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The Third Way

By: AAkasha



His abduction had been planned for a month.

When I finally had him there before me, cowering, there was nothing that would stop me. I knew what I wanted, no matter how ruthless and degrading. I knew I had to do something to him to truly prove to him what he was to me.

Perhaps he was trying to make me feel sorry for him. I felt nothing, though, because I had planned for that. I had planned for those big, innocent eyes and the careful, calculated shifting of his shoulders.

This time, I used my new black straitjacket - an item that delighted me because of its sinister simplicity and complete functionality. Only four simple buckles made him so helpless.

The black hood, this time, didn't render me so completely distracted. I had taken time to get used to it prior to his abduction. I had done so by sitting, quietly, in my dimly lit bedroom while holding it between my fingers.

I had masturbated with it, the first time cumming quickly, the second time with a little more precision. Desensitizing myself to its ominous essence.

It smelled wonderful.

I wondered, as I paced around him, if he could still smell my scent on the inside.

*

I had him sprawled there on concrete ground. We were in a parking garage. He was in the black straitjacket and black hood, and so there were no weapons. I had disarmed him.

He tried. There is no doubt he tried. First by the way he tilted his head, trying to place it against my thigh for mercy. Then, how he breathed - purposely, deliberately. Loudly.

"Are you hyperventilating?" I observed. Casual. There was no sympathy from me this time.

"You're getting into the trunk of my car," I told him.

This, I assure you, he was not ready for.

*

It had taken some research and investigation, but I certainly enjoy planning a kidnapping. Only a few models of cars had a trunk that could safely be used for transporting a human being. I knew how much air he had.

And, remarkably, he cooperated. He did not want to upset me, I think, because he had seen a glimpse of the high heels. The painful spiked pumps. He had seen the black leather gloves. He knew I had removed all of my rings, deliberately, and that meant that slapping him, hard, was not going to be difficult for me.

Maybe it was my scent surrounding him, comforting him, that led him to step willingly into that dark place.

Or maybe he was already accustomed to the darkness.

*

The drive was about ten minutes long. I'm sure it felt much longer to him. When I lifted the trunk and eyed him there, I was surprised and pleased that I still felt no guilt, no fear, and no hesitation about what I had planned to do to him.

He had his knees tucked up close to his chest, his head down. Still covered with the black hood (which was so beautifully designed), I was not faced with pleading eyes, dampening of the lips or a clever announcement to distract me from my plans.

I wrapped leather around his neck. It wasn't a collar, really, as I never really pictured him as the type to wear a collar. I suppose because I never really imagined him as a slave, or even a submissive. He was simply someone I longed to dominate.

The leather around his neck was functional. Its purpose was so that I could yank him up, out of the trunk, to the floor, and direct him up the porch. It made it just difficult enough for him to breathe to keep him alert.

And he stumbled, just a little, trying to shake it off.

I imagine all he heard as we moved up the walkway was the sound of my heels and a slight hint of the wind in trees.

He still had no idea what was in store for him.

*

As part of my own little ritual, I took time watching him before I even began to remove the restraints.

I will admit, I enjoyed seeing him there, on the floor, straitjacketed and hooded. I knew he must look even better underneath all of that; his hair stuck to his face from sweat and tears, his eyelashes slightly wet.

I enjoyed watching him try, just once more, to see if he could find a way to make the straitjacket budge. I knew it frustrated him because he had found it, originally, not to be entirely too threatening.

After all, it was not white canvas. It was not real. Nor was it leather, covered with buckles, the metal jingling off of it ominously.

No, it was simple. It was so simple that he allowed himself to be put it in, much like the first time he playfully agreed to let me tie his wrists behind his back. After all, he probably thought, I could easily get out of it.

He couldn't.

And he couldn't now, either. No matter how much he twisted his shoulders, no matter how deeply he drew in his breath and held it.

But I certainly enjoyed watching him try. I enjoyed a single glass of wine, reclining in a big leather chair. I had my legs swung over the side, letting a single heel dangle from my toe. I sipped, tilted my head, and sighed softly to myself.

*

I snapped out of my pleasant daydream and decided it was time to get busy. When he heard my heels approaching he cowered a little, crouching down low, close to my feet.

Using the toe of my shoe, I pushed him, by the shoulder, so that he fell back onto his side, then eventually his back. Then, just for amusement, I placed that same heel right at the base of his neck, pushing through the hood.

"I could end your life right now," I commented.

The reason I said this, I still don't know. I wasn't really considering it, after all. I think I just wanted him to know that such sheer cruelty was even capable of entering my mind.

He tried to ease backward, and I could see the black fabric tightening over his chest with ever labored breath he took. Goddamn, I thought to myself, I love that fucking straitjacket.

"You probably want to know why I brought you here," I said to him.

He nodded. Carefully, gently. Cautiously.

"I brought you here," I told him. "Because I am going to rape you. Three times."

I don't know which affected him most. The tone of my voice on the word "rape" or the clarification that it wasn't going to just be one time. Or maybe it was that same heel, now angled right into his crotch.

"Three very different ways."

That definitely got his attention. And he tried to get away. He actually tried to get away. My boy sat up, fast enough to push my heel aside, and tried to get to his feet. I prevented him with ease and ended up sitting on his lap on the ground, my legs wrapped around his hips.

I felt his breath, even through the hood. It was tainted with the scent of my own pussy. I had no idea I'd soaked it so thoroughly. I imagine, for him, it was like being locked in a room with a pair of my wet panties duct taped right over his head. An idea for later, I pondered.

I nuzzled my face against the black fabric, closing my eyes, imagining where his mouth must be. It didn't matter, really, because he was wearing a black latex ball gag. I felt the dampness, though, and for a moment just enjoyed the pounding of his breath, through his nose, as it hit my face through the material.

"Do you want to see?" I asked him. "Do you want to see what I have brought to rape you with?"

Remarkably, he nodded. But it wasn't an encouraging nod, or a nod of excitement. It was a nod of trepidation, fear and hopelessness. It was a nod because he knew, based on how well he knew me, that anything other than a nod would get him beaten, beaten until he begged for the privilege of being able to nod.

He was, indeed, a very good boy.

*

I had the tools - the harness, the dildos (in several sizes), the leather contraption, all spread out on a small table in front of him. When the hood was removed, he actually didn't look at them.

Instead, he looked at me. I was surprised to see that he hadn't been crying; the wetness was from sweat. He was strong. Nervous enough to be visibly shaking, but only a little.

He looked at me, and I easily crouched down to give him eye contact. "It won't work," I told him. "I'm completely in a different place. You can save your strength. Do yourself a favor."

Then his attention turned to the tools, and he looked at them only briefly before closing his eyes and swallowing.

"Three times I'm going to rape you," I told him. I was walking to the tools, unzipping my skirt. I stripped down to lingerie and my heels only. I intended to be comfortable.

"Would you like a glass of wine, first?" I asked him. Just one glass, I added.

To my surprise, and disappointment, he declined.

*

I explained to him that the gag would be removed under the condition that he did not speak. The only words I allowed him to say were "yes" and "no." Even so, I warned him not to use them too much.

"Do you understand?" I asked as I unbuckled and removed the gag.

"Yes," he said. In a different state of mind, I'm certain he would have been a smart ass, and used his only other word instead.

Before starting with my project, I crouched down and applied some lotion to the corners of his mouth. He backed off, eying me suspiciously, confused by my demeanor.

I was watching my own fingertips. "Your skin. It's chaffed from the leather straps of the gag. I had it on too tight."

"Yes," he said, looking at me, now holding still.

But then I put the lotion away, and I picked up a leather harness. I said to him, "Which way shall I rape you first?"

*

I'm sure he knew I wasn't asking for his opinion. After all, with only having "yes" and "no" in his vocabulary, there wasn't really an appropriate response.

"No," he said. He said it when my back was turned to him, when I was picking up a bottle of clear lubricant and pondering it.

When I moved to him, he flinched and cowered, expecting to be slapped. Instead, I took him by the chin, lifted his head, and stared into his eyes.

"I think I'll start with your mouth."

*

Raping his mouth was a longer process than I'm sure he expected. Because I wasn't just shoving my strap-on dick into his mouth; that was merely the warm-up.

The raping of his mouth as I stood, making him kneel to accept it, was merely the warm up for what I really intended to do with his mouth.

But he accepted the first part a lot better than I had expected. At first, understandably, he gagged and pulled away, shook his head, and used one of his two words. He said it many times, even as I grabbed him by the head and turned him back to face the latex cock that sprung out from between my legs.

"You know you like it,"

He said it again, his second word. "No," he shook his head.

"That's enough with the words," I hissed. Then I pried his mouth open with my leather clad fingers, held his jaw that way, and pressed the entire length of my cock into his mouth.

I fucked him that way, actually making him look at me. Look right up at me as he knelt, arms still trussed over his chest in the beautiful black straitjacket. I imagine he was confused and bewildered, his mouth still sore from the gag, because he had no idea how long I might let this go.

My right hand alternated between holding his head still (or by the hair) or reaching to the base of my dick, and my left hand wandered between my legs from behind. I slid my fingers under my panties and massaged myself, still forcing him to keep looking right at me.

It was, for me, a very beautiful, nasty moment. Watching him struggle to accommodate all 7 inches of my cock, making him strain to stay upright.

When I pulled my dick out of his mouth I heard him let out his breath in relief. He thought it was over; the first rape, that is.

But that was just the warm up.

*

I locked the same dildo on one side of a leather gag harness. This time he tried to pull away again, shaking his head from side to side.

I had to grab him by the hair with one hand, growl at him to look at me, then slap him hard across the face. When I made him look at me again he shut his eyes hard, flinching in pain.

This time, when I pried his mouth open, I'm sure he tasted the wetness on my fingers. Maybe that helped him to cooperate even more. Once I had the cock in his mouth I locked the leather harness over his head, then mounted a red, jelly dildo on the other end, facing out.

"This is your first rape," I told him.

And when I mounted him, spread out on the ground what he could in a straitjacket, I heard nothing but a quiet, painful whimper.

*

Raping him that way felt better than I thought it would. It felt better because I could feel him trying to hold still, but trying to breathe at the same time. The cock in his mouth prevented him from breathing at all that way, and I found that when I lowered myself completely onto the dildo it prevented him from breathing through his nose.

Convenient, I pondered, taking longer, more luxurious thrusts. I would lounge, momentarily, feeling the fullness of the dick inside of me, feel the slight twisting of his body as the desire to breathe started to consume him.

When I had received my fill of his tortured inability to breathe between thrusts, I dismounted and reclined back, opening my legs and holding them by the ankles.

"Come here," I ordered. "And make me cum. You have sixty seconds. Then we start adding pain to the equation."

He inched toward me, off balance, and I imagine that he would have been able to do a much better job if he had the use of his hands - even if to just balance himself on all fours.

It gagged him, painfully, every time he pushed forward to try to get that dildo deep into me. I made it hard for him, on purpose, by shifting slightly enough to make him have to move his head.

He was remarkably unsloppy.

But, alas, I did not cum.

And even though he didn't have a clock in front of him, he knew when his time was up. And he knew when I pushed him away, pinning him back down on his back, he had failed.

And even though he had a huge cock in his mouth, I could make out the word.

"No," he was trying to say.

And I picked up my riding crop.

*

Sitting on his face again, full with the wonderful feel of the jelly cock, I enjoyed the bare, tender skin at the insides of his thighs. I'd removed his pants and re-tightened the straps at the bottom of the straitjacket, and while sitting on his face he could do nothing to get away from the sting of that crop.

It did not take long to cum this time. I came mostly because of the whimpers he tried to get out when my ass and pussy didn't prevent all sounds. His face, I noticed when peering over my shoulder, was coated, literally soaked, with a mixture of sweat and my juices.

And I think he was on the verge of tears when I straddled his lap to face him again, this time sliding my tongue up the side of his face just so I could have a taste.

*

I could tell he was exhausted.

"But we haven't even gotten to the second way, yet," I said to him, picking up my strap on harness again. He knew, even with the slightest glance, what the second way would be.

I used my heel to nudge him, standing over him as he cowered. "You're going to take it either on your knees, shoulders to the ground and ass in the air, or you're going to take it on your back with your legs up. I'll be kind enough to give you that small choice."

The decision, of course, only tortured him more. He had no idea which would be worse. He knew it would be painful and degrading no matter how the cock ended up in his tender ass. He was shaking his head now, close but not quite saying, "No." He bit his lips. He was afraid to say it again.

I just stood there, hands on my hips, briefly reaching out and lubricating my 8 inch dick a little bit. I enjoyed watching it bob in response. I saw him regard it for a moment, then roll over onto his stomach, pulling his knees up a little and trying to position himself comfortably with his face to the ground.

Using my feet to pry his legs apart more, I placed both hands on his ass cheeks. "This should make you feel like the whore you are," I told him. "And I know you've been wanting this a long, long time."

He used the other word. He said to me, softly, "Yes."

And when my cock pressed into him, he screamed the other word. He screamed it loudly.

*

Perhaps he never took the word "take" seriously. An act of cruel penetration, a thrusting, merciless, opening him up and filling him completely.

"You love my dick," I said to him. "Say it," I ordered.

And I honestly expected him to fuck up (maybe I wanted a reason to hurt him).

But he just said, "Yes."

I said, "Say IT."

He said, "Yes!", and he was gasping.

"I give you permission to say the entire sentence," I hissed, watching all 8 inches disappearing into his soft flesh.

He said it, painfully. He said it once, then I thrust harder and told him to say it again.

The next time, when he said it, his voice cracked. I felt I could cum from this penetration. I felt I could cum from his violation. I shut my eyes, and I concentrated on the feel of my dick inside of him. It felt a part of me. The pressure against my pelvis was driving me insane. I wanted to cum, but had no desire to cut his rapture so painfully short.

"Do you want me to cum?" I asked him.

"Yes," he gasped, and I imagined if he had his hands free, he would be clutching - grasping for anything to hold onto. The pressure of my body pounding into his made him shake.

"Do you want me to cum with my dick in your ass?" I asked him.

He didn't reply. So I thrust harder, this time holding his hips for leverage. It was painfully deep, and he gasped, and he hissed "Fuck!"

And he immediately knew he had spoken an inappropriate word.

So when I gagged him, tightly, giving his ass only a few moments to rest, he did not resist and didn't try to beg desperately with his eyes. He took the second half of his fucking without the ability to even cry out.

And when I came, his entire body was trembling.

*

I let him rest, but not for very long.

Taking off the harness, I watched him shivering there, breathing hard, his eyes shut tightly. I'd removed the gag when I was finished with his ass, and I saw him catch himself before saying, out of habit, "thank you.".

"Now, what about the third way?" I pondered out loud.

I could see he was spent. His mouth - so precious, because his skin was so soft - was bruised from the various things I had shoved inside. The straitjacket, remarkably, seemed to almost be soaked through in some areas with sweat. He'd been in it for so long, it did not surprise me.

As I went through my box of toys, I noticed that he was unable to see around the lid. He could not tell what I was getting. I'm sure he could not guess what the third way would be, because the first two had been so ruthless.

*

I enjoyed talking to him cryptically about the third way as I reclined, legs open and my favorite vibrator placed lightly at my thigh.

"The third way," I told him, so casual that one would not know I was nearly naked with the tip of a vibrator inches from my pussy, "Is the most meaningful. The most painful. The most unnatural for you."

I saw such pain and exhaustion in his eyes. I know he wondered to himself what could be more intense than having his mouth used like a dildo and his ass violated with a dick 8 inches long.

And I saw longing in his eyes, too. Longing to kiss me right where I'd placed the tip of the vibrator. Longing to be held and comforted, and to be taken away and freed from the straitjacket that undoubtedly seemed like part of him now.

I saw recollection in his eyes. I saw behind them what he was thinking; he was expecting me to harness a latex cock around his hips and fuck him that way. Because I never let his cock inside of me; he knew that was off limits. He knew his cock wouldn't be in my pussy, for one, because he had not submitted completely in my eyes, yet. And secondly, because I told him, in fits of cruelty, that his dick just was not adequate.


The Third Way



This, of course, was a simple act of cruelty just like any other toy I used to torture him with, but he always took it quite literally. In the heights of passion, when I made him lay on top of me and fuck me with an 8 inch latex dick while his own throbbed helplessly and painfully fastened away, I could see the pain in his eyes. Unfortunately, he never quite understood the insincerity in my observation, and that his dick, in reality, was more than sufficient.

So as I watched him, I noticed that he was concentrating on something else. Probably trying to lose the erection because the device I made him wear during those sessions was excruciatingly painful if he was hard.

He was still looking to the side, solemn, lashes slightly damp, concentrating, when I crouched down and lifted the black hood back over his head.

Even though he didn't resist, I knew he did not want to be back beneath it. It was bad enough he was about to be used in what he considered the most painful, degrading way. Now, I was making sure it would be completely dehumanizing.

Just the sight of him that way, again, did wonders for readying me for another orgasm. I felt cruel and heartless as I prepared my tools. "You look so hot in black," I said to him. Black straitjacket. Black hood. Black and blue.

Almost inhuman, now, he was there before me on his back, naked except for the straitjacket and hood. When I straddled his lap I leaned down to tighten the laces on the hood, making sure he would not be tossing it off. I wanted to look at him the entire time when I violated him the third way.

He whimpered when I took his cock into my hand. He whimpered because he knew how cruel I was, and he knew I wanted him hard before I locked on the harness that would push his painfully hard dick aside and support a stiff, 8 inch piece of latex, complete with balls.

I used lubricant to make sure it felt even better, and smiled, approvingly, when he stiffened in my grasp. I saw him squirm to try to get away. I saw him breathing, painfully, under the hood.

And he gasped, lifting his head, the hood pressed tightly against his face when he felt what I did next. I mounted him, slowly, letting out my breath when his cock entered me. I wondered, eyes closed momentarily, if he would cum from the mere shock of being inside my tight, warm pussy.

But I knew him better than that. And he knew not to disappoint me after giving him this gift. Still, it was to be a violation, and for me, that meant making him endure the entire time.

So I held his head tightly by a fistful of hair, right through the hood, and I fucked him like he was nothing more than a mounted dildo for my use. All covered in black, he could not even move. He squirmed beneath me but I did not let him move more than a few inches.

"Don't cum," I hissed.

He whimpered.

"Don't cum, or I'll hurt you."

I felt his body tense, I felt him pull all of his strength together. I enjoyed the feel of his cock inside of me, leaning down, gasping against his neck as I tightened around him.

I came, for the third time. I came without letting him cum at all; I came as he squirmed beneath me, covered in black.

Afterward, I collapsed on top of him, arms wrapped around his neck. Exhausted. "Did you like the third way?" I asked him.

"Yes," he let out his breath. I could hear him, somewhere, behind the black hood.

"Did you expect that?" I asked him.

"No," he replied, still breathing shakily.

I fingered the material of the straitjacket, staring at his throbbing cock, at the bit of precum that had formed on the tip. "None of them are quite as intense," I told him, "As the third way."

"Yes," he agreed. And we remained that way for a long time. 



The Third Week



I dreamt about my lover again last night. I dreamt I was searching through my husband's sock drawer, trying to find a pair of socks that would fit him.

Some of my dream metaphors are so obvious they belong in a first-year psychology textbook.

I told my husband about my lover two weeks ago – not who he was, but that I'd been having an affair. I was sick of lying. I wanted to either end my marriage or end my affair and fix up my marriage. 

I told my husband it was only sex, and the sex wasn't even very good. 

I felt better immediately after telling my husband – cleansed, and ready to start again. Now I'm thinking about my lover more. I miss him. I miss us. The end of a relationship is sad because you'll never have that same relationship with anyone else. You'll never be the person you were in that relationship again. 

We played lots of games. We both liked to play with my body. Once we went to a nude beach together. We hadn't seen each other for weeks – such a long time – because he was on holidays with his family. We arranged to meet at the carpark near the beach. I wore a short little purple sundress with straps, and high-heeled sandals, because I don't have any flat ones, and a straw hat. I didn't wear any underwear, because there wasn't any point. 

I pulled up in the carpark and he was already there, standing outside his car. I walked towards him, worrying that he'd notice my body was a little more rounded than the last time I saw him, worrying about how pale my legs were, worrying about whether I looked stupid wearing high heels to the beach. And he saw me walking towards him, the sun shining through my flimsy dress, so short it barely covered my cunt, and he just thought, "Fuck…"

We fucked quickly and desperately, because it had been so long. We found a flight of stone steps leading underground, just off the road. I lifted up my dress and my cunt was there, ready for him, warm and wet. He hardly paused to lick my juices off his fingers before his cock was inside me. I stood on the steps, my hands braced against the cold stone, to take the pounding his cock was giving me. He pulled out to let me taste my own saltiness and then he was back inside me, only able to last a few more minutes before the tightness of my cunt, the tightest he'd ever felt, was too much for him. He pulled out once more and I swallowed his cum, feeling it run down my throat, wanting to have him as deeply inside me as I could get.

But that wasn't the best bit of the day. We walked to the nude beach, down a steep, rocky path. The men on the way up the path stared up my dress at my bare cunt as I climbed over rocks. 

The beach was full deeply tanned men stretched out on towels, waiting for the appearance of women who hadn't yet realised that nude beaches were populated by perverts. Or women like me, who didn't care. 

I pulled off my dress and rubbed sunscreen into my body. Over the Christmas holidays my tits had become slightly fuller, my arse slightly rounder, my hips slightly more curved. We went into the water and I played to the men lying on towels and the shyer ones hiding behind bushes, splashing around in waist-deep water, my tits bouncing. Then we lay on our towels, letting the sun warm our wet bodies. He told me there was a man nearby, lying on his stomach, watching me, occasionally adjusting his erect cock beneath him. I spread my legs so he could get a better view of my just-fucked pussy.

The man followed us when we left the beach, but we doubled back and avoided him. I didn't want to fuck him, just tease him.

As I was about to back out of the carpark, another man stepped out from behind the bushes, and furiously tugged on his long thin dick in front of me. I watched him for a minute, then pulled one full tit out of my dress and showed it to him, before driving off. I knew I shouldn't encourage him, but I couldn't help myself. 

I'm telling myself that this week will be the hardest. It's always like that: for about two weeks, we can cope with not seeing each other, and we get on with our lives, then the third week comes along and it's hard to think of anything else.

I think once we get past the third week things will get easier. That's just a guess, of course. We've never got past the third week before.

To stop myself missing him, I think back to all the times he was a complete prick to me. There are plenty. It works too well, and I start hating him. I compose nasty emails to him in my head, trying to hurt him, telling him that I didn't enjoy fucking him, I only did it because… because… because I get off on degrading myself by having bad sex with men I'm not attracted to. I realise that doesn't sound very convincing.

I start remembering all the times he wasn't a complete prick to me. There are plenty of those too. Once he drove for ten hours to spend one night with me. I was working in another city that weekend, and he left it too late to book a flight. He drove all day, and was waiting for me in the bar of my hotel, with two chilled glasses of champagne, when I finished work on Saturday night. 

Up in the dark of my room on the top floor of the hotel, with the lights of the city around us, I sat on a ledge and opened my thighs. He slid in, and, surrounded by the walls of my cunt, he was home. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him to me, and whispered, "Just stay in there." We kissed deeply, fucked slowly, then he pulled back and looked into my eyes. 

"I love you," he said. 

We'd been fucking for three years and two months and that was the first time he'd told me he loved me. Then he came on my face.

Later, after smoked salmon and chardonnay, I filled the spa with hot water, and he climbed in. I sat on the edge, and he lathered up my dark curly bush, then carefully began shaving it smooth. After the last few delicate strokes, curving around my outer pussy lips, he washed the rest of the lather off, then tasted my freshly shaven skin. He found my clit, licked it, circled it, sucked it, making me squirm on the edge of the spa. 

We moved to the bed. I'd turned up the heat in the room, so we were both sweating on the sheets. I took a swig of beer and slid my mouth down his cock, right down to the base, till his hot shaft was cooled by the icy, fizzy beer. Then I climbed on top of him and thrust my overheated cunt down on his cold hard cock. With my hands on either side of his shoulders, I drove down, over and over, fucking him, forcing my cunt onto his cock, till my legs were aching. I was about to stop when he grabbed my arms and I saw his face tense. I kept thrusting, and stared into his eyes as the orgasm tore through his body.

We fell asleep wrapped so tightly around each other that the hairs on the back of his neck tickled my nose. 

I told my husband it was only sex, and the sex wasn't even very good. I lied. 

The danger of cheating is meant to be that you might get caught. No-one talks about the other danger: that you might find someone else you want to be with, and not be able to do anything about it, and have to live with that. 

My husband doesn't want us to split up – he wants us to start over. I care about him, otherwise I would have just kept cheating. My lover will never leave his wife, and I don't want him to. His teenage daughter would never speak to him again. It's not worth that. 

I try to imagine what it would be like to live with him. It's not something I've thought about much, because I know it's never going to happen. I imagine that we'd spend a lot of time together, just the two of us, mainly because none of our friends would speak to us again if we left our partners. We'd probably live in a little apartment somewhere just north of the harbour. I have no idea what kind of furniture he likes (though I'd guess good-quality, conservative stuff, judging from his clothes), whether he leaves his dirty underwear on the floor (though I'd guess not, judging from how neat his desk is), or whether he sings when he's walking around the house (though I'd guess he does, because he's never afraid to get up and dance). I know he watches The Bill and goes to bed early. I know he brushes his teeth in the shower and takes a Panadol every morning. I know he likes olives and wine. 

I can imagine myself making pasta with olives and bacon and mushrooms, and serving it up while he pours us a glass of wine. I can imagine curling up next to him on the good-quality, conservative lounge and watching The Bill. I can imagine his hand sliding up my skirt, and my hand rubbing his cock, just lazily, comfortably, familiarly.

He emails me, and comes up with some pathetic excuse for us to meet at the pub. Pathetically, I go along with it.

His face is red. "It's because I'm sitting three feet away from your vagina," he tells me. He wants the warm, wet, tight walls of my cunt to grip his cock and pull it in, reluctantly let it go, then pull it in again. I want it too. I want to say yes, let's get a room. I don't like seeing him like this, tense and uncomfortable. I want him to be strong, confident, mischievous, like he used to be. 

It would just be so easy to slip back into the way things were, to have his cock slip inside me once more. My cunt is already slippery from sitting across the table from him. "It's so hard to stop because it's so good," he says. "No-one knew, no-one was getting hurt." 

But he's wrong – his wife knew. That time he drove ten hours to be with me, she asked him who he was spending the weekend with. She knew. And my husband knows now, and I'm supposed to be starting over with him, not lying to him any more. 

We walk out of the pub. He offers me a lift in his car. I look at it, and think of all the times we've fucked in it, and the scratches my boots have left on the interior. I say no. 

It's time to say goodbye. I could step forward and kiss him. I know what that would be like. There's never any holding back in our kisses. Kissing him is nearly as good as fucking him. 

I look at him. "Goodbye," I say, and I wave, and I wrap my coat tightly around myself as I walk off. Next week will be easier.



The Third Wheel



Bridgette, my girlfriend of a few months and I were fooling around in her room. Even though I’m twenty-five, and I have my own place, Her parents were away, and she had suggested that we go back to her house instead. I wasn’t about to argue. Bridgette is twenty-two, and still lives home with her parents and her younger sister while she goes to college. 

She was definitely the best thing that’s happened to me in a while. We met only a few weeks ago, and have seen each other almost everyday since. She is gorgeous, and by far the coolest, person I have ever met. She is perfect in every way. Basically, if I were to be asked to describe the perfect girl, I would have described her to a tee. She has blonde hair that hangs in soft curls halfway down her back, and a smile that could melt steel. Her body, at least what I have seen, is equivalent to any playboy centerfold that I’ve ever seen. I think you get where I’m going with this.

In the short time that we have known each other, I feel that we know all there is to know about each other. I have told her everything about myself, and she never thought anything less of me, even when I described some of the less flattering aspects of my life. 

Anyway, as I was saying, we were fooling around in her room, and things were really heating up. I knew she was a virgin, so I wasn’t anticipating sex, nor was I pushing it. We were lying on her bed, and I had my lips wrapped around one of her perfect nipples while my hand was busy rubbing her clit through her panties. I was certain she was just about to cum, when her sister barged through the door. We tried as best we could to cover up what we had just been doing, but I’m sure her sister knew anyway.

Bridgette yelled to her sister. “Kayla! What are you doing? Ever heard of knocking?”

“Sorry. Don’t mind me, I just needed to grab my book. I didn’t see anything, I swear!”

Bridgette laughed, obviously she wasn’t too bothered by her sister’s intrusion.

Bridgette and I continued to regain our composure while Kayla casually sat down at her sister’s desk, opened her book and began reading as if we weren’t even in the room. 

Bridgette turned to me and kissed me on the cheek. “Well, I guess it’s getting kind of late anyway, and you have to get up early for work. Do you mind if we call it a night?”

I minded a little bit, but I wasn’t about to get upset about it.

“No not at all. Tomorrow’s another day.”

“You’re the best. C’mon, I’ll walk you out.”

I got up and adjusted myself one final time. My balls were aching, but I tried not to let on. I walked past Kayla sitting at the desk who was ignoring both of us and messed her hair as I walked by.

“Nite Kayla.”

She looked up and smiled at me, and I could have sworn her eyes glanced briefly to my aching crotch.

“Goodnight Dave.”

Kayla is nineteen, and almost the spitting image of Bridgette, but there’s something a little more devious about her. I joke with Bridgette and refer to Kayla as her evil twin.

Bridgette walked me out and kissed me before I got into my car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“Of course you will.”

“Goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight babe.”

I sped out of her driveway, eager to get home and relieve the pressure in my balls.

“What the hell was that all about?”

“What? I didn’t realize you guys were here.”

“Oh I’m sure Kayla. I think you’re jealous.”

“Who me?”

Kayla smiled at her big sister.

“Yes you.”

“You guys have been together almost everyday since you met. I think this is getting serious.”

Bridgette sat down on her bed and smiled.

“I really like him Kay. He’s really great.”

“Yea I guess he’s okay. Personally, I think you could do a lot better.”

“Hey that’s not nice! What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know. Nothing really. There’s just something…I don’t know, it’s like he’s too nice.”

“C’mon admit it, he’s great, and you’re jealous.”

“Please! I’m not jealous!”

“Are too!”

“Am not! But you’re right he’s really great…for a guy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means he’s still a guy, and he’s only concerned with one thing!”

“That’s not true and you know it! He’s never once tried to get me to do anything.”

“It sure looked like anything when I walked in here.”

“Yea thanks for that by the way. I was this close.”

“Awe, did I spoil your fun?”

Kayla got up, walked towards her sister, and kneeled over her lap facing her, wrapping her arms around her neck. Bridgette grabbed Kayla’s waist and pulled her in closer. Kayla leaned into her sister and whispered in her ear.

“I guess we’ll have to do something about that now won’t we.”

Bridgette nodded and smiled, and Kayla kissed her hard on the lips. She pushed Bridgette down on the bed, and pulled her shirt off, letting her perfect tit’s bounce freely in front of her sister. Bridgette’s eyes widened as Kayla arched her back and slid her fingers across her stiff nipples. Bridgette wet her lips, and squeezed her own nipples through her shirt, sending shivers through her body. Her pussy was already wet from Dave’s probing fingers, and she needed to cum. She could feel the cream almost leaking out of her as her sister rubbed her crotch into her own.

Kayla leaned forward and spread herself out on top of Bridgette. Bridgette moaned softly as her sister’s breasts pressed against her.

“Mmm sounds like you’re ready. Do you want me to make you cum?”

Kayla slid herself next to her sister and gently trailed her fingers across Bridgette’s belly towards her crotch.

“Yes Kayla. Please, I really need to cum.”

Kayla’s hand reached between her sister’s legs and pressed firmly over her pants, causing Bridgette to inhale sharply.

“I guess we’ll have to get rid of these first.”

Kayla stood up and grabbed her sister’s pants, and slid them slowly down her legs, taking her panties and even her socks with them in one motion. Kayla could see the white cream that escaped from Bridgette’s pussy seeping from between her pink folds. She slipped her finger between her sister’s lips, wetting her finger with the juice and put her finger in her mouth, licking it clean. Bridgette pulled her shirt and bra over head and gently pulled and twisted her nipples, eagerly awaiting her sister’s touch. 

Kayla slid her shorts down and stepped out of them. She stood between Bridgette’s open knees, slowly teasing her breasts and letting her finger glide between her own legs. The sight of her beautiful sister lying naked before her, begging to be touched, made her pussy tingle.

“Please Kayla, make me cum now.”

Kayla smiled and knelt before her sister. Her sweet pussy just inches from her face. She inhaled her musky scent, and extended her tongue, until the tip gently pressed against Bridgette’s throbbing clit. She reached out and held her sister’s beautiful pussy open with one hand while her tongue lapped eagerly between her sisters pink folds. Kayla felt Bridgette’s heals dig forcefully into her back.

“Oh yes Kayla, that’s it! Make me cum baby! Lick my pussy! Oh Fuck, I love it when you lick me! Oooh Make me cum!”

Bridgette’s encouragement fueled Kayla to work harder. Her tongue flipped up and down over her sister’s protruding clit, until Bridgette screamed out in pleasure. Kayla eagerly lapped up the cream from her sister’s pussy, and savored the feeling of her cunt muscles gripping her tongue.

Bridgette sat up quickly, pulling her sister up on the bed next to her. She quickly attached her lips around Kayla’s nipple, gently scraping it between her teeth. She then slowly crawled down the length of her sister’s body, trailing kisses across her smooth silky skin, until she reached the blonde curly hairs above her pussy. She threw her leg over Kayla’s head and lowered her pussy to her face, and quickly dove into Kayla’s sweet cunt, devouring it with all she had. They licked expertly at one another until they both came several times. Kayla crawled up and rested herself on top of Bridgette, as they lay contently in each other’s arms.

“So you really like this guy huh?”

“Yes… I do.”

“Do you think he’s the one?”

Bridgette smiled and looked directly in her sister’s calming blue eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“So you’re gonna tell him?”

“Eventually I guess. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”

Kayla sighed deeply, closing her eyes and looking away from her sister. Bridgette grabbed Kayla’s chin, pulling her face back to her own.

“Hey. I told you, nothing will ever change between us. You’re my sister and I love you. I’ll always love you. I promise.”

“I hope so Bridgette. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Without this.”

“You never have to worry about that.”

“Why do you want him? Isn’t this enough?”

“Oh Kayla, this is more than enough. Nothing could ever be as good as when I’m with you, you know that. It’s just, I don’t know, I need different things. I want to get married someday, have a family. I just want to be sure that I can do that with someone I love, but I’ll never love anyone as much as you. You’ll see, one day you’ll want the same things too.”

“What if he doesn’t…I mean what if this…freaks him out?”

“I don’t think it will. Dave seems pretty cool. I think he’s got an open mind, but if I’m wrong and he doesn’t accept it…us… then it will be his loss.”

“You would chose me over him?”

“I hope I don’t have to, but of course I would, you know that. Like I said, you’re my sister, and you’ll always be my sister, forever. I’ll love you no matter what, and no one can change that. Just promise me you’ll help me. I don’t want to lose him. I think he’s special.”

“Well if this is what you want, then I’ll do whatever I can. I just want you to be happy. I love you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re happy, even if…”

“Shhh I told you never to worry about that. I could never be happy without you. It’s all or nothing, but no matter what happens, I know I’ll always have you. If I can’t have all those other things then so be it, but I never want you to not be in my life, the way you are now.”

“I love you Bridgette. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Thank you Kayla. I love you too.”

They kissed passionately. Kayla never felt closer to Bridgette then she did at that moment. She wanted her, all of her. Kayla’s head began to spin as her sister’s body pressed against her. Her lips and tongue passionately kissing her mouth made her shiver with excitement, and her body shook. Her body tingled with pleasure, and she felt her cunt muscles tighten as her clit throbbed. Suddenly, her breath stopped, and her body shook with orgasmic bliss. Waves of pleasure shot through her body to the tips of her toes, and her body tensed and relaxed in her sister’s arms. Bridgette was surprised, and broke their kiss as Kayla’s body relaxed.

“Did you just cum?”

Kayla nodded sheepishly.

“How?”

“I don’t know. Just kissing you, and feeling you next to me. I couldn’t help it”

“I don’t want you to help it. That was amazing.”

“It’s because I love you so much. Sometimes it happens when we’re together. Sometimes it happens just from me thinking about it.”

“Oh Kayla! That is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard. I love that you cum just thinking about me. I wish I could do that.”

“You don’t have to.”

Kayla reached between her sister’s legs and pressed her fingers firmly into Bridgette’s clit. Bridgette’s body tensed up at her touch, and her body burned as Kayla rubbed her off to another glorious orgasm. They were both spent and drifted off to sleep, content and loved in each other’s arms.

We had just finished dinner, and we were trying to decide what to do next. I could tell Bridgette had something on her mind, but she wasn’t telling me what was wrong. I asked her once or twice, but I didn’t want to push the issue. We got into my car, still undecided where we would wind up.

“Would you mind if you just took me home? I’m not really feeling good tonight.”

“I guess so. What’s wrong, you getting sick?”

“I think I’m just tired. I couldn’t sleep last night.”

We drove in silence until we reached her house. She kissed me on the cheek and got out of the car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yea, sure. Call me okay?”

“Okay. Bridgette, Your sure nothing’s wrong?”

“No, just tired. “I’ll see ya.”

She closed the door and headed into her house. I drove around for the next hour or so, trying to figure out what the problem was. I had never seen her act like that. I know she said everything was okay, but I knew it wasn’t. I wondered if it was something that I did, and my stomach felt queasy at the thought that I might be losing her. There was no way I could let that happen. I picked up my cell phone and called her house. I knew that the right thing to do was to leave her alone for a while and let her sort out whatever was bothering her, but I couldn’t. I had to talk to her. I let it ring for a while, but no one answered. I started to feel sick. Where could she be? Maybe she went out with someone else. My head started to spin, as I imagined the worst. I couldn’t lose her. I turned the car around and headed straight to her house. I walked quickly to the door and rang the bell. Kayla answered the door wearing just a towel, obviously just having got out of the shower.

“Hey Kayla, is Bridgette here?”

“Of course she is, you just dropped her off an hour ago! Where else would she be?”

“I don’t…I called and no one answered.”

“Oh yea…Well we… I was in the shower.”

“Do you want to come in?”

“No, I just…”

Kayla stepped outside and closed the door gently behind her. She adjusted her towel and closed her arms tightly around her body, rubbing her arms to warm up from the chill.

“Kayla what are you doing? You’re gonna catch a cold out here.”

“Look Dave, Bridgette really likes you. You don’t have anything to worry about, trust me. She’s just going to need a little time to think about some things, but I can tell you, it has nothing to do with you.”

“I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. I really like her Kayla, and I don’t want to lose her. She didn’t seem like herself tonight and…”

“I know. Believe me, you don’t have anything to worry about. She likes you a lot. Just give her some time.”

“I’ll do anything Kayla. I just…Is she alright?”

“She’s fine. Don’t worry.”

She adjusted her towel again, and studied my face. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself and smiled.

“Okay, I’m freezing, I have to go back inside.” She backed into the door, opening it with her rear end. “I think it’s sweet that you’re so worried. I know you really care about her, and I know she feels the same way. You just have to be…understanding. Give it some time Dave. There’s more to my sister than you think. Just make sure you keep an open mind, and you have nothing to worry about. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kayla smiled and closed the door, and again, I could swear her eyes beamed to my crotch quickly before the door closed. I felt better knowing that everything was okay, but I wondered what Kayla meant by what she said.

The next day Bridgette and I decided not to go out. I was glad that she at least wanted to see me, but she still sounded like something was bothering her. I rented a movie and went to her house. As I headed up the walk, Kayla came outside to wait for her ride to go out for the night.

“Hey Dave.”

“Hi Kayla. Is she feeling any better?”

“Yea, I think so. Just remember what I said.”

“Yea! What did you mean?”

“Gotta go, my ride’s here. See ya!”

“Wait Kayla…”

“Oh Dave, one thing I forgot to tell you last night.”

“Yea?”

She stepped up close to me, stood on her toes and whispered in my ear. “If you hurt her, I will kill you.”

She kissed me on the cheek and smiled. I laughed as she ran down to her friend’s car and got in.

“Wait!”

She waved from the window and drove off. I shook my head and went inside.

“What was that all about?”

“Uh Nothing.”

Bridgette smiled “Are you coming on to my sister?”

“Of course not!”

“Yes you are, I saw you checking her out! You want her!” She grabbed my hands and pulled herself into me, looking straight up and smiling.

“Oh please! I don’t want anyone else!”

“What’s the matter, she’s not pretty enough for you?”

“It’s not that…It’s”

“So you do think she’s pretty! I was right!”

“NO! I mean yes she’s pretty, she looks just like you, but she’s not you.”

“Awe, you’re so sweet.” She kissed me on the lips. “Still, I think I’ll have to keep my eye on you two.”

I kissed her hard, then we went to the couch. I handed her the movies I picked out and told her to pick one.

“We can watch them later. There’s something I want to tell you.”

She sat down next to me, and her mood changed dramatically. She was very serious, and also very nervous. It seemed that she wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.”

“Bridgette, it’s okay.”

“No I have to tell you this.”

“Bridgette listen to me. Whatever it is doesn’t matter. Kayla told me that you have some things to work out, and I understand. If you don’t want to tell me yet, I understand, and it’s okay as long as I know it’s not me. I was really worried last night, and I was scared that I was losing you. I don’t want that to happen. 

“Dave, listen, it’s not you.”

“I know, your sister told me.”

She seemed to relax a little. “So you’re not freaked out?”

“Listen, There’s nothing you could tell me that would make me feel any different. If it helps, no matter what you say won’t change anything. Last night made me think…well I mean I realized…I mean, I…I love you Bridgette.”

I closed my eyes, fearing I should not have said that. I never felt this way about anyone before, but I was afraid it may have been too soon. I tried to speak before she could react.

“I mean, uh, I hope I didn’t freak you out, I just…”

“You do?”

“Yes. I don’t want to lose you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know we’ve only known each other…”

“I love you too!”

She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I could tell she was crying, and I gently stroked her hair. I was never happier.

We spent most of the night just cuddling and kissing on the couch, and eventually things started to heat up. I was beginning to get excited at the prospect of this being the night when we would finally make love. However, just as things were really advancing, Kayla came home, and once again, interrupted us. I figured that it was time for me to leave, but to my surprise, Bridgette suggested that we go upstairs to be alone. I eagerly followed as she led the way, and Kayla gave me a wink and a smile as we hurried passed her. I thought I was imagining it.

When we got into her room, she closed the door behind us, and kissed me. 

“Dave I want you. I want you to be my first.”

I smiled and led her to the bed. She seemed nervous at first, but she started to relax. I made sure I went slowly, enjoying every little thing. I wanted to make this special for her. We slowly removed each other’s clothes until we were both naked. I took my time, exploring every part of her beautiful body. She responded eagerly to my touch. I began to lightly suck her perfect nipples, and was pleasantly surprised when she began to moan at my touch. I let my hands wander between her legs, and gently let my fingers circle her clit. She was wetter than anyone I had ever been with before, and my fingers slid easily over her button. She was breathing hard and moaning.

“Oh Dave, That feels so good. Oh yes, I’m gonna cum.”

My cock started to leak heavily, and I increased my efforts. I felt her warm little hands grab on to me and explore my shaft. Her fingers glided up and down my cock. She rubbed small circles around my slick head and down to my balls, driving me crazy. 

“Oh Dave, it’s amazing. Your dick feels so good in my hands.”




The Third Wheel



It seems like a year but it has only been a week since my perfect world came tumbling down around me. I'm a salesman and spend at least one night a week on the road. That night I was setting in a small neighborhood bar having a beer and watching the people come and go. People watching has always been one of my and my friend, Matt's hobbies. When were in college we would set in bars like this and watch. Matt had this thing about three people being together. "You see that lady over there with the two men?"

I looked to where he was looking. "Yea, what about them?"

"I bet the younger one is fucking her and the other one is her husband."

"How did you come to know about that?"

"I don't know for sure but I would bet a little money on it."

"Why do you think he is tapping that with her husband with them?"

"This isn't the first time I've seen them in here and it has always been the three of them. They come in and have a few drinks and she dances with both of them. I say the older man is her husband because she always dances with him first. After that it mostly just her and the younger guy."

"I don't remember seeing them in here before."

"Well I have. Just watch and you will see him starting to feel her up." He was right. The dance floor was dark and he had his hand between their bodies and squeezing her tits. 

"What about her husband? Doesn't he know what's going on?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but I would bet he does. I think he gets off on having another man hitting on his wife. I bet he goes home and watches as he fucks her."

"Man, you are full of shit."

"Maybe, but you just watch, when a couple comes in with a third man that something is going on."

I had been watching a couple and a single man and thought about what Matt had said several years before. It wasn't long before it took place right in front of my eyes. The other guy was setting on the out side of a circle booth with the woman in between him and her husband. From where I was seated I could see under the table edge and I saw when his hand went to her knees. She glanced nervously at her husband but didn't remove his hand from her legs. He carried on a conversation with the other man while all the time his hand was moving higher under her skirt. I saw her knees fall apart, giving him room to move even higher. Only a waitress coming by for drink orders caused him to set up and bring his hand up on the table. I wondered if the husband had any idea his friend was feeling up his wife.

It was then a chill went over my body. For most of the last year when Julie and I went out on Friday nights or weekends Matt was almost always with us. He was my best friend and he was going through a separation from his wife who was also one of our best friends. 

Matt and I have been friend since college. I met Julie at one of the offices I visited and asked her out. We dated for a year before we married. Carol was Julie's friend and we got her and Matt together. They hit it off and married a month after we did. Matt and Julie got along good together as did myself and Carol. The four of us were almost inseparable, we did everything together. We were at one or the other's home every weekend. Most of the time we went out to dinner and dance together. 

We were real close, maybe much to close. With a few drinks in us we had pushed the envelope more than a few times. Both girls were extremely attractive. Julie was dark headed with beautiful dark eyes. Her body was just right on her five feet seven inch frame. Her legs were long and shapely with the pretty's slim ankles. Her breasts were only a B cup but they were high and firm on her chest and she didn't mind showing them off a little. Her smile and happy personality set her apart from other pretty women. I knew I was lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Not that I am sorry looking myself. I had my share of dates before we married.

Carol isn't as tall as Julie but she is put together nicely. Her breasts are larger, probably a C cup, and every inch of her shouts sex. She isn't as out going as Julie and usually sets back and lets Julie take the lead. Matt is a handsome fellow. All through college he had dates with all the pretty women on campus. He was slightly taller than me but other than that we were about the same. 

We have been married five years and neither one has children. We were having too much fun together to be tied down with children. Not that we didn't want to have some at one time, just not yet. As I mentioned the four of us were close. We almost always were together at least two nights a week and would talk during the week. We had our favorite place to go on Friday nights where we could get a good meal without breaking the budget, and later sat around and have a few drinks and dance. All four of us loved to dance and stayed on the floor a lot with our own spouse or the others mate. 

After a few drinks we all got really friendly. I know Matt had his hand under Julie's dress more than once because she told me. I didn't raise much of a fuss as I had felt Carol's legs as well as other lovely parts before. I knew Carol had her limits as to how far she would let me go. I had reached that point many times before her hand moved to stop the direction my fingers were headed. She never took my hand away, just held it. Looking at her she would just give her head a little shake, no. I would just wink and let my fingers stroke the soft skin only inches below where I was trying to get. It was fun as we knew that Matt was doing the same with Julie.

During the next three years there was only one time that things went farther than that between the four of us. We were at the beach together. We had spent all day on the beach, drinking ice cold beer and watching both women in their skimpy bikinis. It was enough to give us hadrons all day. That night we went out dancing and I ended up alone with Carol while Julie and Matt made a restroom call. I took advantage to let my fingers do some traveling of their on. Carol had her knees together but the short skirt she had on only came down to the middle of her thighs. She had beautiful legs which I reminded her of as my fingers were trying how to get under the hem of her skirt.

"Joe behave, the others will be right back."

"They probably found a dark corner and Matt is feeling her up as we speak." I notice she went cold for just a minute before smiling again. I wondered what caused that but at that moment her legs parted and my hand slid under the skirt. Her legs were soft to the touch and I stroked my fingers slowly over them. I whispered to her, "You have softest, sexist legs; I could spend a lot of time just touching them."

"I know, it feels good to me as well, but I don't think Julie would like it much."

"What about Matt? 

"He probably wouldn't care as long as he had his hands on Julie." I didn't care for him having his hands on my wife but it was fun playing with his so I guess it was about even. My fingers moved higher to the stopping place. Expecting her to stop me, I slowed down. When her hand did not move from the table top I moved higher until I could feel the heat coming from her moist pussy. My fingers stroked across her panties, pausing over her opening. I looked up at her and she was looking at me.

"Don't start anything we can't finish." I could feel the tension in her as she spoke. She didn't make any attempt to move my hand nor did she close her legs. I got the feeling that if I wanted to go farther she would not have stopped me. 

I moved away from her crotch, and stroked the part of her leg I was allowed to touch. "Carol, it would be fun to be able to really touch you but we are to close. I would hate too ruin a good friendship."

"Thanks." She leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "You are a special person. If I ever have another man than Matt you would be my first choice. That is the problem; with you it would never be just fun." I knew what she meant. About that time the others returned. If I hadn't been so involved with Carol, I might have noticed the swollen lips and the embarrassment they showed. Carol noticed.

Then about a year ago Carol left Matt. No reason was given; just that she needed some time away from him. She would not even tell Julie what was wrong. She moved out and into a condo thirty miles away. Suddenly our foursome was over. Julie and I were left on our on. We went out the same as we always did, but it wasn't the same. 

Matt still lived in the old house just down the street from us. He was taking it rough and doing too much drinking. We didn't see much of him for over a month and when we finally ran into him at the food market he looked like hell warmed over. He had almost nothing to say. 

Back home Julie stared talking about them. "I wonder what went wrong between them. One week they were just like they have always been and then she took off. I have called him a few times but she has almost nothing to say."

"I've talked to Matt but he claims he doesn't know why she left him. He wondered if she had found someone else but he found out she just goes to work and comes home. She doesn't want a divorce, but she isn't sure she wants to be married to him. He looked like hell today."

"Call him and ask him to go out with us this weekend. He is our friend and we need to do something. I've asked Carol but she refuses to go."

I talked to Matt and he went with us, this time to a different place as I didn't want to bring back bad memories. He went a couple of times and then declined. Both Julie and I tried to persuade him to come with us.

"No, you two go have fun. I would feel too much like a third wheel."

Julie hugged his neck. "Matt, you are our friend. You will never be a third wheel to us. Come on and go out with us. I promise to let you have a few dances." He finally consented to go with us. For the next few weeks he would go some and then skip a few weeks. Finally he was starting to get back to his old self. Now, nine months later he was with us as often as before. Carol still had not come back are asked for a divorce. We would see her from time to time but she never gave us a reason.

Matt was with us all the time. When we went out dancing he danced with Julie as much as I did. He was back to his old flirting ways with Julie. I hadn't minded before and still didn't, only I no longer have Carol to fool around with. Sometimes when I would be out of town he would take Julie out for dinner. She always called and told me if he invited her out. Why I wasn't jealous I don't know, I guess it was because we had always been together.

Now as I watched the other man with his hand on the woman's leg I thought about what Matt had always said, and it dawned on me that for the last few months Matt had been the other man. For the first time I wondered if Julie had been unfaithful? She was such a beautiful and sexy lady that any man would die to get her in bed. Matt was a handsome man that had never had trouble bedding women he wanted before he married. I knew that Julie really liked him as I had Carol. I knew from that one time that I could have had Carol if I had pushed it. Was Matt pushing Julie, and would she let him have his way with her. I was afraid I already knew the answer; I had just not been paying attention.

I called for my ticket and spent the next few minutes watching the guy's fingers so far up under the woman's skirt that he had to be in her panties. Her husband was just laughing and talking while his wife was getting finger fucked. She brought my bill and I lay enough money down to cover it plus a big tip. As I walked by the table I had to stop. I leaned into the husband and whispered in his ear; "beware the third wheel." I walked on out while he tried to make sense out of what I said. 

I went back to my room and picked up my stuff; checked out of the motel and left for home. It was only a three hour drive but seemed to take forever, and at the same time I seem to be getting there to fast. I just knew what I was going to find when I got home. I would have been shocked if I was wrong. My beautiful wife was fucking my best friend and I had let it happen right under my eyes. Just like the fool I had watched earlier, I wondered if he had touched Julie like that with me at the table. Another reason I knew what I would find was that Julie really cared for Matt; the same way I cared for Carol. Julie would never have sex with a man just for sex but with Matt, and he being down since Carol left, she would do it. 

It was almost midnight when I turned into my drive. The pain that went through me when I saw Matt's car in the drive is hard to explain. I almost turned around and left to keep from confronting them. Then hurt gave way to rage that my best friend would cheat like this with my wife. I moved to the door and unlocked it. The house is a ranch type so it is all on one level. It has three bedrooms with the master bedroom on one side of the hall and the other two across from it. Being a concrete slab there wasn't any boards to squeak as I moved silently down the hall.

I slowly pushed open the master bedroom door and all most passed out from relief that the room was empty. It was short lived as I heard sounds from the guest bedroom. Outside the door I stopped and listened before opening the door. I heard Julie groan and then laugh. "You did that awfully quick."

"Couldn't wait to get in you, seems like a week since the last time."

"It has been, now fuck me." My wife was asking my best friend to fuck her. Since it had been a week I knew that this wasn't the first time for them. It must be a Wednesday night special as that is the night I am usually gone. It didn't take but a minute for them to get into full swing. Julie makes a lot of noise when she is having sex and she was quite loud now. I pushed the door open and watched as my beautiful wife had her legs around Matt's back and her arms around his neck. They were fucking as if there would be no tomorrow and his tongue was buried in her throat. Her eyes were shut and I knew it wasn't going to be long before she climaxed.

I was right, it wasn't. I had heard it all before when we made love. Julie loved sex and the way it made her feel. Now it was Matt that was making her feel like I had so many times before. My stomach was doing flips as I watched them. Then she cried out as she climaxed. "OH Yes, FUCK ME!!! Then she came! Her eyes flew open and then I knew she saw me but couldn't stop the climax from coming. Then he was climaxing and filling my wife with his juice. I had long ago figured that he was fucking her bareback.

Julie's eyes register shock but she couldn't stop Matt as he climaxed. As he finished I turned and Left the room, shutting the door behind me. All I heard was, "OH My god, JOE!!" I went back to my car and turned around. She was running from the house in only a robe. "Joe, Joe, please come back!" I just kept going.

I had no idea what I would do. My cell phone rang and I looked and saw it was her. I cut it off; no way did I want to talk to her tonight, maybe forever. I just drove. I didn't need a room since I wouldn't have slept anyway. It was after two in the morning when I found myself out side Carol's condo. I started twice to turn around and leave but found myself standing outside her door ringing the door bell. I saw a shadow pass over the peep hole and then the chain dropped as she opened the door.

"Joe, what's wrong? Why are you here this time of the night?" I finally broke down. A man crying is not a pretty sight but she held me until I regained my composure. 

"I'm sorry Carol, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"It's ok, but what is wrong?"

I took a deep breath, "its Julie and Matt."

She knew at once what was wrong. "That son-of-bitch finally did it. He has wanted to fuck her since day one. I'm so sorry Joe."

I told her all I knew and how I became suspicious. "I don't know how long it has been going on, but it sure wasn't their first time tonight."

"You all wanted to know why I left Matt. It was because of his infatuation with Julie. We all played around a lot together as you well know. But it was more than that with Matt. He wanted more than a kiss and touch. He wanted her in bed. The final straw was when he was fucking me one night he called me Julie. I don't thank he even realized he did it. The next day I packed and moved out. I should have gotten a divorce by now but I still love the SOB. I keep hoping he will come back for me, I guess I can get that divorce now."

We talked until almost dawn. Our friendship was as strong as ever and my attraction to her was just as strong. I loved Julie and would never have cheated on her with Carol or any other woman. Carol was fun, she was up to a certain amount of games as we all had been, but it was Julie I loved. It was breaking dawn when I stood up. "I need to get out of here. You need some sleep before you go to work, and I have kept you up all night."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. I'm not up to meeting Julie right now, it may take some time."

"You can stay here."

"You don't need my problems."

"Anything you need would never be a problem for me." I knew she meant every word she said.

"I could sleep on the couch."

"Are you can sleep wherever you like."

"You remember the time when I touched you and you didn't stop me?" She nodded that she did. "I was really temped that night."

"I know, I wanted you that night so much it hurt. I knew that Matt had followed Julie to the restrooms that night and was going to hit on her. Matt can be pretty persuasive, I am surprised that Julie has held out this long."

"If I stay you have to know that I want more than just a touch and that it wouldn't be because of Julie and Matt."

"What ever reason you have would be alright with me. I haven't been with a man since I left Matt. I wish you would take me to bed and love me over and over."

I pulled her into my arms. She came willing as her soft sexy body folded into mine. Her lips were soft and sweet as they opened under mine. I picked her up and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. At the bed I stood her up and reached for the gown. I slowly pulled it over her head, she was naked under it. Her body was firm and her nipples were hard as I lay her back on the bed. Her feet hung over the edge as I went to my knees and spread her legs. Her pretty pink pussy was right before my eyes and my mouth couldn't wait to taste her.

"Joe, you don't have to do that, I am more than ready for you."

"I know, I can tell just from the taste of you that you want me. It sure isn't a problem for me to do this for you; I love to make you feel good." It was feeling too good and I licked her through her first orgasm; sucking up all her juice and the sweet taste of it. I could have feasted on her pussy all night but I had other things to do.

After cleaning her up with my mouth I lifted her to the center of the bed. I stood back up and undressed. She watched as each piece cam off. When my last piece dropped off I stood before her naked. "You know, it is hard to believe that as close as we have been all these years this is the first time we have been naked together."

"It want be the last, Joe." I hoped she was right.

My hands traveled up her legs on the inside as I had traveled many time up to the stopping point. "Your legs are so soft and beautiful. That is why I had so much trouble keeping my hands to myself." I touched the soft inside of her legs just below her flowering cunt. "This spot is the sexist part of a woman's body to me." I leaned down and kissed the spot on both legs, I heard her breath catch and her hands came down to lock in my hair.

"Will you please come up her and fuck me before I go nuts!" I was more than ready as I moved over her and her legs parted even wider. 

I reached for her hand and brought it down to touch me. "Put it in." She guided it to her hot opening and lifted her cunt up as she pointed it at the right place. Her lifting and me driving I was soon in her completely. My balls rested against her upturned ass. She was as hot and ready as any woman I had ever been with. I slowly fuck her. No wild hard fucking, that could come later, and I knew it would. Right now I loved the way she felt wrapped around me. She pulled me down and kissed me. Her mouth was still sweet and soft as her pussy was hot and soft. I could feel every beat of her heart as it traveled through her pussy walls to my cock. 




The Third Wheel



I was lasting longer than I had thought possible, but the moment was coming and I hadn't taken any precautions. The feeling of her hot flesh against my naked cock was much too good to wear a condom. "I can't last much longer. Do I need to pull out?"

"You do and I will cut off you cock. I have waited a long time to be with you like this. I want to feel you in me, and that means all of you." That was all it took as I climaxed. She was with me all the way and we both almost passed out from the intense pleasure we gave each other. When I came it was Carol's name I was crying out.

We showered together and that was fun. So was the round of sex we started in the shower and finished on her bed. 

In the kitchen we made coffee and she fixed breakfast. She was already late for work. I called in to my boss and told him I needed the next two days off for personal business. I am the best salesman he has so I knew there wouldn't be a problem. Carol did the same and we went back to bed. We only got out of bed to shower and change bed sheets. We went through several that day and the next.

Friday night I told her to get dressed and we were going out to eat and maybe a little dancing. "You sure? Someone might see us that know us."

"Not likely this far from home, but I don't care. Tonight you are my date and I am going to take you out on the town." It was late when we got back to her place. I and I alone had danced with her tonight. I was the one that made love to her until the wee hours of the morning. She pushed back to me and I wrapped her in my arms. Her warm tender body felt good curled up in my arms. I slept the sleep of a baby.

Saturday morning, when we finally got out of bed, she cooked and we sat down together. It felt natural to be here with her like this. I guess she could feel the same thing. "Joe, you need to call Julie."

"I have nothing to say to her."

"Yes you do. You love her. I know right now you are hurt and mad, but she is your one true love."

"I'm not sure I don't have another one."

She laughed, "No you have a special friend, just as I do. I wouldn't change anything that happened the last few days for anything. I love the way you love me and I want you to know that I will always be available to you."

"Let me get this right. You are telling me to work things out with Julie but you will still have sex with me?"

"That's pretty much it. I am going to call Matt and see if he wants to try again. I do love him as you love Julie. That doesn't mean I wouldn't like to be with you from time to time."

I pulled her into my arms. "You are the most remarkable person I know. Why don't I call Julie right after we get out of bed again?" Man oh man does that woman know how to please a man!" I turned on my cell phone as I got out of the shower.

My mail box was full and I don't know how many missed calls I had. Most were from Julie and the others were from Matt. Both wanted to talk to me. I wasn't sure what I had to say to Matt but I new Julie and I had to talk. Carol was right about one thing. I loved her and wanted her back even seeing what I had. I never got a chance to call as she was already calling me again. "Yes."

"Joe! Oh Joe! Please come home! Please!"

"Ok, be there in about an hour." I hung up and saw Carol watching me. 

"Go home and work it out. You two are meant to be together the rest of your life." 

"Thanks for all you did for me."

"I just did what we both have wanted to do for years, and it was just as good as I thought it would be." I kissed her again.

"I could learn to like this."

"Anytime, now go get things right with Julie."

I knew I was going to forgive her because I loved her. I liked Carol a lot, and the sex was wonderful, but it was Julie I loved. So she had been to bed with my best friend. I had just spend a couple of days in bed with her best friend; not that I was going to let her know about that part. I was still pissed enough that I wanted her to suffer some herself. An hour later I pulled into our drive way.

I only had time to get the door open when Julie came running from the house. She threw herself into my arms and hugged me as if she was going to squeeze the life out of me. "Joe, oh Joe, I am so sorry!" Please don't ever leave me; I couldn't stand not being with you!" I hugged her back as I worked our way to the house. Her arms were around my neck and she was holding on for dear life; in some ways I guess it was. 

I kicked the door closed behind us. It was then I kissed her. Her kisses were always hot and sweet and this time it wasn't any different. She kissed me back as if she was dying of thirst and my mouth was the only water around. Just holding her in my arms again was the most wonderful feeling in the world. For a while I could forget seeing her and Matt in bed together.

It took a while but I finally got her to calm down enough that we could talk. She just kept repeating how sorry she was and hugging me. "Julie we need to talk." I could tell from her expression that she feared the worst. I could have let her off the hook then but I needed a little revenge for myself. "Get some coffee and let's talk." I sat down at the table and she put my coffee in front of me and set across from me. "Talk."

She dropped he head. "What do you want me to say? You saw us together."

"I want to know everything. When did this start? I know it sure wasn't the first time. Just how dumb was I to not see what was going on?"

She started talking then. She told me things that had gone on before Carol left Matt. "Ok, I'll tell you everything. I love you more than life itself. I don't want any secrets between us, ever."

"I have been friends with Carol longer than you and Matt have been friends. I was so glad when they got together. Other than you I care more for Matt than any man I know. If I had not met you first I could have married Matt and loved him. I know you feel the same way about Carol." I nodded that she was right. "We have been so close to them all this time that it was the most natural thing to kiss him or even touch him. When we danced it was natural to like the way he held me."

"Over time it seemed to get a little more involved. I know you were doing the same with Carol and I wasn't jealous. I could see the times you had your hands on her legs and under her skirt. Matt was doing the same to me. The flirting was fun, which all four of us were enjoying. It was even more fun to feel his hands on me. It turned me on when he would slide his hand under my skirt when we would be seated at a table together. I knew you knew it and was probably doing the same to Carol."

"It was getting pretty for out a few months before Carol left him. He wanted to go farther each time. Before he would stop when I lay my hand on his, but now he was more insistent. Like I said, it felt good and I let him have more freedom."

"Just how much more freedom do you mean?"

"I let him touch me. I love when you touch me down there and Matt was just the same. The first time he finally got his fingers under my panties and in me I climaxed. Lucky you and carol were up dancing and didn't see that. After then he touched me all the way."

"

That was all it was until Carol left him. You know how low he was for months until we got him to go out with us again. For a long time he didn't touch me. Then he started getting over Carol and it became the normal thing to do. I didn't try to stop him since he had touched me so much before. He got more insistent when we danced. I could feel his hard on touching me. It turned me on and then we would come home and you fucked me. I liked the idea of both of you touching me and then you fucking me. I had two men that made me feel good."

"Every time we were alone he would whisper that he wanted to fuck me. I wanted to tell you but didn't have the nerve. Do you remember two months ago when we all had been out and had too much to drink and Matt slept over? He went to bed in the guest bedroom and you and I went in ours. You made love to me and I didn't tell you but I saw Matt looking in our door as we climaxed. He only had on his shorts and he was hard. We both made eye contact before you kissed me and rolled away. I let him see my naked body before I went in the bath to clean up. He left and you were asleep when I came out."

"I tried to sleep but all I could think about was Matt and that he no longer had Carol to love. I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of tea and sat down at the table. I looked up and he was standing in the door. I asked him if he wanted a glass of tea."

"Yea, I would like one. I had too much to drink tonight." 

"I gave him a glass and sat down across from him. I only had on you t shirt I sleep in. I knew he was looking at me as I got the tea, but didn't bother to cover up. He only had on his shorts and he was hard. I told him I saw him watching."

"I wish it had been me in bed with you instead of Joe."

"Matt. I'm sorry about Carol and I know you are lonesome, but I can't do that to Joe."

"You could still come and set in my lap. I could use a little kiss."

"I knew you were sound asleep and that you had seen us kissing more than once so it wasn't a big deal to have him kiss me and maybe touch me again if it would make him feel better. "I turned off the kitchen light, the hall night light was still on and it gave a little light in the kitchen. I moved around to where he was setting. He had pushed his chair back from the table. I went too sat across his lap but he turned me and pulled me down with one leg on each side of his. It was then I realized that he had pulled off his shorts as I cut out the light."

"Matt! What are you doing?" I tried to get up but he caught me.

"Please Julie, don't go. I just want to touch you." His hands came up under the shirt and he touched my breasts. It felt good and I let him play a little and then he took the shirt off. His hands on my hips lifted me and I help him. Then he lowered me and his cock slid in me. Joe, I could have stopped him but I didn't. Matt is a handsome sexy man that has been touching me for years. It wasn't hard to take him in me as I care a lot for him. He fucked me; we fucked each other right there in the kitchen with you asleep in our room."

"Was it good? Did you feel guilty doing it with him?"

"Yes, it was very good. I climaxed twice before he did. No, I didn't feel guilty then. He was our friend and he needed what I gave him. This had been coming on for years; I wonder why we had not already swapped around. I know you had a thing for Carol. I did feel guilty the next morning without having a few drinks to reinforce me."

"When did you do it again?"

"That following weekend we just did what we have always done. Wednesday when you were gone he came to the house."

"Matt, what are you doing here?"

"I came for you."

"Matt, we can't do that again."

"Julie, you like being with me."

"Yes, but I can't do it anymore." He doesn't take no for an answer very well and I wasn't very insistent that he stop. I like Matt and I liked what he had did to me before. The only time I felt guilty was the day you came home. When I saw the look on your face I knew then I had really fucked up. Up until then I hadn't really thought you might mind if I was with him. You have never been the jealous type. I guess I thought you might not care. Now I know how wrong I was."

For the next month it was just Julie and I when we went out. Carol and Matt had gotten back together after he promised never to call another woman's name while he fucked her. She was really making him walk a straight line; much the way I was doing Julie. We were back to having sex together and it was as good as it had ever been. She was really going out of her way to make it good for me. 

On the weekends it was Julie and me, but during the week Carol and I found time to be together. Our few nights together after I caught Matt and Julie showed just how much Carol and I liked being together. We were almost to the point of letting them do what they wanted so we didn't have to slip around.

After a month of going out, just the two of us I suggested that she call Carol and see if they would like to go out with us that Friday night. They were just as happy as we were to be getting back together. After all we have been friends for many years. Carol and I were our usual selves. Julie and Matt walked around on egg shells. They were so afraid they might touch each other and we get mad that they almost wouldn't even dance together. 

Carol and in knew what was going on but didn't let them off the hook. Mean while my hands were under her dress every time were alone. She hadn't worn panties since we started back together. We were having a ball while they suffered. 

After a couple of weeks of this Carol and I decided it was time to bring all this to a head. 

We had been out on Friday to one of our favorite places. All of us had been drinking and Carol and I were up to our old tricks. I was dancing with her and squeezing her tits. "You ready to stop all this foolishness and get down to having fun?" She agreed that we had made them suffer long enough.

Back at the table I called for the ticket. Julie and Matt looked at me as it was a lot earlier than we usually headed home. They wondered why I was pissed off and what they had done to deserve it. Anyway, they got in the car and we headed home where they had left their car. Nothing much was said on the trip and until we got in the house. Julie fixed us all another drink.

I took Carol by the hand and headed down the hall. I stopped and turned to Julie and Matt. "Carol and I are going to try out our king size bed. It may take some time so I would suggest the two of you find something you would like to do and do it." I turned and shut the door behind us. A few minutes later we were naked and I was eating her hot little cunt when I heard the other bedroom door shut. I looked up at Carol. "I guess they thought of something to do."

"Good, I'm tired of slipping around and there is a lot more I want to do with you." We had practiced before but that night we did it for real. As Carol cried out her climax I heard Julie doing the same down the hall. It was a good night.

It has been six months since that night. The four of us have had sex in almost every way possible. Except for Matt and I, neither one of us is into that. When I am out of town Julie spends the night with them at their home. Our weekends out together are still fun and games, but when the night is over it is good to know I can have either woman I want. Or even both of them. Life is good as long as a third man doesn't start hanging around. Matt knew what he was talking about. 

Are you and your wife entertaining a close friend every weekend?



The Third Wheel



Author's Note: The board game the students play in this story is inspired by the computer game the protagonists play in Wollstonecraft's Party.

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It was our freshman year at (name removed) University. What? Oh, sorry...I can't have anyone tracking this back to me because of what I did. I've changed our names, too. My new name will be...umm...Danielle. Yeah! Dani for short. I like being a Dani!

My cousin...umm...damnit, coming up with names is hard...Haley? Yes, my cousin HALEY and I were roommates, and newly arrived at the school. Our parents dropped us off, and after some quick goodbyes in the dorm lobby we pulled our luggage into our new room.

The room was as small as could be expected, with a bunk bed for us and a door leading to the bathroom. There were 2 desks and...another bed?

The toilet flushed, the bathroom faucet ran and a few seconds later a raven-haired girl our age walked in from the bathroom, drying her hands. Her face lit up with a smile when she saw us. "Haley! Dani! You're here!"

Okay, first, let me warn you that stating the obvious like that is par for the course for this girl. Oh, I guess you need a name for her. How about Mindy? That sounds vacuous enough, doesn't it?

Our other cousin Mindy had also registered for (name removed) University. What we didn't know, however, was that she had specifically requested to be in our room, and instead of MENTIONING IT TO US, the school just put us together. This was a banner year for the school, with a 15% higher student population than the record, so things like that just got pushed through to save on space. Still, we were pissed. We tried to convince the school to put her somewhere else, but there was no room, anywhere. What was worse, in addition to Mindy's stupidity, she and her family were total party-pooper, goody-goody Christians! We weren't going to be able to have any fun while she was around! Haley and I had dumped our high school boyfriends at the end of summer break because the University was so far from our hometown, and we wanted to party hard.

We did our best to make Mindy feel unwanted, but she was just so damned easygoing, and thick besides! She just didn't get it...it was like ignoring a puppy, y'know? She was so anal retentive she put labels with our names on the desks and beds, and even on the drawers in the bathroom.

We made do. Haley and I are very much alike - like sisters even though we're cousins - and we liked to hang out together. We went to parties and had lots of fun staying overnight at guys' places while Mindy remained in the dorm room, studying.

Weeks went by like this, and then came that fateful night when I brought Gary back to our dorm. He lived off campus and I just couldn't wait to jump his bones, so we slipped into the room and then into my upper bunk. It was late so Mindy was sleeping (Haley was out at some guy's place) and I told Gary we had to be quiet.

I should describe myself here, since at that point I got naked as my clothes flew everywhere. I'm blonde, tall (5'10") and curvy - I have been described as a goddess by some - and my voice can get loud when I'm excited. Yeah, I wasn't thinking. Gary went down on me after my panties took flight and I was still fumbling with my bra. I think Mindy may have woken up a little on my first gasp, and then she woke all the way up during the moaning that followed. Gary brought me to a near-screaming orgasm, and then clambered up to start to push his hard cock into me.

"Con-condom!" I managed to hiss through my orgasm-induced haze. By this time Mindy was watching us in the dim light of the moon shining through the window, although I didn't know, and frankly wouldn't have cared if I had. Gary made an annoyed sound (typical man!), grabbed his pants and extracted the "jimmy hat." I made sure he put it on before I pulled him into me.

Gary, bless him, kept his moans quiet. I didn't. His expert thrusting hit my G-spot nicely, and his pelvis rubbed my extended clit just right. He must have brought me to 5 orgasms before he started really pounding me hard, and then he groaned loudly as he thrust home. I could feel his condom-covered prick throbbing inside me and I came hard one last time.

As we came down from our mutual cum we could hear Mindy gasping in her bed. We hadn't heard her masturbating until we had stopped our own sex noises. She either hadn't noticed we had stopped or couldn't stop herself, and then we heard her climax: "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Then all was silent.

Gary gave me a peck on the lips and was gone. He knew the drill, and I knew the score. We'd have some fun some other night, or with others. Ah, university life...

I didn't say anything to Mindy that night. I pictured her there, face red with embarrassment, as I passed into sleep. This could be fun after all.

-

From then on I made sure to bring all my lovers back to the dorm. The guys seemed to enjoy being overheard, and when I brought one of them back while both Mindy and Haley were in their beds we heard both of them pleasuring themselves while we went at it.

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One Friday night I decided we'd have a group study session, just the three of us. I brought red wine. Haley was all about the wine...Mindy took only a little convincing, wine being the blood of Christ and all, but soon she loosened up and we started to talk about boys.

"Have you ever, y'know...with a guy, Mindy?" I asked as we sat on the floor. We both looked at her, questioningly.

She flushed with embarrassment. "Um, no; never."

I pressed, "But you want to, right? I hear you playing with yourself when I fuck guys here."

Her face turned scarlet. "Um...um..."

"It's okay, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with those feelings."

"But..."

"You're at university," I continued over her protests, "It's expected."

She thought about it. "Well, my mom did put me on birth control pills. She said that she wanted me to be safe, after she heard I was going to be rooming with you."

Well, bless you, Auntie, you old bag, I thought to myself. She thought I would be a bad influence on sweet, innocent Mindy? Oh, yes.

Haley and I started to frankly discuss our sex sessions. Mindy had nothing to offer the conversation but listened intently. At one point she started to rub her thighs together, almost imperceptibly. I stood up.

"I'm going to call Gary over right now. Haley, you call Aaron." I then whispered to her, conspiratorially, "And tell him to bring a friend." I moved my eyes to point to Mindy, who poured herself another glass, as if on cue. Haley nodded, understanding.

The three guys arrived quickly and Aaron covered for his buddy Jason's "unexpected" presence; that they had been hanging out when he got the call and it was a party, right? Gary and Aaron sat down next to us and Jason started up a conversation with tipsy Mindy. She smiled uncertainly at him.

Some more wine followed, plus some beer the guys brought. Gary and I and Haley and Aaron were making out, and Mindy was watching, unsure what to do. Jason moved closer to her and took her hand. She started, but didn't pull away. Jason moved his head close and whispered something to her. She giggled. Very nice, Jason, I thought.

Aaron's hands were now under Haley's shirt and were massaging her huge mams. Oh crap, I forgot to describe Haley! She's brown haired, kinda short and curvy, almost Rubenesque; the kind of woman who's probably going to be fat when she's in her middle age, but at this age had the bazoombas to get the guys' attentions.

Mindy, in contrast, was of average height and a bit slim, although she had nicely sized breasts too, from what you could tell with the baggy clothes she wore. She was pretty, in a simple kind of way. Jason thought so, anyway, and he kissed her hand. How sweet (blech)!

At about that point I lost track of what happened with them as Gary ripped open my shirt, pulled down my bra and devoured my nipples. I gasped and pulled his head to my chest, eyes closed.

Things progressed quickly from there. Unlike with our normal voyeuristic show, the lights stayed on. As Gary took me up to my bunk and started inserting his condom-covered cock into me I noticed that Mindy and Jason were making out now. I could hear Aaron and Haley already fucking below us. Mindy's eyes kept roving back to our bunk beds as she made out with Jason.

I lost track of them again as Gary started to fuck me hard. Knowing that sweet, simple Mindy was watching spurred both of us on, and we made a production out of it. From the sounds below, Haley and Aaron were of the same mind. Gary thrust and thrust, and I was cumming almost continuously. I don't know how he held out, but after 15 minutes I pushed Gary back and got on all fours. Jason now had his hands on Mindy's breasts through her shirt and was kissing her neck. Come on Jason! We're hitting home runs and you're still at second base?!

Gary shoved himself back inside me and all coherent thought was lost. After I came for the umpteenth time and Gary finished off I looked over again. Jason had his hands in Mindy's pants and she was cumming too, watching us. When she was done she gave Jason his hand back, kissed him, and ran into the bathroom. The fun was over. Damnit.

-

The next morning I found something very interesting on the Internet, took a picture of Mindy's birth control pills that I had found in the bathroom, and made some calls. By the next day I had in my hand the most amazing fake copies of her brand of pills, and these ones had a little extra something-something to get her into the mood, as well as some natural babymaking hormone boosters. The black market at (name removed) University was rocking this year. By lucky coincidence (or maybe not, since I've heard that female roommates synchronize periods), Mindy had just started taking this month's supply a few days earlier, so I took a few out of the babymaking pills to match, tossed them into the toilet, and swapped the fake case for hers. I couldn't find where she was keeping her extra pills, if there were any, so could only replace the one case. The real ones I put into my drawer, after taking one. Waste not, want not, I thought to myself.

I decided not to tell Haley about the switcheroo. She hated having Mindy here too, but I figured she wouldn't go for something like this; better to save my favorite cousin the guilt. If all went well, Mindy would be pregnant, disgraced, and gone within a couple of months.

-

The next Friday night we had another "study session." It went a lot like the previous week, but Mindy had been taking the "tingle pills" for a week and had been drinking more this time, so she was a lot more relaxed when the boys arrived. She was happy to see Jason, and they started kissing even before we did.

Once again Haley and I brought our boys to our bunks while Mindy and Jason remained on the floor. I wanted to get a good look this time, so I pushed Gary onto his back and started to give him head.

When I looked at Mindy I saw Jason's cock was out, and Mindy was masturbating him with her hand. As they kissed he awkwardly tried to pull her jeans off but she pulled away so he couldn't. She didn't stop whacking him off, though.

When he tried again she broke their kiss. "I've never...I can't..." she stammered.

I called out to her, "Mindy, honey, it's okay. You're in charge. Watch what I do," and I made sure she saw as I lined Gary's hard prick up with my vagina. "Mmm..." I groaned as I sank down, ever so slowly. Gary was shaking as I finally hit bottom. Holy shit did that feel good!

I looked at Mindy. She stood up, slammed back the rest of her beer and then pulled her jeans and panties down. I couldn't believe it! She straddled Jason, lining up her noticeably wet hole with his stiff (but disappointingly not very big) prick. As I bounced on Gary's cock Mindy rubbed Jason's cock head around her pussy lips, and then sank down on it a bit.

I heard her groan, and then push down a little more. Jason seemed in absolute heaven. Well, why not? Fucking a drunk virgin, and without a condom? Gary and Aaron were probably jealous because they had to wear protection. Which reminded me...

I pulled off of Gary, looking down at his bare cock, shiny with my juices. He looked sheepishly at me. "I'm on the pill now," I whispered, "but it'll take a few weeks until I'm safe." He grabbed his pants, extracted a condom and disappointedly put it on. I climbed on board and slipped him right back in.

Mindy cried out, but not in pleasure - oh, her cherry! Jason was holding her, keeping her from slipping down his cock any farther...what a sweetie! I had paused in my bouncing to watch, and Gary started to thrust his hips up at me. I ground myself into his pelvis...mmm...

Jason moved one hand down and started to play with Mindy's clit. She gasped and stopped crying after a few seconds of this. Finally after a minute or so she started to sink back down on Jason's hard penis, and cried out again when she hit bottom, only in pleasure this time. Jason whispered something in her ear, and she nodded.

She rose up about halfway and then sank back down slowly, making sure it didn't hurt. Jason kept playing with her clit and her breathing was getting quite heavy. Soon she was bouncing up and down and Jason used his other hand to start removing her shirt and bra.

Gary and I resumed fucking with gusto. He was incredibly hard from the show. I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. I could feel the tingling start in my clit, moving inward, surrounding Gary's cock. God, it felt so good! I thought about Mindy, possibly fertile right now with a bare cock in her virgin cunt, ignorant of the danger. I was so close...so close...

Mindy gasped and cried out as she came, her bra off but her shirt still on. Jason grunted, pulling Mindy down to grind their pelvises together. I pictured in my mind all the pent-up pressure in Jason's reproductive system blasting the sperm-filled semen up into Mindy's welcoming pussy with incredible force, and I came hard: "Auhh! Yes! Fuck meee!!"

Gary grunted as my spasming cunt forced him over the edge and he blew his wad. Haley and Aaron were right behind us as I heard them both cry out.

-

The next night went much the same. Jason still wasn't able to get Mindy's shirt off before he finished fucking her. Once again her possibly fertile cunt sucked up a load full of virile sperm and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

-

Midterm exams took up a lot of our time the next week, but we all masturbated in our beds every night, not caring if our roommates heard us. Mindy was becoming a lot more comfortable with her sexual identity.

-

Another three weeks went by with weekends full of sex for all of us. Well, except for during our periods. We had synchronized our periods after all, and we were triply bitchy during that week. I was disappointed to see that Mindy got her period, but it wasn't all bad, as I would get to watch her possibly impregnate herself this next month instead. I made sure to swap out her latest batch of birth control pills and used hers again myself, once her new ones showed up in her drawer.

-

On the Friday during the next month's peak fertility time for us all, I wanted to make sure Mindy got good and drunk. I managed to get some tequila and we did shots, and then a newly-bought sex board game (Ride-a-Pole-y, a spoof on Monopoly) got the night off to a good start. I stole some chairs from the common room. Haley and Aaron sat on her bunk because there just wasn't enough room otherwise, and we used Haley's steamer trunk as a table for the game. Mindy and Jason were holding hands sitting on her bed...how sweet! We'd see what we could do about that!

We were arranged around the board like this:

Mindy Gary

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Jason | Trunk | Dani

---

Haley Aaron

The game was indeed similar to Monopoly, but instead of paying money when you landed on people's properties you gave them pieces of clothing, or took drinks. Purchasing properties didn't cost anything; you just had to land on them. There were no houses or hotels; basic properties were gulps of your drink, intermediate properties were 1 piece of clothing, and the big ones 2 pieces. We all had 6 items of clothing (we let the guys wear their jackets, since they had no bras). If someone had some of your clothing and they landed on your property you could choose to get clothing back instead of taking theirs. Of course, the guys asked for their clothes back whenever they landed on one of the other guys' clothing properties, as did Mindy every time, but Haley and I wanted to see some skin!

Jason rolled an 8 and landed his piece on Broadwalk, which was owned by me. "That's TWO pieces of clothing, Jason...gimme!" I said, holding my hand out. I was already down to my pants and bra and he had my shirt, but... Jason pulled off his shirt and remaining sock with a flourish, leaving him in his pants (Aaron had taken the other sock earlier when Jason had landed on Virgin Avenue). I wrinkled my nose as he handed over the sock, but then dropped it in front of me.

In addition to the properties there were Pants (Chance) cards for the guys, and Chesty (Community Chest) cards for the women, which made the players do various naughty things when you drew them, depending on their state of undress. Many of the cards asked players to interact with other players, so the recommended setup for the game was to alternate the genders in each seat, as we had done. So far I'd had to kiss Haley on the mouth, Aaron had to give me a backrub for 5 minutes, and Jason had to tell us how he lost his virginity (at age 15 to his babysitter!). Mindy didn't look happy to hear about that!

Mindy landed on Pants/Chesty and drew a card. She looked around wild-eyed, so I took it and read:

"2 items of clothing: give a lapdance to the player on your left for one minute."

The lesser clothing items directives were even more sexually charged, but luckily for Mindy she still had her bra and panties after losing most of her clothes landing on several peoples' properties in a row in the last few turns. My Gary was the lucky recipient, and as he grinned at Mindy she looked at him as if he were the devil himself.

I spoke up: "Come on, Mindy, or you're out of the game and have to leave the dorm until we're done. Jason will stay." Jason looked at his buddies, who were giving him the evil eye, and he hung his head and nodded.

Resigned, Mindy asked, "What's a lapdance?"

There were simultaneous snorts from all 3 guys. Haley and I were expecting the question, given Mindy's inexperience. "You have to sit in his lap and move around a bit," I offered.

Gary was down to only his boxer briefs (damn those things look sexy on guys!), and he was tenting the front out nicely. Mindy got up uncertainly, stood in front of Gary's chair and looked down. "But...but his thing..."

I spoke up loudly: "You're both wearing underwear. Now DO IT!"

She quickly sat down across Gary's legs, but not right in his lap. Gary wasn't shy, though, and reached around her waist, pulling her closer. Mindy gasped as she felt his underwear covered hardness press against her panty-covered mound. She sat still, breathing heavily, eyes closed. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have done this if she hadn't landed on several drink properties over the course of the game, and the tequila shots she consumed before we began the game didn't hurt either.

After a bit she asked, "How much longer?"

"You haven't moved," I replied. "The minute begins when you start 'dancing.'"

"Oh!" she responded, and then she started to shift left and right, which caused Gary's cock to rub across her sex. She gasped and tried to scoot back, eyes wide.

I got behind her and pushed her forward and down. I then lifted her arms. "Pretend you're on the dance floor," I whispered into her ear, "but instead of standing up you're sitting."




The Third Wheel



Mindy closed her eyes and started to bounce a bit, which elicited a pleasurable hiss from Gary. She then gyrated her hips as she moved her arms back and forth over her head. Her breathing hot heavier again. Gary's eyes were all over Mindy's body. Jason couldn't take his eyes off of the two of them, but he didn't seem jealous. Interesting...

We let this go on for about 2 minutes. Gary actually started to thrust his hips about halfway through, and Mindy stopped being shy about pushing her pelvis into his. "Okay, time's up!" I called out. I had to repeat myself before Mindy stood back up on shaky legs and returned to her seat. She immediately grabbed Jason's hand again, but wouldn't look at him. Her face was beet red. The crotch of her panties was wet, and there was a matching wet spot on the front of Gary's underwear.

After the next round had finished and Aaron had lost a sock (he had already lost his shirt) I had an idea: "How about we do a few rounds of just the cards, instead of moving around the board and maybe losing more clothes?"

Mindy didn't want to lose her bra or panties, so jumped at that idea. Everyone else shrugged or agreed.

As the owner of the game, I took it upon myself to read the cards out for each of them. It also gave me the chance to "embellish" the instructions a little, to get things going the way I wanted. I also set up an empty beer bottle on the board, spinning it to determine who would follow the instructions in order to keep it interesting.

First up was Jason. I picked up a Pants card and looked at Jason's pants. "2 items of clothing: Suck the nipples of the player to your right for 1 minute." That was Haley. She slipped her bra off, letting her sizeable jugs out to play. Everyone's eyes got as big as saucers. Jason let go of Mindy's hand and went at the large mammaries, licking and sucking at Haley's nipples, which were surrounded by huge pink areolae. Haley grinned, closed her eyes and laid back on her bunk. This caused Jason to have to move forward to keep his mouth in place, his hips moving between her legs. By the end of the minute he was moving his hips a bit to get some friction between his crotch and her panties. He returned to his seat with a big grin and bigger hard-on tenting his jeans, and Haley sat up all pink-faced but didn't put her bra back on. Nobody objected, not even Aaron.

"Haley..." I said, picking up a Chesty card. She was technically down to 1 piece of clothing, so I read that one. "...take a player of your choice down to 1 piece of clothing with just your teeth."

My cousin Haley's not the brightest bulb either, you know? If we'd been on the same mental level she would have removed Mindy's panties, but instead she turned to Aaron, who was down to pants and a sock, and jumped on him. Within a couple of minutes she used her mouth and teeth to unzip his pants and pull them down his legs, and then she spent another minute more licking at his cock through his underwear before pulling those down as well. He stood up to help her remove them, and then he was left with one white sport sock. His rather handsome cock stood up proudly as he sat back down.

I took another drink, shaking my head. That had been a damn hot display, what with Haley's soaked panties shaking at us all while she had undressed her man with her teeth, but it wasn't what I had wanted.

The next spin was Haley's as well. I embellished again, making it extra nasty to get back at her for being so stupid: "All players will hold you down while the player to your left..." - that was Jason - "can touch you anywhere with only one part of their body for 2 minutes."

Haley looked confused. "One part? What-? Wait...what was that about holding me down?"

As one, we all (except for innocent Mindy) jumped on Haley, each grabbing an arm or a leg. On my suggestion we turned her over so her face was pressed into her pillows and her plump, panty covered butt was sticking out again.

Mindy replaced Jason holding Haley's right leg, watching Jason as he contemplated what to do. He looked at her questioningly.

Mindy was really fucking horny by this point, and our voyeuristic adventures had expanded her sexual palette. She used her free hand to unzip her boyfriend's pants and freed his cock from the folds of his underwear. "Go for it, stud," she growled.

Jason clambered onto Haley's bed and poked his hard cock at her plump pussy, easily seen through her soaked panties. We heard a muffled gasp from her.

Jason thrust his cock again and again at Haley's panty-covered pussy, his pre-cum transferring from the head of his cock into the cotton fabric, making it almost see-thru. Each thrust seemed to make the fabric stretch just a little more, until the very tip of his dick was pushing into her a little through it.

Just then I remembered that Haley wasn't on the pill, and even the pre-cum soaking through the thin fabric of her panties could get her pregnant! However, there was still a minute left, and what was happening was so fucking hot I wasn't going to say anything and possibly kill the moment.

Jason stopped thrusting and used the tip of his cock to catch the edge of Haley's panties, pushing the fabric to the side and slipping the tip under it. It was awkward, but his cock head was now touching Haley's outer pussy lips.

I should stop this, I warned myself. Maybe...?

Jason angled his pelvis, levering Haley's panties to the side with his cock and now the head was pressed right into her inner pussy lips. We could all see how wet and engorged her pussy was. Haley exclaimed something but we couldn't make it out with her face pressed into the pillows.

Jason pushed. We watched, breathlessly, as his cock sank into the folds of Haley's puffy pussy, her wet cunt enveloping his tool inch by inch. The pre-cum I was worried about before was definitely inside her pussy now!

"Was that two minutes?" Aaron asked, a bit forcefully. As Haley's sort-of boyfriend he did feel a bit proprietary about her pussy. I silently thanked him for keeping Haley from getting spermed and agreed it was. Jason verrry slooowly pulled out of Haley's possibly fertile pussy. Once his cock had vacated her love tunnel her panties snapped back into place. We let her up.

Haley was breathing very heavily and looked to have been sweating, though her nipples were as hard as rocks. "Wow, that was fucking hot!" she said.

By this point we were all as horny as wildebeests. "I liked that card," I said, "so I'll just shuffle it back in." There were no arguments.

I spun again...me. I decided to just read the card out without embellishment.

"Remove one article of clothing and French kiss the player to your left," - that was Aaron - "for one minute."

I wasn't about to remove my bra, so the jeans came off. I downed my drink, sat next to Aaron and started snogging him, clad only in my matching blue bra and thong. Aaron turned out to be a pretty good kisser, and after about 30 seconds he had me hot and weak in the knees. He gently pushed me back on the bed, and then climbed on top of me. I could feel his hard, bare cock poking at my pussy through the thong's fabric as we tongue kissed. It felt really good.

Too soon, it was over and I went back to my seat.

The bottle then pointed to Jason. This card was interesting: "Take off 2 pieces of clothing. Every player of your gender, move 2 seats to the left."

After Jason removed his pants and underwear, leaving him with nothing but his hard-on and a smile, the boys moved. After they settled down none of the girls had their boyfriends next to them anymore:

Mindy Aaron

---

Gary | Trunk | Dani

---

Haley Jason

This ought to be interesting, I thought.

Next up was Aaron. I decided it was time for Mindy to get spermed, but my mind was still a bit fuzzy from dry humping Aaron. Lying about what was on the card, I used a variant of the one I had used on Haley. "All players will hold down the player to your left and you can touch them anywhere with only one part of your body for 2 minutes."

The room went still. I looked at Mindy. For some reason she didn't look afraid, just...predatory?

Then everyone jumped me. What the fuck?! And then I realized: Mindy was to the left of Aaron only because I was looking at her from the front...*I* was the one on Aaron's left!

I was quickly immobilized. They carried me to Haley's bed and pushed my face into the pillows. I felt Aaron behind me, not wasting time like Jason had with Haley, his cock head nudging my thong aside. I felt his hot, hard cock easily push into my dripping pussy.

It felt so fucking good without a condom! I wasn't worried, as I had been using Mindy's birth control pills for almost a month-and-a-half by this point. This was the first time Aaron got to fuck any woman unprotected, though, and he was going to make the most of it.

He pulled back and then pushed back in forcefully. I grunted. I was really wet but he had a good sized cock, plus he had been turned on by our recent dry humping and all the other sexy things that had happened that night. His pre-cum and my pussy juice quickly lubed everything up, and he was able to get a good rhythm going. I realized that the hands on my legs and hips were pushing and pulling me as well, but they were the other peoples' hands so Aaron wasn't breaking the rules...he was still only touching me with his cock.

My orgasm came on me fast. The hot things we had done that night had primed me, readying me for this. I screamed into the pillow as I came hard on Aaron's cock. In response his cock started to piston into me and a few seconds later I felt hot man seed splash my insides for the first time in my life. The delicious warm feeling extended my orgasm and by the time it had finished I was shaking. So intense!

Aaron pulled out and they let me up. My thong was no barrier to the cum running out of my pussy, and everyone saw it.

"Er, Dani," Haley said, looking at the seed spilling out of me, concerned, "will you...be okay?"

I smiled. "It's fine. I've been on the pill for a month now." Everyone looked relieved.

Haley smiled. "Me too! Well, not as long...about a week-and-a-half."

Oh good, I thought. Soon we'll all be able to fuck unprotected, though only two of us will get away unscathed. Heh heh.

Unsteadily, I made my way back to my seat, Aaron's cum running down my legs. 

I spun the bottle again, and this time it was Haley.

I just read what was on the card this time: "Give a two minute lapdance to the person on your right." That was Jason now.

Haley got up and sat in Jason's lap. His bare hard-on pressed against her panties and her sizeable boobs were in his face. She started grinding. After a few seconds of this, while Haley couldn't see because her boobs were in the way, Jason gently moved her panties aside so his hard cock could rub directly against her pussy lips. The skin-on-skin feelings drove Haley mad with desire, so she started moving her hips in different ways in order to make it feel even better. Finally, she raised herself up so that the tip of his cock bumped her clit as she came back down. That felt the best! After a few more of those bounces Jason's cock slipped inside her hot wetness. Both of them groaned in pleasure as Jason bottomed out within her.

Haley took a moment to get used to the sensations. Like me, she had never had sex without a condom before, and the feelings were overwhelming. She kissed Jason passionately and started to bounce on his hard, bare cock.

The rest of us couldn't be sure of what was happening. Haley still had her panties on but the way she was bouncing in Jason's lap...were they fucking? I craned my neck to get a better look but couldn't tell. One minute to go.

30 seconds passed. They really looked like they were doing it, so I got up to confirm. Sure enough, I saw Jason's slick penis penetrating Haley's pussy on one of her more energetic upward bounces.

Haley cried out as she started to cum.

"Jason!" I hissed. "Don't cum inside her!"

Easier said than done. Jason knew what I meant; that he might get Haley pregnant, but her pussy was gripping and sucking on his cock as she came hard. He gritted his teeth and pinched off his prostate as best he could, and attempted to lift Haley up so he could quickly withdraw. Unfortunately, just before he was able to pull out, a spurt of cum shot out of his cock, to the back of Haley's vagina. He then shot the rest of his wad onto Haley's stomach and pussy lips. Haley groaned as she finished her orgasm, shaking as she held on to him.

Worried, I asked Jason, "You pulled out in time, right?"

Jason didn't want to wreck the mood or worry anyone, so he lied: "Yeah, I didn't cum inside her." We all breathed a sigh of relief. Haley was on the pill, but hadn't been long enough to be assured of protection. I was a bit worried about the sperm that Jason had shot onto her pussy lips, but the real danger was already working its way inside the depths of her fertile young pussy.

The bottle spun again, this time pointing to Gary.

Both Haley and I had been fucked (and had sperm shot inside us, though I didn't know about Haley at the time), and Mindy was still unfucked. That had to change.

I decided to pretend that I had pulled the awesome card again: "Gary, everyone will hold down the person to your r-" Oh shit, I had almost done it again. "...rLEFT, and...well, you all know the drill by now..."

Mindy leaned forward, finally catching on. "Hey, let me see that card..."

Nobody else cared whether I had been cheating by this point. We all descended upon Mindy, holding her down, pressing her face into her pillow.

We heard her muffled cry as Gary's hard cock defty pushed aside her panties. He easily penetrated her sopping pussy, eliciting another cry from her.

Gary was the only guy who hadn't cum by this point so he pounded Mindy hard. He was approaching his release with a minute to spare when Mindy came hard, moaning into her pillow, her body shaking. The feel of her fertile pussy pulsating around his overstimulated cock sent Gary over the edge, and I actually came a little thinking about my boytoy possibly impregnating the unsuspecting little idiot.

-

Turns out all three of us girls were idiots. At the end of the night we had swapped partners again so Jason went to bed with me, Gary with Haley, and Aaron with Mindy and we all fucked again before falling asleep. I didn't know if Haley got any more sperm in her that night, and didn't really care. I really should have.

-

A few weeks later, none of us got our periods. I was really worried about Haley, and asked about the birth control pills she had been on.

"Oh, those?" she replied, smirking, "I stole them off of Mindy when I replaced hers with fakes."

My blood ran cold. If she had replaced Mindy's with fakes and used the real ones, and *I* had done the same...

I grabbed her by the collar. "Which day? Which day did you swap them?"

We eventually figured it out. I had replaced Mindy's birth control pills last month, so that month I had been using real pills, and then this month Haley had taken Mindy's real pills, and then later that same day I had taken Haley's fake ones for myself, thinking they were Mindy's real ones, and replacing them with my fakes.

Mindy had been taking fake pills with babymaking hormones for 2 months so her pregnancy was inevitable. I had taken Haley's fakes this month, the fertility hormones countering the previous month's real pills, and Haley had only been on the real pills for a week-and-a-half when she had gotten spermed while playing Ride-a-Pole-y. We had probably all been impregnated that night, and since we had swapped partners there was no way to know who the fathers were!

I know what you're thinking: why wouldn't forward-thinking ladies such as us just go get morning after pills, or abortions? Unfortunately, we live in one of those States where you can't get those pills, and you need the father's permission to get an abortion. When the guys found out they just took off, so that wasn't possible.

In the end we all had to leave the University in disgrace when our conditions became obvious. Haley's and my family disowned us. There was no place for us to go, except...

-

We walked into the small house that was our new home and put down our luggage. There was a light thumping sound approaching from the hallway, and then...

"Haley! Dani! You're here!" Always with the obvious, Mindy.



The Third Wheel Ch. 01



I have always fantasized about giving up control. Thoughts of blindfolds, soft bindings and unexpected touches by hands or mouths, make me wet. I never imagined I had the other end of that desire hidden in my subconscious. All it took was alcohol and abstinence, then the animal was out. Here is the story of how the animal left its cage.

My love, Eric, and I have talked about bringing a woman into our bed. Every man’s dream...two women!! I kind of wanted to try one out too; to taste, to touch, to tease.... I guess the hard part is finding one that we could both agree on.

We decided to try a local swinger club  to see if we could find our lucky woman. We found several couples that will be later stories and a few ladies-  (((((that weren‘t really ladies). After a couple hours and too many drinks, we were going to give up when Eric noticed an attractive busty woman coming off the dance floor. He elbowed me and pointed in her direction.

“What do you think?” He asked.

I turned to look and met eyes with the sexy brunette. Neither one of us broke the stare as she walked toward me. I have been told I have very expressive eyes and from the look in hers, I knew she could read mine. Eric likes to tease me about my “come hither” look, but I don’t think that will happen any more. It seems to work.

“Hi, my name is Gwen,” she smiled.

“Hello, I’m Dee and this is Eric. Could we buy you a drink?”

“Yes, I’d love one.”

So we found a table, ordered a round of drinks and talked. We had alot in common and after another round the conversation turned to sex. We found out she was bisexual and submissive. I was excited and concerned; excited because I had someto to walk me through a bisexual encounter and concerned that with a threesome of subs there would be no one to take the lead. I was afraid that without someone bold enough for the first move that it would be a night of conversation only and that wasn’t what I wanted! Maybe that was what triggered the lock on the cage of my inner animal because before I knew it I had said, “Do you want to join us at our house?”

Eric looked shocked, I don’t think he ever expected those words from my mouth. The alcohol had made me extra horny; the lack of sex during the week made that worse. So, I was horny in triplicate.

Gwen gazed up from the table, a small smile playing on her lips and nodded. 

“Okay, great. You ready?”

Again, she nodded.

I reached under the table to squeeze Eric’s leg and found that he was very excited. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

“Go pay for the drinks and meet us at the car.”

He nodded and went to the bar to pay the tab.

Gwen and I left the table and headed toward the door.

“Do you want to ride with us or follow us?” I asked.

“Ride with you, I came in a cab tonight,” she explained.

I linked my arm in hers and headed to our car. As we approached the car, I started to feel bold, so I reached up and tweaked one of her nipples. It had hardened when we walked out of the club into the cool night air, and was so very noticeable. I just couldn’t help myself. Gwen gasped, at the suddenness, and then moaned with the pleasure. I smiled, warming between my legs. We reached the car and waited.

“Let me ask you a few questions before Eric comes out.”

“Shoot.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how submissive do you like to be? One being slightly and ten entirely.”

“Ten,” Gwen whispered.

“Will you follow my orders tonight?”

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. “Yes.” The word was still barely a whisper; the sound came out on a moan.

“Do you like to be bound?”

She blushed and looked at her feet, shuffling them. I raised my hand again, twisting the other nipple. 

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

Gwen gasped and answered “Yes” on an exhale.

“Do you like a little pain? Nothing heavy, a spanking, maybe. I know you enjoy your nipples pinched.” I grinned.

Gwen again looked at her feet, not answering. I believe it was intentional, she wanted me to twist her aroused nipple. So, I did both of them. Hard!

She moaned and her knees began to shake.

“Answer me.” I growled, not yet releasing her hard tortured nipples.

“Yes!” Gwen squirmed.

“Yes, What?” I asked as I twisted each nipple in a different direction.

“Yes, I like what you are doing to my nipples.” I twisted them further, heard another gasp. “Yes, I like a little pain. I want you to spank me.” Gwen blushed a much deeper shade of red.

I let go of her nipples and heard a rush of air, as she exhaled the breath she had been holding. I skimmed my thumbs over her nipples keeping them hard, watching her breathing speed up. Her eyes were closed, and she was leaning against the car holding herself up. She looked so good, so tasty.

I leaned forward and put my lips on hers. Gwen’s eyes shot open, her hands grasped the car. My mouth played with hers, tongue on tongue. I was so thrilled with my first kiss with a woman, I took it deeper. I drank from her and gave as well; it was so sweet, so hot! Her eyes fluttered closed and a moan started deep in her throat.

When I finally pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Eric standing by the car. He was wide-eyed, grinning and rubbing his crotch. 

I smiled back. “What took so long?” I asked coyly.

“The bartender was busy. You ready to go?”

“I am. You ready, Gwen?”

She nodded. I tweaked one of the already sore nipples. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I’m ready.” Her breathing was still labored. 

She jumped in the backseat, as Eric and I got in the front. He started the car and pulled out of the lot. Once we were on the road, I turned to Gwen and asked, “Are you wearing panties?”

She looked embarrassed at such a question, but whispered a “Yes.”

“Take them off.”

Her head shot up, eyes wide.

“Do it, NOW!” I ordered.

I could tell she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“Eric, turn the car aournd. Gwen doesn’t want to follow orders.”

Eric looked at me puzzled and aroused by this new side of me. He slowed the car without question.

“No, please don’t take me back. I will do anything you ask,” Gwen whimpered.

“Then, do as I ask and take off your panties. This will be the last time I ask you twice to do something. Do you understand?”

She nodded. Little did she know, but that nod would cost her. I had expected an answer.

Gwen began to wiggle out of her panties. Eric watched from the mirror, I stared. Her head was bowed, her eyes were down. She pulled the panties from around her ankles and handed them to me.

“That’s better,” I held the small scrap of material in my hand. It was damp, more than damp, the crotch was wet.

I handed them to Eric, he felt the moisture and grinned.

“Do you want to taste?” I asked him.

He nodded.

“Gwen, lift your skirt, so I can see.” 

She did. 

“Open your legs.”

She spread them a fraction. 

“More!” I ordered.

She opened them further. 

“Better. Leave them that way.”

She nodded.

“Now, I want you to dip two fingers into your pussy.” She lifted her head up, her eyes meeting mine, pleading. I raised an eyebrow and she understood not to question. She slowly pushed her index and middle fingers into her wet folds. When she pulled them out, they glistened with moisture.

“Feed your juices to Eric. Let him lick your fingers clean.”

She inched forward in the seat. Eric opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Gwen put her fingers on his tongue and closed her eyes as he sucked her juices from them. She moaned deeply. He released her fingers and she sat back again. 

“Tasty?” I asked Eric.

“Yes, very.” Eric smiled warmly.

“Gwen, we are almost there when we get to the house, I expect you to remove the rest of your clothes. You can do that in the master bathroom, which will be on your right. Then, you are to go into the bedrooom and wait. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Gwen’s head popped up, a look of shock on her face when she realized what she had said. Eric looks at Gwen then at me, wondering what my reaction to this will be. 

It both surprises me and pleases me. I feel a warmth spread throughout my body, a tingling in my crotch. 

“Very good.” I say as I smile at Gwen.



The Third Wheel Ch. 02



Upon pulling into the garage, I turn back to Gwen in the backseat. What a picture she is; a beautiful busty brunette with a lovely blush on her face and her skirt pulled way up so her bare ass is on the seat. I smile back at her and she tries a weak smile back.

"Gwen, repeat your instructions to me." I say.

She blows out a deep breath and speaks in almost a whisper, "I am to go into the master bathroom and remove the rest of my clothing. Then, I am to wait in the bedroom until you are ready for me."

"Very good. Do you have any problems with that?"

"No, Mistress," she practically chokes on the words. 

I smile at her words. I turn to see we are at the house, the garage door opening. Eric is pulling the car into the garage and there is a huge grin on his face. He has never seen this side of me and I can tell by the growth in his pants, it excites him.

I open my car door and turn to open the Gwen's, as Eric heads to unlock the door to the house. 

"Eric, point Gwen in the right direction, honey."

He nods and ushers Gwen ahead of him into the house. I wander into the kitchen, passing Gwen on her way to the master bathroom. I take a quick drink of water and figure it has given her enough time to undress and wait. I slowly walk to the other end of the house, trying to plan what I want to happen. I really have no idea, so I shrug to myself and decide to go with the flow.

I step into the master bedroom and smile. Eric has lit a number of candles and there is a soft glow over the room. He has taken a seat in his favorite reading chair, his feet up on the ottoman. He is just sitting there watching. 

Gwen is standing in the center of the room, a full body blush. One hand is around her breasts, covering nothing. She has wonderful full breasts and her arm covers only the nipples. The other hand covers her sex. 

I look directly at her, my eyes meeting hers. I smile and walk over to her. Lifting her chin with my hand, I bring my lips down to hers. Softly, gently, I play with her lips, brushing mine on hers. When I feel her begin to respond, I deepen the kiss, opening my mouth on hers. My tongue dipping into her mouth, dancing with her tongue. As she slips into the kiss, her arms come around me. I break the kiss and smile down at her. I begin to step back and she starts to cover herself again.

"No, leave your arms at your sides."

She lowers her arms and bows her head.

"Gwen."

She looks up at me.

"We have something to talk about before anything happens tonight."

A look of concern crosses her face and she nods.

"Since I plan on giving you the things you have told me you enjoy," I start.

Her eyes widen and I continue, "It is necessary that we come up with a safeword."

"A safeword?" she questions.

"Yes, Gwen. A word that you can say that will stop whatever is being done to you. A word that you will not utter by mistake."

She nods.

"Can you think of a word that you can remember?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, what is it?"

"Twilight, Mistress"

I nod, "Twilight, it is then."

I step back from her, watching her. I look at Eric, comfortable in his chair and wink at him. He grins and winks back.

"Now, you will kneel for me." 

She begins to lower to the floor. 

"Wait, I was not finished. Be patient. I have a specific way for you to kneel."

She stops, returns to standing and speaks softly, "Yes Mistress."

"Better, Gwen. I want you to kneel for me with your thighs apart so I can touch you whenever I want to. I want your back straight and your breasts pushed forward. I want your hands behind your back, you will be less tempted to cover yourself or to touch me. Your tush should touch your heels. Do you understand what I want Gwen?"

She nods. 

I reach out and tweak a hardened nipple. "Is a nod and answer Gwen?"

She gasps, "No, Mistress."

"Then answer me."

"Yes Mistress, I understand how you want me to kneel."

"Better." I release the nipple. "Show me."

She lowers herself to the floor. Her thighs are slightly spread, but her back is straight, her breasts are pushed forward, her hands are behind her back and fingers laced together. 

I use my foot to spread her legs further apart. "I want you open for me."

Her head bows and she spreads her legs even further apart, "Yes, Mistress."

"Eric, slip off your shoes and come over here to see this lovely vision."

He slips off his loafers and rises from the chair, stopping in front of Gwen. He is looking over her kneeling form, smiling. 

"Look at us, Gwen," I command.

She raises her head and her eyes slowly lift to meet mine. 

I turn Eric and kiss him, hard and passionately. Drawing his body close to mine, I slowly pull his shirt out of his pants, Stroking his flesh beneath, raising the shirt slowly, I break the kiss to lift the shirt over his head. With my hands caressing his torso, I look over at Gwen. She is watching intently, her eyes on his body. My hands slip lower and begin to unfasten his pants, first the button then the zipper. My hands slipping into the waist, slowly, painfully slowly, I begin to lower them; down his hips, his thighs, his legs. When the pants hit the floor, he steps out of them. His erection is clearly visible in his boxers. It is tenting the material and there is a small wet spot. I look over at her again, her eyes have gone wide now. I know that he is well endowed, I am sure that is the reason for the shock on her face.

"Do you want to see what my man has to offer, Gwen?"

She nods, at a total loss for words.

I shake my head, "That wasn't a proper answer, but you will receive something for the lack of words soon."

"Yes, Mistress," she whispers and her head bows again.

"Gwen, watch us. Last time I say it, I promise."

She slowly raised her head again, her eyes on the tent in his boxers. "Yes, Mistress."

I reach up and grasp the boxers by the waistband, pulling them down slowly, inch by inch revealing him. Turning to watch her eyes even wider, I smile to myself. Lowering the boxers to the floor, letting him step free of them, I lean in and lick him slowly. Trailing my tongue along the base of his cock, I lick up to the head slowly, taking it into my mouth, sucking for just a moment. He moans softly and pushes his hips forward. I pull away and kiss the very tip, smiling up at him. 

I glance over at Gwen, who has been watching intently and slowly lick my lips. She watched me and then glances over at Eric. 

"Do you want a taste of him?" I ask.

She begins to nod, I raise an eyebrow and she speaks softly, "Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress what?" I see the blush creep onto her face. 

She looks back at me eyes wide, not knowing what to say to me.

"Say it, say what you want." I command.

Her eyes begin to lower to her lap, I clear my throat and she knows she must look at me when she speaks. 

"I want a taste of him Mistress."

I turn to Eric, "Give her your hand honey."

He looks at me, curious as to what I am doing. 

"She didn't tell me what she wanted to taste, so she can taste the palm of your hand."

She looks up at me, not sure what to say or do. 

When his hand is open and just in front of her, I whisper, "Lick it, then kiss it. "

"Yes, Mistress."

She leans in and licks the palm of his hand and then kisses the spot she has just licked. She leans again for another taste and I quickly twist a nipple hard. 

"Did I say more than one lick?" 

The gasp escapes her lips before the "No, Mistress." She sits back on her heels, staring at his erection directly in front of her.

I bend and reach between her legs, testing for wetness. She is soaked, dripping almost, she moans at my touch. I grin widely, the effect I am having on her is arousing me as well. I lick her juices from my own fingers. She does taste good.

"Now, are you ready to tell me what it is you want to taste on my sweet man?"

"Yes, Mistress." Her eyes come up to mine pleading, she swallows hard. "i want to taste his cock Mistress."

"Very good, little one, you are learning." I stroke her hair and nod to Eric to come forward a step. "Lean in to lick him, just lick. Don't take him into your mouth yet."

"Yes, Mistress," she replies, just seconds before her tongue reaches out and begins to lick him. 

I watch his face and he has closed his eyes. It is his first touch by another woman in a very long time. I watch his hands go to her head, fisting in her hair.

"Take him into your mouth, suck him really good. I want you to make him cum. Lean into him and take him all."

She readily leans forward, her buttocks coming off her heels, just as I wanted. She is sucking him with all she has, he is moaning and thrusting his hips into her face. 

I slowly trail a hand down her back resting on her left cheek. Watching to make sure she has a mouthful of him, I pull my hand back and slap her cheek hard. SMACK

She tries to cry out, but can't. The sound she did try to make was muffled by his cock. Eric's eyes shot open at the sound and her reaction. She is sucking more fervently now. He is groaning deeply, his hand in her hair pulling her closer.

I pull back and slap the other cheek. SMACK She cries out again against him, another muffled cry. 

He looks at me and says, "More, she sucks harder with every strike."

My hand rubs over her bottom, just starting to pink. I quickly do two slaps on the left cheek. SMACK SMACK. Her cry has turned to a moan, now. I slap the other cheek, two fast strikes. SMACK SMACK. She begins to wiggle her tush in the air. I stroke the pink flesh softly, then give two more quick slaps one on each cheek. SMACK SMACK

"Oh, fuck. I am going to cum." 

"Are you ready to taste him?" I ask.

She moans, which I take as a yes, and nod to Eric.

He buries his cock deep in her mouth and releases an animal cry. His hands still fisted in her hair, his head back and his eyes closed. I know she is getting a full load of his hot seed. I spank her ass as she tries to swallow all of him. Smack, Smack, Smack Smack... slightly lighter than before as the skin has already become a lovely shade of pink. 

He pulls her mouth from him, a small amount of cum dribbling from her lips. She licks it up quickly. 

I go to him and kiss him hard on the mouth. "Are you ready to watch for a bit, honey?"

He kisses me quickly and replies, "Oh, yes definately ready to watch." He returns to his chair and puts up his feet. 

I look back at Gwen, she has returned to her proper kneel position. Her heels pressing into her pink tush. I put a hand on her back and push her slightly forward, rubbing a my other hand on the tender flesh. She moans and the moan turns to a groan as my hand slips between her thighs.

"Oh, my. This little one is very, very wet. Did you enjoy the spanking or the sucking of his cock and swallowing his cum?"

"Both, Mistress," she answers and the blush comes back, creeping down her breasts.

"Good girl. Are you ready for more? I have some special plans for you."

She looks up at me, the need in her eyes. "Yes, Mistress."

"Oh, one more thing Gwen. You are not to cum unless I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

I hear the groan first, then she replies in a small voice, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, on the bed. Lay on your back."

"Yes, Mistress."

She rises from her kneeling position and climbs onto the bed. I head over to the dresser and pull out 5 silken scarves. Returning to the bed, I use the first two to bind her hands to the headboard. The next two to bind her ankles to the footboard and the final one is used to cover her eyes. I step back and smile, what a sight! A beautiful naked body, tied spread eagle to our bed, blindfolded and helpless, willing and wanting. 

I gaze at her body taking every inch of her in. Her face is flushed and her full breasts are rising and falling, the nipples still hard. Glancing between her legs, she is so very wet, glistening with moisture. I stroke a hand up her thigh, hear her sigh.

I look over to Eric, wink and smile.



The Third Wheel



Her hips started to buck against my probing fingers, her hand now wrapping tightly around my cock and pumping it firmly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, but I wanted her to cum. I lowered myself down her body until I reached her pussy. My cock pulled from her grip, and her hands grabbed my hair and pulled my face directly into her sweet cunt. I licked her pussy with all I had until she finally came. Her legs squeezed my head, and she yelled out. Her juices flooded my tongue, and she tasted sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted before.

Before I knew what was happening, she was pushing me away.

“I want to taste it. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Before I could react, her mouth was wrapped around my cock, and her tongue was circling the head of my cock. It was at that point that I thought that she may have not been totally honest with me about her sexual past, but I didn’t care. This was by far the best blow job I ever had, by the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Her head bobbed fiercely on my cock, and I could feel the cum rising from my balls. She pulled her mouth away but continued to run her hand quickly up and down my shaft.

“Oh Dave I want you to cum. I want to taste it. Cum in my mouth for me. Oh yes.”

That was all I needed to hear. She wrapped her lips tightly around my head, and I was soon pumping my load into her mouth. She moaned affirmatively as she worked hard to swallow everything I gave her. 

“Mmm, that’s so good. Oh fuck, I love this.”

She continued to work my cock with her mouth, until there was nothing left. I was still hard, and she climbed on top of me, her pussy just inches from my cock.

“Dave, I want you to fuck me.”

She grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. She began to lower herself slowly on me when I stopped her.

“Bridgette, I love you.”

“Oh baby, I love you too.”

She lowered herself quickly on to me and shrieked as my cock penetrated her for the first time.

“Oh God, that is amazing! I love this! I love your cock inside of me. I love you.”

She sat on top of me, my cock buried inside of her, and moved her hips back and forth slowly, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone. In just a few seconds, she had an orgasm like I’ve never seen a girl have. I felt her pussy gripping my cock, and she actually came. I was soaked with her juices, and I could feel it running down my inner thighs and down my ass. My pubic hair was drenched, and she collapsed on top of me. 

“Oh God that was amazing.”

She rolled off of me and pulled me on top of her, never breaking our contact.

“I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you cum in my pussy.”

“Are you…”

“It’s okay, just fuck me. Cum in my pussy please.”

I did as I was told, and started pumping my cock in and out of her. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace. I felt her cum twice more before I finally emptied out inside of her, when she came one more time.

“Oh yes! I can feel it! I feel your cum in me! Oh God Yes! It feels so good! Your cum feels so good on my pussy! Uuuh”

We both collapsed in each other’s arms.

I didn’t know how late it was when I woke up next to Bridgette, sleeping soundly next to me. I had to pee, so I quietly slipped out of the bed and started to gather my clothes. I opened the door and made my way down the hall to the bathroom, when Kayla came out of her room.

“You’re not sneaking out are you?”

“No, just going to the bathroom.”

“Ah. Sounds like everything went well in there.”

I felt my face get red and I laughed.

“Uh yea, everything is fine.”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun. How was it?”

“Huh?”

“How was it? Was my sister a good fuck? You were her first you know. Well technically anyway.”

“What? Why would you…what do you mean technically?”

“Oh Nothing. Make sure you lift the lid. I don’t want to sit in your piss later.”

“Kayla, what’s going on. What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s not for me to tell you.”

“Kayla please, this is serious.”

“I told you, just keep an open mind.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She giggled. “Is she in there?”

“Yea but she’s asleep. Tell me what’s going on!”

“Ooh, you must have really worn her out stud! Put her right to sleep huh?”

“KAYLA!”

“Look Dave, you love her right?”

“Well yea”

“No matter what?”

“Kayla, you’re freaking me out! What are you telling me?”

“I’m not telling you anything. I’m just saying, if you love her, it won’t matter.”

“Alright, you know what? I think you’re just fucking with me!”

“Awe, don’t be mad. I’m just having a little fun with you. Call it future brother hazing.”

She walked up to me and ran her finger down my chest, passed my stomach to my crotch, giving my package a quick squeeze. I pulled away from her.

“You’d better go do what you have to do and get back in there. Hope you got something left.”

She smiled and slipped back into her room. I quickly went to the bathroom, and hurried back into Bridgette’s room. She was awake, and Kayla was sitting on the bed next to her. I stood in the doorway, not sure what to do. Bridgette looked at me and smiled.


“Are you just going to stand there or are you coming back to bed?”

I closed the door and walked over to the bed. Kayla stood up and stepped aside. I lifted the covers and started to get in. Kayla laughed. Bridgette stopped me.

“You planning on sleeping in your jeans?”

I looked at her, then at Kayla, and back to Bridgette.

“Oh please. She’s my sister. I’m sure it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. Now take your clothes off and get in here with me.”

This was definitely getting weird. I mean I figured sisters would be close but nothing like this. But I figured if it wouldn’t bother them, I certainly wouldn’t let it bother me. I felt Kayla’s eyes on me as I got undressed and quickly slipped into bed with Bridgette. Kayla didn’t move as Bridgette started to kiss me as soon as I was next to her. She quickly lowered her hand and gave my cock a quick squeeze under the covers. 

“I’ll be right back. I love you.”

Bridgette threw the covers off herself and got out of bed totally naked. Kayla’s eyes scanned her body as Bridgette walked passed her and out the door, obviously on her way to the bathroom. We both watched her as she left the room. 

“So, you must be really good. Bridgette was absolutely gushing! Who would have thought?”

“Kayla, what are you doing here?”

“Ugh! You’re just not too bright are you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She giggled. “You’ll see. So let me ask you something, honestly.”

I was really getting tired of Kayla’s games, and I started to get annoyed. 

“What?”

I tried my best not to show it for Bridgette’s sake.

“If you weren’t in love with Bridgette, Would you fuck me?”

“What? Kayla, look, I don’t know what you’re up too, but I love Bridgette, and I told you, I won’t do anything to change that.”

She laughed. “Wow aren’t you just a little full of yourself? I didn’t ask you to fuck me, I asked if you would. It’s a simple question, yes or no?”

“I don’t know.”

“That wasn’t a yes or a no.”

“Kayla, I’m not answering that. I’ve got a feeling you’re setting me up for something, and no matter what I say it would be wrong.”

“Man are you paranoid! Look, all I’m asking is if you had met me instead of Bridgette, and she wasn’t even my sister, would you fuck me?”

I didn’t answer the question.

“Okay, what if Bridgette came in here right now and said that the only way you could be with her is if you had to fuck me, would you?”

“Like that’s gonna happen.”

“It could! Just answer the question, yes or no!”

Again I was silent. 

“C’mon, don’t you think I’m pretty? Most people think we’re twins!”

“It’s not about your looks! Of course I think you’re pretty.”

“So that’s a yes!”

“No!”

“No?”

“Yes! No! I’m not answering that question!”

“I know. What if I helped you decide?”

Kayla pulled off her T-shirt, slipped out of her shorts and stood in front of me totally naked.

“What are you doing? Put your clothes on before she comes back in here!”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be in there for a while. So yes or no?”

Kayla grabbed her breasts and pushed them together, rubbing her nipples with her fingers. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“NO! Put your clothes back on!”

“Not even if I do this?”

She reached between her legs and started to rub herself, grinding her hips into her hand and moaning.

“I know what you’re doing! This is a test right? Bridgette put you up to this to see if I would go for it! She wanted to make sure I would be faithful right?”

“Bridgette has no idea, but I’m glad you think that she’s so trusting!”

“Then what the fuck are you doing this for? Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you want your sister to be happy? Why are you trying to fuck it up for her? For me?”

Kayla laughed again and dropped her hands to her sides.

“Oh Dave! I’m not trying to fuck anything up. My sister’s happiness means more to me than you’ll ever know. I would never do anything to hurt her. I just want to know if you feel the same way.”

“I just said I did didn’t I?”

“Well not exactly, but I know you do.”

“So why all this?”

“What I just wanted you to answer a simple question. At least I know what your answer is now.”

“What do you know? I never said anything!”

“You didn’t, but your little friend did. Well, your not so little friend.”

She reached out and squeezed my cock, which was now tenting the sheets.

“At least someone was being honest.”

Just as she let go of me, Bridgette came back into the room, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Kayla was standing there naked. She sat down next to me on the bed and shared a quick look with Kayla. 

“I knew I was going to have to keep an eye on you two. Not even five minutes and you’ve already got her naked.”

“It’s not what…I mean, I didn’t…She just started to…”

Bridgette laughed. Kayla sat next to me on the other side. 

“I know you didn’t do anything.”

“Look, will one of you please tell me what this is all about?”

“Dave, you said that you loved me right?”

“Yes I do.”

Kayla started running her fingers through my hair.

“Bridgette, he really does love you. I know he’ll make you happy.”

Bridgette smiled and looked at me. “I haven’t really been totally honest with you Dave.”

“What do you mean?”

Bridgette reached across me and grabbed Kayla’s other hand. 

“Kayla and I…Dave, Kayla and I are more than just sisters.”

I heard the words, but I really couldn’t figure out what she was saying.

“What? What do you mean?”

Kayla laughed. “I know you love him Bridgette, but he’s really not that bright huh?”

“Shut up Kayla. Dave…”

“Wait a minute! This is a joke right?”

“No Dave, I’m serious. I understand if this changes things, but Kayla is my sister. She is very important to me. 

“Bridgette, I…”

“Dave wait. Before you say anything, I’m sorry if this freaks you out, but I love you, I really do, and I had to tell you. It wouldn’t have been any good for any of us if I didn’t. I understand if it freaks you out, but I want you to know that you’re the first person that I…We’ve ever told.”

“So you’re telling me that you…and your sister are lovers?”

Bridgette nodded.

“C’mon. I don’t believe it! You’re just fucking with me! There’s no way…”

Before I finished speaking, Kayla reached across me and kissed Bridgette passionately. I could feel their warm bodies pressing on my stomach over the sheets, and I was speechless. I couldn’t believe it. My heart almost leapt from my chest. I was completely turned on, and yet completely disgusted. I never thought that anyone would ever do anything like that. I couldn’t believe this girl I was so in love with, this perfect girl, could do something so…wrong. I literally felt my heart tearing as they finished their kiss. I couldn’t speak. Bridgette put her arm on my shoulder, and I abruptly pushed it off. Kayla sat back quickly. I couldn’t look at either one of them.

“Dave?”

“I don’t get it? How can you do this? You’re sisters! How can you tell me you love me? You can’t love me if you’re with her! Why didn’t you tell me? Why would you let me think that everything is okay?”

“What was she supposed to say to you Dave? Hi my name is Bridgette and I fuck my sister?”

“Kayla please! Why didn’t you tell me what this was about when I asked you?”

“I told you Dave, it wasn’t my place to tell you.”

I sat up in the bed and looked at both of them. There were so many thoughts running through my head, and I couldn’t make sense of anything. I tried to focus on one thought but I couldn’t. 

“I’m sorry Bridgette, but it looks like you were wrong about him.”

“Dave?” Bridgette asked, looking for me to say something.

I looked over at Bridgette, who was seemingly ready to cry. Kayla went to stand up, but I grabbed her arm before she could get away. 

“Bridgette, I told you that I loved you, and I meant it. I’ve never said that to anyone before. I also said that no matter what you told me that would never change. I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t know if I can be a part of this. I think I would go crazy knowing that I could never really have you entirely to myself.”

“Dave I understand. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but this is just the way it is. I can’t change what my sister and I have. I just couldn’t live without her. I guess I just thought that you would understand. I don’t blame you Dave, I know that most people wouldn’t understand.”

“Look Bridgette, it’s just a lot to handle. I mean, I guess I really don’t understand. I really wish I did. I don’t want to sound like a jerk, but I’m just really confused.”

Kayla pulled her arm from me, and quickly ran out of the room without saying a word. Bridgette called after her, but she responded by slamming the door. 

“Bridgette look, I’m sorry.”

“Dave there’s nothing to be sorry about. If anyone is sorry, it’s me. I just want you to know that I love you, and I knew I was right about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that another guy might have just taken advantage of the situation, and that would have been it. You didn’t, and I know it’s because you really care about me, and I love you for that.”

“I love you too.”

She smiled at me. I got up and got dressed. We looked longingly at each other as I walked out of her room. I knew that I was walking away from the best thing in my life, and I would probably never find anyone like her again. Kayla stood in her room, now dressed, and peered at me as I walked past. I shrugged my shoulders, and she looked away from me. I heard her go to Bridgette’s room just before I walked out the front door.

It was a few nights later, and I was wasting away in my apartment, as I had been doing since I walked out on Bridgette. She was all I could think about, and it took everything I had not to call her or go see her, but I knew things would never change. I knew that Kayla and her were in love, as weird as that may have seemed, and I just couldn’t see where there was any room for me in that picture. 

I was just about to fall asleep when there was a pounding at my door. I fumbled my way across the room and barely opened the door when Kayla barged in.

“Kayla! What…How did you know where I…How’s Bridgette?”

“FUCK YOU! I just came here to tell you what an Asshole you are! What do you care how she is?”

“I uh…”

“She’s fucking miserable, and it’s all because of you!” She paused for a minute. “You know, I told you if you hurt her that I would kill you.”

“So is that why you’re here? To kill me? Go ahead then, it doesn’t matter.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Look at you. You are the stupidest fucking asshole I ever met. My sister has barely said two words in the last three days. You obviously haven’t done much with yourself either, and it’s all your fucking fault. You can fucking change it and you’d both be happy, but you’d rather sit here and be fucking miserable.”

“No Kayla, I can’t change it. It’s not my fault. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to love someone. Someone normal.”

“What the fuck! What is that supposed to mean? You know what? You don’t know anything! Where the fuck do you get off calling me a freak? Bridgette told me you were open minded, but I guess she should be thankful that she doesn’t know the truth.”

“Oh and what’s that?”

“It’s the fact that you are too fucking simple minded to even bother to try and understand. Maybe if you bothered to try and talk to her, you would understand why this happened.”

“So what, You’re gonna tell me there’s a perfectly good reason as to how you wound up fucking your sister?”

“As a matter of fact asshole, there is, but I wouldn’t bother to tell you. You’d rather sit here, all fucking self -important thinking that we are a couple of freaks. If you ask me, you’re the freak. You had the perfect girl, and you were just too stupid to see it. The first thing that came along that you couldn’t deal with sent you off running. So instead, you’d rather sit here oblivious to the fact that you had what you wanted and decided to throw it all away, for what? If you ask me, that’s the freakiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Kayla, this is not just some little thing. The girl I love is already in love with someone else…you! I just don’t see how I fit into the picture.”

“That’s because you don’t want to see it. You’re gonna tell me that it bothers you that much? What if we weren’t lovers, just sisters. Would it still bother you if we spent time together?”

“Well, no, but…”

“But what? Just admit it, it freaks you out that we have sex. That’s all it really comes down to. All this other bullshit about Bridgette sharing her love, and you sharing her with me is all a bunch of shit and you know it! And you know what? If it is true, then you’re a bigger asshole than I thought. If you loved her, really loved her, then you’d know that she was worth keeping. You would do anything you could not to lose her. Sometimes you have to work at it, and fight for it, but you would do it. You wouldn’t just sit here being a fucking asshole!”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It’s not? You know what? You don’t love her at all.”

“How could you say that?”

“Because, I love her, and I can’t stand seeing her this way, so I came here to try and talk to you. I came here to fight for it. You are doing nothing.”

I didn’t know what to say, because I knew she was right.

“You know what? Forget I even came here. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just want you to know that you passed up the best thing that could ever happen to you, and you’re too stupid to see that. If you had a fucking clue, you would know that my sister means everything to me. I love her, and she loves you. You could have had more love than you could have handled, from both of us, and everyone would have been happy.”

She turned to walk out, but I grabbed her before she got to the door.

“Kayla, wait…”

She turned around and kissed me hard on the lips. I could taste her salty tears pouring from her eyes. She smelled and tasted just like Bridgette, and my heart sank. My stomach was in knots, and I gave in instinctively and returned her kiss, but she pulled away, leaning her head into my chest and sobbing.

“Please Dave. Go back to her. I want her to be happy. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand to see her like this. We’ll make her happy together, because she is worth it.”

I couldn’t move fast enough as we raced out of my apartment to Bridgette’s house. I burst through the door to find her on the couch, and kissed her as hard as I could before she could even speak. She hesitated at first, but then returned my kiss passionately.

“Bridgette, I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I can’t live without you in my life. I don’t want to. I told you I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, and I let you down. I’ll never do that again.”




The Third Wheel



“Dave, I…”

“Please Bridgette, I’m sorry. I love you so much, and I can’t lose you.”

I heard Kayla walk in the room behind us. 

“Oh Dave I love you too. I’m so glad you’re here.”

We kissed again, and I could feel Kayla press against my back, and her lips kiss the back of my neck. Bridgette pulled away from me. 

“What about Kayla?”

I reached around and grabbed Kayla’s hand, pulling her next to me.

“She’s the reason I’m here. She made me understand what an asshole I’ve been, and I love her for that.”

Kayla smiled and kissed me hard on the lips. Her tongue entered my mouth, and we kissed passionately. Bridgette leaned into me as I kissed her sister. Finally Kayla pulled away from me and pulled Bridgette towards her, kissing her hard.

“Bridgette, I love you. I never want to see you unhappy, and I told you I would do anything to make you happy.”

“We both would” I added.

Bridgette smiled and threw her arms around both of us. “I love you too.”

Kayla stepped back and began to remove her shirt.

“Now that we’re all lovey-dovey again, It’s been three days since I’ve had a good orgasm, and since I got you two back together, someone needs to thank me.”

Bridgette and I both laughed. “Leave it to my sister to be subtle about things.”

“Yea she definitely doesn’t mix her words.”

“Fuck subtle! Now let’s go upstairs so we can consummate this relationship. If what my sister says is true, I can’t wait to get my hands on this.”

She grabbed my cock through my jeans as she proceeded to strip away the rest of her clothes.

“C’mon already.” And she headed up the stairs.

Bridgette turned to me.

“You’re okay with this?”

“I’m okay with anything as long as I’m with you.”

“Good, because you’re in for the long haul now.”

“I can’t wait.” 

We kissed again, and headed upstairs.

Kayla was waiting on the bed, with her hand already rubbing herself over her jeans. She wasted no time in unbuttoning my pants and releasing my growing cock. Bridgette and I kissed as Kayla expertly sucked me off. We fumbled with one another’s clothes until we were all naked and tangled on the bed. As I watched Bridgette and Kayla pleasure each other, I couldn’t imagine why I had objected to this situation to begin with. 

After they spent a few minutes working each other up, Bridgette pushed me on my back, and paid some well deserved attention to my cock. Kayla busied herself with her sisters beautiful pussy, until Bridgette announced that it was time for her to try me. She watched as her sister and I fucked for the first time. As soon as Kayla came, they switched positions, and I fucked Bridgette until we both came. 

We spent an hour or so pleasing each other before we decided to head back to my apartment because they were afraid that their parents would be home shortly. 

It’s been a few weeks, and they haven’t left yet! 



The Third Wife



Two years. That's how long it had been since I had last seen Dad. Two long, long years. It would have been okay if Dad had been a drunk, a recovering addict or a reformed convict, but it wasn't any one of those reasons. The last time I had seen Dad was at his wedding - to a twenty-one year old girl called Susan. I was nineteen at that time.

I had walked away from that wedding with just a perfunctory 'Best Wishes', and as much as I knew that Dad was hurt, my selfishness made my feelings paramount, and I had resolved at that moment not to have anything to do with my Dad or his bride - God forbid that I have to call her Mom or Stepmom - and had managed to keep up my part of the bargain. Dad tried to chat me up a few times, but as soon as he mentioned Susan, I would either hang up or excuse myself icily.

I wanted to convey my message in no uncertain terms. His bimbo was not welcome into my life.

So why was I here, in front of the huge, palatial house that I had grown up in?

While Dad was enjoying his married life with his young 'maiden', Mom had finally managed to ensnare an old pervert, and he was as rich as he was dirty. Obviously, for if he had been a pauper, Mom would have hardly given him the time of the day. And when the old geezer suffered his third heart-attack for the summer, Mom agreed to marry the poor bastard.

And then they left on a semi-permanent vacation to Hawaii.

Academic prospects in the Keys are not such a hot thing, especially when you are brought up in the hustle and bustle of Queen's, and reluctantly, I made the call to my father. Could I stay with them for a couple of weeks? He was ten times more thrilled than I was about the visit.

Don't get me wrong, though. I love my father. I have loved him since the day I was born, and I must admit I felt kind of cheated when he married a girl old enough to be my sister. My limited worldly knowledge at the time of his marriage did not have a very high opinion of girls like those, who were, in my opinion, bounty-hunters. I met her once before the wedding, and even though she was as nice and cheerful as possible, I managed to be as rude a stepdaughter as possible.

Unfortunately, I thought at the time, it hadn't been enough to break up their engagement.

Now, with two years of the real living behind me, that childish prejudice stood proved by the flash of the society. My mother was the best example I could come up with, and Mrs.Susan Alexander was a close second.

"Hello, Lisa. Come on in," greeted my 'stepmother' at the door.

I shot her a cold stare, but smiled sarcastically nonetheless. "Sure thing," I said, "Thanks for the invitation."

"Now that was uncalled for," a cheerful voice came from behind the door, followed by the person himself. "Why do you always have to be so sarcastic to Susan?"

I flushed at the chide - he sees me for the first time in two years, and all he does is defend his wife. I was getting pissed off.

"Come on now, Alex," Susan broke in with a smile. "The girl just arrived... Give her a break. All of us have to adjust, you know. And it's not easy with you pulling her up for every little thing like this."

Dad smiled back at her, and I seethed with - I admit it - jealousy. However, the momentary loss of face in front of Susie was quickly forgotten as I squealed in delight and jumped into his inviting arms. "Daddy! It's so good to see you. It's been two years..."

"Wasn't my fault," he pointed out.

"Alex," Susan began with a warning note, and Dad immediately apologized. I replied that it was quite all right, that he was forgiven. Not once did I apologize for my indifference to Susan, though, but she did not rake up the issue.

I must say I was surprised with her cool attitude. Two years in the high circuits can be pretty intoxicating for young brides, and I had really expected something totally different from what I had found. She was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans - not the leather-washed, shiny version of what the seven mill dollar a year families wear, but the type that you would expect to find on your neighbor.

Also missing were her sunglasses, which for some reason, I had thought she would be wearing inside the house. Lipstick, lipgloss, eyeliner, mascara... surprisingly, they were missing too. The air about her was not the artificial intimacy demanded by society, but the warm, happy environment of a friend.

I hated her!

Granted, so she was not the high society witch that I had thought she was... or would turn into. In fact, I hadn't even thought that she would be carrying their baby for the full term - I knew a couple of women who aborted theirs because it would ruin their figures! - but she seemed to be proud of the fact that she was three months and looked like it.

You could sense she wanted to be a mother. And she certainly looked like on her way to become one.

If the thought of her being rich and sophisticated had villianised her in my eyes, her simple and homely approach was even more infuriating. Just because I had predicted that she would change and show her true spots, and my prophecy had not come true, I had to make the conclusion - she was setting my father up for an even bigger fall.

My friends have often told me that my biggest asset has been my ability to read a character truly even when I was angry. They also mentioned that my greatest fault was in my stubbornness about the people I didn't particularly care about, and how I would look for ways to discredit their good intentions.

"Why don't you go into your room and freshen up, dear?" Susan asked me. 

It had been my house at first - the house where I had been born, where I said my first word, walked my first step, the place where I had spent seventeen years of my life until Mom moved out, taking me along with her. And now this usurper was inviting me to my own room. The nerve!

I guess I snapped.

"I know the way around this house, Susan, so thank you. Let me remind you that before you whored your way into my father's house, my Mom and I were living here. And if you think you can invite me into my own house, sister, you've got another think coming."

Silence. 

And for two seconds, there was nothing else.

The slap stunned me - my own Dad had actually slapped me right across my face! Over some lousy bitch! I didn't know what actually hurt me more - the ringing in my ears, or the fact that I was humiliated in front of Susan. If looks could kill, Dad would have been a widower right then. I made no disguise of my animosity towards my Dad's second wife.

Dad, on the other hand, was solely concentrating on me. He was angry, so angry that I didn't want to risk facing him. He would have none of that crap, though, and caught my arm gruffly. It was the roughest I had seen of him in over a decade. He turned me around to face him, and then drew his face near, its handsome features distorted by the menace in them.

"Now listen, here, young lady," he shook my arm as he spoke, "I have put up with your attitude so far, but the ride ends here. Either you apologize and make up with Susan this instant, or you take your bags and go out the way you came. I am not going to sit by and listen to you insult my wife in such a way, got that?"

I quivered under his outrage, and shrunk in his arms. Dad raised his arms for another slap, but a sharp cry from Susan stopped him.

"Alex! What the hell do you think you are doing? That's your daughter, not some street punk."

Dad started to say something, but she indignantly cut him off. "Take your hands off her, and let her go to her room. Now!"

"But Sue-"

She turned to me, pointedly ignoring Dad. "Go to your room, Lena. I am sorry it happened, and I think your father and I need to have a little talk." Her voice made it clear that it would be my head she bit off if I didn't do as I said, so I just made my way up the stairs. I was conscious of her sympathetic eyes on me as I started to sob.

"For God's sakes, Alex! Why did you have to do that for?" I heard her say as I made my way up the stairs.

"You heard her - she insulted you, and no matter how much she doesn't appreciate the fact that I married you out of love, no daughter of mine is going to talk to someone that way. I am sorry, Sue..."

"To me? It's Lena you should apologize to - I know she insulted me, but hell, if my father married a girl just two years my senior, I would be angry too. I can understand her feelings, and she needs to have some time to get back into our family... even though I was the one who came in last.

"She needs to do it alone, you understand, and that does not require that you whip her ass every time she talks back to me. Hell, I am more a sister to her than a stepmother. If she doesn't like me, fine - that's my loss. Remember this Alex - she was your daughter for nineteen years before I even featured in your dreams, and I am sorry that I caused all this."

"You didn't, baby. She did -"

"Stop it! She doesn't take the blame any more than you do, and it's as open and shut as that. She is twenty-one, Al. She is her own woman, and she has her own likes and dislikes, and she has the freedom to express herself. Besides, every time you beat her, she wouldn't think of it as a punishment from you; she would think I manipulated you into hating your own daughter."

"I guess you are right - but to have her talk to you this way, especially since you were once willing to delay the engagement until she agreed ..."

The rest of the words were cut off when I closed the door and fell on my bed. Strangely, the room was just as I had left it. There was still my old teddy, but I guess I did not really notice how clean and fresh the room was until my tears had dried after ten minutes of crying. 

The cheek still hurt, and I rubbed it gingerly as I went over the last parts of the conversation that I had absently heard. What had Dad said - had Susan actually offered to delay her marriage to Dad until I had given my approval? And the rest of what she had said had also sounded too sincere, too spontaneous, to have been a farce.

I buried my head in the pillow. It was the only new entity in the room, but it had the scent of a shampoo that I had stopped using a couple of years ago. Obviously, Dad - and Susan - must have spruced the room up a bit before I came, wanting to make me feel at home.

I was starting to feel ashamed of my actions. Susan was a far better person than I had thought; far better than what I was. I didn't know if I would have the guts to stand in front of her long enough to apologize to her; I felt small.

"Hon," her soft voice broke into my reverie. "Are you all right?"

I sat up and looked at her, peering in at me, concerned and caring. "I am sorry," I offered.

Taking that as an invitation, she came into my room. She sat down beside me, and slowly, as if apprehensive that I would brush off her friendship at any moment, she placed an arm on my shoulder and drew me closer. It was a protective gesture, and to tell you the truth, exactly what I wanted to feel at the time.

"It's all right, Lena. You don't have to apologize for anything."

I managed to raise my eyes to hers. "No, Dad was right. I was being a bitch... I never took an effort to know you better."

"That's water under the bridge. Besides, your dad is just angry you weren't with us the last two years. He thought you liked your mom better than him."

"Hogwash," I replied, and she smiled. "Dad is a million times better than Mom, and I love him even ten times more."

"Like I told your father, I can understand that. Back in the days when he was wooing me, when we just used to lie together (this brought an embarrassed blush to her face, but she continued, anyway), he would talk about what a wonderful girl he had... to hear him talk, you would think he was the only guy to have patered a girl - and how he was sorry that you had moved away, how he had felt lost. 

"In fact, I guess that's what brought us together in the beginning - a girl your age was like a daughter to him. Then later, at some point, we realized that we had fallen for each other, and the rest, as they say, is history."

I took in this piece of information. I had always thought it was some kind of lust that started off their relationship, but I realized, and thankfully so, that I was wrong. They had been there for each other, the pleasures of the bed relegated to a secondary need. Susan was so much more mature than I had given her credit for.

"Did you really want to wait until I had agreed to your marriage?"

Susan looked surprised, as if I had caught her off-guard. "Where did you hear that?"

"Just now, when I came up."

"You weren't supposed to hear that," she said simply.

"Did you?"

She grinned at me. "I guess you think we made up that story, huh, to make me look like a good character?"

If I had had any such doubts, they flew out right then. I told her so.

"Actually, I did - your father was so proud of you, and I was marrying not just a man, but the rest of his family as well. It was very important to me that you accept me, because I knew that it was important to your father, and so I told him that we had better wait until you give the green signal as well."

"But he didn't want to wait."

Susan looked sheepishly at me. "He talked me into it, I am afraid. In fact, I had been hoping that you would have been my bridesmaid, but that didn't pan out, though."

"Sorry 'bout that."

"Girl, you have to drop that habit. It's very irritating, you know, to hear my 'daughter' say sorry for every insignificant thing. Besides, this is your home, as you reminded me (she giggled when I winced at the memory), and you have as much right to be here as anybody else. After all, home is where you can let your hair down, right?"

"Right," I agreed, "Mother."

The two of us laughed together - we damn well did - and I knew at that instant that I had found a good friend in my stepmom. Even 'friend' doesn't quite spell it right - as Sue had mentioned earlier, she was like a sister to me.

She gave me a quick hug and stood up. "Well," she said, stretching, "Now that we are family again, what say we take a long, relaxing swim in the pool?"

I nodded. A swim sounded like an excellent idea. Hot and weary from the ride home, and the twists and turns thereafter, I jumped at her suggestion. Then I remembered a small irritant.

"I don't have a suit."

Susan looked at me with an amused expression on her face. "We are going swimming in our own backyard, silly. You don't need a suit for that. Skinny-dipping in the summer is so much fun." With that, she just whipped off her T-shirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her firm tits juggled as she walked.

"Hope you don't mind, Lena, but modesty is not such a big priority here... after all, if you can't be free at home, where else?"

"Where else, indeed?" I agreed. "But what about Dad?"

"Alex? I am sure he wouldn't mind... plus, since he still thinks of you as a little girl, perhaps it is time you showed him how grown-up you are. Now come on, get up. Get that shirt and the skirt off, and we can be on our way.

It felt a little strange to strip in front of Susan - after all, she was my stepmom - but since she was able to do it so nonchalantly in front of me, I could reciprocate. Before long, the two of us stood naked in our own pile of clothes.

"Gosh," Susan exclaimed when she saw my ample bosom, "Those are big!"

She was exaggerating, but they were definitely bigger than hers. On the other hand, my areola was about half the size of the ones on her, so I guess that made my tits seem a whole lot heavier. I had shaved just before I had left, and it was evident that she had mowed her black-haired lawn more than a couple of days ago. Mine was totally devoid of any blond hairs and as smooth as a skin could get.

We went down together, expecting to find Dad already by the pool. I was still apprehensive about being nude in front of my own father, shaved cunt et al, and offered to wait for her while she dumped the clothes in the basement laundry, but she wouldn't hear of it. She told me Dad owed me an apology for the slap, and it wouldn't make any difference if she was there at the time or not.

I slid open the patio door and kept a cautious foot outside. Dad was around ten feet to my left, and I peered around the corner to see him, clad in only his suit, engrossed in the day's financial quotes. I stepped out.

"Hi Dad." And to this day, I swear I have no idea where I suddenly got the guts to draw Dad's attention to my nude self.

Dad turned around, and even at the distance, I could see the jaw drop. I was walking towards him even before I had realized it, and stood within two feet of his well-maintained body by the time he had regained his composure.

"Didn't you forget something, hon?"

I grinned at him. Jerking a thumb back towards the rear of the house, I explained my attire - or rather, the lack of it. "Mom said that no swimsuits were allowed in the house pool."

He shot his eyebrows up. "Mom?"

"Susan."

He was relieved. I guess for a moment, he really thought my Mom had showed up as well. "Glad you two made up."

"I was wrong about her from the beginning, but at least I got around to it."

"Yes," he agreed, suddenly uncomfortable with his posture. "At last, you got around to it." He paused for a second, then offered his apology. "Listen, Lena, honey, about what happened earlier... sorry I slapped you. I snapped, and I am truly sorry I did."


"It' all right, Daddy," I said, and without thinking, threw my arms around him. "I deserved to have some sense slapped into me." And as soon as I had finished speaking, I was aware of his sharp intake of breath. A naked woman, young and in the prime of her life, is a temptation for many men, including those who should have been above it, and I must admit it was a strangely exciting sensation to realize that my body was not as platonic as a daughter's should be.

Abruptly, as if on cue, both of us pulled away, awkward and blustering. Our breathing had picked up, and my nipples were harder. And although I won't swear to it, Dad's cock seemed to be awake too.

Not wanting any more disturbing thoughts - I was already starting to have some - I turned around and dived into the blue water. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad shifting his posture again, and I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye from time to time as well. His bulge was unmistakable.

After around five minutes, Susan walked through the door. She had shaved herself clean, and all you could see on her was the bare expanse of her skin over her lips. She was sexy - you couldn't deny her that - and I was sure that the slight protrusion of the belly was making her all the more desirable.

"Hi Alex," she reached over and gave Dad a huge wet kiss on his cheeks. His eyes widened as he stared at her freshly shaved pussy, and his attention did not miss her attention. "Like it?" she asked playfully, running his finger over the smooth skin. "Shaved it, just like Lena's."

Dad quickly glanced in my direction before complimenting his wife. "Silk. Very fine." With a wry smile, he added, "I am not sure about the second part, though - I make it a point not to run around feeling my daughter's crotch."

If that reply shocked me, her rejoinder that she threw over her shoulder as she jumped into the water really stunned the life out of me. "Maybe you should."

Dad and I stared at each other for a second before Susan pulled me underwater.

It was around four in the afternoon before I finally climbed back on to firm land. Thankfully, Dad was inside with Susan, who was having another bout of sickness. Her morning sickness was not confined to the mornings alone, and in the heat of the summer, I could only assume that it must have been pure torture.




The Third Wife



I picked up a towel and wrapped it around myself, the length being enough to cover my breasts and my pussy. I toyed with the idea of sneaking upstairs hurriedly, but Susan caught me just as I reached the stairs.

"Be ready by seven, Lena. We are having dinner outside tonight."

"Formal?"

"Very. It took three weeks to get a reservation, and that's why the two of you are not missing out on it just because I am a little under the weather."

"You are not coming?"

"Just a little sickness, that's all. Be sure to wear something formal - the club is a stickler for such things."

A date with Dad... I would have been ready in a flash under other circumstances, but with the incident at the pool evoking hitherto unimaginable thoughts in me, I wasn't sure a tete-a-tete with Dad would be such a good idea. And as usual, I claimed I didn't have a gown to wear.

"I've got one," Susan countered. Her stubbornness was starting to make her sound like a real parent. "It's new. You can have it."

"No, I probably couldn't..." I feigned politely.

"Nonsense! I'll bring it to you."

Resignedly, I climbed up the stairs, painfully aware that Dad could see my exposed pussy from his position below. I was also aware that Susan was aware of that fact. And most importantly, I was also aware of the fact that all these facts were making my pussy wet.

The electric-blue velvet gown, with its plunging neckline, absent back and a leg-length slit at the side, was an exquisite piece of fashion, and it showed off a lot of skin. Especially the wrong skin. It wasn't the sort of dress you could wear a bra with, and sure as hell wasn't one you could bend over in, in front of people. Thankfully, my breasts have quite some space between them, and that was the only reason why the neckline wasn't a lot more daring than it was meant to be.

In spite of our misgivings and reluctance at having left a sick Susan back home, we found ourselves having a very good time. Dinner was an excellent combination of soup, appetizers and a nice, roasted piece of steak, topped out with white wine and candle-lights. At the end of the dinner, the band announced one of Daddy's favorite songs, a slow, romantic piece by Beethoven (or Mozart, I really don't remember), and he offered his hand.

Surprised, I accepted his offer, and the way we waltzed around the dance floor was so magical that the rest of the couples stood back and gave us a standing ovation at the end of the piece. Someone suggested an encore, and we ended up in each other's arms for around five dances that night.

Then Murphy struck. On our way back, via a dirt road that promised to save time, one of the wheels got stuck in the mud. By the time the two of us managed to drag it out, our bodies - and even more, our clothes - looked like they had a ton of soil and clay on them.

It was a very drowsy Susan who opened the door; the analgesics were relieving the upset at the cost of her consciousness, but the intelligent woman did not make any fuss about our being late, or worse, our dirty clothes. One glance, and she realized what had happened; she was too sleepy to listen to the full-length explanations we started to state.

"Take off your clothes," she slurred, "And go take a shower or something. I will put them in the machine, and then come to bed." No amount of persuasion or logic could make her change her mind, and I was the first to give in to her demand. Dad hesitated a little when he saw me sliding the straps off my shoulders, but seeing no other alternative, he too stepped out of everything he had.

We escorted Susan to the basement door, two naked bodies escorting one carrying their clothes. Sue made her way down the stairs easily, and sure that she could manage the rest of the chore herself, we went back.

Dad had mud around his face and arms, and his feet were a mess. In my case, the mud had found its way to my cleavage, the sides of my breasts and, of course, my arms, face and feet. It wouldn't have taken more than two hands to wash ourselves up, but when Dad suggested that we take a bath together, 'to save water and time,' I eagerly accepted.

As I stepped into the intimate cubicle of the shower stall, it occurred to me that it was for the first time in fifteen years that we would be sharing the soap again. As if reading my thoughts, Dad quipped as he turned on the water, "Just like old times, huh darling?"

I nodded. Just like old times, sure, except for some minor changes. Like his hard, throbbing dick or my equally throbbing breasts, his hairy balls, my hairless cunt getting increasingly wetter... realizations of feelings I hadn't had back when I was six years old. And the way Dad was glancing at me appreciatively told me that it was just as unique an experience for him.

The water trickled down at first, then built up slowly into a gushing torrent of warm water, soaking my hair and making it cling to my body. Somehow, there was dirt even on my nape, and I felt it when I reached back to ruffle my tresses a bit. Not wanting it to congeal there itself, I started to run my hand through the hair, trying to remove as much dirt as possible.

"Let me help you with that," Daddy offered. Gratefully, for it was getting to be a bit too distracting to stare at his naked body and keep mine under control, I turned around, hoping that not seeing would help in not seeking. I wasn't sure how much more of the intimacy I could take before I threw caution to the wind and my arms around my father. And I wasn't any more sure that he would have the sense at that moment to push me away.

Turning around was a big mistake! Now, right in front of me was a full-length mirror, and I was able to see myself and my Dad, as he picked the soil off me. It was an erotic image, seeing my father craning his head towards my nape, and with my hair pushed over the shoulder, I could see that he had a clear, unhindered view of my bare back, all the way to the floor. 

Finally, Dad was finished at my back. By then, the playful fingers had rid my hair of the impurities, and at the same time, made me get rid of my inhibitions. I turned around and placed a quick peck on his lips.

"Thanks, Dad. Now if you wouldn't mind desilting this valley..." I gestured to my cleavage.

Dad gulped, but seeing the resolute expression on my face, he gave a smiling sigh. Reaching out, he took a breast in a hand and held it as if trying to guess its weight. "Wow!" he grinned at me. "These sure weren't that heavy the last time I washed them!"


I giggled at his joke, and Daddy joined in. In the midst of our laughter, Dad scraped away some of the mud at the sides of my breast. The scraping turned into a thumb-massage, and I damn near felt my knees give away as he rubbed against each breast with a sure-footed thumb. Had the stimulant been anybody else but my father, I would have been in bed with them by now...

In fact, if my Dad didn't have a wife who was sleeping in the same house, I would have probably dived under the covers with him...

...I would probably do it anyway...

To draw myself away from the edge Dad's attentions had brought me to, I started to let my hands roam over his body. Just as he had cleaned me, I cleaned him, washing his arms, his chest, his stomach, his armpits... the only place I hadn't dared to venture was below his torso, but I had a gut instinct that I would be going down soon. 

Dad picked up the soap - I was glad he had, for in spite of my efforts, I was on the brink, the very end, of an orgasm, and I wasn't sure how good that would have looked. Doubts lingered. Was Dad still thinking of me in a sexless manner?

Once again, as if reading my mind, Daddy gently brushed against my skin. The skin just above my pussy. I jerked, and Dad smiled patronizingly. I made no move to remove his hands from the vicinity, and taking it as a sign of compliance, Dad continued downward. I moaned quite loudly when he finally touched my vaginal entrance, and I remember that I was embarrassed when I felt the hole sticky wet to his touch.

Dad drew his hand away, and smiled at the inadvertent display of the disappointment that I felt. He reached for the soap, and in an effort to make up with me for having left me hanging, he started to lather my breasts liberally, but it was not just my breasts that he devoted his attention to. Having finished with the mounds, he soaped the rest of my upper body, like my neck, my stomach, my shoulders... even under my arms. I giggled when he touched me there, and he responded by tickling me even more.

Then, he ventured downwards.

I jerked again when I felt him cup my pussy, but this time, he moved around with confidence, as if I had signed over exclusive rights to my father alone. I didn't know if he did this regularly with Susan, or whether his expertise was due to returning memories; then suddenly, it didn't matter; he was bathing me as lovingly - perhaps even more - as he once had, and that was all I cared about.

Before long, my entire body was clothed in soap.

Daddy handed the white slab over. "Your turn."

I took it, and I am sure my enthusiasm showed. Dad gazed into my eyes lovingly as I started with his cheeks, gently rubbing the soap over them. We were lost in each other's eyes, and I can say with all honesty that I lathered him all over without any idea I was doing it. It was only when I had to bend down to reach his knees that the eye-contact was broken, and the reality set in. 

The water had already washed most of the soap away as soon as it had been applied, and Daddy remarked that he would have to soap me once again. The water chose that moment to run cold, and the magic was broken into. We stepped out of the shower, wet and undeniably horny.

We were surprised to see that Susan had still not made it to bed - and although relieved that she hadn't heard our ministrations in the bathroom, we were concerned that something had gone wrong. Wearing just a couple of loincloth-like towels, with our chests exposed, Daddy and I ran into the basement.

There, on the king-sized sofa that had been moved down from the living-room, we found her asleep. She looked so peaceful and contented that we decided to let her alone. There was no real danger to her or the baby down there, and it made no sense to wake her tired body up just so that she could lie in their own bedroom.

Dad and I left as quietly as we had entered.

"Well," Dad said as we came into the living-room again. "Looks like I will be sleeping alone tonight."

I looked at him, and our eyes met. His invited mine, and mine accepted. All that was left was the formality of words.

"If you are too scared to sleep alone," I said coyly, "Would you like some company of the female persuasion?"

Dad grinned back at me. "I would welcome it, Ma'am. This ole geezer likes young company nowadays."

Instead of replying, I dropped my towel. Dad's smile became wider. "And he really likes what he sees!"

"In that case," I countered, puckering my lips, "Why don't you compliment this lady the right way?"

Dad walked over to me, and at the last moment when it seemed as if my knees would fail me, he caught me around the waist and pulled my naked body towards his. For a couple of seconds, we just held each other like that, savoring the delicious feel of the other. Dad's towel dropped to the floor, and his erection slapped against my crotch.

our lips met and mashed, the wettest kiss I have ever experienced, and like two longtime lovers, our tongues found a rhythm of their own. Thrust for thrust, parry for parry... not a single nerve in my mouth was still in its unexcited state. Expertly, Dad traced the contours of my mouth with his tongue before we started to swap saliva back and forth, and from then on, I really have no objective recollection of what happened.

I remember being in the bedroom all of a sudden, still kissing as if our lives depended on it. Then I remember sharp jolts of pleasure as Dad moved downwards, towards my breasts and worshipped them. He flicked a tongue over one of the nipples, as if testing its arousal. The bud was hard as could be, and satisfied with what he saw, Dad endeavored to take the entire tit into his mouth.

All my chains snapped - I was a free woman, being made love to by a man whom I loved more than any other person. I moaned in wild abandon, and bucked under his body as he suckled hungrily on my breast. With his free hands, Dad started to play with me, and with the double whammy into me, I lost it. Spurt after hot spurt, I drenched Daddy's hands with my juices.

His playfulness with my second breast was even more torturous. Slowly, he ravished me, licking and sucking every visible inch of my mound, ending ultimately at the bud-topped areolas, where he nibbled me until I came again. He tugged at the nipple as I neared my finish, and when I requested him to stop and just mount me, he responded by rubbing some of my juices on my tit and sucking it clean.

That shut up my protests!

And then, as much to my delight as to my dismay, he moved downwards. I had never thought of myself as trigger-happy (if you get my drift!), and definitely not multi-orgasmic, but I tell you - Dad could probably make a dead body cum alive. This time, Dad drank my juices right from the spring of my womanhood.

When he climbed up on me again, I was relieved. I didn't know how much of this I could take - granted, I was learning new limits for my endurance - and I definitely didn't want to fall asleep when he came inside me. I wanted to topple with him, to explode with him. I wanted to feel his hot sperm, incidentally the fresher version of the same stuff that caused me years ago, seep into my belly and beyond.

And thankfully, I didn't.

Dad positioned himself at my entrance, with just the tip having gone inside, and then, with remarkable ease, he turned over so that I was now on top of him. Our lips met again as he started to slide into me, and our lip-movements synched that of the ebb and tide of his cock into my pussy, and as his tempo built up, so did our need for mutual release.

The kiss managed to muffle my cries, although I am sure that had Susan been somewhere nearby, she would have definitely barged in on us. Dad grunted; I squealed. Our hips slammed against each other as he shot off inside me a white fluid that was coming right off the oven from the two round kilns between his legs. I could sense the strain in my cunt as the walls wanked him off, emptying every single drop into their overflowing quarters. 

I collapsed on top of Dad, exhausted. As the juices of our coupling started to leak down between our legs, I whispered to him the most wonderful-sounding words. "I love you, Daddy."

He kissed my hair as I placed my head on his chest. "I love you too, punkin. I love you too."

"Wake up sleepy heads!"

I awoke in a leisurely manner, the displacement from my earlier surroundings confusing until I found my focus. Almost all at one, the entire dam hit me - the previous night, the dinner, the dance, dirty clothes, coming home... and then the shower, finding Susan already asleep, and finally, the way Dad and I finally bonded in his bedroom.

"Well, at last! Welcome back to reality, Lena." A hand gave me a cup of coffee, and as I reached for it, I absently witnessed our - Dad's and mine - nudity.

Then consciousness.

I almost jumped off the bed at the sight of Susan, standing there in an apron with a tray that held one more glass in it. She was smiling, and that added to my bewilderment. Dad and I had been caught doing things no father and daughter are allowed to do, and that too by his own wife. The cum had dried obscenely on the inside of my thighs, and in my rather immodest state of undress, it was quite readily visible.

And why the hell was she smiling?

"Had a good time, honey?"

I stared at her for a couple of tongue-tied seconds, half-expecting to see a posse of cops just behind her, waiting to book the two of us. I had never meant to betray her, but guilt reminded me that in my own way, I had. I shouldn't have moved in on her man, especially when that man was my father as well.

"Whatsamatter? You look like you've just seen a ghost!"

"You aren't angry." It was intended as a question.

Susan laughed heartily. "Now why would I be angry - what would that earn me? A divorce and a lawsuit? A witness ticket to your trial? No thanks, sister. I would rather preserve life as I enjoy it right now."

I couldn't believe my ears. I had expected a shotgun - I was getting a cup of bed-coffee. Life is strange.

"Besides, I should be the last person on earth that should judge you for incest."

I thought I had it covered. "You mean you and YOUR father -"

She interrupted with her clear laugh. "I wish - but I do admit that for a couple of years, I was carrying on with my elder brother. So I guess incest is not that taboo for me after all."

To say I was relieved would be an understatement; in one second, the world returned in all its brightness and beauty that I had panicked myself into believing that I had lost. I managed to smile wanly back at her.

"And when Prince Charming here wakes up," she said, gesturing towards the still-prone form of Dad, his hand still flung on top of my waist, "Get him to come down to breakfast."

As she moved away, Dad caught her hand - the old man hadn't been sleeping at all! "Why don't you join us?" dad invited his second wife.

"I don't think so. It's not that Lena isn't any hot, but a threesome won't be any fun because neither of us will have you to our heart's content. Now wrap your filthy arms around your daughter and leave me, so that I can make some breakfast for you two. All that frolicking can be pretty appetizing, isn't it?"

Without waiting for a reply from either of us, she breezed out of the room. I attacked Dad with a pillow. "You coward... you allowed me to face her alone... gosh, I was so scared..."

Dad caught the pillow in midair and threw it back at me. "I knew the two women in my life would come up with a way to share me between them," he said cockily.

"Oh yeah?" I retorted. "Share this." I fell on him, and we rolled over again. 

Breakfast went cold that morning...

Three months later, just a day before my birthday, I tested myself. The pills had run out about a month after our affair had begun, and Susan had seemed so indifferent when I asked her to get me to the local drugstore, that I decided to let nature take its own course. I tested positive.

And that night, in the living room, Dad slipped a diamond ring into my fingers. My stepmother, Susan, christened me, his 'third wife.'