the sand. "Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Reluctantly, he went to find the bag. A few minutes later, Adam stood naked at the waters edge, feeling its temperature with his toes. The water felt warmer than the night air but still he shivered thinking about getting in. He had to, knowing he had no other option. He took a quick glance, back, towards the bag he'd tossed by the fire and then with several large, leaping, bounds dove head first into the lake. "Holy Shit!" Adam screamed out, before the lake water took the last of his breath away, when he surfaced. The urge to urinate came quickly, as Adam threaded water wondering how long he was suppose to stay in. His rapid breathing calmed some after a few moments and so did the urge. He swam around scanning the beach. She was out there somewhere, watching, he just knew it. Anger built up inside him, once again. Nasty, torturous, things came to mind and all he wanted to do was get his hands on his dear cousin -- Julie. After, twenty minutes, he'd had enough and swam towards the shoreline, no matter the consequences he was getting out. Adam was stunned when he arrived back at the fire, dripping wet and shivering. The bag was gone and on the opposite side, away from the lake, laid a woman. A very naked, well built woman. She said nothing. Her legs spread wide, just as Julie's had been that day at the lake. Jerking his head away from the beauty laying on the sand, Adam searched for Julie. 'How? How had she taken the bag - and the woman -- how, in the hell, did she get here without my seeing?' He thought to him self. Once again, the game seemed obvious. Drinking the large pitcher of water, warned not to pee, a woman lying naked on the beach, it all added up to Adam and he realized exactly what Julie wanted. Adam tarried, warming himself next to the fire, before taking tentative steps towards the woman. He straddled her body with his feet and stood over her looking down at her long blonde hair tied off into two ponytails. Her breasts pressed out on either side of her chest, giving Adam the same view he'd had of Julie that day. Her back muscles rippled slightly as she moved without a sound. Her buttocks scrunched and released and Adam's eyes went to the exposed lips of her vulva. Flared, glowing pinkish-red from fire light, their smooth bareness excited him, even in his anger. The urge to pee came on strong and Adam gripped his penis, closing his eyes. Adam's hot stream hit the woman between the shoulder blades and she jumped to her elbows, crying out in mock surprise. Adam's eyes snapped open. Unable to stop, he too jumped and damn near fell backwards when she snapped her head around, smiling at him. Speechless, Adam continued to pee, the stream now making loud sputtering, pooling, sounds in the woman's ass crack. She slowly turned over and reached for Adam's cock, pushing his finger away. Her smile turned to soft laughter, as she aimed his stream for her mouth. Petrified, Adam shivered hard like most men do finishing a piss, sending the last short bursts into the woman's mouth and onto her chin. Unsure of what to do next, Adam stepped over the woman's back, closing his stance. She maintained her grip on him and without speaking, tugged his cock downward making Adam drop to the sand. "Your turn?" Adam said sheepishly, recalling that day so long ago. The woman nodded, as Adam dropped to his back on the sand. Her breasts swayed deliciously above his head as she moved into position. Full, firm and natural, they sported eraser like nipples, although no way near as large as Julie's he thought. They were hard and jutting out. The woman moved to straddle his head and pin his arms to the sand with her legs. Her flared labia, just above his mouth, was within tongues reach he thought but dared not. Adam felt the heat of the small fire on his legs and his penis lengthened, stiffening to the sights and smell of this stranger. Her clitoris was poking out at the start of her slit, pointing at the wet, soft, ribbons of tissue -- her inner folds. Adam closed his eyes, groaning, just as he saw her flex and relax, starting to pee. The sexual rush of so many years ago came back to Adam and like a hungry baby bird he gobbled up her hot offering. Apparently satisfied Adam wasn't going to move, the woman slid back and finished her business by soaking Adam's stiff shaft and balls. She finished, sighing out in relief and then bent to kiss Adam, fully on the mouth. It wasn't a peck. It wasn't a friend greeting friend kiss. It was a full on lip embrace, with a hungry tongue and moaning, as she rubbed her breasts on his wet chest. Still silent, she finished her kiss and got up. Her vulva glistened in the fire light, wet from peeing. She winked at Adam and walked away, leaving him on the sand. It was too late for Adam when he realized he should have watched her leaving. When thoughts of Julie, the lake and the first time she'd peed on him finally ended, Adam jerked up right. The woman was gone and so were his clothes. "JEW -- LEE!" He cried out to the night and lake... Chapter Five Unsure how much more he could take, Adam remained by the fire, watching it slowly burn out. He'd had doubts in his life before. Challenges that just seemed insurmountable and yet he'd persevered. This time it felt different. This time it was personal, humiliating and destructive. He viewed the lake as an enormous "pity pot" and saw him self in the middle, floundering with doubt and recriminations. The moon, now slightly off its apogee, illuminating Adam's nudity when the fire finally went out. He got up from the sand, brushed the sticking sands from his ass and legs and walked off towards his car, despair and defeat his companions. Not once did he think of his car keys, during the stumbling, bruising, walk back. Deer, rabbits, fox, raccoon and all manner of woods wildlife, stopped what they were doing that night. With eyes wide, in the bright moon light, they poised, ready to run from the awful wail that carried throughout the woods. Adam had made the parking lot, finding his car gone. In its place sat a small motor scooter -- a Honda and no doubt it was no larger than 80cc's. Adam cringed, after yowling in despair, thinking of the long cold ride back. He approached the scooter, laughing an insane sort of laugh and found yet another note. He eased his bare ass and balls onto the night chilled plastic seat and fired up the Honda. When he switched on the scooters head light he snatched the up note and bent over to read it. Hey cousin! Brings back some memories huh? I'm loving this game, how 'bout you? Well, no matter cause you ain't got much choice -- right? Best get motoring Adam, time to get you back to the house...and be careful. Don't be bashful along the way, you just might find someone in need, if you get my drift! Love Julie. The note drifted from Adam's fingers, lying in the course gravel of the lot. Without a word, Adam pushed the bike backwards to clear the fence railing and slipped it in first gear. The exhaust from the bike picked up the note, sending it fluttering towards the tree line when he drove off. It took a bit, not having ridden a bike in so many years but Adam finally got it under control. It came at the expense of a skinned toe and brush scrapes, as he wobbled along, side to side on the uneven gravel road, nearly crashing once into the woods. It was a bumpy, cursing ride for Adam. He was thankful but only for not having to walk. He lost control when he hit the hi-way. The sudden solid grip of asphalt sent him careening across the roadway and nearly off the other side, before he managed to head off in the right direction. A couple of down shifts and then a return up through the gears and he was motoring nicely at a steady 45 mph, finding the night air very chilly. 'Someone in need.' The notes wording came back to him, as he drove along. "Yeah right Julie, like I'm going to stop to pick someone up on this thing -- not too mention being naked Julie!" He shouted out and started the strange little insane laugh again. Five miles down the road, the bikes headlight caught something up ahead. Crouched along side the road, Adam's first indication was the glint of eyes, luminescent in his headlight. As he approached the form rose up, it was human -- not animal, and naked! Adam nearly lost control again, seeing a pair of large nude breasts, jiggling and wiggling as the woman frantically flagged him down. He slowed down, not able to believe his eyes and came to an unsteady stop, just short of where she stood. "Christ, I didn't think you'd ever get her! You drive like shit, slide back I'll drive!" was all she said, running up to Adam. "But...What in the hell are you doing out here?" Adam managed to get out, forgetting his own nudity, for the moment watching her approach. "Never mind, just get your ass back so I can get on!" Adam did as asked and paid the price. His ass traded places on the plastic seat, going from heated and pliable - to cold and stiff, in a fraction of second. He jumped up, crying out at the sudden cold shock. She laughed and lifted her bare leg up and over the bike, easing down on the warm portion. "Umm, thanks, my butt was getting pretty cold. Better hold on, wouldn't want to loose a birthday boy." Adam felt the bike click into first gear and then lurch forward suddenly, without warning. Forgetting all else, Adam quickly grabbed the woman, wrapping his arms around her bare body. He couldn't believe it. They roared off into the night with his hands firmly gripping her tits, as he pressed hard into her backside. Her warmth was welcome and needed. It wasn't long before the bikes vibrations and her body rubbing against his caused an obvious reaction. She felt it too. Adam felt her hips push back slightly, pressing against his rising cock. He felt something else too. The seat was growing wetter -- slicker, between them. Leaving the lake area and woods, the night air warmed slightly and he felt some of the cold tension leave her body. His cock, hard and rigid against her ass and the small of her back, grew more sensitive to the bikes pulsating ride, just as she slowed down, shifting the gears down towards first. "I thought I could take it but, I can't. This bike is sending me into overload - Okay birthday boy, she said you'd know what to do." The woman said, turning her head to look at him. Adam looked surprised, confused even, when the woman stood up on the bikes pegs. Adam's hands moved off her breasts and on to her hips. He felt the small quivering and shaking of her legs and immediately recalled another past memory. As the woman's ass cleared Adam's erect cock, it dropped forward sliding between her wet pussy lips. Keeping one hand one the throttle, she reached down and held his cock in place as she settled back down. She cried out softly after impaling herself on Adam's shaft and revd the bike's engine, releasing the clutch, they continued down the road. "Oh God this is wild! You were one perverted shit, you know that?" She cried out to Adam. Adam said nothing. He was lost in thought recalling the sex rides with Julie. His cock was happy and very busy giving this newest female a different meaning to vibrator. After two miles, Adam's crotch was soaked with her vaginal fluids. Adam prayed she could maintain control, as he was about to loose his and shortly thereafter - he did. "I -- I'm, Gwen...My God do you do this often?" Gwen gasped out yelling back at Adam loudly, feeling Adam's throbbing cock release his load inside her. The bike swerved a little but she maintained her control, riding out Adam's climax and her own. The seat and small space between them covered with cum made it hard for her stay on top of Adam's lap by the time she finally slowed down and came to a stop. They were both gasping, feeling their shared climaxes ending. Gwen rose up, pulling Adam's spent penis from her body and slipped on the bikes foot peg. She sat heavily on his semi-hard cock and started to laugh, uncontrollably. "Oh God - God I've got to do that again! Man you can take me for a bike ride any time." Adam, still clutching her breasts, rested his head against her bare back and chuckled over her words. He felt weak, happy and strangely not guilty. "I'd forgotten, Gwen -- is that right Gwen? Julie used to love doing that and well...Me too." He sighed out with a pause and then added, "I hate to motor scooter fuck and run but, don't you think we should get going?" Gwen turned around with a large grin on her face and a look saying "I can't believe this guy!" before she said in a soft voice, "Yeah, I guess -- say any chance you might get hard again before we get back?" It was Adam's turn to laugh and he did. Gwen missed first gear and the bike sputtered and lurched its way back onto the road. Thirty minutes of happy motoring, they arrived at the gate to Adam's home. She pulled over. "What -- you're not coming in? Jesus at least come in and get some clothes, you'll freeze your as..." "Nah, my part was to give you ride -- didn't realize you'd be giving me one. Enjoy the game birthday boy!" Gwen said quickly, stopping Adam's comment. Before he could say anything else, Gwen gunned the bike and left Adam staring at her naked body disappearing in the night. He shook his head in wonder and turned to look towards his house. He still had a fair walk and was again thankful for one thing -- he had paved the drive a few years back. Games Ch. 04-06 Chapter Six From his initial arrival home through his return on the Honda, Adam had re-experienced several things from his past. Acts that had given him enormous pleasure, during that insane time with his cousin, and he felt certain there was no way Sheri would ever understand. There would be no forgiveness. With slumped shoulders, Adam took step after, bare footed, step towards his home, defeated and ready to take whatever lied within. His worry about Sheri's safety had ended. He knew Julie well and there was no way she intended any harm to his wife. He didn't share that same thought where he was concerned. He arrived with sore feet, paved drive or not. He arrived disheveled from the scooter ride and caked with dried urine and semen. He was a mess, mentally and physically. The single thought he entertained when stepping onto the front patio concerned the door. 'God, please don't let it be locked.' He thought, reaching for the ornate door handle. It wasn't and his sigh ended with tears forming in his eyes. It was over. The game had ended, or so he thought, and he was back home, safe. The house was still silent. Sore, cold and despondent, Adam closed the door behind him and headed for bar. He wanted -- no needed -- a drink, and along with that, a hot steaming bath. If nothing else, he would look presentable when he finally faced the music. The emotional roller coaster had taken a heavy toll on Adam, far more than even he suspected. The drink, hot bath and crashing emotions combined, creating a sedating mixture the makers of Nytol could only envy. Adam drifted away, slowly canting over to rest his head on the tubs wide ledge. In deep, water warmed, sleep Adam dreamed. His eyes flitted and raced side to side behind closed lids, as his thoughts took him back -- back to Julie and the shared time with Sheri. ~ "...Adam -- no stop, not now! God not here Adam." Sheri cried out softly in his dream. Even then, her plea didn't sound convincing, as Adam recalled the night he first tried to get in her panties. "Jesus Sheri, you've got me so fucking hard -- why not? Why not here, there's no one around. I know you want to I hear it in your voice. Please..." "No, I want it to be special the first time. Aren't my tits enough Adam, can't you wait just a little while longer?" (Adam's lips were moving, in the bath, as he mouthed Sheri's words that night.) "God -- this so frustrating! A blow job? A hand job -- come on Sheri something, anything. I can't take this feeling much longer." Adam pleaded with her. (Adam's eyes stopped moving as he recalled Sheri giving in finally, feeling her small hand digging to extract his erect penis.) "Fine Adam, but just this once -- you understand?" (Small groans and grunts came from Adam's mouth, as the dream carried on and then a grin. He recalled watching her face that night. At first afraid, checking the surrounding area for people, her hand movements were tentative, hesitant.) "Spit on it Sheri, makes it slicker -- easier." Adam whispered to her. With a final look, Sheri bent and dropped a large dollop of saliva on the head of cock. Through half closed eyes, Adam watched his future wife smile, enjoying the hand job as much as he was. "You tell me Adam -- you tell me when you're going to ..." "Yeah, yeah sure -- don't stop, don't stop, keep going." (Adam lay semi-hard in the bathtub, groaning softly and twitching to the mental vision of her hand job. Just as he exploded, without warning, in the dream, the vision changed.) "Christ Julie, I had her blouse undone, her bra up around her neck...I sucked on her nipple so long my mouth got tired for Christ sake and still -- still she wouldn't let me in her pants! What gives?" Adam was now explaining, maybe complaining, to his cousin. (Julie's laughter came to him in the dream.) "Oh Adam, not all girls are so...Willing, you know? You got a hand job, right? So, it's not like she doesn't want to do anything and besides you always have me." "Yeah, thank God." (Adam's eyes rolled to the right, under his lids, following the dream Julie as she moved across her apartment.) "So did you come here to whine or..." "The "or" sounds nice Julie -- very nice." (Adam's lips moved soundlessly, as he shifted positions in the tub, now seeing Julie open her, tattered, college housecoat.) (The dream faded. When his minds eye again saw light, the scene had changed. Adam started to gasp softly.) "My God, what made you think of..." "The scooter, remember?" Julie replied breathlessly, ending Adam's dream question. (Adam's view had now changed. He was looking up at Julie's breasts, her chest heaving with a growing climax. She rode Adam's penis, with a vibrator humming vigorously inside her rectum and Adam felt every glorious vibration.) "The scoo -- ooter!" Adam cried out, partly in awe and partly because Julie rocked her hips harder and harder, nearing her climax bringing him along for the ride. ~ Dream Adam came hard, just following his cousin's climax and jerked splashing water on his face, in the tub. "Huh? Holy shit...Where am..." Adam shouted, gagging and sputtering on the water, nearly slipping under before he righted himself. His neck hurt and his eyes were bloodshot, the results of a bent neck position and too little sleep. Rubbing his neck, Adam leaned forward and released the water, now cooled considerably over where it had started. With effort, he got out and noticed the residual affect of the dream -- he was semi-hard. "Christ, a wet dream in the tub -- what next?" He muttered and started to towel off. Ignoring the early signs of the Eastern sky, a pinkish glow, Adam dropped onto the king sized bed and fell asleep within seconds. There were no more dreams. Adam slept the sleep of the dead -- dead tired that is. Near noon, he woke with a start, sitting bolt upright and breathing rapidly. His mind, clouded with the effects of deep sleep, took a moment or two to catch up to his body. 'Sheri.' Was his first thought, as he tossed off the bed's linen and comforter. Adam dressed quickly. He had no clue about what to do or, for that matter, what might happen next. He really needn't have worried -- Julie had taken care of those things for him. She had his day well planned. A short time later, Adam found him self staring at yet another note, in the kitchen, where he went to make coffee. He closed his eyes and tried to quell the insane giggle he felt rising in his throat. The same giggle from the night before. Adam made his coffee before picking up the note to read about his fate. Dearest Adam, You've been an absolutely wonderful birthday boy! I sure hope you've enjoyed everything. It saddened me to think you had such a short time to celebrate...So, I've decided to extend the party! Remember the Bijous Theater? Remember that sick little thing you did in college and I used to love so much? Sure would like to think you do because there's a great porno playing at the Roxy today. Don't forget to buy the popcorn Adam! You'll remember what to do -- I know you will! Love as Always, Julie Adam slapped his face with his hand, groaning. His memory was returning far too rapidly to suit him. 'Remember? Fuck yes I remember!' He thought and poured himself a cup of coffee. He burned his tongue on the first sip, nearly dropping the cup. "This fucking situation is out of control!" He yelled out, no longer able to think clearly. Adam was reacting, not acting on what was happening to him. Not a single thought entered his mind to make him believe he could change things. Adam believed one thing, as he readied himself for the hour journey back to town. 'Julie -- Julie has gone over the edge. Somehow, over the years, she wigged out and I'm paying for it. She is insane wanting me to relive our past!' Grabbing a set of spare keys, Adam slid into the Caddie and started it. He jammed it into reverse, barely missing the, opening, garage door when he backed out. The door closed silently, as he raced off down his long driveway, heading for town and the Roxy. It would be his best driving time ever. Adam parked in a lot a few blocks away from the theater; choosing to walk the distance and not chance anyone recognizing his car parked in the seedy theater lot. It was nearing 2PM and the restart of the on going "premiere" movie of the day, "Wild College Sex Pots". "One please." Adam mumbled to the aging woman, behind the booth glass. With a knowing look and small grin, a wrinkled hand pushed a single ticket out of the small opening at the bottom of the glass. Adam hesitated, staring at the paper ticket as if it might have some communicable disease attached to it. "Thanks." He finally muttered, picking up the ticket with just two fingers. The inside was exactly as he suspected, dirty and dingy. The afternoon sun barely made it two feet inside the front doors, before the grimy ceiling lights, covered with age old tobacco smoke, took over, casting the interior with a yellowish glow. A haughty sort of, disgusted, look washed across Adam's face, as he made his way towards the concession stand. "Large popcorn please." Adam was surprised that a young woman operated the stand. Well built and very good looking, Adam could only wonder what her evening job might be. 'Dancer or hooker? One or the other.' He mused, watching her ass cheeks wiggle under stretch pants. He took the popcorn, paid for it and received another look that shook the haughtiness from him. Slapped it right off his face, forcing Adam to give her a stupid grin, and a pleading look that said to her -- look, I know you know and you know I know you know, so don't say anything okay? Adam escaped without comment from the busty girl. The theater was nearly empty. A couple of men, one setting in the center row and one off to the left of center, sat waiting quietly. When Adam's eyes fully adjusted to the dark, he noticed two women sat side by side in the front roll. Selecting a seat two rows from the back, Adam settled in near the center. The seat felt sticky and Adam had no desire to know why. The game was starting up and Adam knew what he had to do. He pulled the small pocketknife from his pants. That one small action brought a flood of memories once again and as Adam worked at the bottom of the popcorn cup, he started to grow erect. The back theater door opened and closed several more times before the movie started, giving Adam reason to look up, making sure he wasn't being noticed or watched. A strange nervous excitement filled him. His final act was to extract his penis and plunge the popcorn box over it. His erection forced popcorn from the top of the cup. He settled back -- waiting and thinking about the first time he'd pulled this stunt on Julie. He recalled reading about it somewhere, in some tasteless magazine where people wrote in about their perverted sex experiences. He remembered laughing over what he read and then, at some point, deciding he would try it on Julie. He invited her to see a movie, telling her he'd wait inside for her. The movie never really mattered. Past experience had proven to them both it was only a public outing for finger fucking and hand jobs -- maybe an occasional blow job if the theater wasn't too full. Julie never wore underwear, at least when she went to the movies with him. A smile crossed Adam's lips as the thoughts went on. ~Adam's mind followed Julie's hurried entrance, as she made her way along the back row of seats. Plopping down in the seat next to him, she raised her legs and placed her feet between the openings of the seats in front of her. With a flashing white smile, a small squeeze of his arm and tender kiss, she grabbed his right arm and rested it across her left leg. Adam took it from there. Shaking the popcorn cup, Adam made offering to Julie. As Julie dipped into cup, Adam started to gather up her skirt, in small bunches with his hand, pulling it up. A grin formed on her lips, as she turned her to stare at the screen. The only indication anyone would have gotten that Adam had reached his desired goal was Julie closing her eyes and inhaling suddenly, but softly. Julie slid down in her seat, giving Adam more access and better reach with his fingers, as she continued to pull popcorn from the cup. The movie started, in Adam's mind, and he recalled Julie's sudden out cry at finding his erect penis in the cup, less than halfway down. "You pervert!" She'd whispered in his ear, before laughing. ~ The current movie drew Adam's attention. A bevy of, near naked, college girls were teasing their hapless neighbor, as movie credits rolled through the screen, explaining who the producer, writer and cinematographer were; and just who one might thank for the high quality audio work. Adam never noticed the, back, theater door opening and the weak illumination of the concession area lighting. Perhaps, Adam needs a little slack here. After all, he is just a man -- one having gone through quite a bit of late. You might find it understandable that Adam, while somewhat interested in the nudity now being displayed never paid attention to the young woman approaching him. She did however get his attention when she sat down next to him. Shocked, Adam turned to stare at his seatmate with a dumbfounded look. "Hi -- Jenny Aldrich." She whispered holding out her hand and smiling. "I hate coming here -- the people you know? There are all pretty creepy but you looked different -- nicer I guess." She commented maintaining a low whisper. Adam released her hand, trying to find voice. "Hi -- Adam...Why? Why in God's name would a young thing like you be in here?" He finally managed to get out. "A college thesis -- I'm doing research work." She answered smiling wider. Adam gave her one prolonged nod, not believing a word of what she said and returned to the movie. "God, you've got popcorn! I'm starved -- do you mind?" She whispered and before waiting for an answer grabbed a hand full. Adam jerked his head towards the young woman intent on telling her to stop, that he did mind, when she lifted her legs. His tongue stuck to roof of his mouth. "I've seen about 50 or 60 of these and they're all the same. I used to get...Horny, I guess, but not so much any more. Mostly I come to watch the people in here, you can pretty much tell what they're doing and when." Jenny whispered, leaning in for another hand full. "Jenny I don't think you should be eating my popcorn." Adam said, with the same stupid grin from before. "Why not? I'll buy more -- I was in a hurry and forgot. Oh look, my God can people really do that sort of thing? Sorry, guess I still get a little horny. What about you? Why do you come to porno movies?" Jenny replied, looking wide-eyed and innocent and grabbing yet another hand full of popcorn. Adam was starting to sweat. Her last grasp had come dangerously close to his cock and he knew if he didn't stop her she would have it on her next return. Whatever was supposed to happen he felt sure it didn't involve a college kid. Although... Jenny, paying him no attention, kept her eyes focused on the movie, munching on her latest handful of kernels with her right hand and absently scratching the inner thigh of her left leg with the other hand. It wasn't difficult. Jenny wore a short skirt that rested above mid-thigh, with her legs outstretched on the seats in front of them. Adam, torn between the movie and her activities, suddenly asked, "Jenny, I'm a little thirsty -- would you mind?" whispering, wanting her to stop what she was doing. "Yeah sure no problem but wait, this is a really good part." She answered and pointed at the screen. Adam turned to look at what she was referring to when Jenny reached for the fateful handful. Adam stiffened his entire body when he felt Jenny's fingers close around his cock head. In unison, they turned towards one another. Adam's face was ashen white -- Julies a crimson red, as the feeling of what she held registered in her mind. Oh-my-fucking-God, she mouthed, but didn't cry out. Adam flashed a sheepish grin and shrugged his shoulders. His eyes pleaded, begging Jenny not to scream. Grabbing Adam's right arm, Jenny jerked him towards her and landed his arm across her left thigh. "Adam...Do I really have a hold of your penis?" She whispered. Adam nodded his head and closed his fingers on her inner thigh. "Don't scream Jenny, God please don't. I'm sorry, I can't explain right now...It's a game, that's all I can say." Adam hurriedly whispered back, hoping against hope. Jenny remained silent, staring into Adam's eyes. Slowly her facial expression softened and she grinned. She released his cock and pulled more popcorn from the cup. Adam tried to turn away and found he couldn't. He stared back, feeling Jenny's hand return time after time, removing the popcorn and exposing his erect penis. When she couldn't pull any more out, she leaned over and grabbed the cup lip pulling it towards her to peer inside. "It's a large huh?" She offered, still whispering. "Yeah a large." Adam repeated. "So, it's all buttery -- slick I imagine? Makes it easier to..." "Yeah easier -- Look I'll go Jenny, I didn't mean for you to find..." Adam muttered out. "Ah, no - I think you should stay. This is about as kinky as I've ever seen. You wouldn't want my research to fail would you? So what do I do now?" Jenny replied stopping Adam and then quickly added in a very low whisper, "What, do I just jerk you off? And me - what about me?" as she looked down towards Adam's firm grip, high on her inner thigh. Adam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He closed his eyes, nodded his head and answered her. "I told you it's a game -- if you want, I'll take of care you while you're..." "Jesus mister, you are going in my thesis!" Jenny said excitedly, showing off her pearly white teeth in the movie light. Before Adam could reply further, Jenny slipped her left hand back into the cup and her right gripped Adam's thigh hand. She pulled it slowly towards her crotch, all the while smiling at Adam. "Hey, I gotta warn you -- I squirt so don't yell, okay!" Jenny released his hand and squirmed slightly, pulling her panties to the side. She had a firm, but buttery, grip on Adam's penis and the top was crushed over by the time she'd finished. "Umm, that should do it -- I'm ready if you are." She said coyly and turned her attention to the movie. Adam curled his wrist and his fingers finding Jenny's pussy already wet. Meanwhile, Jenny was silently stroking Adam's buttery penis. In the darkness of the movie theater, several people came that afternoon. Jenny pointed to one of the men near the middle section. His head reared back and a soft moan escaped his lips. "Told you." She whispered, increasing her rhythmic attention to Adam's sensitive penis. Someone else let out a muffled scream and there were sounds of people's bodies rocking in the old theater chairs --squeak, crack, squeak, creak. It was all around them and neither Jenny or Adam felt too shamed when their time came. Jenny clamped her free hand tightly over her mouth, cutting off her sudden desire to cry out. Adam felt his fingers drowning in the gushing steam of vaginal juice she let fly and came himself about the same time. Later, as the movie came to an end, Jenny told him it's was hilarious. "God, it was like a volcano going off! I looked down and you were spurting cum straight up. It landed on my hand and then rolled off over the cup edge!" She whispered and then lightly kissed his cheek. "Thanks Adam. Best time I've ever had at one of these. You've given me a lot to write about -- of course I wouldn't use your name or anything." "Yeah, it's been...Interesting Jenny, you're my first squirter -- I liked it. Guess this is it, huh? I'm not sure who was suppose to come in here for the game but I'm glad you showed up." Adam answered back, watching her restore her underwear to proper position and straighten her skirt. Jenny stood, just as the final credits started to roll. Games Ch. 04-06 "Well - bye then." "Bye Jenny...Hey, I kinda wish I could run into you again." Adam replied, watching Jenny walk away. He sighed, when she said nothing. Adam had his own straightening to do, not to mention getting his pecker back in pants and turned his attention to just that. Jenny paused at the end of the isle and turned towards Adam. "You never know what games bring." She answered back and hurried from the theater. Adam looked up suddenly, at hearing her words, and started to twitch, dropping the mutilated, cum stained popcorn cup. Games Ch. 07-08 Chapter Seven Adam walked out of the Roxy Theater, a changing man. For the first time, he entertained thoughts about what success, in business, may have been playing in his failing marriage. It was clear to him that, although he was a devoted husband and successful, there was a great deal more to marriage and life than being a good business man and devout. 'Jesus, Julie may have been right.' The final thought flashing through his mind, before he turned to walk back to the Caddie. For some, inexplicable, reason the world took on a rosier glow, Adam felt more alive than he had in years. 'Nah, you just had sex with a co-ed - dummy!' He thought and chuckled to himself. All joking aside, had anyone asked right then – right there – Adam would have agreed, he was changing. Mentally he was evolving, thinking of possibilities instead of consequences. Thinking about his wife, he began to wonder how she might accept certain sexual deviations, as he chose to think of them. He hadn't lost sight of the forgiveness thing either and hoped his wife could get over his involvement with Julie. He expressed other wonderments aloud to the passing wind, heading out of town. Instead of cursing over Julie's game, he found himself smiling, recalling the start and what he'd been through. He wanted to hug his cousin, kiss her and tell her she'd opened his eyes – he would be a better husband, kinkier no doubt, but better. He wanted most of all to face Sheri. He felt certain he could explain and regain her love. He was damn sure she wouldn't be bored in bed anymore and neither would he. Unknown to Adam, he was about to get, at least, one of his wishes. He was closing in on Clarksgrove Road, the last leg of his journey, when his cell phone rang. The number displayed was unknown to him. "Hello." "Julie - my God, where are you, I need to see you!" "What? Why? Yeah, I guess but...Okay, okay I'll see you there – huh? Ten minutes I guess, I'm just coming up to the road." Adam closed the phone, breathing rapidly and suddenly feeling a little clammy. No matter what she'd done to him over the past couple of days, he was no longer angry. Excitement took over, as the prospect of seeing her gain after all these years filled his mind. His timing was off slightly but, as she had promised, he found Julie standing along side the road several miles ahead. Adam pulled up and came to a slow stop, on the roads shoulder. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Her hair had grown considerably and she had filled out some, making her form a blend of sensuous curves and mounds. The brilliant set of white, perfect, teeth flashed at him in an opened mouthed smile, as she walked over to get in. "Hi cousin, are you mad at me?" She opened the conversation, tossing her bag into the back and closing the Caddie's door. It was the farthest thing from Adam's mind. He was stunned. "Mad? Ah...No - no Julie, not really." He managed to answer back staring his cousin. "Humm that's funny, I thought you might be. You okay?" She asked in all seriousness, turning to rest her left leg on the car seat. "Yeah sure, I'm fine – you?" Julie paused, watching Adam's eyes take in her body. They lingered at her bosom, obviously causing Adam to forget breathing. His eyes suddenly shifted away from Julie's nipples – nipples clearly visible through her light blouse, when his mind finally demanded him to breathe again. The loose blouse was not tucked into her frilly, short, skirt and Adam's gaze came to rest on the long length of her inner thigh, exposed when she turned. Before she commented, Adam licked his lips with a deliberate motion, easing their parched feeling. "I'm great, glad you could see me again – take your time Adam, it's been long while hasn't it. So...Have I changed any?" She replied, looking demur and sexy. Adam swallowed with difficulty, answering, "Better – I mean wow, I can't believe how much and yet you don't look a day older." Julie tilted her head back and laughed, giving Adam a view of her long neckline and the cleavage of unfettered, jiggling, breasts. His clamminess increased and he absently wiped his hands on his pants, growing more nervous. "Thanks, that was very nice Adam, I've tried to take care of myself. You're looking fit these days. Been a lot of years, I've missed you." Julie replied with a coy little look, that wasn't needed. Adam mustered a sighing response, "Yes, it certainly has – a lot of years." His eyes took one more, slow, measured look at Julie's lovely body. When he finally made it back up to Julie's face, she flashed the "I dare you" look at him, grinning, as she slid closer. Julie's exposed knee touched Adam's thigh, sending a heated electrical shock through him. "Julie, we're not kids any more Julie...I, I don't think we should be..." Adam stammered out, with no real conviction. Julie stopped his pathetic argument, placing a warm palm over his mouth. "Shhh cousin, it's okay. I think it's time I confessed a few things. Your wife...She's been in on the entire thing." Adam's eyes widened, the whites surrounding, dark berry looking, irises. Julie giggled as he tried to respond through her hand. The muffled words sounding agitated, at first, amused her and she didn't care. She wasn't through talking. Maintaining her hand clamp, Julie slid closer, lifting her knee to rest on Adams' thigh. "Now look Adam – it's not quite what you may be thinking. It started innocent enough but, God we're women, gift of gab and all that?" She began her words of confession. Adam's eyes returned to a more normal state, as Julie felt the tension ease from his body. "I contacted Sheri several months back, just wanting to know how you guys were. Well, one thing led to another and we kept in contact, writing – talking on the phone...Say why haven't you taught her a little something about a computer anyway? Never mind, it's not that important. Well, as women do, we started talking about, more, intimate things. That led to more questions and I suppose you can guess the rest. She broke down Adam..." Julie babbled on, slowly removing her hand from Adam's face. Adam took his opportunity to speak, stopping Julie's narrative. "Julie, for God's sake, she knows about us? Everything? All of it? What would possess you to do such a thing?" Were the first thoughts he verbalized. "Well...God, I don't know. She sounded so down, desperate, you know? I was asking about your love life, what you guy's did and before I realized it I said a few things that made her start to wonder, like how I knew so much. The truth always comes out Adam – always, you know that right? My revelations ended our talking for a while. I figured I really fucked up. Then the weirdest thing happened, weeks later she called back wanting to meet – have a face to face. I agreed but, let me tell you, I was scared shitless." At that point, Adam groaned and dropped his head back on the neck rest of the seat. "Wait, don't go all nuts on me – okay. It worked out great, it really did. Adam, Sheri has been...Starving, I guess, is the best word - for years Adam! She didn't seem to care that you and I had this – relationship thing - never even brought up the word incest. She was blaming herself for the lack of compassion and failed love life Adam, not you. Long story short – I made that meeting and what I told her damn near gave her a heart attack but it sure opened her eyes." Julie explained, softly rubbing Adam's thigh with her hand. Adam had been speechless though out Julie's confession and, when she finally stopped, he took the opportunity. "Julie did it ever occur to you what might happen after you spilled your guts? Did the idea of divorce, at any time, enter your pretty little head?" He replied, through clenched teeth, as a spark of anger immerged. "Oh Adam please – I'm a woman, I know about these things. Intuition and all that, you understand, right? There was no way Sheri was headed that direction. She's been a wall flower her entire life, always the wife and mother - the whole domestic cha-cha and totally in love with you. She never entertained doing the things we did, she couldn't Adam, she had no clue! Well, until I showed up anyway." Julie came back, giggling. "And now?" Adam interjected, sarcasm fueling the question. Julie ignored his sarcasm and the question. She, slowly, unbuttoned her blouse, as she looked into Adam's eyes. Time had not aged her breasts in the slightest. Not ever having children, Julie's eraser nipples, jutting out firm and stiff, seemed as if they were still nineteen years young. Adam had difficulty swallowing. (A, rather, persistent problem lately.) A wide, teeth filled, smile crossed Julie's lips, as she took Adam's arm and raised it over her head. Adam fully understood her intent. The fingers of Adam's right hand brushed the soft flesh of Julie's right breast and he shuddered visibly. Her smile widened and she went on. "And now...Let's just say Sheri's open to any possibility, as long as it involves you – oh, and she did include me too! Wasn't that nice of her?" Julie's, light, laughter filled the Caddie and before Adam could respond in any way, she closed her own hand over his, the one now gently squeezing her breast. "Your touch feels wonderful, would you care to..." Julie started to ask, sliding her other hand towards Adam's crotch. "Christ, no – well yeah but I just came from the theater Julie." Adam replied, with dismay, covered, eagerness in his voice. "Ah, the college girl. Adam, don't you mean "in" and not from the theater? How was that Adam? She cost me a few dollars, sure hope she lived up to what she told me." A smirk crossed his lips and Julie read the answer in his facial expression. "Wow, that good huh?" "She's a squirter." Adam mumbled out and turned his smirk into a grin, looking at Julie. "Whoa – no shit! Maybe I didn't pay her enough then." Julie came back, laughing, as she withdrew her hand from his thigh. Adam didn't elaborate and Julie understood. She slid her free arm around his neck and drew his face towards hers. Their lips met slowly, hesitant touches led to a passionate and deep kiss. It was a kiss of reunion and deep seated sexual feelings between the two. Julie pulled her lips away, gently sucking on Adam's lower lip and then softly, using her tongue, she went around his lips, licking and flicking them, daring Adam to suck it back in. He did. The second kiss ended breathless, for them both. Julie managed to regain her composure first. "It's okay – I can wait a little longer, I know I've put you through quite a bit and besides there is the party. Maybe we should get going." Julie said softly, her lips just scant millimeters from his. "Party? Going? Yeah - yeah, maybe we should get going." Adam whispered back, feeling like a stupid kid again with butterflies rising in his stomach. The butterflies weren't the only thing starting to rise either. Julie released her neck hold. She took a hold of Adam's breast hand to kiss it tenderly, before she slipped from under his embrace. Adam, immediately, regretted agreeing so quickly. Shrugging her shoulders, Julie removed her blouse, as Adam checked his side view mirror, preparing to pull out onto the road. "Don't mind me, I just gotta change before we get back – go ahead, take off." She commented, resting her head on the seat and arching her back. Adam put the Caddie into gear and Julie started to remove her skirt. Adam hesitated briefly, admiring the jiggle of her breasts, before slowly accelerating from the roadside shoulder. Julie paid him no attention, wiggling from her skirt. Then quickly she turned, bouncing up to her knees, on the seat and reached in the back for her bag. The thin string of her thong didn't go unnoticed. Adam took several glances at Julie's bare ass cheeks, lit by the dash lights, as they moved to Julie's activities. The strings of the thong came together at a small v-shaped patch, just above the small hollow at the start of her ass crack, and then disappeared between the fleshy mounds. Her bare hip bounced lightly against Adam's shoulder, as she dug around inside her bag. It was pure de' javu for Adam. When Julie stretched her right leg out, trying to reach something, it was too much for Adam. He slipped his right arm between her legs and placed his hand on her inner thigh. He heard Julie's soft gasp and moved his hand higher, seeking the point where the thong strings converged. A musky smell wafted through the moving auto, as Adam caressed the chord of Julie's, outstretched, muscles, just below her thong covered vulva. "Aaa-dam, you go any higher and I won't be held liable!" She giggled out. Adam took a deep whiff of Julie's sex, rubbing his fingers lightly across the small, silk, patch covering her crotch and sighed heavily. Julie was wet and her outstretched leg quivered over Adam's prolonged touch. She turned to her right, still holding on to the seat back, letting Adam get a glimpse of what his fingers touched. "You sure you don't want to..." Adam gave her eyes a quick look and removed his hand. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to, Adam wanted his cousin alright, he wanted her sex like never before. Without speaking, Adam placed his sex scented and moist fingers into his mouth and drove on feeling amazed he was growing erect again, well so soon anyway... Chapter Eight There was no need for faking surprise this time. This time it was genuine. His country home was well lit up and several cars sat in the circular drive, including his own. A banner, stretched across the front patio pillars, announced best wishes and happy birthday, to Adam. The smile on his face was genuine too. Julie cried out her own happy birthday and kissed Adam's cheek. "Ready birthday boy?" She asked excitedly. Adam nodded and gave Julie a puckered lip kiss, before he opened his car door. Sounds of commotion emanated from the rear of the house. A low humming sound, punctuated by sharp out cries of laughter and muffled sounds of music. Adam waited for Julie to slide out his side, holding out his hand. Julie exited wearing a form fitting, red, spandex dress. She seemed all legs. A quick flash of the, small, white thong patch, ended with the high dress hem and Julie's feet hitting the driveway. Her blonde hair emerged next, followed by the generous swell of cleavage and the quarter inch buttons of her nipples, pressed into the material. Julie bent over, adjusting the dress bodice, getting her breasts situated. When she finished, Adam held up her hand and arm, giving Julie time for a quick pirouette, before they walked towards the house. "You are so going to freak out!" She commented, as she took the lead after a butt slap from Adam. Julie stopped their progression, just short of the door. "Close your eyes." "Ah come on Julie do we..." "Damn it, close them! Don't go being a shit now, it's a surprise party." Julie interjected and poked Adam in the ribs – hard. Adam complied, with a soft groan and grinned, showing he would behave. Opening the door, Julie led him in and through the house. Adam was mapping their journey in his mind. He knew exactly where Julie was leading him, marking every turn and every change in floor surface. The party sounds, loud at first, grew silent as they approached, what Adam was certain was the rear patio area, where his game had started. "Okay, when I count three – open those baby browns of yours. Ready?" Julie asked and then started her count down. " One - two...THREE!" Julie whispered in his ear and then when she hit three, she screamed out the number. Adam damn near fainted. The music erupted to life, and screams of birthday wishes permeated the pool patio. Japanese lanterns stretched out from a center table area, illuminating the pool and entire area in soft light. On the table sat a, three, layered cake. On the top tier, lit candles surrounded a, nude, plastic couple copulating "doggie style". It was a wind-up sex toy and the male was rapidly shoving his penis into his female counter part. Julie and Adam approached the table and the male figure slowly ran out of steam, stopping his hip thrusts. Laughter followed, as the small group of guests watched Adam's shocked expression. Someone shouted out, "That won't happen to Adam!" and the laughter peaked again. Adam's face heated up and he blushed, turning to look at Julie. "Who are all these people?" He whispered, growing more embarrassed. "Friends – go ahead, blow your candles out, it's time to start this party." Julie whispered back and gently pushed Adam towards the cake. Adam gave the crowd a furtive glance, catching sight of the beach blonde, the dark haired scooter rider and the college squirter, all standing as a group, off to his left. A loud cheer sounded when the last candle fell to Adam's strong exhalation of breath and then a clamor for speech, started up. Adam glanced around the crowd and then to Julie, before he shrugged his shoulders, knowing they were not about to take no for an answer. Nervous, like no other time in his life, Adam looked down searching for words and then slowly raised his head. "Thank you - all of you, even though I don't know most of you. This has been one hell of a birthday party, at least the trip getting here, thanks to my beautiful cousin and others." Adam started out, sweeping his arm towards Julie and then towards the bevy of women off to his left. "I – I really don't know what to say. I've had the most outrageous two days of my life and I understand that my wife, Sheri, has played no small part in it. I think she must have increased her life insurance on me, cause I've damn near had several heart attacks!" He went on and the crowd cheered and laughed. Adam laughed too. When the laughter died down Adam's face took on a more serious look, before he continued his speech. "No seriously, my eyes have been opened. I thought my marriage was ending and now...Well, I think I have a new lease. Sheri – if you're out there – I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not believing in you, trusting our relationship and making our love life more exciting throughout the years, I love you." The crowd went silent at Adam's personal revelation and apology. It made Adam uncomfortable and he dropped his head. Julie squeezed his arm, acknowledging to him how very hard the words must have been to say, and then she started to clap, slowly. One by one, the crowd joined in until the entire group created a loud echoing, single, clapping sound. Raising his head, Adam formed a sheepish grin on his lips, watching as the crowd slowly parted like the waters under the command of Moses. Sheri, his wife, approached on the arm of a, well-built, young man, wearing a small Speedo swimming suit. His sizable penis imprinted the front of the Speedo, as he measured his pace with Sheri. She gave Adam a knowing grin – knowing she had one last surprise for him. Stopping short of her husband, Sheri turned toward the crowd and the young man moved behind her. "Friends – new and old – the birthday party is official now that Adam has arrived. I'm not sure what we will do next year but, you're all invited! I want my husband to have no doubts just what this party is about, so...Miguel, if you please?" Sheri announced and paused turning her head slightly, nodding to the young man. With a quick snap of his wrists, Miguel ripped Sheri's dress away. It was a stripper's stage dress, held together with Velcro. Instantly, Sheri stood naked before the cheering crowd, waving and laughing. "This is our first sex party – in honor of our new lease on life, Adam's birthday and his awakening!" Sheri yelled out to screams, cheers and wolf-whistles, from the small crowd. Adam was stunned speechless. Sheri turned, gave her young assistant a hug and kissed him fully on the mouth before Adam's wide eyes. Julie, now near naked, had striped down behind Adam, during Sheri's first announcement. She was slipping from her thong just as Sheri arrived at her husband's side. Sheri winked at Julie and motioned for her to join them. Adam felt Julie's arm wrap around his waist, joining his wife's arm and then, from the corner of his eye, he caught Julie's naked form and started to faint. Julie and Sheri kept him upright, laughing about his sudden weakness. Julie whispered something to Sheri and she again turned to the crowd. Games Ch. 07-08 "Ladies and gentlemen, Julie and I have a major gift for Adam, so please forgive us while we attend to it. Get naked, party, have fun – the bars open and we'll join you in a little while!" Sheri announced to laughter, cheers and a few lines of "For he's jolly good fellow". As clothing dropped in every direction, the corners of Adam's lips curled up and his eyes glassed over. Adam would later confess to his lovers that he thought he was dreaming, praying he wouldn't wake up too soon. Adam was wrong - there could be a future in the past. Together, Sheri and Julie led him away to the pool house and adventure beyond his wildest dreams... ~ I had a great deal of fun writing this one. I'll confess to having a "close encounter" during my youth with one special cousin but, nothing as notable as Adam. I started to wonder what might happen if that "special" cousin returned years later, with an appetite for renewed adventures. Games - grew out of those ideas and I hope you have enjoyed this story. Thanks to all for the support and the continued following. MDF251 ~