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After

By: arbenitre



Have you held love in your hands?

When she comes released from the shackles and is given reign to reach for me. She is taken up in my arms and wrapped as she yet quivers. The delicate shivering I feel in each of her muscles as they melt into mine gives me wave upon wave of sensate delight. Her bowed head and fragile cheek placed at the base of my throat while she shakes as though at the very end of a sob. The little shimmying as the violence trails off and slips into beatific memory.

My arms encompass her trembling flesh as it melds with mine and I wonder that she has bone and sinew, so lithely does she slip into my encirclement and so fully does she fuse with my body. The ever so slight tremors give me such contentment that I would keep her here in my arms, limp and galvanized, spent and intense, until another dawn would come, but instead I will lay her gently to rest and we will sleep in dreamless, depthless satiety twined together.

Before then, I will hold love in my hands. It doesn't slip through fingers like water, nor dance at the edge of self like thought. Her tendered being flows into me like the fluid given to vessel and her opened ipseity washes through my nerves like idea given voice.

Her hair smells of henna and frail perspirance and my face buries into it without conscious urging. It overpowers me. Her shoulders shudder with the sigh of fulfillment and my lips find her scalp and caress their way to the back of her neck. They nibble a frisson from her and a soft "oohh!" slips out.

Her hand reaches up to move her hair fromout my way and I capture it gently. The wrist carries marks that my lips soothe. Red bracelet lines of tight bindings. They are heated to the sensitive touch of my tongue and I can't help but lick the chafing ever so slightly. The merest flicker of the tip against abraded skin even as a kiss is pushed against the entire circlet, arc by arc. Reminder of the restraints so recently removed and the way she had so uncontrollably pitched and lurched, jerked and squirmed. And screamed.

I let the arm go and it floats there, suspended in liquefied inertia before gradually releasing. My fingers braid with hers on the other hand and I bring that wrist to my mouth to salve the burning. The skin here is even more denuded as her right hand struggled on after the left surrendered in fatigue. Her upper arms shake with the movement and the spasms I feel through her body send molten want splashing over my senses.

I kiss her fingers before releasing them this time and her hand stays. Finally settling on my shoulder as my chin drops to her graceful neck and ever so slightly nudges bits of flesh. Her head falls back with a wracking silent moan and my mouth moves over the sweetly scented integument. The cords that would normally hold her head high are relaxed and sublimated. The muscles that stretched for me so often over the past hours now are pools of post fulminate tissue.

She hasn't the strength for more but hasn't the will to desist and if I demanded it of her, she would take me inside anew. I don't insist on this. It's much, much more that I take from her now. My kisses and licks and nibbles move over her collar - the bone (I don't collar my slave, my pet, there is no need) - and they move to the hollows beneath and at the base of her throat.

She ever so weakly writhes as I touch my mouth to the top of her breast and the feebleness makes me tender and yet strikes me as aphrodisiac as well. Her stirring is mimicked in my groin and my tongue feathers the traces left upon her by the quirt. The thin lines roughened by the leather that crisscrossed the plump and frail, delicious skin of her breast and my hunger drives me to flutter my tongue over every morsel of exquisite fullness. Breathless tickles of the delicate tracks and between, over the delicious moulds.

The tendrils had flickered across her heaving chest as I drove into her from behind. The mounds of her buttocks grabbed and raised while my relentless pole rammed and piled into her narrow tunnel wetness, and the strips of hide flicked at the wavering globes. Each snick leaving the thinnest rail behind as it raised for another. Just as the screams changed tempo and the shuddering reached crescendo, I let her hips fall. Pulled out of her grasping hole, gave one more lash on swaying breast, moved around and took her head in my hands to bring her mouth up and onto my throbbing member.

Twice more she felt the pounding and the flogging and the internal stirring and the shaking and twice more left to cry out and work to beg around the sides of the rock hard cock stuffing itself between her teeth and on into her throat. Twice more, then a break. A restful massage and whispered lovings. Then again and back to the merciless pounding of my rock hard cock and slashing welts of the leather straps. The memory of it drives me to suck the tender flesh into my mouth with vigor and need, but I hold to the sweet breezes caused by my barely lapping tongue.

Both breasts bathed with the gentlest of caresses, my lips move their way back to her neck and her langorous moans could easily stir my passions were I not so completely sated and so fully mesmerized by her indisposition. She is so well spent. Having given everything to me in her thralls. When my hands work their way through the puddled muscles and over the pooled tendons, she sinks further into me as though it were possible. As though she were not already so consummately mingled with my body that I know of nothing but the two of us together.

Her head droops onto my chest again as my mouth creeps up her neck and over her jawline and toward her lips. That beautiful opening that so willingly accepted my aching rod again and again. Where my hands pressed into the back of her head and my pulsating hardness pushed its way over the soft, firm surrounds. Where her mouth closed around my cock and it was so drenched with her juices that they were squeezed off and around and sent to dribble in a streaming down the cleft of her chin, thence to drip and splatter on the bed we share and as the hardness forced itself in and out of her throat, this intemperate battering tool of mine, the belt from my pants rose and fell over her round delicious bottom. Lifted and slapped, pumped and pushed, the rhythm sending me into near spasms of bliss before I could halt, gasping and panting. I know, sitting with her melded against me now, that should my fingers stretch out over her gorgeous globes of ass that there would be hot wheals between the cool firmness of tautened skin.

I kiss her mouth, nibbling at first the top, then the bottom, then both lips together. The briefest hint of tongue and hard muscle, then back to the soft chastising. She moans freely now, though it seems wan and listless. My hands roam and knead. Her shoulders, back, upper arms and sides. My fingers rove down her forearms and squint between her digits.

My kisses slip up onto her nose and over her cheeks. One, then the other. Her eyebrows, and the eggshell thin eyelids that close with repletion. Her forehead is chastened as I remember nudging her clit with my tongue and backing away until she screamed and pleaded. Over and over. Once, taking time to tell her a story of want and need before moving back to lap at her sweet nectar. She begged and sobbed for deliverance and when I placed my cock into her mouth, turned on the vibrator already stuffed deep inside her and tapped her clit with my belt, there was even a prismatic teardrop trickling from the corner of her deep brown pools of sensuousness. A rainbow filled dew that trickled over my spine and filled my balls to bursting with ache and anguish.

The chafing marks on her wrists will be mirrored on her ankles where she thrashed and undulated. And when she came, she screamed as I'd never heard from her before. An out of control vocalization that struck the root of my pole and made it leap with anticipation.

Driving into her wetness that time brought such preternatural delight that I shiver still with the vision. So wet that there was splattering against my thighs, so tight that slamming it all the way into her took such force and concentration that it seemed hours before I could explode. Hours with her wildly contorting, convulsing with orgasm after orgasm, one on another and my own coming on top of her screams and mad utterings such that I couldn't tell the difference between our selves.

Her orgasms were mine and the furious pumping had such reaction within her that it was surely her own ejaculate sending her into those spasms. As certain as it was mine alone, it was ours together.

By the time my mouth finds her ear, her body quakes and her throat constricts while merest whispered moans suspire and I think she would rise and welcome me inside her if I but gave indication of my want. Try, at least, to bring her self and her body to take me once more if I so needed. I do not. I need just this. Us. Together.

"You did so good," I whisper. "My, what a good little sub you are. My good little sub." I feel her last bit of self slip away and she is insensate in my arms.

Love in my hands. Not the liquid or the sensation, but the actual truth. The stark naked flayed openness of her. After. And with the help of my hands, she flows onto the bed and lies where I lie and some time tomorrow or the next day we will wake. 

After



 [This story is fiction. There are some aspects that are nearly impossible. Only 90 Porsche 550's were ever built, so it is hard to believe one of them ended up in Grandfather's garage. Lit doesn't have a D/s story group or this story would more accurately belong there than in the broader BDSM. That said, please do not judge me too harshly if I put it here and you think it belongs somewhere else. After all, the category called Loving Wives seldom has "loving wives" in it. It is my sincere hope you enjoy this tale. You are encouraged to vote and comment.] 



The note came in Thursday's mail. From the fine heavy-weight linen envelope I knew it was from my Grandfather before I opened it. The envelope was stiff, bright white and six inches by six inches. It was typical of how he presented himself. All my life he had been there, stiff and unbending. Strong willed and focused on doing the right thing. After my parents died he raised me and I always remember how formal and stiff he seemed to me. He wore a three-piece suit every day with polished shoes and he was always clean shaven.

I was turning twenty-five the next week. Also, on the same day, I was being awarded my Ph.D. I had four firm job offers, each with a nice signing bonus and attractive incentives. 

The note was brief. "I cannot be at your graduation. Please come to the house on Saturday. Do not accept any of the job offers until after we meet. I am very proud of you." It was signed with his signature "W".

I believed he wanted to explore my options with me and while I didn't believe he would tell me which offer to take, I would leave his home knowing which way he thought I should go. I called his number and spoke to his machine.

"Got your invitation. Thank you. I can be at your house anytime on Saturday. If you want me there some other time than six in the evening, please call and let me know what time works best for you." I left my number as a courtesy and thanked him again. 

My week was filled with school, friends, meetings in the various organizations I volunteered with and with Sharon. We hadn't solved the problem of Sharon. The problem was that she had a full semester left and I was done. We had shared living quarters for two and a half years, first as roommates, then as friends and for the last year and a half as lovers. In my mind she was "The One."

Exactly a year before my graduation we had our one and only conversation about "After." Meaning after graduation, after we left the university. I had brought it up and she ended it.

"After is too far away for me to talk about. Ask me about what's after Organic Chemistry. Ask me if I want to go for dinner at the beach after school on Friday. Don't ask me if I want to be living with you in five years." She stood up and left the room. The subject had not come up again.

That's not totally true. It had not come up between us. My friends and colleagues had touched the subject more than once.

"It's obvious you two love each other. What are you going to do after graduation?"

"When are you going to marry her?"

"Where are you two moving after graduation?"

My answers were always vague or pointedly "it's-none-of-your-business". Truth be told, I didn't have an answer for them or me. The closer it got to "After" the less I knew what I wanted and I had no clue what Sharon was thinking. Even career wise, uncertainty had arrived.

Scorpio Enterprises had made me an offer six months out. A signing bonus of $25K. A base salary of $200K a year. My own lab and a nice percentage of whatever they profited from my research.

NGN out of Taiwan had offered much the same money and a house overlooking the East China Sea. I would be based in Taiwan. I had been flown to their facility and was impressed. Their offer was attractive.

ADM made an offer one week before graduation. My lab would be in Omaha, brand new and I would be the lead researcher in my area. They offered $30K signing, $210K base and the same percentage as Scorpio.

My mind turned each offer over ten times a day, looking for the deciding factor. Sharon didn't help. She was getting her MBA and I'd heard her say a hundred times, "I can work wherever there are businesses. If they put businesses on the moon I could work there."

A phone call from my contact at NGN brought things into sharper focus. He wanted to talk about housing. "We are ready to start construction on a house within two weeks. Can I send you the three sets of plans and drawings? You can have any of the three designs."

He told me about the houses. They were green technology homes and each offered me the choice of two bedroom, three bedroom or four bedroom layouts. He could send me pictures of the site where the house would be built. I agreed that he should send me the packet.

Our conversation was at one in the afternoon. A few minutes after four a man knocked at our apartment door. He handed me the package and I had the pictures and plans for the houses to be built on Taiwan.

I cleared the table and opened the package. As I looked I saw things I hadn't thought of before and by the time I had taken my first look at the pages I knew I needed to have the conversation about "After" with Sharon. If she was going with me anywhere we needed to make decisions together.

We shared a two-bedroom apartment. When we moved in she had her space and I had mine. When our relationship changed from friends to lovers the only real logistical change was that Sharon slept in my bedroom. All her stuff stayed in her bedroom and her bathroom. Not all. Her shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and a disposable razor stayed in my bathroom. Everything else was in her area.

I shared everything with her. Starting with my bed, but extending to the free access to everything in my bedroom, bathroom and truck. Her area was her area. I never went in her bedroom unless she took me in there. If I needed a pen and couldn't find one in my office or the common areas I did not look for a pen in her area.

That is until I was looking over the house plans. I knew Sharon had a hand-held magnifying glass. I needed a closer look at a section of the plans for the three-bedroom house. I got up, walked to the door to her bedroom and hesitated. In two years I had never opened that door without being invited to. I opened it and went inside.

To say Sharon was neat would be an understatement. He room looked like the photographer from House Beautiful was expected any minute. Nothing was out of place. I went to her desk and opened a drawer. I was stunned.

The drawer was empty! Clean and empty. I opened the middle drawer. It was empty! I opened every drawer and it was as if the desk had never been used. It didn't make sense. Sharon was a student! Students need and use all kinds of stuff stored in desks.

I looked around. Over against the wall with the door to her closet was a chest-of-drawers. I went to it and opened the top drawer. On the left were three pair of panties. In the middle three pair of socks and to the right three bras. All neatly folded. I closed the drawer and opened the second.

It was empty! So were all the other drawers. I opened the closet. I was completely stunned! Sharon loved clothes and shoes and her closet held a pair of jeans, two blouses and a dress. On the floor I saw two pair of shoes and a pair of high heel sandals.

Sharon had been leaving me for some time! She had left just enough stuff to get us to my graduation. I closed everything up, restoring the illusion that she lived there and left the room. I quietly shut the door behind me.

Rather than going back to the plans on the table I sat on our couch and thought. Who was this woman I had lived with and loved for two years? Why wouldn't she talk to me about this? What was she thinking when we were "making love" last night? Was she thinking about missing me or about someone new? Was she planning to disappear or actually say good-bye?

In the midst of those thoughts the front door opened and Sharon walked in. As usual she rolled a large briefcase behind her. I wondered if it contained books or was it empty waiting for the one final load of her stuff?

She rolled the briefcase over to her door and then came to me on the couch. She plopped into my lap and kissed me "Hello." Five seconds into the kiss she backed away and asked, "What's wrong?"

"We need to have a serious conversation." I said.

She got out of my lap and said, "Can I pee and get a soda first?" I nodded. She went into her bathroom and when she came out went to the kitchen. She came back with a diet Coke for each of us. She sat near me instead of on me.

I said, "NGN sent me house plans. They want to build me a house if I accept their offer. There are plans for a two, a three and a four bedroom house. Until we have a conversation about "After" I cannot answer them or Scorpio or ADM. So, let's talk about after."

"After Saturday you'll have graduated and you'll be gone. End of conversation." She took a drink.

"I don't want to talk so much about after Saturday as I want to talk about after you graduate."

"I don't graduate until June. You'll be long gone and settled into a new life without me by then."

"Is that what you want?"

"What I want isn't in this conversation. What's so is that you're leaving. Your leaving school. You're leaving this apartment and you're leaving me."

"If that's what you want to believe, it can be seen that way. It could be that I am leaving school and this apartment to go ahead and get things ready for you to join me after you graduate."

"You have never invited me."

"A year ago I started a conversation with you about "After". I can quote your response word for word: "After is too far away for me to talk about. Ask me about what's after Organic Chemistry. Ask me if I want to go for dinner at the beach after school on Friday. Don't ask me if I want to be living with you in five years." 

"I said that?"

"Word for word, then you stood up and went into your bedroom. Maybe I was wrong to wait for you to say you were ready to talk about "After", but that's what I did. "Don't ask me..." is pretty clear. Now time is short. I'm asking."

I watched a tear slide down her cheek. Her lip quivered.

"I'd forgotten about that conversation." She said. "And when you didn't ask me about going with you I made it mean you didn't want me to go. You didn't ask if I wanted to live in Taiwan, Omaha or anywhere else. I've fucked up!"

"How?"

"I've moved out. I have a new roommate, a new apartment." Her eyes flashed.

"So? If that's what you want to do for six months, Ok. I thought about you getting a roommate and staying here, but somewhere else is Ok, too."

"My new roommate is a guy." She was no longer looking at me. She was looking at the floor.

"A guy. A roommate kind of guy or a we've already been fucking kind of guy?" I was amazed, my voice stayed level and calm as I spoke.

"The second kind."

"You decided I wasn't worth a conversation? Rather than get clarity about us, you assumed you knew what was in my head and heart and put an ad in the school paper for a new dick?"

"It wasn't like that! You started getting job offers and went to Taiwan to scope things out. You never once asked me if I wanted to go."

"After is too far away for me to talk about. Don't ask me if I want to be living with you in five years. What was I supposed to do?"

She broke down and cried. I went into my bedroom and closed the door. It seemed to me I had opened the door to talking about us, the future, our future.

I heard her go into her room and a few minutes later I heard her come out of her bedroom. I realized she had packed the rest of her things and in moments she would be gone. I opened the door and said, "That's how you planned to say good-bye, by walking out the door? No chance for me to talk you into wanting to live with me five years from now? No Good-bye hug?"

She let go of the handle to the briefcase and turned to face me. Her mascara had been cried into streaks on her cheeks. "You don't hate me?"

"Should I?"

"I fucked someone else."

"I heard. I don't like it, but I can't change the past. Tell me what you want, starting right now."

""I want to be with you. I've always wanted to be with you. I don't care if it's in a grass hut in Taiwan or Omaha! But, I'm scared!"

"Of what?"

"You! I love how you treat me and how you talk to me, but I don't always understand what you're talking about. I'm afraid you'll get tired of me because I'm not as smart as you and you'll find someone smarter to love."

"Nothing I can say will get that fear to go away, if you want to keep it. I'm willing to marry you to give you a public statement of my commitment to you. I know most marriages don't last, but if I say I'll love you for the next five years I will."

"And after that?"

"I'll marry you again."

"I cheated."

"Will you do it again?"

"No."

"Did he use a rubber?"

"Yes!"

"Will you move back in here and only have a female roommate until you graduate? An ugly female roommate?"

"Yes!" She ran to me and we hugged long enough to decide to go into my bedroom. Once there I stripped her and myself. In our entanglement on the bed I found a hickey I hadn't given her. It was beside her right breast on her ribs.

I had never bruised her like that, or any other way that I was aware of. My finger pressed on it and I asked, "He was rough with you?"

"An animal!"

"And you liked it rough?"

"You make love to me. You're tender and considerate. He took it from me. It wasn't rape but it wasn't making love either. It's all about his pleasure. I have to admit, there's something primal and exciting about it."

"I could ask him for lessons. Sometimes I could be tender and sometimes the cave man."

"Ask someone else. He's not the kind of guy who will do well when he finds out I've come back to you.

"Are you in danger?"

"I don't think so."

"Which me would you like right now?"

"I want to be taken. I want to surrender to my man and give him whatever he wants!" In the middle of telling me she hesitated, turned red and almost didn't finish. But, she did tell me.

"Then suck me!" She turned and took my cock in her mouth. She had always been a good cocksucker, but things had changed. There was something different about her attitude. With her beside me sucking on my cock I had good access to her hips and pussy. I moved us around until we were in a side by side sixty-nine.

It wasn't long before I realized it was a contest. She wanted to get me off before she came. I got into the game. I wanted her to lose it before I filled her mouth with cream. My arms wrapped around her hips and held her tightly as I ate her. My tongue touched all her tender tissues and flicked across her clit often. In turn she was deep throating me, humming something patriotic as she did and using her fingers to play with my nuts.

We were both getting close. I wet my fingers with her pussy juices and touched her anus. She moaned and pushed her ass against my fingers. I sucked her clit and it was enough. Her body shook and she came! My fingers shoved deep into her ass and she came harder still. As she calmed she renewed her efforts on my dick in her mouth.

I moved us again and she was on her back, her head over the edge and tilted so my cock was in reality fucking her throat. She put her hands on my hips and seemed to want to control my thrusts. I remembered what she said about liking the cave man, being taken.

My hands put her hands back on the bed. "If you move your hands I'm going to punish you." She grasped the blankets and didn't let go. My hands held her tits and my cock slid in and out of her mouth.

Even when she gagged I kept going. When I felt my cum rise and start to go I said, "Swallow every bit of it, Baby!"

She did. She cleaned me with her mouth and didn't move her hands until I told her to. In the afterglow we lay face to face and I asked her, "Was that cave man enough?"

"I loved it! I don't know why, but I... it seems so right."

"No matter what, you're staying here. I'll pay my half the rent even after you get a roommate. I will come and visit during your last semester. When I come to visit you will surrender to me. Understand?"

"Oh! You kind of like being the boss!"

"I am the boss!"

"May I make dinner for my master?" She asked with her tongue in cheek.

"You joke, but I think I like this. Yes, you may make dinner for us." As she reached for her clothes I said, "Make dinner in your skin. No clothes tonight."

She smiled and bowed to me then pranced out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.

After a good dinner we went to the table and looked over the plans. It was very late when we went back to bed. As we went to sleep I said, "When I wake up in the morning I'll have a hard-on. I want you to suck me off as soon as you wake up."

"Oh, yes, master. It will be my pleasure." I have no idea how long it took for her to fall asleep. I was asleep in seconds.

As I woke up I realized Sharon was sucking me. She was between my legs and holding my nuts in her hands and my cock in her mouth. My eyes opened and she smiled at me, without taking my cock out of her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down. Her saliva coated my shaft and her mouth made slippery, wet noises as she sucked me. It wasn't long before I felt the rising of the tide.

"Your choice. I can cum in your pussy or your mouth. Either way it will be soon."

She moved so fast I only saw a blur. When she stopped moving she had just thrown a leg astride my hips imbedding my cock up inside her. She paused for just a second then rode me like I was a prize bull in a rodeo. When I shot my load up inside her she said, "Thank you. I love your gift to my cunt."

I'd never heard her use that word before.

By midmorning we were up, dressed, fed and I had rented a truck. We went to her new apartment and brought back all her things. We were lucky. He wasn't there. I saw his stuff and his lifestyle. He was a jock. When I asked, Sharon told me he was a soccer player at the University on scholarship. They had met while she was tutoring some other players.

We left him a note. She had already paid her first month's rent with him so he had the entire month of January to find a new roommate.

After we returned the bigger truck I got cleaned up and drove to my Grandfather's house. He had met Sharon on four or five different occasions but had not invited her specifically to this meeting. That let me know that she wasn't invited. She said she understood it was a private guy-thing between the man who raised me and me.

Sharon said it was probably a meeting about which job he should take and since she didn't care which one we took she was fine not being part of the conversation.

On the drive to his house I realized she had used the word we. "I don't care which offer we take."

At six I rang his doorbell. The door opened and I was ushered inside by Grandfather's man, Foster. Grandfather was already seated at the dinner table. He stood and we hugged, then we both sat and dinner was served. Grandfather was dressed for fine dining, even though it was in his own home and it was just the two of us. I wore my best suit.

As we ate the salad he said, "You think I'm going to influence you about which job offer to take, don't you?"

"It crossed my mind, yes."

"I'm not. I want to give you two gifts. Both gifts come with ropes attached."

"Ropes?"

"Lots of people give gifts with strings attached. These are ropes. I want you to know all about the ropes so you can decide to accept the gifts or not."

"Ok. Tell me about the ropes."

"I am eighty-nine years old. I have inoperable cancer and the doctors give me less than a year. I believe them. That means I am forced to deal with all that I have accumulated in eighty-nine years. I want to give all of it to you." He paused. I wasn't sure if it was for dramatic effect or to catch his breath. "You won't need to accept any of the job offers. You can build your own research lab and work for yourself. I own three holding companies that can handle folding your research company within their existing structures. There is plenty of money."




After



"Thank you, Grandfather but... the ropes?"

"Do you know the terms dominant and submissive?"

"Yes. I'm familiar with the terms, from reading, not from practice."

He called out, "Violet!" Ten seconds later a woman stood beside him. She wore a black leotard and lavender tights, no shoes and her hair was in a ponytail. She was slender, fit and beautiful. Grandfather was eighty-nine. She looked to be somewhere between thirty and forty.

"Violet is a rope." He said. "She gave herself to me nearly ten years ago. Her life has been here, with me. She has an MBA, much like Sharon, and has only ever worked for me. Before we met I had a modest fortune. After our ten years together, we've made it into an obscene one. She sees herself as my possession. We have talked a lot about what she's to do, "After." Bottom line is she wants to become yours when I'm gone."

"You can't give me a person. Isn't that against the law?"

Violet looked at me and smiled. Grandfather said, "I cannot give her to you. She gave herself to me. I accepted the gift. I'm telling you she wants to give herself to you."

"So, let me be clear about this. If I accept this gift, she stays here after... She lives here now and that will continue. She takes care of you and will take care of me. She helps with your businesses and she'll help me with the same businesses."

She nodded. Grandfather said, "Yes, and more. She will expect you to take care of her every need. Not all of her wants, but all of her needs. I can tell you about them, but she cannot. Talking about such things is very difficult for her."

"I'm sensing one of those needs is sexual."

"No. More than one. Violet needs to be controlled sexually. She was raised so repressively that she cannot even ask for a kiss when she wants or needs one. She needs to be told to do what you will come to sense as something she needs. I had her write down the rules she lives by and their consequences. Part of the rope is that you agree to follow the rules until such time that you work out new and better ones."

"You want her to live with me, wherever I am and for her to take care of me and me to take care of her?"

"Yes. It may take some convincing for Sharon to accept Violet however, having Violet around is a benefit to Sharon as well."

"How?"

"Sharon likes to cook. So does Violet. Sharon never needs to cook again, but may anytime she wishes. That frees Sharon to do other things. Violet takes care of this big house. Sharon hates to vacuum. She never needs vacuum again. On the days or nights that Sharon doesn't want to have sex with you, Violet will happily be a willing sex partner for either of you." Violet nodded and smiled shyly.

"Whoa! Violet is a willing sex partner for both of us?"

"Yes! Violet is bi, a special kind of bi. She can have an orgasm while she's eating another woman or blowing me. She loves being told to suck someone's breasts. She cannot and will not take the initiative in sex. Tell her to do what you want and she will, and she'll love it!"

He looked at my face and read my thoughts. He scooted his chair back and stood up. "Violet, my cock has been cooped up too long in my pants. Take it out for me and suck it, please."

She dropped to her knees in front of him and with practiced fingers stripped off his pants and boxers. When his cock came into view it quickly disappeared into her mouth. She sucked and held his hips with her hands. After a couple minutes he said, "Violet, you're too dressed. Take everything off so Nick can see your skin."

She stood and the leotard and tights came off quickly. She stood before me and looked at the floor. She was beautiful. Grandfather pulled his clothes back together and sat down. He said, "She's yours. Ask her."

I asked, "Grandfather says you want to be mine. Will you obey me as you do him?"

"In every way. Yes."

"If I ask you to suck me?"

"May I? Now?" I saw her lean towards me. If I said yes she would drop to her knees.

I shook my head and said, "Not yet. When I've read about Domination I've read that some dominant men punish their subs with pain. I've also read some subs like pain. Do you like pain, Violet?"

Her eyes widened but she didn't speak.

Grandfather spoke up, "You cannot ask such a question of her. She wants to tell you the truth, but she cannot. The truth is she craves pain, needs pain, sometimes. Even when she craves it and needs it, she doesn't want it. She will depend on you to sense what she needs and give it to her. She stands before you naked. If you ask her what she wants to do she cannot answer. She has a need. She needs to be touched, probed, to be owned and controlled."

"You're sure?"

"Stick you fingers in her pussy. She dripping wet and when you touch her clit she will cum for you."

I said, "Come closer, Violet." She did and I reached out and slid two fingers into her slit. Grandfather was right, she was sopping wet. I looked up at her face and she was blushing.

"Cum for me Violet." My fingers touched her clit and she came. Her body shook and her juices flowed down her legs. She said, "Thank you. Oh, Thank you."

I pulled my fingers out of her and tasted her juices. She watched and shuddered again.

"Did you cum again from watching me taste your juices?"

She nodded and said, "Yes. It was your first taste of me."

"When I go home tonight will you go with me?"

Grandfather answered, "She stays with me until I am gone. You and Sharon are invited over any day or night and Violet will be here. The other rope is that if Violet ever decides she wants out she gets one million dollars. Right now the million is in a separate account with her name and mine on it. Before I go we need to get it changed, otherwise the government will tax a chunk of it. Oops! There is another rope."

"What is it?"

"If you go home and tell Sharon all about the gift and she agrees to stay with you anyway she must sign an agreement we have already prepared. It's like a prenuptial without needing the marriage to be binding. Violet will sign one before I go. It specifies she cannot get a divorce and benefit financially for fifty years and that after fifty years she can have one million dollars. It also specifies that she cannot live anywhere you don't pick for her to live. If Sharon leaves you, she gets nothing. If you leave her she gets a severance package worth five thousand a month for every month she lived with you after the agreement is signed."

"A million? Grandfather, how much money is your estate worth?"

"Violet?" He asked.

"Three point four billion, give or take half a million."

Grandfather smiled and asked, "Want the gift?"

"Hell yes!"

"What if you go home and tell Sharon all about the gift and she wants nothing to do with it? She may decide she won't share you. It's either just her or forget it.""

"Then she's nuts!"

"What will you do?"

"I'll invite her here to meet you both and spend time with you. Maybe we can convince her."

"You have very little time. If I go before the agreements are signed and you marry her without the prenup you will forfeit all the money. It may not look like it, son, but I am protecting you, protecting the woman I have loved for ten years and protecting Sharon too."

"I can see that. With the agreements in place the temptation to scam me out of a lot of money would exist." I paused, thoughts racing through my brain. "Violet did use the word billions didn't she?"

Both Grandfather and Violet nodded. I stood and said, "I think it's time for me to go home. Violet, you are beautiful, the most beautiful rope I've ever seen. One way or another we will spend many years together. Grandfather, I am amazed and grateful. Thank you." I took her in my arms and felt her surrender to me. Anything I wanted to do to her or with her was welcomed. We kissed and she shuddered again.

I drove back to our apartment thinking about what I could say to Sharon. I got home before I had a plan. When I opened the door and stepped inside I still didn't have a plan.

Sharon gave me the plan. I opened the door and Sharon was sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room. She was naked, sitting with her legs crossed and her head bowed.

"Sharon, what are you doing?" I asked as I closed the door.

She did not look up but said, "I spent the day reading about dominance and submission. I am a submissive. The more I read the more I knew it's what I've craved all my life. I love you and want you to be my Dom."

"Why are you sitting naked on the floor?"

"Naked because I should always be available to you. On the floor because a sub isn't ever equal to or above her Master." It was obvious she was parroting back things she had read.

"When you read all this stuff, was there room to customize the relationships? Could it be that you sit on the floor when I say so and the rest of the time it's Ok to sit on a chair or the couch?"

"It's whatever you decide. I was doing it to see if you wanted it this way."

"So, if I decide we're going to Taiwan?"

"I will learn Chinese and we will go."

"We are not moving for six months. You will graduate first. Tomorrow I want you to go shopping... No, we will go shopping. Then we are having dinner with my Grandfather. Did you have dinner tonight?"

"Yes. I had a salad with pieces of chicken."

"Good. Show me what you found on the internet about domination and submission, please."

We sat at the computer for three hours, reading and discussing. At one point we read about how some Doms have more than one sub. We discussed it and she saw how it could be beneficial to have a sister sub. We talked about punishment and pain and decided that we didn't know what those two things looked or felt like. She didn't think she'd like any pain, but couldn't say never because we had never tried it. She acknowledged that the pain of getting the hickey had been an enhancement to the sex. A few minutes later she said, "Even if I didn't like the pain, if you want it... if you need to hurt me, I will accept it." I was stunned.

She undressed me and we showered together. When I asked her to suck me in the shower she didn't hesitate. I diverted the stream of water out of her face and she seemed to enjoy sucking me. When I shut off the water and started soaping her entire body she stood passively and allowed me access to everything. When I told her to bend at the waist and spread her ass she did it and I used a soapy washcloth to really clean her ass for the first time since we had met.

I turned the water back on and rinsed her completely, paying special attention to her ass. When we were both clean I shut the water off again and we got out. As we dried off she asked, "Did you do that to my ass because you plan to fuck me there?"

"The thought has crossed my mind."

" I am both excited and afraid. I read that if you use a lot of lube it won't hurt too much." The way she said it was like it was all one word: quickly as if there were no spaces between the words. She said nothing about her wants, she had mentally surrendered to my wants. Whenever I had touched her inside the crack of her ass before she had jumped away. Sharon had changed. That was before, this was "After."

I said, "Tonight I want your pussy and maybe I'll play with your ass. I think if we gradually approach doing you back there it can be something we both enjoy. It's a wonderful gift a woman can give her man, trusting him enough to be fucked back there."

"Thank you."

We went into the bedroom and Sharon stood quietly until I told her what I wanted her to do. I wanted her standing beside the bed with her hands on the bed and her butt presented to me. I told her to hold very still and to follow my requests.

Kneeling on the floor behind her I slipped my hands up her legs and helped her spread herself for me. "Look," I said. She bent her head and looked between her own legs and watched as I fingered her pussy and ass. I knew she would not say stop or move away from me, no matter how long I played with her. She had decided she was not only a submissive, but more importantly mine.

I felt and saw her lips swell. I told her how seeing and feeling her swell in lust turned me on. She moaned softly and kept watching. Using my index finger I gathered her juices from between her lips and tasted them, sucking on my finger.

"I don't think I have ever told you, but I love looking at your pussy. It is beautiful. All of you is beautiful and there is something really special about your pussy." As I spoke my fingers stroked along her slit, on the outside edges and then deeper inside her wetness. My face was less than a foot from her pussy the whole time.

"Spread your legs a little wider for me, please." And, she did. My finger slipped into her vagina and I pushed into her as deep as my finger would go. She arched her back and lifted her head as she moaned and then said, "Thank you." It came out as a whisper, straining for control.

My finger moved slowly out until it barely touched her lips, then pressed back inside her. I told her how much I liked the smell of her, the look of her and the feel of the inside of her.

She began to quiver, slightly. I noticed her hanging breasts shaking as they aimed at the floor. When I started to push my right index finger back inside her I reached for her breast with my left hand.

"Watch my hand as I hold your breast. Feel how my hand feels on your skin. I cupped her breast and lifted her breast a little. Her breast filled my hand with just a little extra. She watched and I saw her lick her lips.

My finger reached the outer skin of her lips and I put my second finger alongside my index finger. My left hand squeezed her breast as the two fingers pushed inside her.

She moaned and the moan had changed. The sound was different. It hit me, the first moans had been pleasure. This moan was frustration. She couldn't ask me to hurry, or change what I was doing, but I was torturing her by going slowly. She wanted more, faster, deeper, a cock, something she wasn't getting.

I let go of her breast and pulled both fingers out of her pussy. Her eyes widened and she looked at me, wanting to speak, but unable, unwilling, to assert her need.

"On your back with your legs spread wide, please."

She moved like lightning. She positioned herself as I asked, adding that her butt was at the edge of the bed and her legs spread as wide as was physically possible. I moved in close and touched my hard-on to her lips right at the open entrance to her vagina.

"You're very wet for me. Wet and slippery. May I fuck you?"

"I am yours! Please, fuck me!"

Normally I'd have been gentle and slowly penetrated her that first time, giving her vagina time to get used to me, stretch to accommodate me. That was not her dominant. I thrust into her completely in one quick push, followed by me pistoning in and out of her as fast and hard as I was able. She yelped and her eyes flew open wider than ever, but she did not complain. Her outstretched hands gathered the bedspread and held on tight.

I concentrated on watching her breasts as they moved in time to my thrusts. She grunted and groaned with my thrusts and I knew one or both of us would wake up in the morning with bruises.

"Use you fingers on your clit! Cum for me! Cum with me inside your cunt!" I had never talked to her like that, ever. Her right hand released the bedspread and started frantic stroking her clit. In seconds she was shaking, quivering and her back arched hard as she screamed in release. I kept pumping and unloaded deep within her.

I stepped back a step and looked at Sharon. I had lived with her for over two years and had never seen her like she was at that moment. She was covered in sweat, her skin mottled and hair wet and matted down. Her legs were still wide open and my cum was sliding out of her down towards her ass.

An impulse hit me. I dropped to my knees and said, "Grab your legs and hold them to your chest!"

She grabbed and pulled her legs towards her chest. My face buried itself in her cunt, tasting, eating, savoring the combined bodily fluids we had made together.

Her head lifted and she stared at me. "You're eating me!" Then her head dropped back on the bed and her body began to shake again. In seconds she had another orgasm, a shaking, screaming, thrashing all over the bed orgasm. I rested my head against her pussy and waited for both of us to calm down a little.

We were a mess. Sweaty, covered in cum, lubricant juices and tired. I gave us a couple minutes then I said, "We should shower."

I turned and Sharon followed me into the bathroom. We didn't talk. We showered , dried and stumbled back to bed. That time we got inside the covers. I was asleep on the way to the pillow.

When I opened my eyes the sun was already up. Smells came from the kitchen, smells of bacon, eggs and coffee. I rolled over to get up and saw a naked woman flying through the bedroom door. She landed on me and kissed me at least ten times. When the kisses stopped she said, "Breakfast is almost ready. Please be hungry! If eggs, bacon and toast aren't what you want I'll make whatever you want!"

"Whoa! Calm down. Eggs and stuff are fine. What's got you so wound up?"

"You! Before this week you were great! Before this week you were the best boy-friend ever. You're kind, take good care of me, and never hurt me. But, that was before! Now you're all that and my Dom! What you did to me last night was the best sex of my life! Thank you! Thank you!"

She suddenly jumped off me and ran out the door. As she went she said, "Hurry! Get up! Breakfast is hot and ready for my Master!"

I got up and was served a great breakfast. A naked woman sat on my lap, fed me every bite and played with my anatomy as we ate breakfast. When we were finished she asked if I wanted her to "attend to the erection in my lap". I smiled and she swallowed. Sharon had become someone new.

By noon we were dressed and getting ready to go the Grandfather's house. I called ahead and spoke to Violet. Sharon was three feet from me.

"Violet, this is Nick. Could you meet with us today?"

"Of course. How would you like for me to prepare?"

"I want us to discuss business first. If you could put together a proposal of how you see you and Sharon working together, I would be grateful."

"Yes, Nick. Anything else?"

"I think we can extend the proposal beyond the main business if we have time. Consider that as you dress for the meeting."

"May I prepare dinner for all of us?"

"That would be wonderful. Thank you."

We agreed to meet at four o'clock. I reminded Sharon that Grandfather liked to be well dressed at all times, but he liked women to dress at the edge between sexy and slutty. She stood before her closet for ten minutes and then I realized she needed me to pick. I walked into her bedroom and picked. She asked if I would pick her underwear as well. I picked a lacy bra and no panties. Her eyebrows went up, but she said nothing.

I wore another suit. I knew Sharon wanted to ask about the phone call. Key words would have stuck out: business, proposal, working together and extend. She didn't ask while we were at home.

We drove to Grandfather's house in my 1987 Toyota pick-up. It had 211,000 miles on it and still looked and drove well. I had the seat recovered shortly after Sharon and I met and the engine had been overhauled. As we drove I looked at the other cars and trucks we saw. I could afford anything I saw. I reminded myself that Grandfather didn't get rich by spending on a whim.

Ten minutes into the drive Sharon asked, "May I ask questions?"

"Certainly."

"You want Violet to make a business proposal? Who is Violet?"

"Violet is Grandfather's partner. He has offered to put me into business for myself, instead of working for NGN or Scorpio or anyone else. Violet can help set that up. I want you to look it over and help me decide what would be best."




After



"He wants to set you up in business! That would take a few million! There's at least five years R&D before we can make any money. Then there's the marketing and manufacturing! Oh my God! You have no idea what you're talking about!"

"That's why I want you and Violet to sit down together and look things over. I trust your business judgment and Grandfather trusts Violet. I don't have to understand all the details. You'll have years to explain it all to me."

She looped her arm in mine and kissed my shoulder.

Two minutes passed and she asked, "Extend what?"

"Huh?"

"You said, "We can extend the proposal beyond the main business..." 

"I did say that. Violet and grandfather have something else they want us to take a look at, but only after the business is handled. Don't bother asking anything about it until the business aspects are handled. Think of it as a bonus for both of us."

"Ok."

She was quiet the rest of the way. As I parked in front of Grandfather's house Sharon said, "Your truck looks like it should belong to the gardener."

"Maybe I'll give it to him. I need a new car."

Grandfather's front door opened and even though it was always Foster who opened the door I always half expected Lurch to be standing just inside. Grandfather's front doors reminded me of the twin front doors from the Adams Family TV show. Sharon and I were ushered inside and into a conference room. Centered in the room was a table twelve feet long and three and half feet wide made of oak. The twelve chairs that normally lived in that room were mostly gone, leaving just three. Violet was seated when we walked in with an empty chair on either side of her.

Foster came back and set up a smaller table with iced tea and some cheese and crackers for us. Violet led off. She asked, "Have you told Sharon how much funding your Grandfather has offered?"

"No."

"Then, please allow me to explain." She gave both of us a folder that outlined the holdings and their values. As I looked them over I realized that they had been doctored. Three zeros had been lopped off every entry! If it said Grandfather had $80,000 worth of Dow Chemical it actually was $80,000,000. As I realized this Violet said, "These figures aren't very accurate, I'm afraid. We rounded them for this conversation." As she said it she looked into my eyes. I got the message.

Three hours later Sharon and Violet embraced and Sharon was in; hook, line and sinker. Their discussion had been over my head in many ways but I got the idea that the two women were in agreement about how to manage the estate. The by-product was that the two women had become fast friends and I felt confident that the extended proposal had a very good chance of being successful.

Violet excused herself to complete preparations for dinner. Sharon sat quietly for a full minute before I asked, "So, what do you think?"

"I think you're a rich man. Your research company will be a success and I really like Violet. Will she work for you or is she staying with your grandfather?"

"Both. Violet stays with Grandfather for the rest of his life. He is terminal and the doctors don't think he'll see another Christmas. When he's gone, Violet comes to us."

"I'm sad to hear that he's sick." Sharon said.

His voice came from behind her. "Don't be too sad. I've lived a great life. I have someone I love to give my money and estate to, and at the moment I'm hungry. Let's eat!" For the first time I saw my Grandfather in a wheelchair, with Foster at the push handles.

We followed him to the dining room and were met by Violet and dinner. As we ate Grandfather diverted the conversation away from him and his health. Sharon waited until we were almost finished eating and asked, "What is the extended proposal?"

Grandfather looked at Violet and said, "If you think she's ready blink." Violet stood and blinked theatrically. We all laughed a little and Violet sat back down. Grandfather went on. "Violet has some papers we want you to read. When you have read them we'll talk."

Violet handed Sharon a large manila envelope. There were a number of pages within the envelope and Sharon asked, "Read them now?" Grandfather and Violet nodded.

Before she finished the first page she said, "This is a prenuptial agreement." No one spoke. I finished my dessert and coffee as she read. She looked up at me more than once but didn't say anything. It took her twenty minutes to read the pages. She slid them together and said, "I need a pen."

I was stunned! Grandfather pulled a pen from his pocket and rang a bell. Foster came in and witnessed her signature and mine, as did Violet and Grandfather. That done the papers went back into the envelope and Violet put it on a different table.

"I am curious, Sharon, that you didn't ask questions about section eleven of the agreement." Grandfather said.

"I know that Nick may want or need another woman in his life. He has not offered me his life; I've offered him mine. I hope that any woman he picks will be as much a sister to me as a wife to him. I don't know if you know much about dominance and submissiveness, but I am a submissive and I've offered my life to Nick."

"I know a lot about it. I am Violet's Dom. The main condition to Nick's inheritance is that Violet becomes his, just as she has been mine for ten years. That, of course, puts her in relationship with you. We want the two of you to take care of his business and let him take care of his research. I want the two of you to take care of him and have a great life together. Agreed?"

Both Violet and Sharon nodded.

"I am an old man and getting older by the minute. Foster will take me upstairs and Violet will bed me for the night. From now on you live here as well as at school." He reached into his inside jacket pocket and handed me an envelope.

"There are two credit cards inside. The account has a million dollars in it. Buy a new truck or something." Foster grabbed the handles and turned the wheelchair. 

Foster stopped when I spoke, "I have something for you, too. I'm leaving Sharon here tonight. She and Violet will bed you down tonight. They will hold you and love you tonight."

Violet stood and held out a hand to Sharon. Sharon took her hand and then walked to me, with Violet in tow. She bent down and kissed me and whispered, "I want to make you proud. I'll love him and by loving him, love you."

I watched as they left the room, following Grandfather to the elevator. 

The drive home was quiet. It was Ok. I had lots to think about. The significance of Sharon's gift and of Violet's. The two credit cards in my pocket. I passed five car dealers on my way home, but it was late and they all were closed. That was probably a good thing.

At home I showered and crawled alone into bed. I wondered how it would be to sleep with a woman on each side of me. I realized that a king sized bed was in order sometime in my future. 

At ten minutes after five in the morning my phone rang. I sat up in bed and grabbed it on the second ring. Sharon's voice said through her tears, "Grandfather is gone! Please come quickly. We need you."

"I'm on my way!" I yelled as I was out of bed and on my way. I pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt, western boots and grabbed my keys. Half an hour later I parked behind the ambulance and police car in the circular driveway and entered the house. I was met by a cop.

Foster was standing with the policeman. He said, "This is Nick. This is his house. The man who died is his Grandfather."

I asked, "Where are Violet and Sharon?"

Foster answered, "Upstairs in the Master's bedroom. They are waiting for you."

"Foster, thank you. Give the police ever cooperation and see if there's some food and coffee for them, would you?" He nodded and the way he did it, I realized he was signaling his submission.

As I climbed the stairs I thought about what I had just inherited. It wasn't just money and Violet, it was all the people who had worked for Grandfather and his companies. They now were my responsibility.

I found Sharon and Violet in the bedroom. They were both in robes sitting on the couch. Grandfather was gone. Both were crying. I closed the bedroom door and went to them. I held them both and we cried together for a long while. 

After the police were gone Foster came upstairs and knocked on the door. "Come in." I said.

He opened the door and said, "The police are all gone. Before, Master told me to clean his room as soon as the police were done here. The new Master's suite is just down the hall. It's all ready for you."

I stood and gathered Sharon and Violet with me. We found the new master bedroom just down the hallway. A king-sized bed was turned down and a fire was lit in the small fireplace. Sharon started undressing me while Violet helped. When I was bare they dropped their robes and we climbed into bed together. I kissed them both and we held each other. We spoke softly about Grandfather and we cried. We even got some sleep.

The next three days became a blur. There were a hundred things that needed my attention and the guidance of Violet. Papers needed signing making me the owner of all the aspects of the estate. Grandfather had legally transferred things to me but there were legal signatures that needed to happen. The conference table where Violet, Sharon and I had met became covered with the papers of transition. 

All those transition details were handled before the funeral. Violet had notified all the people Grandfather had wanted notified and a good number of them came to the funeral. The three of us wore black to the funeral. Violet had purchased the clothes weeks before the need. She knew neither Sharon or I had the appropriate clothes in our closets.

During the three days between Grandfather's passing and the funeral the three of us slept together every night. Not one of us had an orgasm. I held them and they held on to me. We were tender and soft with each other. 

In the limo after the funeral I held Violet's right hand and Sharon's left hand. We were quiet. Violet smiled a little smile and asked, in a soft, little girl voice, "Sharon, may I tell you a secret?"

Sharon leaned forward just a little and looked at Violet. "You can tell me anything. We are sisters." She whispered too.

"It's a secret! You can't tell anyone! Ok?" 

I wondered what the game was that they would speak secrets with me sitting between them. It can't be a secret if you tell it in front of me.

"Ok."

"I need a good fucking!"

"So do I!" Sharon said. She resumed her seat, leaned back and looked forward. The game was clear, Violet had figured a way to tell me what she needed without telling me directly! Brilliant woman.

I sat quite still until we were back at the house. Foster helped Sharon out of the car, I followed and helped Violet. As Foster drove the limo back to the garage we entered the house. I swung the door closed and said, "The funeral is over. I loved my Grandfather and will be grateful to him all my life. It is time we moved forward with life. Ladies, strip down to your underwear. Take your clothes and put them away. Then meet me in my bedroom. Do not make me wait!"

In seconds they were both stripped down to just their bras, carrying their dresses, stockings and shoes and headed up the stairs. I followed, smiling.

I had not fucked either of them since our meeting the night Grandfather had died. I wanted the bond between them to grow and be strong before one watched my cock slide into the other. I wanted them to become lovers as well as loving me. It was time to see if it would be possible.

I entered the new master bedroom. Neither woman was there. I removed my jacket and a hand took it from me and Violet's voice said, "Thank you. May we help you?"

They had followed me into the room. Violet was wearing a purple bra that held her breasts on a lace shelf, presenting her nipples, uncovered and seemingly begging for attention. Sharon was wearing the same style bra in white. Their nipples were hard and when I did more than glance I saw a little lipstick on Sharon's right nipple.

By then they had me out of everything except my briefs. Violet knelt and pulled them down and off. That put her at eye level with my hard cock.

"After hours cooped up in all those clothes my cock needs a good suck. Violet, please suck me." As the words came out my cock disappeared into her mouth. Sharon was two feet away, staring at what Violet was doing. I drew her close, embraced her and kissed her passionately. I felt her relax a little, then more and finally surrendering to me.

When I released Sharon she looked down to see my cock going in and out of Violet's mouth. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer that was never coming I said, "Share my cock."

As Sharon dropped to her knees Violet moved a couple inches to one side, making room for her. I watched as they shared my shaft. Their ruby lips sliding along my shaft and touching each other's lips at the same time. Each time their lips met at the head of my cock they kissed each other. Violet's hand held my balls. 

After a minute or so Sharon cupped Violet's pussy with her hands and I heard Violet moan. I didn't believe I was going to ever get any harder, any more ready to fuck.

"Stand up, please." I said and they stood, heads bowed and arms at their sides.

Sharon, put yourself in the middle of the bed, legs wide. Violet, I want you to suck Sharon's nipples while I fuck her. I know you love sucking her nipples. Suck them hard so even an hour from now she can still feel your mouth on her nipples."

Sharon threw herself on the bed and Violet went directly to her task. I climbed on the bed and pushed inside Sharon's very wet pussy. I said, "Violet, look. Watch me fuck your sister. Watch. Soon I will be fucking you and Sharon will be sucking your nipples."

She released her lip-lock on Sharon's nipple and turned to watch my cock going all the way into Sharon. She watched for two strokes and I said, "Put your finger along my shaft, slide it inside your sister with my cock. We'll both fuck her!"

She touched my shaft and I held her hand, guiding her finger inside Sharon with my cock. Sharon lifted her head and watched as she moaned in pleasure. I felt Sharon shudder.

"Don't cum yet, Sweetheart. Three more strokes and you can cum."

Violet and I pumped into Sharon hard and fast for those three strokes and as we went in the third time I said, "Cum for me!"

Both women shuddered and Sharon thrashed on the bed. Her back arched and she moaned from deep inside. I held Violet and I inside Sharon until she had calmed a little.

"Lay beside Sharon." I said. Violet did it without hesitation. "Sharon, your joy is to suck on Violet's tits. Take off her bra, suck all of her tits, not just the nipples. It's Ok to leave hickies. And, if you can, watch me fuck her for the very first time."

Sharon wiggled around on the bed and positioned herself on her knees, bent to Violet's chest. I let her suck and kiss Violet for a minute or more and then said, "Watch!" They both watched as I slid quickly inside Violet. She was sopping wet and so tight it was hard to go faster. I realized it might have been a while since a cock was inside her. In two strokes we were sliding well together. She was still quite tight but I no longer worried she was so tight she would peel the skin right off my cock.

"Suck her nipples." I said. Sharon attacked her task with enthusiasm and Violet moaned again and again. Her hips began lifting to meet my thrusts. I felt the internal surge telling me I was about to unload a gallon of high pressure cum into Violet.

I held her legs high and spread as I filled her. As the first shot fired she said, "Oh!" lifted her hips and held still. As still as she could while having her own orgasm. I stayed inside her as she and I calmed. Sharon stayed at her task.

My hand grabbed Sharon's hair and pulled her off Violet's nipple. I pulled her towards where Violet and I were joined. I whispered, "When my cock comes out I want you to suck it. Taste my cum and Violet's. It is the best thing you will ever taste."

My hips backed away from Violet and as soon as my wilting cock sprang free Sharon took all of it in her mouth. Her tongue and her lips seemed to savor every molecule of the combined juices of Violet and me. 

Violet lay back, eyes closed, not moving at all. I held her legs, still open and raised. I noticed cream slowly slipping out of Violet's pussy.

I moved, popping my cock from Sharon's mouth. She looked up at me and I could see the lust in her eyes.

"You're not done, Sweetheart. More of our cum is falling out of Violet's pussy. Ask her if you can eat it. When she says yes, it's all yours."

Violet opened her eyes and Sharon whispered, "May I have the cum leaking from you?"

Violet nodded and whispered, "Yes!"

Sharon moved and went face first into Violet's spread open pussy. I let go of Violet's legs, but they didn't lower. Violet held her own knees and spread herself for Sharon's tongue. It was the most erotic scene I had ever seen.

It wasn't long before Violet opened her eyes again and asked, "Master may I cum?"

"Yes, Honey. Cum and give Sharon more of your wonderful juice." She shuddered and her hands let go of her legs and held Sharon's head. 

"Sharon, Stand here, please." I pointed right beside the bed. She stood where I pointed and bowed her head.

"Sharon, your face is all wet. What is all over your face?"

"The cum from my master and my sister. The best taste I will ever taste for the rest of my life."

"I want some." I embraced her and kissed her, first on her wet cheeks and then her mouth. There was no resistance. Our tongues danced. When I backed away I felt her try, for a second, to follow my lips. I let her go and drew Violet up beside Sharon and kissed her. 

"I hope you both like that taste. I love it and will want it often. For the moment, I think we should shower and then have dinner. Something simple."

We did exactly that. When we eventually went back upstairs to the bedroom the sheets and been changed and a new bedspread was on the bed.

"Damn, Foster is efficient. What's his story?" I asked.

"Foster is my brother. His life is about serving. Your Grandfather taught him well and he is efficient. He has a mental disability but for his life, living here and serving us works."

"Whatever he likes, he gets. He's family."

"Please, treat him as a butler. If you try to treat him differently than he is used to it will really mess with his head."

"He came with you when you came to my Grandfather, didn't he?"

"Our parents were older and not doing well. They couldn't care for Foster the way he needed. Walt, your Grandfather, met him and opened his life and home to Foster. He is happier now, after he found a way to serve, than he has ever been."

"He's Ok with you being a sub and being first my Grandfather's lover and now mine?"

"He's happy that we enjoy each other. When Walt was sick and we began planning for "After" he was upset and worried. I don't know exactly how his mind works and I'm not sure he can remember life before Walt, so thinking about Walt not being with us scared him."

"And now?" Sharon asked.

"Walt explained it to him, often. "After" he would have new people to care for, people to drive places, people to do laundry for. When he brought us home from the funeral he was happy. You have taken Walt's place in his life and heart. You're the "After" he was worried about and he's no longer worried."

"How do I tell him what I want him to do first thing tomorrow morning?"

Violet picked up the phone by the bed and hit the nine twice. She handed me the phone.

"Yes?" Foster answered.

"Foster, Sharon needs to be at the University by eight tomorrow morning, stopping at our apartment before she gets there. Will you drive her, Please?"




After



"Yes, Master. I think I need to know what time she needs to leave the house."

"She needs to leave at seven."

"Is the Buick acceptable?"

"I don't know what cars are available. What choices do I have?"

"We have a two-year-old Buick LeCrosse, the limo you rode in to the funeral, a Chevy Silverado pick-up, 2008, a 1971 Barracuda convertible, a 1955 Porsche 550 Spyder and a 

2005 Cadillac deville. The 'cuda and the Porsche I don't recommend."

"Wow! Nice. Let's take her in the deville, Ok?"

"Yes Sir. I'll have it at the front door at seven sharp, Sir."

"Thank you, Foster. Have a good night."

I hung up the phone. "I was thinking about buying a new car before, but this is "After" and I discover we have six vehicles already, not counting my Toyota."

"Foster is taking me to school tomorrow?" Sharon asked.

"Yes. And he'll pick you up after school and take you back to the apartment. You and I both drive old cars. I'd like to get you something better than yours. For now, you keep driving your car. During the week we'll move between the house and the apartment. You'll stay at the apartment. We want you to focus on graduation."

She bowed her head and I knew the words were in her head, 'Yes, Master.'

We went to bed at a little after ten and the alarm woke us at six. Violet showed Sharon to a room-sized closet that contained some clothes purchased by Violet for "After" but before Sharon had a chance to buy more or move her clothes from the apartment.

When she came down for breakfast she was in jeans, boots, a sweatshirt and a baseball caps that said, "Cubs" on the front. Her ponytail hung out the back of the cap.

"Don't worry about dinner." I said. "Violet and I will go shopping and cook at the apartment. You study, we'll take good care of you."

When we walked her to the front door we were arm in arm in arm. She kissed both of us Good-bye and stepped outside. Foster had the rear door open on the big Caddy and he had a huge grin on his face. As Sharon got in she kissed Foster on the cheek. He closed her door and went around to the driver's position.

Violet's hand rested on my ass as we watched them drive away.

Until noon we studied financial things with Violet as my teacher. I did my best to understand. At noon she offered a suggestion.

"Finances aren't your thing. How about we do it this way, Sharon and I will manage the money. When you want or need to do something, come to us and ask for the money. We'll figure out how to give you what you need and in the most effective way."

"Deal!" I got up and went to the kitchen. She followed. I looked in the fridge and she said, "We need to go shopping for food for the apartment. Let's stop and eat at a restaurant, go to the market and then to the apartment. You can tell me about all the foods you and Sharon like."

I said, "We might want to put clothes on before we go." She looked down and smiled. 

"What would you like me to wear?"

"Do you have something like what Sharon wore when she left for school?"

"Yes. Bra or not?"

"Yes! Something sexy."

"Shall I help you first and then dress or dress now?"

"I'll dress myself, this time." I watched as she headed up the stairs. 

At the top she turned and said, "If you dial 99 you can tell Foster which car you want, and if he's going too." She disappeared around a corner. In my bedroom I dialed 99 and Foster said, "Yes, Sir."

"I'd like to use the Silverado if I can."

"I'll have it at the front door for you. It's all gassed up and ready to go. Are you driving or am I?"

"I am. Thank you." 

I dressed casually and was joined by Violet as I pulled on my second boot. We went down the stairs and out. Foster held the door for his sister and she kissed his cheek as she got into the truck. Getting in is a jump up and Foster helped with a hand on Violet's ass. She thanked him and he closed the door. I realized the hand assist was a long established pat of affection. The engine started easily and purred as a well maintained engine tends to do.

We ate at a nice restaurant and while we ate I saw five guys from the University enter. I'd never seen four of the five, but since they all wore sweatshirts that said University Soccer I figured they were Sharon's ex-roommate/lover's teammates. He saw me and left his team and walked over to us.

"I ought to just kick your ass." He said.

"Why? Seems to me you made out well in the deal." I answered.

"How's that?"

"She gave you her rent for the month, you bedded her, and she left. No argument, no fight no yelling screaming or anything. She even left your place clean. How did you lose?"

"I don't lose. I was looking forward to having her in my bed for the semester."

"Well, it wasn't to be."

"You want her back after she's been fucked by me?"

"You took her, knowing she'd been with me for two years. You gave it your best shot and she still came back to me. It may be tough for you to understand, but it wasn't a contest between us."

He turned his attention to Violet, but he spoke to me. "Who's this? Your Mother?"

"Nice. No, this isn't my mother. This is... no. I thought about introducing you, but I've changed my mind." I looked at Violet and said, "You don't need to know or remember this boy. He won't be a part of our lives."

"I get it! She's the maid! That's why she's dressed like a frump and has no tits. Nice of you to buy her breakfast. I'm going back with my team. Bye." He turned and walked away.

As he sat with his buddies I said, "He's wrong, you know. He sees a woman wearing comfortable jeans so he assumes things that aren't so. He doesn't see double D's pushing their way out of a sweatshirt two sizes too small, so he says your breasts are too small. I've had them in my hands and my mouth, and they're just about perfection. 

We finished lunch and as we got up I heard a voice from the boy's table say, "It's Ok now. He's taking his housekeeper back to work."

I softly said to Violet, "What I'm about to do will not embarrass you. Be strong. Stand tall and know that I love you."

When we got to the half-circle table with the five boys I stopped. "Let me get this straight. You're ridiculing me because I'm having lunch with a woman I consider beautiful. I get her pleasant company and you're sharing lunch with four jocks. I get dessert." I took Violet in my arms and kissed her. My right hand slipped up inside her sweatshirt and cupped her lace-covered breast. She moaned. I ended the kiss and said, "Enjoy your dessert with the boys." My hand on her ass guided us both out of the restaurant. 

Not a sound from the boy's club.

In the truck Violet was quiet. I asked, "Tell me what you're thinking, please."

"I flooded when you kissed me! I never have been kissed like that. They saw you holding my breast and feeling my butt! You're proud to be with me."

"I love you. Undo your jeans and give me a taste, please. I don't want to pass that dessert up!"

She unbuttoned her jeans and slid a hand in, gathering part of the flood. I got three very wet fingers to suck. Between the restaurant and the market I got at least ten tastes.

I parked and said, "You probably ought to button up before we go inside." She blushed and buttoned up.

We walked through the store and talked about food. Somewhere during the rounds I realized I couldn't think of the foods Sharon liked, that I didn't. Even in a restaurant she ordered foods I liked. I said so.

Violet smiled. "Walt realized that I do the same thing. I don't want to wear clothes you don't like. I don't want curtains on the windows unless you like them. I don't want to eat things you don't like either. Sharon is like that too. She may have just learned the word submissive, but she's been behaving that way for a long time."

"But I haven't been pushing my opinions on her. She could order anything she wants."

"Listen, please. Our mind is always looking for ways to please you. What if Sharon loved escargot and the thought of eating snails turned you off. She could order escargot and you might not kiss her for two days! We would both rather live without escargot for the rest of our lives than miss out on the kisses."

"Thank you. I've never even been tempted to taste snails! I think I may not be very good at this Dom stuff. I don't order either of you around, ever."

"We appreciate it, too. If you do order us, we will do as you order and be glad to do whatever it is. You decide to grope my tits in front of college guys, I'm flattered you want my tits. If you had ordered me to show them my tits or my puss, I would have smiled as I did. Not because of them, because it would please you."

"I wonder why my Grandfather never talked to me about all this."

"We talked of it often. He tried for over a year to believe he'd live to see ninety-five and he could postpone telling you about our strange lifestyle. His front of such formality was just a front, you know. He did it to teach you about the proper way to behave around people. He was not ashamed of how we live but I think he may have been afraid."

"Of what?"

"He loved you with all his heart. He would have died on the spot if you had rejected him, me or the idea of dominance and submission."

"I couldn't reject it! I couldn't reject him or you! I loved him!"

She sat quietly. There was more but it was locked inside that area of her that she couldn't speak. I thought more and realized she feared I might reject her, Sharon might reject her. She might be out, on her own, after ten years of being taken care of and loved. The conversation Grandfather had with me about ropes was more accurate than I had seen. They really were ropes, not strings.

"Violet, We are family. All the papers are signed. We are a business partnership. All the emotional links are forged and over time will become stronger, but never will break. I love you. I love Sharon. What else can I do so you can stop worrying?"

"Nothing. Even if there was something, I couldn't tell you. Sharon couldn't tell you either. I can tell you about Sharon, but not in front of her. She will be able to tell you about me soon enough, but never in front of me." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "She needs for you to sleep with just her tonight, and be gentle. Ever since she tried to leave you, she's had the cave man fucking her. She loves the gentleman, too."

"Oh. I guess I've been like a boy with a new toy. New toys. I like the cave man. I like the gentleman too, but I guess somewhere in my thinking I thought you both wanted me tough and demanding."

"Have you made a single demand? If you did, I missed it."

We carried the bags of groceries into the apartment. As we went through the door Violet said, "Oh yes. Forget paying the rent next month. You own the building. Walt bought it right after you moved in."

We made dinner together in the tiny kitchen of the apartment. Just before it went into the oven she asked, "What time will Sharon be here?"

I looked at my watch and said, "In just about an hour."

"I have an idea. We'll give her half an hour to forty-five minutes to unwind, then eat. As soon as dinner is over, she'll need some study time. While she's studying I'll clean up dinner, take the truck and go home. The rest of the night will be for just the two of you."

"It's a good idea. I like it a lot. Ok." We closed the door on the oven and Violet set the timer and temp. I took her by the hand and we went out on our tiny balcony. We were on the third floor. I had covered the railings in bamboo months before, so Sharon could sun herself topless and not be seen. We had a throw rug out there too.

On our way out there I had grabbed a towel from the bathroom. I spread it on the rug and said, "If you would be so kind, peel off the jeans and let me have some more of your juices. I'm ever so thirsty!"

She laughed as she removed the jeans. When they were rolled up as a pillow she put herself on her back and put the pillow under her butt. She spread her legs and said, "I love that you love how I taste. Walt loved it, too."

I got down and put my face into her slit. Her fingers opened herself wider for me. I lapped up the flow coming from her. My hands held her hips.

In what seemed just moments, she started to quiver.

"May I cum?" She asked.

"Yes! Cum!" She shook, her back arched and her entire body then shook hard. One hand clamped over her mouth and muffled the scream, a little. I backed away from her and she whispered, "Thank you, Master." There were unspoken volumes after she stopped speaking. I knew I'd learn what the silence was filled with, over time. I unzipped and lowered my jeans and briefs. With two rubs of my cock between her lips to gather wetness, I leaned in and plunged slowly into Violet. Then I leaned down and my face was an inch from hers.

We kissed and our tongues danced as I slowly fucked her. I gently fucked her, remembering that I had only been a cave man with her as well. She responded as if I had given her the sweetest gift possible. Her kisses were passionate, loving and matched by the way her pussy kissed my cock. She lifted herself to meet my every thrust. We joined and moaned softly for quite a few minutes.

I realized Sharon would be home in just a few more minutes. I lifted myself and thrust with purpose into my lover. She matched my moves and in moments we were both cumming. We kissed again and I started to back out of her.

We both jumped when the sliding door to the balcony slid open and a nude Sharon stood there. I saw her trembling and tears filled her eyes and my first thought was that she had seen us fucking and was hurt.

Violet didn't see what I saw. She reached out her hand and took Sharon's and drew her down to us. "He loves us both." Violet said. "He loves us both. I'm so happy."

Sharon leaned all the way down and kissed Violet. I heard her whisper, "I've never seen anything so sensual, so loving. I came watching you."

I helped her up, just far enough that I could kiss her. As I did my cock slipped out of Violet. She giggled and said, "Oops!"

Sharon broke the kiss and asked, "What Oops?"

"Nick slipped out of me."

Sharon looked at me and I knew what her eyes were asking that her mouth couldn't ask.

"I think it would be nice if you cleaned us." I said, smiling.

"May I, Master?" Sharon asked. I nodded.

She cleaned me first and then sixty-nined with Violet. I backed away a few feet and watched. In the distance I heard a police helicopter and wondered how often they flew over our balcony.

When Sharon had cum and Violet had cum again we had dinner. We had found a way to de-stress Sharon from her day at school.

At the table they talked about what had happened when Sharon had gone to school. She said, "I went to my first class of the day, a grad course in financing, and suddenly it wasn't theory any more. The professor was talking in examples and I was translating into what I know about our business." Violet let her go on for quite a while. Finally she asked, "Do you remember the papers you signed?"

"You mean the prenup?"

"Yes. Included in the prenup is an agreement about you being an employee of Nick's company. You might as well be married to him. We might as well be married to him. We belong to him and he'll take care of us, right?"

"Of course. Your point is?"

"All those figures I showed you. Do you remember any of them?"

"I do. I have a good memory for numbers."

"I gave you figures for his holdings in various stocks. Can you name one?"

"Yes! Dow Chemical, $80,000."

"I lied to you. Walt didn't want me to overwhelm you. Every figure I gave you was rounded down."

"Oh? How much?"

"Dow Chemical is at $80,000,000. Add three zeros to everything."

"Oh my God! Really?" She looked from Violet to me and back to Violet. We both nodded.

"Now, when the professor talks, you can listen from a new place."

"I was worried that Nick wanted to buy me a new car."

"Stop worrying." Violet and I said together.

Violet said, "Worry was before, this is "After."

We told Sharon she could go study and we'd clean up the kitchen. She went. We cleaned up, romanticized the bedroom with some candles and Violet quietly slipped out, promising to return in the morning.

I turned on the TV and watched something, quietly. At eleven I knocked on the door to Sharon's bedroom and said, "You need sleep. Please come to bed."

I shut off the TV and the lights, except the bedside lamp beside my bed. When Sharon came into the bedroom she looked around and said, "Where's Violet?"

"Back at the house. I wanted tonight with just us." I opened the bed and she slid in beside me. My arms enfolded her and our bodies melded together in tenderness. Long before I entered her I kissed tears on her face. I repeated over and over, "I love you. I love you."

Much as I had done with Violet on the balcony I joined with Sharon in our bed. We fell asleep joined. When I woke up in the middle of the night needing a bathroom I attempted to slip out of bed without waking Sharon. As I stood up she said, "Go for me too, Ok? And, hurry back."

When I went back she got up. "I'll have to do it myself." She said as she went into the bathroom.

In the morning Violet opened the front door and brought bagels, lox and cream cheese. Sharon made coffee and got ready for school. While she got ready Violet made a lunch for Sharon. We dropped her off outside the building on campus and both of us kissed her Good-bye. We agreed to be at the apartment and make dinner together. It became our pattern until graduation. While Sharon was on campus Violet and I started construction/renovation on what was to become my research company building. We attended various board meetings for companies I had significant pieces of and made decisions for the future.

In June, Sharon graduated. To celebrate we took a vacation. We flew to Australia and spent a month, exploring. We discovered fifty new ways we loved being together. It wasn't a surprise. In our home now there is a picture that shows Sharon and I outside our apartment. It was taken almost a year before Grandfather died. There is a sticker on the picture that says, "Before". Next to that picture is one of Grandfather and Violet in London taken somewhere around the same time. It has a label that says, "Before." There is a picture frame in the same room that shows pictures of the three of us at Ayers Rock, on the bridge in Sydney, at the Great Barrier reef, on a street in Hong Kong, by the fountain outside the Tokyo Dome baseball stadium, naked on a beach in Bali, and dressed as tourists at the Polynesian Cultural Center in Hawaii. In the middle of that collection of pictures is a sticker that says, "After." We plan to add a lot of pictures to that frame. "After."



After 25



Trista woke up on the day of her twenty fifth birthday. She turned off the alarm and looked over at her sleeping boyfriend, Roy, lying on the bed beside her. He slowly began to wake and looked up her. 

With a quick kiss Roy said, "Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

"How about I give you a little birthday present?"

"Can't I gotta work."

"You can't go to work on your birthday. I took the day off to be with you and now you're gonna abandon me. Come on call them and say that you woke up and had a terrible head ache. And the thing that would be the best about the whole thing is I could be eating you out while you tell them."

"Yeah I got the head joke. But its only been not even a month since the accident-"

"So what,you can't enjoy yourself and a little oral."

"No I just can't take another day off after I just back from a two week medical leave. Look I will be back later and we can play then." Trista gave Roy a quick kiss but before she could walk away she was pulled back to the bed. Roy forced a long kiss on her. He held the back of her head while they kissed and he slowly worked his tongue into her mouth. She sat back down on the bed and leaned back while Roy kissed her and reached up under the tee shirt she was wearing. He stuck his hand into her panties and slipped his middle and pointer fingers into her pussy. 

Trista moaned then remembered what she had to do. She forced herself away from Roy and walked to the dresser. She went to the shower and climbed inside. 

While she was in the middle of washing her body Roy walked into the room and knocked on the shower door. He wasn't wearing anything and Trista causally poked her head out. "Can I help you sir?"

"Yeah I have a bit of a problem. It's kind of hard to figure out."

"Aren't you the king of puns today?" Trista said still attempting to sound not even the slightest bit interested or tempted. She couldn't however pry her eyes away from one of the worst cases of morning wood she had seen Roy with in over a year. She moved aside and Roy jumped into the shower excitedly. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her neck while the water ran over them removing the remaining soap suds from Trista's body. He kissed over her neck stopping every so often to lightly nibble on it. He could feel as Trista began to quiver and how every attempt to push him away had stopped. He replaced his fingers back inside her now soaking wet pussy. 

"You like that?" Roy asked as he kissed Trista's neck. He put his other hand on his hard cock and started moving it up and down. Trista looked down and pushed his hands away and grabbed her husband's throbbing member. She pulled Roy's hand away from her pussy and got on her knees where she placed her mouth on the head of the dick. She forgot all about her time limit as she teased Roy by sucking on only the head, refusing to go down any further. Roy could feel himself being more and more aroused before pushing Trista's head down. She bobbed her head up and down and placed her hand around the base of the shaft. She could feel Roy's cock tense up and she pulled her mouth away just in time for a large load to be shot onto her face. It landed right on her nose and a couple other drops had landed on her chest and chin.

Trista took her finger and wiped up one of the droplets off her chest. She sucked it off her finger then stood up to rinse the rest of the cum off her. Roy stood behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist. 

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, did you?" Trista smiled as she washed the rest off and turned around, making sure not to break away from Roy's grip. 

"Oh you know it baby."

Trista put her arms up on Roy's shoulders and cupped her hands behind his head. She was about to kiss him before she remembered her schedule. She jumped out of the shower and quickly dried up. She raced to get dressed then walked out the door, not even bothering to stop and make a cup of coffee or get anything to eat.

As she walked into the building of her job Trista looked down and noticed that he breast were bouncing around freely in her shirt. She turned red with embarrassment the crossed her arms as she made her way inside.

Trista was making herself a cup of coffee when she was approached by one of her male coworkers and friends, Thomas. "Someone's a little excited to be coming to work this morning." Thomas pointed to a pair of rock hard nips sticking from Trista's shirt. She turned away from him in embarrassment. 

"Sorry my husband jumped in the shower with me and I got a little distracted and was in a rush when I got out. Let's just say I hope I don't get excited when I go to that budget meeting today."

"Well just think, you would have a lot more attention on you. Happy birthday by the way. So I'm assuming that you were getting a little present from Roy and that's why you were so distracted."

"More like I was the one giving the present."

"Damn I would love to be your boyfriend. Even on your birthday you're the one giving head. My girl friend used to demand I eat her out on her birthday, Christmas and Thanksgiving. Any other holiday was mine but if I asked for something special on any of those other holidays she would ask me what was so important about those days."

"Well you have to remember also that she was blowing her trainer, boss, and neighbor so her mouth was tired by the time she got to you."

"Don't you have a presentation to prepare for."

"Oh yeah. And look I'm sorry for bringing that up to you. I'll make up for it. How about you and I go out for birthday shots after work. Or maybe we could go out this weekend when none of us have work and party it up then. You could probably find a better girl than that whore of an ex of yours."

"I appreciate it. "

Trista quickly went to her office and looked over all the stuff for the meeting. She looked down and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that her nips had gone down. She grabbed her laptop and walked to the meeting room. A couple of the staff members were already there and Trista had only a few minutes to get ready before the meeting started. She signed in and while her computer was loading up she took a couple large gulps from her coffee. She paid no mind to the fire hot liquid and just downed two thirds of the cup in less than two minutes. 

During the meeting Trista couldn't find it in herself to concentrate. She kept drifting back into thoughts about the morning and what awaited her at home. By the time she had finished presenting her nipples were fully erect and she could feel her pussy soaking in her thongs. She could see all the men looking at her breasts but just ended her presentation. She sat back down at her seat and watched as a couple other people voiced their ideas and opinions.

Thomas leaned over and whispered to Trista, "What did I tell you? You had all of their attention and I don't think any of them stopped staring for a minute."

"Shut up, I know the girls are hard you don't have to remind me."

"Don't forget huge and perky. I think that's what had my attention the entire time."

"Please just shut up. I am already embarrassed enough."

At the end of the day Trista was relieved to be in her car. She drove home and couldn't wait to be with Roy so that he could take care of what she had been thinking about all day long. She pulled in the driveway and all hopes of anything flew out the window. She looked at the two extra cars parked by Roy's Chevy Silverado. 

Trista walked inside and saw the three men sitting in the living room. Each one had on a head set and was holding an X Box controller. They were wrapped up in a game and Trista slammed the door. They all jumped and turned to look.

"Oh Trista you're home already?"

"What are you talking about? It's almost six thirty."

"Really its that late already?"

"How long have you guys been playing?"

"Well Rashaad and Darren got her around one thirty I think."

"Okay well enjoy your game I'm just gonna go in the room."

Trista walked into the bedroom and threw off her shirt. She grabbed another shirt and put on a pair of light blue jeans. She put on a black see through bra then put on a plain white tee shirt before walking back out the door. She didn't feel like she needed to say where she was going since she didn't believe that the guys had even noticed she left.

Trista sat in the front seat of her car and pulled out her phone. She dialed a number and held the phone up to her ear. She tapped her hand against the steering wheel while she waited for an answer on the other end.

"Hello."

"Tom get your drinking clothes on because we're going out and I know that you don't like me going out on my own."

"You're stressed aren't you?"

"I just need to go out and drink."

"Are we gonna talk about it when we get to the bar."

"Just meet me there."

Trista drove to the bar and waited outside for Tom's car to pull up. She waited impatiently for a couple minutes before going inside. She sat down and ordered herself a beer. The bartender looked at her with a smile as he handed over the drink. She grabbed it and threw her head back to downed a huge gulp.

"Something bothering you?"

"No just celebrating. Twenty five fucken years old and my husband spends the day with his friends. Whatever it don't mean anything to me. I'm just another year older and another day closer to dying. What are you gonna do."

"Should I prepare the taxi now?" the bartender asked.

"You might just want to alert them that I'm here." Trista said with a smile. "Can I get another while I'm just sitting here?"

"Coming right up."

Trista threw her head back again and took in another large percentage of the remaining liquid. She watched from the corner of her eye as a man approached her. He was holding a Bud which matched the beer in Trista's hand. He held the bottle up and pointed at the label. 

"You know a good beer when you see it huh?"

"Just need something to drink." Trista kept her eyes looking forward. She had no interest in this man. He was about five six making him just about half an inch taller than her. He had greying black hair with a semi large bald spot forming on the top. He had scruffy looking facial hair and was wearing a blue plaid shirt with a stained white tank top under it to match the stained and faded pair of jeans. 

"Oh it's one of those type of days?"

"Yeah. I went to work with no bra on and now I'm here drinking. Men are nothing but gross scum that I guess women only find themselves good for a fuck and a blow job."

"Hey I take offense to that."

Thomas walked up behind the guy and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey buddy why don't you stop wasting your time and go sit down with your drink."

"And who are you?" The man snapped. Trista looked over and walked to Thomas. She slung her arm across his back and rested her head on his shoulder. The man looked at Thomas then at Trista.

"This is my husband."

"Whatever." the guy said as he walked away. "Nothing but an ugly nasty whore anyway." the man mumbled. He must have thought that he said it light enough not to be heard but Thomas was quick to turn around and jump in front of the guy.

"Excuse me. Would you mind repeating that for me. I didn't quite catch what you said after ugly, nasty whore."

"Fuck you man."

Trista was too determined to stay and drink. She knew that she couldn't let Thomas get into a fight. If that was to happen the only way it would end was him being thrown out and she would be forced to leave. Thomas didn't like her being in places like this by herself because of exact men like this. Trista knew however that she could handle herself if it came down to someone placing their hands on her but the fact that someone was so concerned with her safety, made her feel special. She jumped in between the two men and pushed Thomas back. He stepped backward staring at the other guy who was walking away rather proud of himself. 

"No man should talk about a woman like that."

"Well I want to drink and I can't do that if we're being thrown out."

"At least I would have known that I stuck up for you."

"I already know that you can stand up for me."

"Just so you know, you're far from an ugly, nasty whore."

"Thanks."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Thinking about you was how I got through some of the nights with my ex."

"You're being bluntly honest right now and haven't had anything to drink. Should I be feeding you alcohol because I don't know what else you would be telling me."

"Come on lets just get some drinks."

Trista and Thomas walked over to the bar and sat down. They ordered drink after drink until they were both pretty buzzed and had spent a considerable amount of money. The bartender called for a taxi. Trista and Thomas walked outside and waited only a few minutes before it arrived. 

Thomas got in the seat first and Trista fell in. She turned her back to Thomas and leaned back until she was resting across his lap. Trista was staring up at the ceiling while Thomas had his head back against the seat and was stroking her hair. 

"All I wanted was just a little head. That's all I asked for." Trista slurred to say.

"If it was me, I would do a lot more than that to you."

"No you wouldn't."

"Yes I would. I would kiss down your entire body and kiss the inside of your thighs while I slipped my fingers inside you and licked your clit. Then I would replace my fingers with my tongue and slip my cock inside you and push it all the way in making you scream my name."

"Wow." Trista sighed.

"What?"

"That's hot."

Trista let out another sigh and started to fall asleep. The two were dropped off at Thomas' house and walked inside. They flung themselves onto the couch where Trista took a little nap. By the time she woke up she couldn't believe the time. She looked at the clock, her vision still a little fuzzy. It was almost midnight and Trista still had to make it home and get up at seven fifteen in the morning. She got up and grabbed her cell phone from her pocket. There was a missed call and a voice mail that Trista feared to listen to. She did however and to no surprise it was Roy.

'Hey Tris its just me. Its about ten thirty and I called the bar.They said that you left about ten minutes ago. The bartender said you were with some guy and that you two left together. I'm really hoping the guy he was talking about was Thomas. If not then... you know what I guess we'll just talk when you get home. Sorry by the way about earlier. That wasn't the best birthday surprise for you but I feel like I need to make it up to you. Look call me back whenever you get this. I need to know that you're at least alright.'

Trista closed the phone. She reopened it and dialed Roy's number. There was a few rings before the voice mail picked up. Trista didn't want to leave a message so she hung up the phone. She got a call back not even a second after she hung up.

"Hello."

"Trista where the fuck are you?"

"I was at the bar and the bartender called a cab that only dropped me and Thomas off at his house. My car's still at the bar. Don't worry though I'm with Thomas and he actually saved my ass when it came to this jack ass at the bar."

"Do you need me to come pick you up?"

"I think I'm gonna just stay here tonight."

"Alright well I'll see you tomorrow I guess."

Later that morning Trista was woken up by Thomas. He was standing over her putting on his tie. He was still showing signs of morning wood through his work pants and his half hard dick was right clear in Trista's view point. She smiled then sat up. She could feel a bit of a head ache and looked up at Thomas. 

"Do you have an ibuprofen?" 

"Uh yeah its right in that kitchen cabinet above the sink. It should be next to the first aid kit."

"Thanks." Trista got up and walked to the kitchen. She opened up the cabinet and spotted the first aid kit. She grabbed the box right next to it and took out the small bottle of pills. After popping two into her mouth she went to put the ibuprofen back and saw a box of ribbed condoms. Trista moved more stuff aside and saw another box of lubricated condoms and next to them was a box of Fire and Ice. She smirked a little bit then closed the door. 

Trista had spent drunken nights at Thomas's house and had left work uniforms behind so she didn't have to get back to her house before work. She got ready and as they left the house, Thomas asked, "Got everything?"

"Yes."

"Got everything from last night?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a bra on?" he joked. 

"Very funny. Can we just go?"

"Hold on I have to check this."Thomas pushed Trista's arms to the side and looked at her breasts. He smiled. "Yep you have one on. So how bout we get going."

Trista and Thomas walked out of the house. They rode a little ways in silence before Trista spoke up. She looked at Thomas who seemed to notice an uncalled for smile creeping across her face. 

"What's your problem."

"Nothing I was just thinking about when I went to go get the ibuprofen. Do you have enough condoms in there? Either that or you just have a lot of sex in your kitchen."

"Well you might not believe this but I am quite a catch. I mean you can never be too prepared plus every girl has her own preference about what kind she likes inside of her. I have a larger selection in my room. When ever I get about ten free dollars I just buy a different type to sample."

"I don't doubt that you're quite a catch I mean after the sweet talking you were saying last night I seriously don't doubt a thing. But I'm sure that you just say the same things to every girl you want to eat out right."

"Wait what did I say?"

"Nothing."

"Look if I offended you then I am really sorry. I was drinking and didn't notice what I was saying. I only remember telling you that you were beautiful. I don't remember saying anything about wanting to eat you out."

"Well would you like to?"

"Pardon?"

"If you ever got the chance would you eat me out. You know if I wasn't married and you weren't a smooth little player."

"Eating you out is only one of many things I would do to you if i ever got the opportunity. If you were single and you and I had gone home together I would tear you apart. I would use every toy in my collection on you then I would ram you so hard that you wouldn't walk for three days after the deed. I would make use of every hole on your body and you would have so much cum on you and in you that you could make a sperm bank out of your body."

"Wow. I would stop before I start to get wet and wanting you."

Trista kept her eyes forward until she realized the large tent in Thomas's pants. She couldn't stop herself from imagining what Thomas had just said. She could feel the intensity in his voice and could sense the seriousness of what he said. Thomas stared forward as if he didn't even realize the rager in his pants. 

The two ignored each other the entire work day until the end when Trista needed a ride to the bar to get her car. She waited by Thomas's car for him to get out. He was obviously running late and when he saw Trista he had a tired and flustered look on his face. He unlocked the doors of the car and put his laptop case into the back seat. He got in the driver's seat and Trista got in on the passengers side. She looked at Thomas curiously as he started up the car without saying a word.

"Hard day?" Trista asked.

"Harder than you think."

"What happened?"

"Last night. I shouldn't have said that. And I shouldn't have told you all that stuff this morning. All I wanted to do all day was bend you over your desk. If you don't mind I don't want to talk to you for a few days after I drop you off."

"Look I know you're confused but maybe all you need is a girlfriend."

"Are you available?"

"You know the answer to that."





After 25 Years



Just a short little story that was running around in my head. Thank you to my editors PapaKilo14 and Hal who clean up the mess I make. I'm an English teacher and they're better than me. Thanks to my beta readers Denny and Black Phoenix who keep me from making plot blunders and catch mistakes. I'm grateful.

*****

When you've been married twenty-five years there's very little that surprises you about your spouse. In many ways, Joey was the perfect wife. She's absolutely gorgeous. Tall, almost six feet, flame red hair that's just gotten streaks of blonde in it the last few years. That's going to be her grey, I guess. She's got amazing legs, big breasts that while not as firm as they were when she was twenty are still something out of fever dreams. Her ass is still round and curvy if just a tad flatter than it once was.

She does yoga and workout classes four days a week and her face is just incredible. She has big blue eyes, a little turned up nose and full, pouty lips. Her high cheekbones make her look like she should be on a runway somewhere and I think she could have if that's what she wanted to do. She didn't want that. She wanted to be married to me and be the mother of our two boys. I have no idea why. I guess she loves me. That's the only explanation that makes sense. I love her desperately.

I'm Benedict Corey, by the way; pastor of a large church in a small town in the Midwest. I met Joey when I was in seminary after I graduated from college. I was invited to speak at a local church and her father was a deacon there. I was 23 and she was 21. She worked in an office with a bunch of engineers and architects. All the young people from the church invited me to go to a haunted house downtown. It was Halloween and we had a blast. She hung out with me and we went through that spook house together and she squealed and squeezed up against me when one of the ghastly surprises would pop out. It felt very good to have that lush body up against me and I was happy to be the recipient of that attention.

I asked her out two weeks later and we never looked back. We dated for two years and I asked her to marry me. After being engaged for a year we had a big wedding in a rose garden and a whirlwind honeymoon. I got a position at a small church in a big city and over the next ten years I turned it into a big church in a big city. We waited ten years to have kids.

We struggled financially in those early years but we made it work. I became pretty popular as a speaker and we spent a lot of time on the road. The fifth year we were married we were home 29 days the whole year. We spent a lot of time in hotels and life was good. We drove everywhere we went and took our time coming and going, making mini-vacations out of every journey.

When Mason was born things slowed down some. We still traveled, but not as much. I should tell you that we weren't the typical pastor and his wife. We had a public persona and we kept that up. By ourselves, we were a very liberal couple and our sex life was incredible. We made love constantly and couldn't get enough of each other. We never involved other people, never even thought about it. We didn't do kinky stuff and only tried anal once. She hated it and I was perfectly happy with her hot little pussy and amazing mouth.

We drank when we wanted to, always at home and smoked a little weed every now and again. Don't get me wrong, we believed what I preached and I wasn't one of those sleazy scumbags you see on TV begging for money. We were as sincere as we could be; we just had some different ideas about what the good book said than other people did. I saw no need to advertise that fact. To me, Christianity was about love, not lemons and that's the way we lived our lives.

I wasn't a virgin when we got married. I was no Hugh Heffner, but I had slept with half a dozen women. I was under the impression she was a virgin. She was certainly tight enough to make that claim but I don't remember her bleeding or any hymen. Of course, I wasn't paying all that much attention.

I'm now 51, she's 49 and our kids are nearly adults. They take after her father. I'm six-four and 210 pounds. I played basketball in high school and college. Our boys are huge, thick and strong. Both of them are over 250 and taller than me. Football coaches drool over them.

Life was perfect and it all came crashing down. Maybe it was my fault but I was having a hard time handling what I learned. We were at her parents' house for Thanksgiving. Her mom took us shopping and she wanted to go to this thrift store in the neighborhood where Joey grew up. The boys and I were having a blast looking at the games they had for sale. They love those party games and we were getting a kick out of looking at "Scene It, Sex in the City edition."

Joey was wandering around and her mom was looking at dolls. She has a thing about old dolls. The clientele at that thrift store was a little sketchy. I saw this tall black guy sidle up to Joey and I started that way in time to catch some of the conversation.

"Joey, is that you?" he asked.

She looked at him and I could tell she didn't recognize him. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Damn, girl, you don't remember?" he said. "Bobby Johnson, you remember me. You sure looking good Joey. Last time I saw you was at that party. You was laying there naked on that bed with my load running out of you, high as a kite and waiting for the next guy."

She went as white as a ghost and I moved around behind a rack of coats. I could see her between the hangers as she looked around to see where I was. She saw the boys and her mom but not me.

"Bobby, I'm here with my husband," she said. "I remember who you are. Just go away and leave me alone."

"I still got that old video tape," he told her. "You want me to send it to you?"

"No, I just want you to leave me alone," she said. "Don't ever speak to me again."

She walked over to the boys and he followed her. That was a mistake. Mason looked up when she took his arm and saw Bobby following her.

"Mom, is this guy bothering you?" he asked. Lane stepped up on the other side of her and there were these two NFL sized young men glaring at him. He decided he didn't want any of that and left the store. I walked to the window and he got into an old white van. I punched the license number into my phone and went back to my family. Joey was looking shaken but I didn't say anything. We browsed around for a while longer and she kept shooting glances in my direction. I acted as normally as I could and we went back to her parents' place after a bit.

We were staying until Sunday evening. I was going to speak at her Dad's church so we had a few days. I called Jim Davis. Jim is a policeman I went to college with and we had stayed in touch down through the years. I got his daughter out of a nasty situation involving drugs, pregnancy and an abusive boyfriend and he told me if I ever needed anything I only had to ask.

I did ask and he ran that license plate for me. He gave me the address and insisted that he was going to help me. I really didn't have a plan other than I was going to get a certain video tape. He knew how to do this sort of thing, I didn't. I've been in two fights in my life. My record was 0-2. I was willing, but lacked the science. I don't lack the science now. I've tried martial arts but most of them seem like aerobic dancing to me, totally useless in a real fight. Judo seemed a little more useful and I was pretty good at it. The boys both wrestled and I was their test dummy so I knew a good bit about Greco/Roman wrestling too. I worked out at a gym with boxers and I've done a lot of work on the bags. I felt pretty good about winning a fight now. Not that I ever intended to get in one. I thought I'd be happy to kick Bobby Johnson's ass though.

I told the family I was going to the bookstore. I really was. I met Jim there and he told me how we were going to do the deed. He had black ski masks and leather gloves for us to wear. He was fuming when he heard the story. I knew he loved Joey for taking his daughter under her wing and helping her and he couldn't believe the story. He told me that if a tape existed we would get it.

He drove his patrol car and we parked outside the apartment building Johnson lived it. The van was there so it looked like he was home. When we got to the door there was music playing inside and Jim told me to put on the ski mask. He put his on and kicked in the door. Johnson was sitting on an old, dilapidated couch smoking a cigarette and watching TV. He jumped up when the door crashed in and Jim hit him with his Taser. He went down and flopped around a little on the floor. I closed the door and we used plastic zip ties to immobilize Johnson.

We put him on the couch with his hands behind him and he woke up in a few minutes. Jim slapped him a few times to get his attention.

"Where's the tape with Joey Branigan on it," I asked him.

"Don't know nothing about no tape," he mumbled.

I buried my fist in his gut. He choked and wheezed around for a while and I asked him again.

"I've been nice so far," I snarled. "I'm losing my patience. Where's the tape?"

"I ain't got it," he gasped. "I give it to my neighbor. He wanted to see that fine white pussy getting pumped."

I broke both little fingers and he screamed.

"You've got lots more fingers," I told him. "I'll start on other things when we run out."

"It's in that drawer," he was sobbing now.

I opened the drawer and there was an old VCR tape in there. I didn't even have a VCR but I knew there was an old one at my church.

"Listen, asshole," I was in his face. "If I hear you've ever talked to her again I'll come back and kill you. Do you understand? You're going to forget her name and that you ever heard of her."

He nodded vigorously. I had Jim hold his legs apart and I kicked him twice in the nuts. Jim jumped back as Johnson puked violently, his mouth open in a rictus of agony but no sound came out. We left him there and Jim drove me back to the bookstore. I hugged him and thanked him for everything. He patted my shoulder.

"It's me that owes you," he said. "I'll never forget what you did for Gwen and me. You need anything else you give me a call."

I put the tape in the spare tire compartment and went back to my family. I had no idea what I was going to do now. I fretted about it all weekend and I was pretty quiet on the way home. Joey could tell something was wrong but she didn't say anything in front of the boys.

They were just like they always were, arguing about music, sports, girls and movies. We laughed and talked for the whole three hour trip. Joey doesn't like to argue but it was the boy's favorite indoor sport. They'd make great debaters.

When we got home they went off to do things and it was come to Jesus time.

Joey sat me down on the sofa and curled that long, lovely body up against me. This was going to really suck. "Ben, I know something's bothering you," she said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

What the hell was I going to say? It was 25 years ago. More than that now, but I felt like I had been deceived for 25 years. I hadn't asked her about any of her life before we got married. It really didn't matter to me but this seemed like a pretty big deal. This seemed like something that I should have known about. I had told her all about my life. I hadn't gone into embarrassing detail but she knew all about me. I understood why she wouldn't want to talk about something like that but didn't I deserve to know? I doubt it would have changed anything if she had told me, but it might have. Didn't I have the right to know and make my decisions based on being given all the information? Then again, I loved my wife. I loved everything about her. Did it really matter what had happened 25 years ago before I met her? I didn't know. Did I really even want to know?

"Something is bothering me, Joey," I said. "I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it."

"Is it something I did?" she asked. "I don't remember anything, but if I did something to upset you I'm sorry."

"No, you didn't do anything," I told her. "It's me. I'm in a terrible quandary and I don't know what to do."

"Well, you have a wife that loves you and would die for you. You have two wonderful boys that love you and thousands of parishioners that would do anything for you. You're not alone."

I squeezed her luscious form up against me. "I know. I love you too, baby."

"Would making love to a hot woman help?" she pressed her breasts against my arm.

How could I turn that down? She was certainly a hot woman. She led me off to the bedroom and I slid down her zipper on the way. She let the little sun dress she was wearing slip to the floor and she lost the bra before she turned around. It had been nearly a week since we had an opportunity to make love and that was a long time for us. She lay back on the bed and she took my breath away. I knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her down until my head was between her firm thighs. I nipped at the crotch of her panties and they were wet. She squirmed and I slid my fingers under the waistband and slid them off. There her pussy was, pink and beautiful. The scent of her musk told me she was very aroused. I nibbled on the inside of her thighs and she began a slow writhe.

She raised up to me as my tongue slipped inside her, tasting the nectar she was leaking and tickling her inner lips. They opened up like flower petals and I caressed and teased them before plunging inside her tight little hole. I tongue fucked her for a while and her inner thighs were beginning to tremble. I moved up to the little button of her clitoris and nuzzled it with my lips and tongue. The trembling became more pronounced and when I sucked it inside and lashed it with my tongue she exploded. She gave a short little scream and clamped her thighs against my ears, thrusting at me and moaning my name over and over. As she began to come down I eased off on her clit and plunged one finger inside her. She was dripping wet and I gave her another finger, using my tongue all over that little pussy. I curled one of my fingers up inside her, finding that bundle of nerve endings and rubbing it vigorously as she blew up again.

I attacked her clit again as she started to come down and she groaned and strained against me, every muscle in her body going tight until she screamed, convulsing and bucking until I couldn't maintain contact with my tongue and lips.

She reached down and grasped my hand between her thighs, pulling my fingers out of her and then dragging me up while she scooted back up on the bed. "What were you doing?" she gasped. "You were killing me, Ben. Oh, wow, I haven't cum like that ever. I need you in me, baby." She reached down and grabbed my cock, pulling me up and placing me at her entrance. She groaned as I sank into her tight wetness. "Easy, baby, it's been a while. Oh, oh, I always forget how big you are."

I buried myself in her grasping sheath, reveling in the feel of her walls expanding around me until my pelvic bone was grinding on hers. We made slow, gentle love, kissing often and with her moaning breath in my ear. As our pace increased she was cumming constantly and it drove me over the edge and I pumped my soul inside her, spurting again and again until I couldn't move another muscle. We rolled onto our sides, still joined, and she panted for a minute. She moved until I slipped free and she spun around, taking me in her mouth and working on me until I was rock hard again. She mounted me and rode me to another amazing explosion of passion, falling forward to lie on top of me, her face tucked into my neck and her breath hot and heavy. We drifted in that limbo for maybe fifteen minutes and I felt her stir.

"Can you tell me now, Ben?" she whispered.

I gathered my courage. "Tell me about Bobby Johnson," I said.

She went completely still, not even breathing for half a minute. I felt her begin to shudder and then she was sobbing brokenly, weeping out the anguish of her heart and my heart was breaking too. She was unable to speak as her naked body shook and shuddered in my arms.

She couldn't recover. I held her and whispered love words in her ear until I felt her relax. I glanced down and she was asleep, her emotional and physical exhaustion claiming her. I just held her and thought my own private, deep thoughts. She slept for maybe thirty minutes, an occasional sob causing her to shudder, even in her sleep. I felt her begin to stir and I held her tightly.

She looked up at me and I could see an infinite sadness in the pools of her eyes. "I'm having a nightmare," she gasped. "I'm so sorry, Ben. I never wanted you to know. I'm so ashamed, so embarrassed, so full of regret and remorse right now that I don't even know what to say. I thought it was gone. It took me years to get over. I met you and it all just seemed like a bad dream. Your love made me forget. Then we went to that awful store and the nightmare began all over again. I'm so sorry, Ben. How do you know?"

"I heard him talking to you," I said quietly.

"How much did you hear?" she asked.

"Why do you want to know that?" I asked her. "Are you planning to lie to me, Joey? Are you trying to figure out how much you cannot tell me?"

She began to sob again. "No! I'm just so humiliated, Ben. You asked me about Bobby Johnson. Let me tell you. Bobby Johnson is about a very stupid, eighteen-year-old girl, a lot of drugs and alcohol, some very bad decisions and a lifetime of regret. It's about stupid ideas and naiveté and ignorance and shame, mostly it's about shame, Ben."

"I have a video tape, Joey," I told her.

She rolled off of me and sat up with a jerk. "Oh God no, Ben! Tell me you didn't watch that tape! How did you get it? What... oh, my God, Ben. Please tell me you didn't watch it."

"I didn't watch it, Joey. I got it from Bobby Johnson. He very much regrets having it. You'll never hear from him again."

"What have I done?" she wailed. "You didn't kill him? Please tell me you didn't kill him! Please God, don't let my husband be destroyed because of me!" she was hysterical.

I pulled her back down and held her close. "I didn't kill him, Joey. I hurt him until he gave me the tape. I hurt him some afterward too. He's nothing to us. What did you do, Joey that is so horrible you don't want me to see that tape?"

"I can't tell you," she wept. "You'll hate me. You'll never want to be with me again. It will destroy our family. I'm so afraid, Ben. Please don't divorce me. Please don't watch that tape."

"Joey, I've loved you for 25 years," I told her. "I love you today more than I ever have. The only thing that's between us is this terrible secret you've concealed from me. Don't you trust me, baby?"

"Yes, and I love you with all my heart," she cried out in anguish. "Please don't make me tell you."

"Then you don't trust me," I said.

"No, I do," she protested. "I'm so ashamed, Ben. I was young and stupid. I thought it was cool to have a black boyfriend. I was so proud that I was so liberal and enlightened. Then he told me if I really loved him I would want to experience drugs with him. You know how we feel about that. At first it was just weed, then it was coke. We did a lot of coke and I let him... I let him..." she broke down.

"He invited two of his friends. I was so high and so horny and so out of control that I let them... I... please Ben; don't make me say any more. I never saw him again. He tried to call me and talk to me but I wouldn't. I never saw him again until last week. I'm so sorry, Ben. I'm so ashamed and I was so stupid. Then I met you and it seemed like God had forgiven me and given me you. I hated what I did, Ben. I hated those men. It all seemed like it was going to be dramatic and exciting but it wasn't. It was just disgusting. They were disgusting. They were such racists! They talked so filthy about how my white pussy would love those big black cocks, but I didn't. They weren't either. Yours is way bigger. They were just pathetic and I was pathetic for thinking Bobby was anything but a loser. It's driving me mad, Ben. I can't talk any more about it."




After 25 Years



"It's okay, baby," I told her. "You don't have to say any more."

She sat up again and looked at me. "Do you hate me, Ben? Are you going to divorce me? I know I deserve it. I won't make it hard for you. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not going to divorce you, Joey," I said. "We weren't married. I hadn't even met you then. You don't deserve to be divorced over this. That's ridiculous. I don't hate you. I love you. I'm disappointed you didn't feel like you could tell me, but I understand, I guess. I know how you must have felt. We'll get over it."

"What are you going to do with the tape?" she asked.

"Do you think we should watch it together?" I asked.

"I will if you want to," she sobbed. "I don't want to watch it and I don't want you to either.

"What do you want to do with it?" I asked her.

"I want to destroy it," she said. "Will you let me, Benedict? Please, I'm begging you."

"Wait here," I told her. I pulled on some sweats and went to the car. Did I trust her? Was there more on that tape than she was telling me? Did she enjoy it? Was that what she didn't want me to see? Those thoughts were rumbling around in my head. It was making me crazy. I had to decide. I thought about the last 25 years.

Joey had been my best friend. She was the most amazing woman I ever met. She had stood by me through financial struggles, through work struggles and through every difficulty in our lives. She was loyal and beautiful and a perfect mother. As far as I knew she had never lied to me in 25 years. She hadn't told me about this, but I'd never asked her about her love life before we were married. She had been by my side almost constantly for a quarter of a century. We were hardly ever apart. We argued from time to time, but she was never unreasonable or cruel. She made me happy, consciously tried to make me happy and I was. My life would be empty without her. I believed my wife. I made a decision and I trusted her. She'd earned that trust and I was going to give it to her. I didn't want to see what was on that tape. I didn't need those images in my head. I took the tape and walked into our bedroom.

One look at her, sadness and hope in every line of her face and every attitude of her body told me that I was doing the right thing. I pulled her to her feet and gave her the tape. I took her other hand and we walked into the living room and stood in front of the fireplace. Coals glowed from the fire we had enjoyed earlier and I looked at her, the firelight playing over her gorgeous naked body.

"Throw it in," I told her.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I want to, but if you need to watch it to believe me, I understand."

"No, I believe you," I said. "Throw it in, Joey."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she threw the tape into the bed of coals. A flame burst out almost immediately and the plastic was quickly consumed. We watched as it melted and burned and she took my hand.

"Thank you, Ben," she murmured. "Come back to bed."

I held her and she cried a little more. "I don't deserve you, Ben," she said. "I'm going to though. I'm the luckiest woman on the planet. I'm going to thank God for you every day and I'm going to thank you too."

She thanked me twice more that night and I was thankful too. Sometimes your spouse surprises you, even after 25 years.



After 25



"Well I don't really want any body else. So I don't think a girlfriend is going to help me out in any aspect of life."

Trista could feel as Thomas sped up the car and the ride was silent. When they pulled into the bar parking lot Trista got out of the car without saying a word. Thomas pulled her back and aimed to kiss her cheek but instead got her smack dab on the lips. Trista's mind was wiped complete of thought for a few seconds during the embrace. As she realized what was happening she pulled away and went to her car. She drove off and raced home.

Trista drove home with everything weighing heavily on her mind. She pulled into her driveway noticing Roy's car missing from its original parking spot. She pulled up next to the empty spot and walked inside. The house was completely dark and on the door was a note :Went to Rashaad's house for a quick game. I'll be back around eight I think. Might be longer depending on how good we do.

Trista took the paper down and crumbled it up. She threw it on the ground and walked inside. She tried to turn on the living room light as she stepped in but they didn't come on. Trista flicked the switch then just gave up. She went into the kitchen and tried the lights in there. Again they weren't working. 

"What the hell." Trista went to the bedroom and jumped when she heard the next door neighbor's huge rottweiler barking. She shrugged it off telling herself that that dog barked at everything that moved. She kept changing out of her work clothes and walked out into the living room. She sat down on the couch and reached for the remote. She tried to turn on the tv but it had slipped her mind that she was out of power. She decided to get up and go back to the room. 

As she was making her way to the room Trista heard the front door slam shut. She looked down the hallway and and saw no one standing at the front door. Her heart was beginning to race as she tried to talk herself to calm down. She walked to the front door and opened it up to peak out. She had the door open just a crack when she felt someone grab her from behind. She tried to turn around and fight them but a cloth was put over her eyes and tied behind her head. She continued to struggle making the man force her arms behind her back and tie her hands up. 

She tried to scream but the man was too quick. She was allowed to get out a quick peep before a glove covered hand was placed over her mouth. Her head was kept facing forward as Trista was walked to the bedroom. She was thrown face down on the bed. In a course unrecognizable voice the man said, "Stay down! I'll be right back."

The man came back in the room. Trista had no idea what was going on as the man lit a candle and put it on the nightstand by the bed. He then climbed on top of Trista's back and lifted her head up.

"Open." He demanded. Trista did as she was told and the man shoved another cloth in her mouth. He pushed her head back down. He rolled Trista over onto her back and tore open her shirt. He could see in the candle light as a couple buttons actually came off and fell into the bed. The man looked down and fondled Trista's tits through her bra before just grabbing each cup individually and pulling them clear apart to fully expose her breasts. He fondled them for a little while and sucked on the nipples. Trista's heart was still racing as the man's prickly facial hair scraped against her chest and he worked his way down from her nipples to her waist. 

The man stopped and looked down at the work pants. He reached down and with one hand undid the button and zipper. He got off the bed and flipped Trista over onto her stomach. While she was in this position the man pulled Trista's pants off and looked down at her bare ass in a pair of tiny black thongs. He grabbed her by the inner of her thigh and pulled her so that her ass was facing the candlelight. The man glared at the ass before kneeling behind it and unzipping his pants. He took his cock in one hand and with the other he stuck his fingers inside Trista's pussy. He fingered her rather roughly before pushing her forward and sticking his face in between her legs. He started to lick the surrounding area then stuck his tongue delicately between her lips. He caressed the area with his tongue before sticking it directly in. 

Trista came almost automatically and her heart was racing now from a mixture of fear and pleasure. She felt as the man took his cock and wiped it across her ass before sticking it in place of where his lips were. He slid the head of his dick in between the soaking wet lips before forcing it in with a good hard shove. He pounded Trista as she screamed and cried with the cloth in her mouth. She bucked to get him off but only made the man grow harder and her pussy became wetter and wetter. She was beginning to enjoy the roughness but couldn't stop herself from fighting back. 

The man took his cock out of her pussy and lined it up with her ass. He was slow and gentle as he slipped into the tight asshole. He watched as Trista bucked some more and tried to roll over. The man pushed her back down and shoved his shaft all the way in. He waited for the hole to get used to his cock before sliding it out a little bit and pushing it back in. He worked his way in and out watching as Trista only became more and more submissive to the feeling. She placed her head down and looked sideways on the bed as she felt the man's dick pumping and throbbing inside her. He let out a moan and fell forward on top of her. He rested his sweaty head on her back as the last bit of cum was deposited in her ass. He then pulled out slowly and flipped Trista over.

Trista was shaking a bit but the fearful look on her face had faded as she came down from one of the most enveloping orgasms of her life. She felt as the man got over her and kissed her lightly on the nape of her neck before working up to her ear. He let out a small sigh and whispered in a low sensual voice, "Happy birthday."

"Roy?" Trista asked a bit angry and a bit relieved. 

Roy lifted the cloth off Trista's eyes and gave her a smile in the candle light. "You always said that you had a rape fantasy and what better time to make a fantasy come true then the day after you royally screw up on their birthday."

"I knew it was you."

"Yeah right." Roy laughed. "When did you figure that out?"

"When you kissed me."

"The first or the last time?"

"The last. You always kiss the same spot after every time we make love."

"I really am sorry about the whole birthday mess."

"Look don't worry about it."

Roy untied Trista's hands and went outside to the fuse box where he turned back on the power. When he came back in the room he saw Trista lying in bed, under the covers. Her head was rested on the pillows and she was staring at him. He looked over at her and developed the biggest smile on her face.

"What?" Trista asked.

"How could I end up with someone's so beautiful?"

"Well aren't you the little charmer. Get over here and lay with me." Trista demanded as she patted the bed beside her. Roy climbed on to the bed and looked down at Trista while on all fours. She just stared up at him with fluttering eyelashes. It was plain to see that she was in love and Roy kissed her lightly on the forehead. He laid down on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

"What do you think about when we have sex?" Roy asked bluntly.

"I don't really think. If I think too much then I can't enjoy sex."

"Yeah I remember trying to fuck you when you were working on that budget project. I thought I never would get it in then when I did I could tell you were distracted. But what I meant with the question was, am I the one on your mind?"

"You're the one in me and that's the only thinking I have to do. What's up with these questions."

"Have you and Thomas ever fucked?"

"What?" Trista snapped as she shot up off the bed. She got off the bed and looked down at Roy. He was trying to get back up so that he could look at her as well. He stood on his knees and reached out to place his hands on Trista's shoulder. 

"I didn't mean to upset you with the question."

"What was your question meant to do then. You know the answer to that question so if you're accusing or suspecting me of something then you just might want to get it all out now."

"I just don't like the fact that you guys are so close. You do more things with him than you do with me."

"Yeah but sex isn't one of those things. Most of the time we go out drinking. I help him try and find a girlfriend and he acts as my body guard to make sure that no guys try to come on to me. And if you must know, the way he gets men to get away from me is he says he's my husband."

"Have you ever in your life, even before you and I got together or got married?"

"We made out and I sucked his dick. We were in the twelfth grade and he was getting over a break up. I went over to his house as a supportive friend. We had a little pot and some alcohol and got a little touchy feely. Next thing you know we're kissing and I'm working my way down his body until I was down on my knees in front of him. That was like eight years ago though. We didn't talk to each other for like two years after that until we started working together."

"Why didn't you ever tell me this before."

"Because you had no problem with the fact that I had a guy friend. I liked the fact that I could go out and have some fun without being accused of sleeping with the guy I went out with. I liked the fact that I had that trust from you. But however I knew that if you knew that something had happened between Thomas and I you wouldn't have been as trusting. You know I would never do anything behind your back. At least I thought that you knew that. Whatever though. I'm just going to go sleep on the couch."

"Please don't. Look I'm sorry."

Trista walked over to the dresser. She got dressed in a pair of Capri pajama pants and a tee shirt. Roy sat down on the bed and watched as Trista grabbed her pillow off the bed and went out the door. She set the pillow at the end of the couch and pulled the throw blanket off the back. She laid down and turned on her side to face the back of the couch. She found it near impossible to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through her mind. She listened to the night stillness as she tried to clear her mind. 

After about an hour Trista was about to give up and turn on the TV. She rolled over and started searching for the remote. She could hear the TV in her room reciting the same sounds Trista had heard so many times before. She got up and silently walked to the bedroom door and began listening as Roy talked to his friend's on the head set. 

"No I'm fine dude its just, you know Trista kind of got a little mad when I asked a question. I mean.... yeah I know that's what I asked her about and..... well she gets sensitive about that kind of stuff. I try and do nice things for her but I guess I don't try hard enough. Maybe it would be better if she was with that bastard. He would certainly have more time for-"

Trista opened up the door and Roy paused the game. He looked over at her and she walked over to stand in front of him. He smiled and she straddled his lap. She kissed him and he put his controller down on the bed. Roy put his hands on Trista's back. She kissed his neck then went back to kissing him. She pushed him down on the bed and he pulled her down on top of him. He felt up her back as they kissed then rolled her over. 

"Let me finish this round and we can go to bed."

"No rush. I just want you to know that I'm never gonna leave you especially not for someone like Thomas."

Trista walked back to the living room and grabbed her pillow. By the time she came back in the room the TV and X Box were off.The lamp on the night stand was the only thing still on. Roy was lying at the top of the bed. He motioned for Trista to come over and she jumped onto the bed. She threw her pillow down and put her head on it. She turned on her side and looked at Roy who ran his hand through her hair.

"I'm sorry."

"Look forget about it." Trista couldn't help but feel guilty. She wanted to shout out everything about the last couple days. She wanted him to know the things Thomas had said and she wanted him to know about the kiss. However something was stopping her. She knew that virtually none of it was her fault but that wouldn't stop Roy from blaming her.

She decided to keep it all a secret and cuddled up to Roy. He put his arm around her and she turned her back to him. He pressed his body up against hers and she could feel his steadily stiffening cock against her ass. She looked back and gave her husband a quick kiss. He moved his pelvis back away from Trista a bit then pressed it forward slowly again. He repeated this motion a couple more times before he heard Trista let out a light sigh. He stopped then reached over her. He grabbed her breast and began playing with her rock hard nipples.

"Somebody's a little revved up."

"I'm not the only one." Trista reached behind her without turning her body and grabbed Roy's rock hard shaft. She ran her hand up and down it a couple times before Roy moved his hand down and stuck his fingers inside her pussy.

"Do you want it?"

"I just want you. If your dick is involved then its all good. If not then at least I still have you to lie next to."

"Aw."

Roy pulled Trista's panties down and stuck his fingers back into her pussy. He waited until he could feel Trista soaking his hand before taking his cock and ramming it in her. She moaned as he entered her and with every thrust she moaned and sighed some more. She threw her face into the pillow and tried to silence herself. Roy began ramming her harder and harder until he felt a spurt of liquid shoot out of Trista hitting the blaknet and some splashing onto his leg. He kept going at the same force but a faster pace and Trista tried to contain herself as she squirmed and climaxed releasing more liquid. 

Roy slowed the pace a little bit to give Trista time to relax and calm down. When she finally let her head fall back into the pillow comfortably, Roy sped up. He went faster and faster again feeling Trista's body tremble and more liquid came out. She let out a loud scream like sigh as Roy felt his own orgasm coming on. He got to his fastest speed before pulling out and shooting a large load onto Trista's ass and side. He fell onto his back and Trista got up to wipe herself clean. She turned on the light and grabbed a tissue from the box on the dresser. She wiped off all the cum then climbed into bed to cuddle back up with Roy.

"Twice in one night in less than a two hour period. Damn I'm good." Roy boasted.

"Oh and I have no part in this?"

"Well you were the girl that was being rammed."

"You know that I usually can't go that often in such a short period of time."

"Oh please."

"What?"

"If I could be hard twenty four hours a day, every day; you would be on my dick until you couldn't feel your lower half. Even then you would still ride me. Come on you love my cock and you love sex. "

"You're probably right but I'm not as big of a nymph as you just described."

"Pretty damn close."

Trista rolled her eyes even though she knew Roy couldn't see her. She was smiling as she pressed up against Roy and got her legs away from the wet spot from her cum. She fell asleep in Roy's arms. 

The following morning Trista got to sleep in. She was expecting to wake up with Roy still sleeping beside her. He had the same day off and this was the day they had originally planned to celebrate Trista's birthday. She turned over on her side and felt the bed. She woke up immediately when she found that she was in bed alone. She got up walked out to the kitchen to get her coffee when she passed by Roy playing on the X Box. 

"Really." Trista asked as she walked into the living room. Roy was sitting on the couch with his head set on and a cup of coffee sitting on the floor beside his feet. "Morning." 

"Oh hey babe. How did you sleep?"

"Good. So this is how you're going to spend your day off?"

"Look I woke up before you and figured I would get the gaming out of my system before you got up and then we could spend the entire day together."

"Whatever."

"Oh and before I forget, Rashaad and Darren are coming over later today."

"And what time do they plan on leaving? Don't forget I have to work tomorrow."

"You know that I know the rules."

"Yeah but you seem to think that just because you don't go to work until ten in the morning versus my eight in the morning, you feel that its alright to stay up til ridiculous hours playing video games with your little friends."

"You seem a little cranky maybe you should go back to bed."

"Actually I'm just gonna go, get dressed and take a walk."

Trista walked into the bedroom. She went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black jogging pants. She pulled out a plain white tee shirt and a red zip up sweater. She got dressed and walked outside. It was at times like this that she would begin on her way down toward Thomas' house and spend a couple hours just drinking. She knew though that she couldn't go to Thomas's house for the sake of herself and her marriage.

Trista walked in the opposite direction which was heading more in the direction of her job. She passed a couple others who were enjoying the nice day. There was a woman walking a large black lab and an older man was doing a morning jog. Trista smiled politely at all the people. It was kind of nice to be forgetting about the life outside of the house and work.

Trista was walking down the road when she saw Thomas turning the corner heading straight towards her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her actions were mirrored when Thomas noticed her. He looked at her then just continued to walk. When he passed by Trista she turned around to face him. "Thomas!"

"What?" he stopped but didn't turn around. 

"Are we really gonna go back to when we were in high school?"

"I just don't want to see you right now."

"Yeah that's what you said after I gave you head and we didn't talk after that until we started working together. Come on we're not teenagers any more."

"What do you want from me? I can't say that I want you because you're my friend and I can't say that I love you because you're married. I can't be around you because I know that all I want to happen is for me and to hook up. I can't win in this situation and neither can you. Now if you don't mind I want to get out of here. I think I have made enough of an ass out of myself."

"Look I'm sorry alright. I wish I knew how to apologize for something like this but I don't. Maybe I could go get into a car accident and become so disfigured that you wouldn't be able to look at me let alone be in love with you. My husband already doesn't want my companionship so what would it mean to me. I would at least have my friend back."

Thomas was stunned by this response. He could feel a pain deep down in him. He was throwing a friend away for raw emotions. He walked over to Trista and pulled her in for a hug. She had her hands at her side at first but she slowly raised them and put them around his back. Thomas rested his chin on her head and squeezed her in tight. 

"When did my life become such a wreck. It's like I turn twenty five and it all goes in the shitter. Or maybe it was just always falling down around me and I never noticed until now."

"Look Trista I can find a way around my feelings. You're right we aren't teenagers anymore and can't let dumb things interfere with our friendship. We have to get passed that kind of stuff. Is it easy? No. But if we have to, we do it. Now what I want from you is to act like the last two days never happened. We never went out and got drunk, I never said any of the things that I did and we never kissed. None of it happened, do you hear me?" 




After 25



"Yes."

"Now go home and show Roy that you love him."

"Wish I could but he's too busy playing video games with his friends. God forbid I get in the way of that."

"Then how about you come to my house and we watch movies or something."

Trista could have stopped right there. She could have turned around and went home but she let herself go to Thomas's house. There was no way after all of that he would try and make a move. Trista walked beside Thomas and once they were in the house Thomas grabbed a bottle of vodka. Trista figured, what better way to forget the past two days than to drink them away. 

Once their drinks were poured the two sat on the couch. They talked about old times at school and work. They got lost in the past and after a couple hours they were each holding a pretty good buzz. Thomas looked over at Trista as they talked about the night during their senior year. Thomas smiled and put his hand on the side of Trista's face.

"I remember that night. You made me feel so good that I completely forgot about that stupid ex of mine. If only you could do that again." Thomas moved his hand toward the back of Trista's head and started trying to push her head down. She ducked out from under his hand and looked up at him. "Come on Trista no one would ever find out and maybe it would satisfy my urge."

"You were given hands for a reason. Look I only came here because I thought that you weren't going to try anything. Look I have to go back to Roy."

"No don't go I'm sorry."

Trista walked out of the house. She was crying and her path was a little less than straight but she still made it home safely. Roy was on the couch with his friends and Trista just stumbled into the bedroom falling face first onto the bed. She crawled up to the pillows and rested her head into them. She was asleep for almost four hours when she woke up it was almost five in the afternoon. She could still hear Roy and his friends in the living room. She sat up and rolled her eyes. When she looked down she saw that she was covered up and a note was beside her on the pillow. 

Trista picked up the note and read it. 

Trista didn't want to wake you up. I could tell you had a rough time and I just wanted you to sleep it off. Look hopefully you're up tonight at ten o'clock because I want to show you how much you mean to me. 

-Love Roy

Trista folded up the note and stuck it into her pillowcase. She walked out to the living room again pretty unnoticed. She cleared her throat and Rashaad looked over. He tapped Roy on the shoulder and they looked over in unison. Roy smiled as he looked at Trista wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of black thongs that were covered just barely by the tee shirt.

"Would you boys mind if I took my husband for a little visitation?"

"No he's all yours." 

Rashaad and Darren watched as Trista walked Roy out of the room. She led him to the hallway and pushed him against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long passionate kiss. He placed his hands on her back and ran them up and down repeated throughout the entire embrace. The kiss lasted at least two minutes and it took just that for Trista to feel a hard on poking out of Roy's pants. She looked down and smiled. "I guess I'll see you two at ten tonight."

Trista tried to walk away but Roy pulled her back. He kissed her again and picked her up. He spun her around and slammed her against the wall. He pulled the string of her thongs over and unzipped his pants while still holding Trista against the wall. He kissed her neck as he inserted himself and rammed her while keeping her elevated using the wall to keep her up. The two were so distracted by each other that they didn't even notice when Rashaad and Darren started watching.

Rashaad went back and sat on the couch

"I don't know about you but I would love a girl like Trista. She allows Roy to play video games when ever he wants, she gives him sex every night and she isn't bad to look at either."

"Maybe we should get out of here and let them have their hallway privacy."

"Yeah maybe we should."

When Trista and Roy walked out into the living room and saw the empty spots. Trista looked at Roy then sat down on the couch. Roy sat beside Trista and picked up one of the controllers. He put on a match and Trista was about to sit back to watch. However Roy jumped behind her and sat down. She looked over her shoulder as he placed her hands on the controller. He started the game for her and with his hands on top of hers he helped her play. After a couple minutes she pushed his hands off of hers and played on her own. 

"I'm getting a little turned on again. Ready for round two?"

"I just started playing." Trista said with a smile as she quickly turned around. Roy smiled back and gave her a kiss on the neck before grabbing the controller next to him and joined the game.

The End



After 3 Months



I'm in the car on the way to his house and I can feel on my thighs how wet I am. It's been months since we've fucked, him dealing with some emotional bullshit and pulling away and me giving up on it. But we'd rekindled the flirtation and I was sure as hell going to rekindle the fucking. 

I stop my car on the main street by the corner with his street and hop out. My knee high boots make a satisfying click with the stiletto heel as I walk down the hill toward his house. I pass three, four, five houses and then it's his. My heart leaps into my throat as I knock on the door, what if he's not here, what if he's with someone else, this is stupid. But its too late to go back now. 

He opens the door and I feel like my panties are soaked through. This is going to work.. 

"You busy?" 

"No," he answers as he runs his hands through his salt and pepper hair. I think he doesn't quite know why I'm here. But I do.

"Can I come in?" He steps back to let me through and I see his eyes skim over my body. My black coat is open showing a grey wool dress, and I see his eyes change as he reaches the hem of the dress as it rubs along my bare thighs, disappearing into black leather boots. I walk past him slightly but turn as he closes the door.

And then I'm up against him, pushing him against the closed door, my mouth is on his but really I'm feeling him with my entire body, my breasts are pushed up against his hard chest, my stomach can feel him breathing against me, and my pelvis is rocking up against his thigh. He's got my coat on the floor in seconds and his hands are caressing my ass, grabbing at my back, running down the backs of my thighs. It feels like he has hundreds of hands, I don't know how just the two can be in so many places. After a minute, I hold him away and step back. 

"You said the next time we have sex we should be sober. I was sober, so I decided to stop by." I tell him as I walk down the hall toward his living room. I don't know if he's confused that I've passed the bedroom, but I have plans for the day and they do not include a bed. 

"That was kind of you." He answers as I disappear into the living room. He hasn't followed right behind me so I have a minute to pull off my dress before he comes back into view. He walks into the room to find me in a simple black bra, black cotton panties, and still my high heeled boots. He walks over and starts running his hands down my sides, but that's not part of the plan, so I push him onto the couch. 

Again our mouths meet, but this time I'm hovering over him, legs spread over his lap, my hands in his hair, pulling his head up to meet mine. His hands are running up and down my thighs, squeezing my ass, caressing the small of my back. His fingers get closer and closer to the hem of my panties, and I have to come up for air. There's nothing I want more than to have his fingers inside me, but I'm going to make us both wait. Today is going to be worth it. 

I yank off his shirt and run my hands along his chest for a minute. I've always liked how solid he his, even though he's small and slender. He probably can't lift me but his chest still feels solid against my palms. I move my hands slowly down til my fingers are exploring under his jeans. 

"These," I say as I pull at the jeans, "need to come off." He obliges as I get up to move the coffee table to a safer location. Once it's safely off to the side I kneel in front of him and kiss my way up his thighs, skipping over his boxers and kissing across his stomach and down the other leg. 

I look up and his eyes have fallen closed. The stay closed as I snake a hand up his left leg, under his boxers, and start playing with his balls. His hand entangles itself in my hair, caressing my neck the way that drives me insane. I can't stand this much longer, I'm going to need his hands on me. I climb back up onto the couch, making sure he can feel the leather of my boots against his naked legs. I move my panties aside just enough to slip one finger all the way inside me and back out again. I put my finger against his lips and he takes it hungrily into his mouth. 

"I've been wet for hours now, looking forward to this. You're going to need to do something about that." 

Its all the permission he needs and suddenly two fingers are inside me gently probing as his thumb circles teasingly around my clit. 

"Hours, huh?" I can only moan a response as his thumb makes maddeningly slow circles in time to the soft push of his fingers in and out of my cunt. "I'm wondering how many hours I can keep you wet." 

I know at this tempo it would be many, many hours and I let out a soft wimper. He laughs and pulls my hips closer to him with his free hand. Slowly, too slowly, he pulls my panties aside and my lips apart, and it seems like days before his tongue actually makes contact with my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. He's slow, still, circling, pressing, releasing, probing. Nothing fast, nothing that makes my breathing shallow and fast so I breathe in deeply and moan out slowly, minute after minute. Then one finger slides slowly inside me, and out again. Once, twice, three times, and then it's replaced by two. The pattern keeps going except I never know how many fingers it will be, sometimes one sometimes four, the slow methodical surprises keep going until I'm writhing against his mouth with half curses half moans escaping from my mouth without any thought whatsoever. And then he pulls me away. 

"Easy sweetheart, I'm going for hours here." I bite his ear to show my frustration and agreement, and step back. I pull my panties down and step out of them one foot at a time. 

"Bra too?" He asks almost plaintively, like a school boy catching a forbidden look behind the gym. I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground, but my boots stay on. He stands and takes me by the hips, guiding me onto the couch, laying me down. He's laying on top of me, kissing my mouth, my neck, my chest, my breasts, my hips. I lose all track of time as I can feel his slight stubble running along my entire body. My cunt aches to be full again as the rest of my skin shivers in its new-found attention. Finally his hand finds my cunt and again begins the slow circles, spreading my wetness around every crevice. Tiny bites on my breasts, his tongue playing across my nipples, his breath on my stomach, his stubble on my neck. I'm writing underneath him, but finally it's too much. 

"Fuck me, please. Please fuck me now." It's all I can say. Like a broken record, but its the only words I can form in my head. He growls a laugh into my ear and says "hold on a minute baby." I can hear him getting a condom from the bedroom and the moment respite reminds me of the plan I had in the car, driving here. He comes back to find me on my knees, leaning against the arm of the couch. He doesn't waste time nestling in behind me and rolling on the condom. Our foreplay is definitely over as he shoves into me, fucking me hard and fast from the beginning. But I reach back to grab his hand and bring it around in front of me. He understands and his fingers find my clit again. This time it isn't the slow maddening circles but a hard frenzied rub that's exactly what we both need. As he pounds in and out of me I lose all knowledge of the world around me, focusing only on the feeling building right behind my pelvis. It grows and grows and soon I"m not moaning, not breathing, not doing anything besides waiting for the feeling to break over me. It finally does and I'm moaning a deep down guttural sound and shaking against him. It pushes him over the edge and within seconds he's slumped over my back breathing hard. We disentangle ourselves and lay out on the couch, still catching our breath. 

"Lets not wait 3 months for that to happen again, ok?" 

"I so, incredibly promise," he responds.



After 30 Years of Marriage



After 30+ years of marriage, our sex life had become routine. My husband wanted to spice it up. It excited us for him to take sexy photos of me as a prelude to sex, but, after several years of that, Bob wanted to add adventure.

In my 50s, I doubted my sex appeal. My husband often pointed out that I am petite but "stacked" with 36D breasts, which remain full and firm. They may hang down, because of their weight, but they aren't flabby. My hips balance them at about 36". Bob says I still have nice legs. 

A woman friend, who is much younger than I, said to me, "Show your shape! You have good legs! Why not show them?" 

I am told I have a pretty and youthful face, looking about ten years younger than my age.

Both men and women have told me that I have beautiful skin, with a blonde's fair complexion. I treat it with expensive creams and moisturizers. I avoid the sun, because it ages the skin; if I go into the sun, I use a high quality sunscreen. While tanned skin is very popular with girls and young women, and men seem to like tanned legs, my husband thinks that bare, un-tanned womanflesh is very sexy because it looks more naked. Besides, if a woman has beautiful skin, why gild it with the sun or cover it with tattoos?

While my husband corrupted me sexually, he wasn't responsible for one of my vices: I already liked to drink, long before I met him. Alcohol made me very casual and informal, if you know what I mean. One afternoon, Pete, an older former student of mine, now about 30, who had become our friend, was visiting. I suppose he had been one of my teacher's pets. 

I had gotten out of the shower and was drying myself when I heard Bob talking. Our bathroom was just off the kitchen. From its doorway, I could see straight ahead all of the kitchen and, left, part of the living room. Thinking Bob was on the phone, I stepped naked into the doorway and saw that the phone was not in use. Then, I heard Pete's voice. Fortunately, they were in the living room.

Wrapped in a bath towel, I joined them in the living room to say hello. They were having drinks, so I had to have one. I went into the kitchen to make my coffee lover's special: a Black Russian; I made it 2 parts 100 proof Smirnoff vodka, "diluted" with 1 part 40 proof Kaluah. I took a big swig; it was just right. I returned to the living room and my recliner, facing Pete, who sat on the couch. Bob sat in his recliner to my left, at the other end of the coffee table between us. I stood by my recliner, took another swig, and bent forward to place my drink on the table. 

Pete grinned and said, "Be careful your towel doesn't fall off!" 

I turned to face him, laughed and said, indicating my big tits, "These will hold it up!"

I sat in the chair, showing a lot of my legs, the booze making me carefree. Soon, I finished off the drink, and went to make another. 

Bob said, "Jenny, you'd better slow down! Why don't I make you a whiskey and ginger ale?"

I said, "Okay, but I'll make it." The whiskey was only 80 proof; I knew Bob would put in only one shot, but I liked a double. As I returned to the living room, my towel seemed to be slipping a little: yes, half of my boobs were showing. What the hell! I was feeling a nice buzz. 

We had a lively discussion and laughed a lot. When I finished that drink, I decided it was time to get dressed. Part of the towel was stuck in the chair, pulling it off when I stood up. 

Our friend just laughed and said, "I told you so!" 

I faced him and said, "So what?" flaunting my tits and cunt (at least it wasn't shaved bare) before walking naked back to the bathroom to dress. I left the bathroom door wide open to overhear what they were saying. 

Bob said, "Jenny gets sexy when she's had a few drinks!" 

Pete replied, "I'll say! No offense, but, suddenly my jeans are too tight!" 

"I don't blame you. I have a hardon, too!" They laughed. 

Bob chastised me later. "Spare the cock and spoil the woman," he'd say.

My husband Bob persuaded me to play with our friend and neighbor, Joe, who is our age and a very horny guy. His wife is fat and frumpy. To improve his sex life during a long marriage, he had fucked other women. Although I didn't realize it until much later, Bob decided to find out if Joe would like to fuck me. 

We were going to spice up our sex lives. First, I posed for sexy photos Bob took to show Joe. Then, I read Joe's e-mail replies. When I told Joe I was glad he liked my pictures, his e-mails went from sexy comments about my body to dirty remarks about my sexiness and what he'd like to do to me. 

In spring and summer, we would drive to his house. I'd wear a short skirt and low-cut top. While I sat in the car, Joe would look me over and ask me to show him my bra and panties. I always obliged him. Sometimes, Joe would come over to see more, and Bob encouraged me to show off. One day, I thanked Joe for helping Bob carry and assemble my new exercise bike by dressing for him and flirting. He got me to take my blouse and bra off for him. I got excited and stripped my miniskirt off, as well, showing him everything but what my bikini panties covered. I drew the line at touching, however.

Bob convinced me that we needed to enliven our sex lives. If I didn't make myself continually exciting to my husband (exciting myself in the process, for an excited woman is a more exciting woman) he might start fucking other women. I preferred doing whatever excited him and enjoying myself as well. Finding other women to put out to him would be much more difficult than developing my sexuality. I'd thought that some women were born to be highly sexed and most were not. I discovered that, with Bob's help, I could become highly sexed, enjoy sex more and enjoy more sex.

Another time, I put on a fashion show of my new summer dresses. Bob took some photos, but Joe wanted to pose me and photograph me. His enthusiasm excited me enough that, when he asked me to bare my breasts, I did. He liked them a lot, getting such close-ups that he could have reached out to touch them. Then, he said he wanted to make my nipples as erect as possible, reaching for them, and I let him tweak them until they tingled. 

Eventually, with my husband's eager encouragement and a couple of strong drinks, I let Joe feel me up until he got me excited enough to let him fuck me. Seeing me excite another man so much and be so excited myself made my husband much more excited about me. After Joe had me, Bob eagerly fucked me, too. See our story, "Enriching Our Sex Lives."

Whenever I stop to think about it, I'm amazed at myself. I seem to be two people: one a woman leading the conventional life and the other a sexual adventuress. How I've changed! Yet the original me remains, following the routines of daily life. I know several women who are divorced or widowed. They don't seem to have sex lives. Instead, they have lots of "girlfriends" and "hen" parties.

Maybe these unattached women are so constricted by their circle of female friends that they don't dare have a sexual adventure. Maybe married friends of a sexually active single woman, who is not attached to one man, would view her as a threat. They would be less likely to suspect a married woman.

We began having weekly sex parties with Joe. I would wear something short and cut low. Bob would serve me two double whiskies and ginger ale (without sugar). Alcohol seems to reduce many women's inhibitions. It makes us more compliant to please the men. It also gives us an excuse to do what we may subconsciously crave, and we can blame it on the drinks. 

They would have me sit between them on our couch. I shared a leg and a tit with each of them. They felt me up and stripped me naked. Feeling their hands all over my naked body and their mouths on my tits and cunt got me excited enough to let them take turns fucking me. They called me their sex goddess. I found sex much more exciting with two men lusting for me.

Bob had been sharing me with Joe for about a year, and we all reaped benefits. Except for the first time Joe had possessed me, and our frenzied coupling that ensued, his hunger for me seemed undiminished. His sexual desire would build up for a week, until he had to have me again. 

He said, "Jenny, my life is dull. The only exciting part, what gives me something to look forward to every week, is another hot date with you."

Joe delighted in stripping me naked and admiring my legs, tits, ass, and delta of Venus, his pleasure enhanced by seeing that I enjoyed displaying my body to such an ardent admirer. Of course, Joe enjoyed even more feeling me all over, my soft, luscious curves and beautiful skin, while he inflamed my desire until I succumbed. 

Joe got an extra thrill from showing us how well he could fuck me. He had a bigger cock than Bob. At first, I feared that it would be too much, but he always made sure I was wet and ready. I sucked on his cock to lubricate it. He entered me slowly, and I became very excited as my cunt gradually accommodated him. With the tip of his cock against my cervix, he would stop to savor our union. I felt his cock twitching in my grip. 

Then, he would fuck me slowly, so that my cunt could appreciate every inch he was giving me. When he fucked me harder and faster, he usually made me cum. I suppose Joe's wife liked to think that he had lost interest in sex, as she had. I thought her a fool not to do whatever she could to excite this virile man to do to her what he was doing to me.

My favorite position was on my back, where I could watch my lovers enjoy me, and I could show them my enjoyment. I thought that was making love. Doggy style was just sex, animalistic coupling. However, they occasionally, after plying me with alcohol, got me to perform on my hands and knees on floor, playing a bitch in heat for them, shamelessly satisfying our natural urges. 

They really enjoyed seeing my big tits dangling as I sucked on one cock as if it were the most delicious treat while emitting muffled exclamations as I received vigorous thrusts from the other member of the team. I exulted in my power to have two men fuck me at the same time. After all, one man can't fuck two women at the same time. Sexually, I was equal to two men, maybe more, when I thought of the gangbang videos Bob showed me. We preferred the amateurs doing it for fun to the pros doing it for money.

They made me feel very sexy and desirable. I thought about sex a lot more, not just when Bob reminded me. Joe said I should go on the Southern Charms website. I said I doubted I'd appeal to any but older men. 

Joe replied, "The way you look in a short skirt with your beautiful legs and showing a nice sample of your big, beautiful tits, a lot of horny young guys would like to get their hands on you and give you a good fucking! I bet some of your male students have their eyes glued on your body when you walk back and forth in front of class!" 

I teach college English.

After Joe left, Bob asked, "Have any of your male students ever flirted with you, or have you noticed any ogling you?" 

With the age differences, although I do have some older students, I didn't expect any such attention. 

"I haven't noticed what I'd consider flirting. I am popular with students, boys and girls."

"Do you remember that male student who hung around you a lot, the one you suspected had stolen your cloche hat?"

"Oh, yes! I loved that hat! It was so soft and flexible."

"Maybe he wanted to rub his cock on it while he thought about your body, since he couldn't steal your panties."

"That's nasty! Do most guys have dirty minds like yours?"

"I think so. From now on, don't be oblivious; you might be missing something."

"You mean you want me to flirt with more men—even my students?"

"You're just beginning to learn how much sexual power you still have. Be discreet, but enjoy it while you still have it. Then, tell me all about it!"

*****



After 30 Years of Marriage Pt. 02



Because we prefer to keep late hours, I always took afternoon classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. This spring semester, my last class ended at 5. I would then return to my office, collect my things, and go home. 

Sometimes, a student would want to talk to me after class, and we might proceed to my office. A door led from the main hall into another hallway with a row of offices for the English Department. Each office had its own door. By that time, all of the other teachers had left. Somewhere on one of the 3 floors of the building, a janitor would still be working.

It was a warm afternoon, so I wore a thin skirt that came a few inches above my knees, sheer tights, and a peasant blouse with a rather low, elastic neckline. Now that my two sex maniacs had praised my charms, I was self-conscious and watchful. I am a popular teacher. My manner is informal: I call my students by their first names, instead of Mr. Smith or Miss Jones, as my more formal professors did. As usual, I had the full attention of most, the guys as well as the girls, although female students are generally more attentive in class than males.

When my 5:00 o'clock freshman English class ends, most students are eager to go eat, but one or two will come up to ask me something. This time, Chad, a good-looking 18-year-old with dark hair and warm brown eyes, came with a paper he was writing and asked, "Mrs. Nelson, would you look this over for me?" 

He offered to carry my briefcase, a full-sized one, heavy with papers and books. He was about a foot taller than I, and I welcomed a break from lugging it. As we entered the door off the main hall, it automatically closed behind us. Except for us, it was quiet; all of the other office doors seemed closed with no lights on. Chad walked a step behind me and closed the door of my office. I asked him to place my briefcase on the floor by my chair. I sat down, swiveled to the side of my desk and rolled the chair up to the briefcase. 

Sitting had hiked my skirt halfway up my thighs. I looked up briefly to see if Chad were watching and saw him shift his glance from my thighs to my face. I smiled and bent forward to rummage in my briefcase, feeling the front of my blouse fall away from my body to offer a generous view. Then, I straightened up and moved my chair behind the desk, saying, "Let's have a look at your paper."

There was a chair in front of my desk and a chair near the side. If Chad sat in either, I would give up my experiment, but he stood behind the desk to look over my shoulder as I read. Being short, when I leaned over my desk, it pushed my big tits up. When I pointed something out, he leaned closer; my shoulder-length hair must be brushing his face. Bob says that kind of contact gives him shivers of pleasure.

"You sure smell good, Mrs. Nelson!" 

"Thank you." I like to use expensive perfume and have had compliments from many women about the scent.

I showed him some errors of punctuation and grammar and made a few suggestions how he could be clearer and more vivid. Then, I leaned back and rubbed my shoulders.

"Thanks again for carrying my briefcase. Lugging that and bending over that set of papers I corrected between classes have cramped my shoulders! I'll feel better when I take this bra off, too, the first thing I do when I get home."

"Would you like me to massage your shoulders, Mrs. Nelson?"

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all!" 

I then felt his big, strong hands grip my shoulders close to my neck, but he was gentle. Gradually, he moved away from my neck to my shoulders toward my arms, sliding the elastic of my blouse off and down to my elbows.

"Is this helping?"

"Yes."

"Your bra straps are kind of in the way. Do you mind if I pull them down?"

"My bra feels too tight. Anything to loosen it would feel better."

When he slipped my straps down, I saw my bra cups slide down about two inches and gape open but pretended not to notice.

"Does that feel better?"

"Yes, but it still binds me."

"May I unfasten it?"

"You're the masseur!"

Chad unfastened my bra. I saw the cups descend further to cover just my nipples and aureoles.

"Ooh, that's a relief! You men don't know how uncomfortable it can be to have big breasts pulling on your shoulder and back and cramped in a bra made for strength, not comfort! A woman suggested I have breast reduction surgery. When I told my husband, he was aghast. He loves them just as they are. 'Your breasts are beautiful; don't mutilate them!' he said."

"I agree with him!" Chad exclaimed. "You said your back gets strained, too. Why don't I massage your back, too?"

"If you don't mind."

"I like my work!" he said as his hands moved down my back.

"You're pretty good. Maybe you could make some money by giving massages part-time, as long as you enjoy the work."

"Enjoying it would depend upon who I was massaging." His hands moved to the sides of my back, brushing the sides of my tits.

"Whom, not who. I suppose you'd want to specialize in women, attractive women."

"Yes."

"Well, that helped. Now, I don't want to go about with my bra hanging loose. Should I have you fasten it back, or should I just take it off?"

"Take it off."

"Here, I'll hold my blouse in place, and you pull these short sleeves off my arms & then slip my bra off."

His hands slid down my arms to pull my sleeves off, giving me shivers. Then came the bra straps. I had to stop holding my blouse to my chest so that he could pull the cups out. For a few seconds, he saw my breasts down to my nipples, my erect nipples.

"Well, that was awkward, but thank you." Now, I wish I hadn't worn these tights; it's too warm!"

"Why wear them?"

"I don't like to, but it's supposed to look more professional not show bare legs."

"Really? If other teachers can wear jeans to class, why can't you go with bare legs? If you want to take them off now, I'll turn my back." 

"Maybe I will."

Chad turned his back, and I turned mine, in case he wanted to cheat. Trying to hold my snug skirt up out of the way and remove my tights was difficult.

"Oh, hell!" 

"What's the matter?"

"My bracelet is caught in my tights! I'm so clumsy! I'm afraid I'll break the bracelet or tear the tights. This is embarrassing, but I need help."

"Sure! I can't help with my eyes closed, though."

"Just do what's necessary. I'm always doing something embarrassing and not realizing it until later. When I was teaching in high school, I called one of my boys a dink. He looked upset and embarrassed. After class, two girls came up and asked, 'Miss -, do you know what "dink" means?' 'No, I guess not.' 'It means he has a small penis!' I could not look that boy in the face again!

"Then there was the time in class here when I was teaching Elizabeth Bowen's short story, Tears, Idle Tears. I was using the blackboard, and to save time and effort, I abbreviated the title. When my students handed in their essays about the story, all of the girls wrote the title in full, Tears, Idle Tears, but all of the boys abbreviated it T.I.T.S."

Chad laughed. "That's part of what makes your classes fun! It will be easier if we take your bracelet off—and then your tights. You just hold your skirt up so I can see."

"I'm afraid you'll see too much! Oh, you might as well go ahead!" 

I felt his fingers inside the waistband, pulling my tights down. They were down below my ass when I felt bare. 

"Hey, you pulled my panties down with my tights!"

"I'm sorry! I'm clumsy, too!"

I felt his hands on my bare ass while he pulled my bikini panties up.

"At least, I wasn't facing you, or you would have seen my—ooops, if I'm not doing something embarrassing, I'm saying something!"

"What I did see is beautiful!" 

"Are you trying to make me feel better?"

"You feel good already!"

"You're naughty!" 

Chad slid his hands inside my tights, gaining leverage to pull them down my thighs. His hands caressed my thighs as he stripped me of my tights. I was becoming more and more excited, but sex play with a student I hardly knew was dangerous. I could lose control of the situation; I could lose control of myself. 

When he got them down to my ankles, I turned to face him and tried to lift my feet so that he could remove my shoes. I lost my balance, braced myself with my hands on his shoulders and felt one breast press against his head. Then, I sat down and lifted my legs so that he could remove my shoes and take the tights off my feet. Kneeling at my feet, he could see all the way up to the crotch of my bikini panties.

"Which do you prefer, with or without tights?"

"Without! You have beautiful skin . . . and beautiful legs, Mrs. Larson!"

"Thank you, Chad!"

When he stood up, I could see that he had a big hardon for me.

Please don't tell anyone about this embarrassing episode—especially your fellow students!"

"No, I won't! I've heard some of the guys in class talk about you, though. They think you're hot, really built, and then they say what they'd like to do with you. I just smile and agree with them. I hope you aren't offended."

"At my age, I'm amazed to be called "hot" by teenage guys! I can imagine what they'd like to do to me, but I wouldn't believe it-if I didn't see the living proof!"

I was looking at the big bulge in his pants.

"I'm sorry!"

"You don't need to be sorry. It's a natural reaction. It was your turn to do something embarrassing. I guess I'm flattered, at my age, to excite a much younger man when the campus is replete with pretty girls in miniskirts and short shorts."

"This is a much sexier situation!" Chad replied.

"Those other students you say have been sizing me up probably would agree."

"You're very sexy!"

"Thank you! You look very sexy, too!"

"Now, having done more than my quota of embarrassing things, I'd better go home and give my husband some laughs."

"Are you going to tell him about all of this?"

"Yes! He'll be glad to hear that some of my guys think I'm sexy. He's proud of me when other men find me attractive. When he hears that I got a massage and half undressed by one of my students, he'll want dessert before supper!"

"I'll walk you to your car and carry your briefcase." He did and paid close attention as I stepped into my car, exposing most of my now bare legs. He stalled, chatting and staring at my legs. I suspected that he would want more help in my office after Friday's class.

"Thanks for the help, Mrs. Larson!"

"Anytime. That's what I'm here for!"

When I came home, Bob asked, smiling, "Did you test your powers? Did you have to keep a naughty boy after class? Hey, weren't you wearing tights when you left?"

"Yes, I was wearing tights-and a bra too. Here they are. I pulled them out of my purse and tossed them to Bob. He gaped.

"One of my boys wanted help after class. I'll tell you all about it after supper."

"Why can't you tell me while we're making supper?"

"Because I'm hungry and, if I tell you what happened, you'll probably lose interest in supper and won't let me eat, until you've fucked me."

"I'm getting too excited now!" I glanced at his hardon.

"Women! You want food first and maybe sex later! Men want sex now and food later."

That was an exaggeration, because Bob had succeeded in making me think about sex a lot more, but I insisted that we make supper and eat before I reported on my experiment. As I recounted my adventure, Bob led me to our bedroom and began undressing me. He re-enacted choice parts.

"So he felt your bare ass like this? Did he squeeze it a little, too? He caressed both your thighs, like this?" 

Then he pushed me, naked, onto our bed. "Did your little pussy get wet?" 

He found out for himself, fingering me. Then, he mounted me and fucked me vigorously.

"This is what you get for being so naughty! QOTW: "What should be the top legislative priorities in Madison and/or Washington in 2015?" 

"Mmmm! Are you punishing me or rewarding me?"

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels like we're rewarding each other!" I replied as my husband's cock pumped his sperm into me. I thought of Chad, with his hardon for me, wanting to do it to me, too.

For Friday's classes, I decided to dispense with the tights and wear a pretty print spring dress. It came about 4" above my knees and the neckline just covered the cups and straps of my black bra. It was a common complaint among my colleagues that attendance was poor for Friday classes, because after noon, most students were beginning their weekend by driving home or planning fraternity, sorority, or dorm parties. I noticed that my attendance was relatively good: most of the girls were present and even most of the boys.

It was such a beautiful day that I let them out 10 minutes early. Everyone left, but Chad.

"Let me carry your briefcase, Mrs. Larson."

When we entered my office, I told Chad to put the briefcase down on the floor behind my desk. I sat in my chair, pushed it out and wheeled it toward my briefcase. The skirt of my dress had hiked halfway up my bare thighs. I bent over my briefcase and felt the front of my dress fall away from my body to display my tits. Chad stood looking.

"If you're not careful, Chad, you'll be called "Teacher's Pet."

"I want to be Teacher's Pet."

"It can be a thankless task. I don't give extra credit in your grades for being my pet, but I sometimes grant privileges. I have personal relationships with some students: we've become friends."

"It's a privilege to visit you in your office and talk."

"That's not the only privilege you had last Wednesday. I've never let a Teacher's Pet pet me before! I blush whenever I think about that awkward episode!"

"I think about it a lot! I'm glad you took my advice to skip the tights!"

"You think this is an improvement, then?" I asked, extending my legs and appraising them.

"Oh, yes! Your legs are beautiful?"

"Thank you! It's nice to discover that I have an admirer."

"May I have the privilege of massaging your shoulders and back again?"

"Henceforth, you are my official masseur!"

Before I could roll my chair back under the desk, Chad slipped behind me and grasped my shoulders. I guess he didn't want my legs hidden in the cubbyhole under the desk. As he massaged my neck, I stretched my legs out, leaving my skirt even higher up, and leaned back in my chair. Then, I had to lean forward, as His hands moved outward, slipping the straps of my bra off my shoulders. Confidently, he also unzipped my dress down the back and unfastened my bra.

"Did you tell your husband what happened Wednesday?"

"Yes, but I teased him first, or he wouldn't have let me eat supper before taking me to bed! Ooops, I probably shouldn't have said that!"

"So, he didn't mind?"

"He was proud of me! He's hoping I'll have another adventure to report tonight."

"I visit some adult websites, especially the amateur wives, look at the pictures, and read stories. One is Dreamnet; they seemed like dream women. I never expected to meet one!"

"You won't find me on the Web, although I've thought about it."

"You'd have a lot of fans! Do you mind if I take your bra off now?"

"Bob liked it when I told him I let you take my bra off, but shut your eyes; this scene is censored!" I smiled up at him.

Chad didn't close his eyes. For a few seconds, he saw all of my breasts and that my nipples were erect with excitement. Then the dress fell back against my chest.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help looking. Your breasts are so big and beautiful!"

"Boys will be boys; men will be men. You like big breasts?"

"I love them! I love to look at them, feel them, squeeze them, kiss them—"

"Alright! I get the idea! Then I shouldn't tempt you, or you'll want to get your hands on them next! Just keep massaging me."

His hands moved down my back, gradually working toward my sides, until his fingers were brushing the sides of my tits and sending thrills through me.

"I can see how your breasts would strain your neck and shoulders after a while. They must be heavy. I wonder how much they weigh."

"I can't put them on a scale, just heft them." I held my breasts and lifted them, giving him another full view. 

"How would you like to help me carry these, as well as my briefcase?" I laughed.

"I could lift them for you now and massage them to relax you."

"Do you think you could handle my bare breasts without getting both of us too excited?" I turned around to look at him. "Oh, you seem to be excited already!"

"Will your husband expect you to do more this time?"

"I'm afraid he expects me to let you to go further with me. He really liked hearing that you stripped me of my tights and caressed my bare legs. Why don't you massage them?"

Chad removed my shoes and socks and began massaging my feet.

"Oooh, you're learning a secret about women! Many of us are very susceptible to having our feet massaged." I slid down in my seat a bit and my skirt hiked up almost to my panties. Chad's large hands enclosed my ankles, twisting them a bit. Then, he was massaging my calves. Onward and upward!

"Oh, that's another secret you found: the backs of women's knees are erogenous zones."

His hands moved up the outsides of my thighs, from my knees to my panties. Then, he used both hands on one thigh at a time, sending messages burning up the nerves to my pussy.

"I'm being selfish, Chad! You must be as uncomfortable with that big swelling in your pants as I was in my bra. Let it out; I won't mind. I won't even look, much, if you're shy!"

Chad stood up, unzipped his pants and took his hard cock out. It looked about 7" long.

"Better take your pants off, too, or you'll get zipper burn!" I laughed.

He did.

"How does this feel?" Chad's hands were now massaging each upper thigh, close to my womanhood.

"Your hands feel great! How do my thighs feel?"

"I love feeling your thighs!"

"Chad, do you think I've let you go far enough to keep my husband entertained?"

"Maybe not. Did you tell him I'm dying to see your breasts and get my hands on them?"

"Bob would be disappointed if you didn't appreciate my breasts enough to want to see and feel them. Maybe I should let you feel how heavy they are," I teased. 

That's all Chad needed to get up behind me, pull my dress down to my waist and capture my tits in his hands. He hefted them. 

"Wow, you have a lot to carry! I think a breast massage would help." I felt his hardon against my bare back.

"Maybe we should stop here. My breasts are very sensitive, and having them felt gets me so excited that I start to lose control."

Chad squeezed them, caressed them, sending shivers through me, tweaked my big nipples until they tingled, and proceeded to massage my tits thoroughly. I grasped his big cock and held on. He finished off by kissing my tits and licking and sucking my nipples. I was ready to surrender and let him fuck me, but, as his teacher, I didn't want to be too easy a slut.

"Whew! That should do for a further adventure! I'm sorry about teasing you and sending you away like that, but I didn't intend to let you go so far. It's a shame to waste such a handsome erection. There!" I kissed the tip of his cock, licked the underside, took the head in my mouth and gave it a lick and suck. "What are you going to do with it?"

"I'll go back to my room and stroke it, thinking of you."

"Won't you be out chasing girls? There are many pretty coeds here, and many of them dress in a sexy manner."

"Yes, there are lots of pretty girls here, and a lot look sexy, but I haven't found any that act very sexy. It's frustrating! You're much more exciting than any girl I've dated!"

"Do you want another "date" with me on Monday?"

"Yes!"

"Then if you are "saving yourself" for me over the weekend, I'll be merciful on Monday. I know guys hate to waste a good erection!"




After 30 Years of Marriage Pt. 03



I became more and more nervous as the time of my Monday 4 p.m. class approached, because Chad was getting to know me more and more intimately as a woman and because I'd promised to satisfy him. Could I trust him? This was his second class with me. He proved to be a good student: conscientious, hard-working, and active in class participation. I could tell that he had returned for the second semester of Freshman English because he liked me.

I have a lot of recidivism (just kidding!); that is, many students who take my Freshman English 101 class return for my 102 class. Many of those follow me to my Modern British Writers class to fulfill their literature requirement. It doesn't seem that Modern British is American students' favorite literature; they take the course because I'm teaching it. In this college that does not offer a major in English, I am one of the few teachers who can attract a full class in a literature course. It's not that I'm an easy grader; they earn their grades. Students do seem to have fun in my classes.

During Monday's 4 p.m. class, when I looked at Chad, my legs felt weak. One of my women students stopped to talk with me after class. I noticed Chad fidgeting about and finally going out into the hall. I wondered, with a mixture of disappointment and relief, if he had given up and gone home. Fifteen minutes later, the girl left. I packed my briefcase and was about to hoist it off my desk when Chad appeared to grab the handle.

"I didn't want to be seen hanging around you again, so I walked off where I could still see the doorway of your classroom."

After we had safely entered my office and Chad had locked the door, I was trembling. Was it fear, excitement or both? I asked, "So, what's new?"

"Well . . . the guys in my dorm took a poll recently. We wrote our nominees by secret ballot. Nobody knew all of the candidates, so we did research before voting."

"You did research? I'm proud of you guys! Who won the poll, Democrats or Republicans?"

"It wasn't a political poll, more like a referendum . . . about our favorite teachers."

"That's been done before. Usually, the winning teacher is the easiest grader. Did you publish the poll?"

"Actually, it was a private poll, a secret one."

"Why?"

"The question the poll asked was 'What teacher would you most like to __' you know?"

"I'm afraid I do!"

"There were 8 nominees and 44 votes cast."

"And who won? I wonder if I know her or any of the nominees."

"The winner was Miss James, a tall, slender, dark-haired woman who looks in her 20s. I think her long legs were popular, but she's too skinny for me. She got 13 votes. The runner-up, Mrs. Birch, has a very pretty face, is about 5' 6", has a nice, but not spectacular, figure, and looks 30-something. She got 11 votes."

"I don't know either of them. Did any nominee have a spectacular figure?"

"You do know at least one of the nominees, and the one I voted for has a spectacular figure. She was third, with 9 votes."

"What's her name, and which one do I know?"

"Her name is Mrs. Nelson."

"Oh, my God! I suppose I have you to "thank" for the nomination!"

"I don't deserve all the blame. Another guy also nominated you. I know of two other male students from our class in my dorm, but I don't know guys in your other classes. We considered it an honor to be nominated, but you women might not agree."

"I've never been in a beauty contest, Chad, so I guess I'm honored. I can hardly believe that 8 male students would like to have sex with me."

"At least 8. This is just one dorm, and there are, what, 9 dorms. How many students do you have?"

"More than 100."

"If about half are male and scattered through the other 8 dorms, besides the ones living off-campus, all of whom didn't get polled . . . ."

"8 would keep me busy enough!" I grinned and felt myself blush.

"They should see you in that tight, thin sweater you have on today and that short skirt with the little slits up the sides of your bare legs! Are you ready for your massage?"

"I'm nervous. Nobody can know what I'm letting you do with me."

"I'd never tell anyone! Nobody else is around. I saved myself for you."

"Didn't you even masturbate, maybe while thinking about me?"

"Oh, I thought about you and stroked it, but I didn't cum."

"Oh! You're aroused already, while I still have all my clothes on and you haven't laid a hand on me! I guess it's time for that massage. I suppose you want to take my sweater off and my bra . . ."

"And your skirt!"

I sat in my chair, turning to face him, my skirt halfway up my bare thighs. Mischievously, I turned the chair from side to side, to show him the slits opening just short of my bikini panties.

Chad came to me and pulled my sweater off.

"Now, you can free my big breasts from my tight bra, and I'll free your swollen member from your tight jeans." I unbuckled and unzipped his pants; they fell to his ankles. I coaxed his penis out of the opening in his undershorts and gave it a squeeze.

Chad quickly stripped my bra off and began massaging my neck, shoulders and back. My worries were being massaged away. He reached around to cup my breasts, and I felt his hard cock against my bare back. He hefted my tits, caressed them, squeezed them (sending shivers through me) and tweaked my nipples, making them tingle and grow fully erect. I moaned and sighed. Then, he stepped in front of me to massage my feet and legs, remembering the pleasure spots of my feet and the backs of my knees.

"Your skirt is getting wrinkled. Why don't I take it off?"

"You tossed my sweater bunched up on the floor. Why the concern about my skirt?" 

Chad smiled and shook his head in resignation. He took another approach: massaging each thigh from my knees to my panties. I became more and more excited by his hands and his rigid cock pointing to his destination. Then, his fingers were lightly brushing the V of my panties.

"Maybe we should stop here, and I'll jack you off."

Chad pulled me to my feet, grasped my tits and kissed me passionately. I accepted his tongue. He held me to him with his left arm around my waist while his right was busy elsewhere, finding the zipper on my skirt. He fumbled with it.

"There's a catch at the top. Oops, I shouldn't have said that!"

It fell to the floor. He cleared the near end of the desk with his arm and lifted me up onto it. He stepped between my thighs, forcing them wide open. He handled my tits again, knowing how it excites me and hoping I'd give in. Then, he moved a hand down my belly to my panties, trying to slip his fingers inside. I grasped his wrist. When a man grabs my cunt, my resistance weakens and I feel an impulse to surrender. When my husband wants sex but I'm not in the mood, he puts his hand between my thighs and rubs my cunt until I'm wet and thoroughly aroused. Now Chad's fingers were on the crotch of my panties, rubbing lightly and then harder.

I reached for his cock and began stroking it, hoping to make him cum before he could fuck me.

"You'll make my panties wet and smelling of pussy!"

"Then I hope you'll let me keep them!"

"I didn't say you could feel my pussy! When a man feels me there, I weaken and want to give in to him! I know I promised to satisfy you, but why don't I just stroke it? I'll even suck it some."

"Mrs. Larson, please, I have to have you now!" He pushed me backward, grasped the waistband of my panties and stripped them off me. By the time I pushed myself back up, he had his head between my thighs, kissing my cunt. I felt his tongue licking between my outer lips and prying my inner lips open. He kissed them and licked up and down them. The tip of his tongue touched my clit and swirled around it. He put a finger into me. He licked and finger-fucked my cunt until he gave me an orgasm.

"You win! You prepared me too well. Just to help you get your big cock into me, let me prepare you." I grasped his cock, kissed the tip, licked the underside and sucked on the head. Then, I lay back on the desk, my legs dangling. I raised my knees and got my feet up on the desk to support me. I spread my legs for Chad, my teacher's pet, who had petted me into a frenzy of desire. I felt the head of his cock press upon my partly open inner lips. He thrust and split them wide open. I gasped.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, you thrilled me!"

Chad thrust inch by inch, his big cock into my tight, but wet cunt.

"Oh, Chad, you really do like your teacher! This beats apples and candy all to hell!"

"My teacher is so good to me! I've never had so much fun!" He thrust home, his cock possessing me completely. Then he stopped, just holding his cock in me and grasping my tits.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Larson!"

"What's the matter, Chad?"

"You're so exciting that I'm ready to cum! I wanted to fuck you a long time, but, if either of us moves, I'll cum!"

"Don't worry about it, darling. It's natural for you to be so excited at having me for the first time, after you've been thinking and fantasizing about me. You already made me cum with your tongue and fingers. Just go ahead and fuck me! You're a virile young man at the peak of his sexual powers. If you find me this exciting, you'll soon get another hardon for me."

Chad began fucking me, hard. He groaned as his sperm rushed up from his balls. He kept fucking me while I felt his cock pumping deep into my cunt some of the sperm I'd asked him to save up for me. He slumped down on me, his cock twitching as my cunt squeezed the last drops of semen out of it.

"You still possess me. You're in control. I'll just lie here naked for you to take me again—unless, now that you've had me, you've lost interest." That got a reaction!

"Now that I've had you, and know how exciting you are, I want you even more!"

I felt his soft cock swell and fill me up again.

"Oh-oh! I should be careful what I ask for! I'm going to get it now; you'll probably fuck me senseless!"

"Oh, Mrs. Nelson!"

"You know me well enough now, so call me Jenny when you're fucking me!"

Chad fucked me slowly, in long, deep strokes for several minutes with every inch of his cock enjoying every inch of my cunt. 

I said, "Mmmm!"

Gaining confidence that he would not ejaculate prematurely, Chad fucked me faster and harder. I moaned. Several minutes later, he shifted into high gear. I began to cum.

"Yes, fuck me!"

I screamed at Chad. I covered my mouth and kept screaming into my hand. He had been fucking me for about 15 minutes now.

"Chad, you're driving me crazy! Cum, please cum!" Chad just kept fucking me hard. 

It was time for some sexy talk to push him over the edge.

"Send me home freshly fucked! Fill me up, like you want to make me pregnant!" 

That did it! Chad locked eyes with me and groaned loudly. His cock swelled even bigger, and I felt it pumping another generous helping of his sperm deep into me. He slumped over me again.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, young man! Don't make me keep you after class and discipline you in my office again!"

"Just tell me what I did wrong, dear teacher . . . so I can do it again!"

"Guess. Meanwhile, don't pull out."

"I'm happy where I am."

"Chad, my husband will be proud of me for exciting you so much and pleasing you so well. I made a promise to him last night, after he disciplined me for my misbehavior."

"What did you promise?"

"He wants more than a detailed account of what you did to me, if I let you go all the way. He wants proof that you've had me."

"What proof?"

"You know what a creampie is?"

"Sure. Your cum mixed with mine. We just made a big one!"

"Let me explain so you won't be too shocked. Before I met Bob, I was a fairly innocent, demure young woman. I even dressed conservatively. I never said "fuck." He built up my confidence in my looks. He encouraged me to dress in more revealing clothes that did justice to my figure. The reactions I got from other men convinced me that I had a body worth showing. Sexy clothes got me to behave in a sexy way. 

"One night, he dared me to step into the hall of our apartment building in a transparent negligee with nothing on under it. Once, we made love outdoors with houses all around. Several times, he got me to strip naked out in the woods while he photographed me until he got so excited that he threw me down on a blanket and fucked me. While I was nervously looking around to make sure nobody caught us, he was half hoping a man would see us, become excited, and come up for a close look. I began using four-letter words because he did. He's corrupted me, but it keeps sex exciting for us. 

"So, I hope you won't be shocked that he wants me to bring our creampie home to show him."

"Wow! He's a lewd dude! How can you keep it in?"

"Reach into the near desk drawer and you'll find a roll of plastic wrap. Rip off a big piece. You know how to do that!" I smiled slyly.

"When you pull out of me, I'll press my inner lips shut. You wrap the plastic from my navel to under my ass. I'm hoping my panties will hold the plastic in place."

Chad frowned. "I want to keep your panties as a souvenir!"

"Of your sexual conquest? You can keep my bikinis, with my personal scent. I knew I'd need more matronly panties for better coverage. You'll find them in the drawer, too."

Chad followed directions. I pinched my labia shut and lifted my ass for him to cover it. He helped me put the panties on and lifted me down. He grasped my tits one more time and we French-kissed. He helped me on with my bra and skirt. I was standing; I was walking. The wrap seemed to be holding. Chad carried my briefcase out to the car. I got in, and he leaned on the window.

"Is it working?"

"I don't feel squishy yet. Bob read that, when a woman is fucked to an orgasm, her lover's sperm goes deeper and stays in her longer. The theory is that nature uses orgasms to help impregnate women. You fucked me so well that my pussy doesn't want your sperm to leave me!"

I left him with that thought.

Back home, my husband greeted me warmly.

"Class ended more than an hour ago! What WERE you doing?"

"I had a committee meeting. People droned on. It was so boring!"

"Really?" Bob frowned.

"No. I was stuck in my office all this time. A persistent student wouldn't let me go." 

"Stuck?"

"Impaled, actually."

"Did you bring proof?" Bob asked, with a lecherous look.

"Show and tell? I suppose I'd better not wait until after supper."

Bob grabbed his digital camera, led me to our bedroom, stripped me down to my panties and had me lie on my back. He carefully pulled my panties off.

"Now, raise your knees and spread your legs."

He got onto the bed and slowly peeled the plastic wrap down, leaving the part under my ass. My inner lips remained shut. He took a picture.

"Spread your lips. Nothing's coming out! Hmm, you look wet and smell freshly fucked, though." He took another picture.

"Remember you told me about what happens when a woman cums while the man fucks her? Chad made me cum and cum. He fucked me twice; it felt like he shot a lot into me. He has a long cock, too. I think he planted his seed deep."

Bob put a finger into my cunt and swirled it around.

"Oh, yeah! There's a lot in you! You really had him rutting! I'm proud of you! Here, have a taste."

I was so excited that I sucked Chad's cum from my husband's finger. Bob possessed me in one thrust.

"Wow! You've never felt wetter!" He lay on me, letting his cock savor my rich creampie.

Although Bob was extremely excited about me, I was so well primed by Chad that he was able to fuck me hard for more than five minutes while I told him the details of my seduction. 

"I'll bet Chad will be after you again on Wednesday; he'd probably fuck you every day if he could!" 

Bob emphasized his declaration with a hard thrust.

"The poor guy's not getting any from our coeds. I'm afraid we might get caught. Would you like me to invite him home to show you how well he can fuck me and sex me up for you?"

Bob replied with his cock. When I got to the part where I made Chad finally cum by urging him to send me home freshly fucked and pregnant, I got the same reaction: Bob went wild and topped me off. When he pulled out of me, a big load of sperm gushed out. He took more pictures.

*****



After a Birthday to Remember



Again, parts are based from actual people such as Shane and Aubrey. They are actually a couple of the men that I had fucked and their descriptions are also accurate (but not their ages). These were actually some of the many men I fucked in my 20s through until now. 

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Steve went home early. After I showered and removed all the scent of sex from the evening before I dressed as I usually did when going to visit Bea. Skirt, blouse and of course no bra or panties. Part of me was nervous, not wanting Bea to find out that I had fucked her son last evening, but I was also excited, hoping Steve would be doing as he usually does when I visit, stealing looks down my blouse or up my skirt. Just thinking of him doing it had me wet in anticipation.

After Steve left I donned my usual morning attire, sweat pants and top and of course no panties or bra. While having my morning tea I began to plan out how I was going to entice the boys the following weekend. At first I thought that I would play it in a submissive way and have them tell me what to do but then after a little more thought, I decided that I would take a more direct method and be the one telling them what I want them to do to me, doing it in a way as if I had no choice but to let them have their way with me.

Before anything, I had to tell Steve what I was planning. That would be easy enough; all I had to do was visit Bea as usual and slip Steve a note. The note would only say, "Bring your friends over next Saturday at 4:00 PM and when you get here with them, play along." As usual I went to Bea's for tea later that day and when Bea left the kitchen for a moment I slipped Steve the note telling him to read it later. Usually I was never in a hurry to leave, but I wanted to go home so that I could work out my plan for the boys and also decide on how I would be dressed when they arrive next week.

When I got home I short while later I went straight to my bedroom and began to look over my lingerie collection to put together something to wear for Saturday. In my closet I was looking over various gowns and one in particular caught my eye. It was a full length gown with 4 satin strings attached to the front to hold it together. It was lace flower print from the hips, waist and chest and below the waist it was totally sheer. The panels that would cover my breasts were in a triangular shape with a clasped string that attached at the back of my neck. I put it on and tied the 4 satin strings that held to top portion together. The lowest string at my navel and the uppermost string at the base of my breasts with the middle two at equal intervals between them. Once all 4 were tied the whole upper body of the gown fit snugly to my torso and my entire cleavage was totally exposed as was the ability to clearly see my nipples though the sheer pattern of lace flowers on the 2 triangular portions that barely covered my breasts.

The lower part of the gown was totally see though, so I put on a pair of white hold up stockings and a white crotchless butterfly thong and finished off the outfit with a pair of white 5 inch stiletto heels. Looking myself over in my full length mirror I knew I had chosen well. Though I was wearing something, the boys were going to see everything from my dark nipples to my shaven pussy. Now all that was left was to wait until Saturday and the boys arrival.

The week passed quickly. I did my normal visit with Bea just after lunch and when I returned home I began preparing for the evening. I drew a hot bubble bath and settled in. Taking my time I washed, shaved my legs, underarms and carefully once again shaved my pussy smooth. Once done I got out of the tub and rubbed some lightly scented moisturizing cream over my body, especially the shaven areas. Doing my best not to linger too long massaging the cream around my pussy knowing full well that it would be getting plenty of attention later.

I began doing my hair and applying my make-up, finishing with applying nail polish to match my lip stick. I then slipped on the holdup stockings and heels before putting on my butterfly thong, carefully following the straps of the thong to make sure they were straight and not twisted. I donned the gown, tying the 4 strings into bows then looking myself over in the mirror and adjusting my breasts in the gown so as to show as much cleavage as possible.

Just as I was finishing looking over myself I looked at the clock and seen that it was just about time for the boys to arrive. As I was about to make my way downstairs I heard Steve's voice.

"Hi Marg, we're here." I heard Steve call out as he entered.

"Go into the living room, I'll be right down." I called back, and then added, "but I want you to meet me at the foot of the stairs, OK?"

"Sure." he said and then I heard him telling the others to go into the living room and that we'd be there in a minute.

After the boys passed the stairs I came into view of Steve and the look on his face seeing me dressed as I was, I knew that the other boys were going to also enjoy as much as Steve is. I made my way to the bottom of the stairs and when I arrived I quietly asked Steve, "They know what's going on right?"

"Not really Marg. All I told them was that you wanted them to come and that you had something to discuss with them."

"OK Steve, go into the living room and tell them that I will be there in a moment. Tell them I am brining some drinks but do not tell them anything else. Oh, and play along!"

"What do you mean Marg?"

"You'll see. I'm sure they will not tell a soul after what happens."

"OK." Steve said as he went into the living room to tell the boys what I said.

I then went to my hall closet and put on a long floor length coat, grabbed a bottle of wine and 4 glasses before making my way to the living room and the waiting boys.

Entering the living room, I placed the wine and glasses on the table as the boys sat on the sofa. "So Steve, why don't you introduce me to your friends as I pour?"

"This is Shane," Steve said pointing to him, "and this is Aubrey." likewise pointing to him.

"How old are you boys?" I asked.

Shane said he was 18 ½ and Aubrey said he'd be 19 next month.

"That's good!" I said as I poured the 4th glass of wine and set down the bottle. "Do you boys know why you're here tonight?" I asked.

Both shaking their heads from side to side indicating that they didn't know.

"Well, after what happened last weekend," I began, "the 2 of you kind of seen something that you were not supposed to, and, well, I began to think, what would happen if you boys told anyone. You boys did not tell anyone what you saw, have you?"

"No ma'am!" both boys said un unison.

"Well, I am glad to hear that, that's for sure! So, you see, I do have a reputation to keep, so over the week I think I have come up with an idea, one that I bet you boys will agree to, actually you'll have to agree to, and that means you boys will never tell a soul about what happened last week or the outcome of this idea of mine. Do you boys think you can do that?"

I purposely kept my idea concealed, wanting them to agree before taking it further. It was not long when they all nodded that they'd agree.

"OK, since you all agree, here is my idea." Before going further I took a drink of my wine and standing before the boys, at the same time I untied the belt of the coat to allow it to open and slip it off my body, I said, "Well, as you can see by the way I'm dressed," just as I slipped the coat off. "I figured that I would do whatever you boys tell me do. Tonight I am for you to do with as you please and for that, you will not tell a soul about you seen last weekend or what happened since you boys got here."

Shane was first to say anything, "You mean anything we tell you, you'll do?" asking in a way he sounded doubtful of what I said.

"Anything as log as it doesn't put me in a position where what you boys are promising to keep quiet is put into jeopardy."

Aubrey smiled and said, "OK, let's see, how about you give Shane, Steve and me a blow job." 

I walked around the coffee table and as I began to lower to my knees in front of Shane and began extract his cock from his pants I looked over at Aubrey and asked, "How long do I suck each of you? Until you are all hard? Until you all cum?" I asked.

"Until we all cum." Aubrey said. Then added, "And we want to see you swallow it!"

Before engulfing Shane's cock I said, "You're the boss." And I began to suck Shane's cock.

Shane was smaller than Steve, about 6" so taking all of him in my mouth was quite easy. Slowly I took his length into my mouth and as I withdrew I twirled my tongue over his cock. I gradually picked up my pace, giving Shane a blow job like he's never had before. As I worked his cock I felt it get harder and allowed me to bob my head quicker, engulfing his entire cock into my warm wet mouth.

"That's it, suck him good!" Aubrey said, then said, "Hey Steve, empty your wine I have an idea."

I felt Shane beginning to thrust into my sucking mouth, I knew it would not be long before he would begin to shoot his load into what I thought was going to be my mouth. Aubrey seen this also and from the corner of my eye I seen Steve hand him his now empty wine glass. What happened next surprised me.

Aubrey again spoke up, "Here, milk him into the wine glass." He said handing me the empty glass.

I released Shane's cock from my mouth and looked questionably at Aubrey.

"You heard me, pump his cock into the glass!" he commanded.

Not knowing at the time why, I did as Aubrey commanded and pumped Shane's cock, aiming it in the glass until he filled it about ¼ full of his white cum.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Do the same with Steve and then me." Aubrey said.

I shuffled over and began to suck Steve. After a while of bobbing my head, sucking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could I felt Steve's body stiffen and knew he was about to shoot his load. I released his cock from my sucking mouth and repeated the draining of his cum into the glass. Steve had more cum than Shane and by the time I was done draining his cock into the glass, it was just over ½ full.

"That's good, my turn now!" Aubrey said.

I made my way to Aubrey and took hold of his cock and was amazed at the size. I thought Steve was quite the size, but even his was dwarfed to the size of Aubrey's and it was not even fully erect! I had to use both hands to hold Aubrey's cock and even with both my hands wrapped around it and stacked one over the other, there was still a good 6 inches or so remaining topped off by the huge mushroom head. I managed to get the head into my mouth and a little of the shaft.

In unison, I used my hands to pump his massive cock as I sucked and flicked my tongue over the head of his massive tool. In a few attempts I began a good rhythm of sucking and pumping. To my amazement his cock thickened and grew even larger as it hardened with my mouth and hand action. I sucked hard on the head and began to pump the shaft in my hands faster and faster. Aubrey began to breathe faster and just as he began to grunt I released his cock head from my sucking mouth and let go of his massive cock with one hand to get the glass. I kept pumping him fast and just as I got the glass to the head of his cock he began to cum. Stream after stream of his white creamy cum flew from the head of his cock into the glass.

As his stream slowed, so did my pumping and my eyes were wide as I looking into the glass and seen that he had almost over flowed it. All 3 of their orgasms that I pumped into the glass filled it to the brim. I had to hold it steady not to spill any.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Well, a toast." Aubrey said. "Guy's, get a glass and let's toast to Marg and her great cock sucking!"

That's when I realized what I was to do. They each took up a glass and once again Aubrey spoke, "Cheers!" he said, "Drink up and let us enjoy watching Marg enjoy her glass of our cum."

Well, I watched as the 3 of them took a drink of wine from their glasses, I then brought my glass to my mouth. Pausing for a moment, I thought to myself that not only would I drink their cum, I'd also let some dribble out the sides of my mouth that I would after drinking their cum I would scoop with my fingers and lick clean. The expressions on their faces was priceless. I could tell that Shane and Steve were both shocked that I actually did it and Aubrey had a big smile on his face, most likely thinking of what he'd tell me to do next and it was not long before he did just that.

"When you're done licking the glass clean Marg, get on your back in the middle of the room and masturbate for us. Here are a couple pillows for your head so you can look at us while you do it." Aubrey added as he tossed a couple pillows from the sofa into the middle of the living room.

I cleaned the glass as Aubrey told me to do and rose to my feet and made my way to the floor where he tossed the pillows. I stacked the pillows and laid back on them facing the boys on the sofa. Still in the gown, I bent my legs so my feet were flat on the floor. Doing this, the bottom sheer pert of the gown easily slipped off my legs, baring them completely to my crotch leaving me fully exposed to them.

"Fuck, look at that sweet pussy!" Aubrey exclaimed.

"Yeah man, it looks smooth!" Shane added.

"You like it boys?" I asked as I slid a hand to my pussy and raked my nails over the lips.

"Hell yeah!" Shane said.

"Fucking righ!t" Aubrey added. "Show us how you like to play with yourself Marg!" he continued.

I continued to draw my nails over my lips, slowly at first. As I did this my lips began to part and I used less of a curl of my fingers so that they would slip between the lips and thereby get wet from my juices. It did not take long before 3 of my fingers were soaked from how wet I had gotten myself.

"Finger yourself Marg!" Steve said.

Not needing any encouragement on the next downward movement of my fingers I curled the middle finger burying it deep into myself as they watched. After a couple more dips into my pussy with the middle finger I added a second, and a few more times after the 2nd finger inside me I added a 3rd.

"Fuck Marg, 3 fingers! That is so hot!" Shane said

"I bet she's wishing your cock was in there instead, eh Steve?"

Not waiting for Steve to reply, to get them really going I injected, "Actually boys I'm imagining all 3 of you taking turns fucking me with your hard cocks!"

"Well, show us your tits too then!" Aubrey said.

With my free hand I took my time pulling each bow of the gown to expose my tits to them all the while continuing to pummel my pussy with 3 fingers as deep as they would go. Once the last of the bows were pulled loose, the gown completely fell free from my body giving the boys an unobstructed view of me masturbating and my tits.

"Play with them too! Show and tell us how you want us to play with them." Shane commanded.

Again, no encouragement needed. "Like this!" I said as I took turns cupping my tits and rolling my nipples. "I love having my tits played with like this, or you can suck on the nipples while fucking me! I really like that best of all." I kept telling them how I enjoy my tits fondled and sucked as I fingered my now totally soaked pussy. Telling them as I did it get me quite excited, then I felt the twinges between my legs which are the first sign of my impending orgasm.

I furiously began pounding my fingers into myself and began tugging on mu now hard nipples as my body washed over in orgasm. As it hit, I arched my pelvis into the air and tossed my head back onto the pillows screaming "Fuck yessss!" as I began cumming. I could feel my fingers in my pussy being overwhelmed by both my inner muscles tightening from the orgasm and also the amount of cum seeping past my drilling fingers. At that point I withdrew the fingers from inside my pussy and paid more attention to my clit.

I rubbed my clit hard, adding to the pleasure of the orgasm I imagined each of the boys were rubbing their cocks against it instead of my fingers and that though put me over the edge. "Fuckkkkkk!" I screamed as the orgasm crested. My cum was now flooding out of my pussy, soaking not only my fingers rubbing my clit but also seeping between my legs and I could feel it running down and pooling on the floor wetting my ass.

"Wholly fuck Steve, Look at that! She's squirting!" Aubrey said.

"Wow, I've never seen that before!" Shane added.

"Yeah, she did that last week too, fucking awesome Eh? Steve said.

As I was recovering from my orgasm I looked at the boys and seen that they were all once again hard. "I see you boys are hard again? I asked. "I guess you each want to fuck me now, right?" I added.

"Oh, you got that right Marg. Get up here and hmm, why don't you fuck Shane first." Aubrey said. "Then you can do Steve and have my big cock for last."

As I walked over to Shane and before straddling his hard cock I looked down at Aubrey's cock, "Good thing you're last, I'll need a little bit of fucking before my pussy will take that monster!" I said as I guided Shane's cock into my soaked and wanting pussy.

As I rode Shane's cock I leaned onto the back of the sofa, my tits now inches from Shane's face. "Suck on them as I ride your cock Shane! I exclaimed.

Immediately I felt his mouth encase a nipple and his sucking and tongue working over the nipple a short while before moving to the other. I was just getting into riding his cock and his mouth working my nipples when Aubrey said, "Enough, now get on Steve's cock!"

Reluctantly I rose up until Shane's cock left the hot and wet confines of my pussy and made my way onto Steve. Straddling him and lowering myself onto his cock. With Steve too, I leaned forward so he could use his mouth on my tits. "Fuck yes, suck them Steve!" I whispered into his ear as I rode his cock.

Again, just as I was enjoying Steve's cock in my pussy, Aubrey let out again, "Get on me now!"

I lifted off Steve and mounted Aubrey. This time once I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, I took my time feeding it into me. Little by little his cock penetrated my pussy, stretching to take in it's girth. Never has a cock or toy this big been inside me and it was not what you'd say painful, but more a pleasure/pain as it filled me. Once I got it in as far as it would go, I again leaned forward. Aubrey did not need to be told to suck my tits. He immediately began to maul and suck the as I slowly began to ride his massive cock.

After a few minutes I fully expected to hear Aubrey again tell me to get off and mouth either Shane or Steve, instead he said something else that I was not expecting and was a little nervous about. Not that I had fucked 3 guys in succession before, though I have imagined it. What I was nervous about is what he told Shane and Steve.

Aubrey released a nipple he was sucking on and told Steve to sit on the back of the sofa. "Marg, suck his cock" He then told Shane to grab me by my hips and fuck me in the ass.

Steve and Shane took up their positions as Aubrey said but before I took Steve into my mouth I said I was a little nervous as I never have been fucked in the ass before.

Aubrey would not hear of it. All he said was "Relax and it will only be a little pain at first. I'm sure you'll like it once he's in."

Just as I said ok, but go slow Shane, I felt a little pressure on my ass just as began to take Steve into my mouth tasting the remnants of my cum on his cock. The pain of Shane penetrating my ass was slight and though I never had a cock in my ass before, Aubrey's comment that it would be a little painful was correct, but also, it did feel pretty good. I began to suck Steve's cock with zest and Aubrey was now pushing his cock up and into my pussy. Suddenly the pain subsided and pleasure took over as Shane's cock was now fully up my ass and was sliding in and out much easier. Even I began to rock and ride more, increasing the pace as the pleasure of having all 3 holes filled came over me.




After a Birthday to Remember



I released Steve's cock from my sucking mouth only long enough to encourage Shane and Aubrey to fuck me harder and faster before engulfing Steve's cock back into my sucking mouth.

After a few minutes of aggressive sucking of Steve's cock I felt him grow harder in my mouth. It was a sure sign of his impending orgasm and sure enough he began to ejaculate load after load into my mouth. As fast as I could I swallowed his streams of hot sweet cum as it shot into the back of my mouth until he completely emptied his balls.

I released his cock after sucking the remaining cum from his now spent cock. I then looked back at Shane as he was fucking my ass as I rode Aubrey's big cock in my pussy. As I looked at Shane I called out, "Fuck my ass faster Shane! I want to feel your hot cum fill my tight ass!"

Shane needed no encouragement and he immediately increased his tempo, driving his cock faster and harder into my ass. His doing this also had me increase the speed of my riding of Aubrey's cock that filled my pussy. After a few more thrusts from Shane, it was his turn. His cock stiffened and then stream after stream began filling my ass. I could feel the hot spurts of liquid shooting deep into my ass.

Upon feeling the cum hitting the inner walls of my ass I looked at Shane screaming, "Yes, drive it in me Shane and fill my ass with your cum! Fuck me! Harder Shane! Fill my ass!"

Seconds later, Shane went limp and his cock easily slipped out of my ass.

Aubrey, realizing that he was now the only one with a cock inside me began bucking his cock up into my wanting pussy having me screaming with pleasure. As I was getting close to my own orgasm and anticipating Aubrey's I reached between my legs to rub my clit it enrich my orgasm as well as Aubrey's.

When he seen me reach for my pussy he released a nipple from his sucking mouth and said, "You ready to cum Marg? Going to cum all over my cock in your pussy?"

In a shaky voice with my impending orgasm I said, "Yes, I am so close, fuck me harder and make me cum!"

"Like this? He said as he picked up the pace, "or do you want turn around so Steve and Shane can watch you get off on my cock?"

Quickly I rose and turned around; straddling and lowering myself quickly back onto Aubrey's fat cock. My fingers again going straight to my clit, increasing my own pleasure and Aubrey's also as I tightened my pussy muscles around his cock.

"Look Marg, they are watching you riding my cock. I can feel you getting tighter, I bet it turns you on being watched doesn't it?"

"Yes!" is all I said as I continued to ride his cock as Steve and Shane watched!

"Yeah, I bet you fantasize about guys watching you as you masturbate, don't you?"

Again, a single "Yes!" as a reply.

"Then close your eyes and imagine there are a lot of guys watching you right now! Do it now!"

I did as told by Aubrey. I closed my eyes and imagined there was an audience of young men watching me ride his cock. The thought sent me closer to orgasm and had me rubbing my clit furiously.

"What are you imagining Marg?" Aubrey asked.

"That I am on stage fucking you and all the guys are cheering me on."

"I can tell it is turning you on, you're really riding my cock pretty hard. They must be liking what they see to be cheering you on! Cum for them Marg! Show them how you get off fucking a young guy! Show them what they'd be in for if you were fucking them!"

Hearing Aubrey say that I began fucking him faster and harder, I began to imagine that one after the other, each of the guys in the audience was getting their cocks out, ready to take Aubrey's place in my pussy. The thoughts of that took me over the edge and I began screaming that I was cumming. My pussy grabbed Aubrey's as tight as possible and my juices began to flow, coating his cock with my cum.

As I was cumming I could hear Steve and Shane moving around. My eyes were still closed, imagining all the guys in the audience was cheering me on and I was giving them the best show of me getting fucked as I could. What I did not know, was Shane was using his cell phone to record me as I was cumming all over Aubrey's cock and telling the imaginary audience how excited I was that they were all cheering me on and watching me getting fucked.

I then felt Aubrey's massive cock harden and then begin to fill my pussy with his cum. Hot stream after hot stream flooding into my pussy. Having me screaming even more telling the imaginary guys watching that Aubrey was filling me with his cum. After a few streams entered me, I got off Aubrey's cock and spun around, dropping to my knees to take his head into my mouth to swallow the last of his cum. As I took him in my mouth, imagining the cheers of the watchers I swallowed all I could, smearing the rest on my face and tits.

Again, hearing Shane and Steve moving around and not knowing that Shane continued to film me as I sucked and swallowed the cum from Aubrey's cock.

Once Aubrey was spent, I got up and as I did I caught sight of the cell in Shane's hand.

"What the fuck is that!" I yelled, pointing to the cell in Shane's hand!

"It's a cell." Shane said.

"What the fuck were you doing with it? Where you taking pictures?"

"No, I was filming you!" Shane said. "Aubrey told me to if I had a chance."

"What the fuck Aubrey?" I said.

"No, it's not what the fuck, it's I now have something to have you do whatever we want, unless of course you want to be the next You Tube hit!"

"Please, you can't do this." I pleaded.

"For now, we will not do anything, but, you are now mine, you got that?"

"What?" 

"Oh, you'll see. I have plans for you Marg and trust me, I know we will enjoy and maybe you will too. Especially after hearing what you were imagining just now as it has given me a few ideas for you to do."

"Fuck Steve", I said, "I knew this would end up not being a good idea."

"Well Marg, for us it was a good idea, especially now that we have you recorded. So, we'll just keep enjoying fucking you tonight and having you do as we like or else, You Tube here you come."

Knowing I now had no choice but to comply, the rest of the night I did as they wanted. By the end of the night I have fucked, sucked and masturbated myself and them more times than I could count. Every hole was sore from the pounding they gave me and my hands were sore from jerking them off repeatedly and fingering myself over and over again until eventually I was so exhausted I passed out.

I woke up, feeling sore all over and the first thing that I realized that I was alone. As I got out of my bed I saw a note on the bedside table which read:

Marg, I'll be in touch to let you know what you will be doing for our next adventure. Aubrey.

When I seen the note my mind began to race. Though a part of me was not only curious, but also in a way excited, I still wondered what the hell were they going to have me doing? One thing I knew is it will involve sex. Question is. How will it?

Well, I did not have to wait long. Just as last week, I was about to go to Bea's place for tea when my phone rang. On the other end was Steve.

"Hello?" I said as I picked up the phone.

"Hi Marg, it's Steve."

"Steve! What the hell happened last night? How could you let Shane video me like that?"

"Sorry Marg, I had no idea that Shane and Aubrey were going to do that."

"Shit, God knows what they are going to do with it!"

"I don't know what they'll do with the video, but they did tell me that I was to tell you if you wanted it, that next weekend you are to go to the city and meet them at the City Hotel at 3:00."

"Why?" I questioned wanting to know more of why they want me there.

"Aubrey said it has to do with the note he left you."

"Are you going to be there?" I asked Steve.

"Yeah, and I think there will be others but they never said."

"Others? Shit Steve. I really don't have a choice. If I do not go, they'll do something with that video and I am sure it will not be pleasant for me, so I guess I'll have to go and just hope for the best. So am I supposed to bring anything? They probably want me in lingerie right?"

"They said you are to do yourself up like a slut."

"Jesus Steve, this is going to be so humiliating!"

"Well, better that than having your video spread all over the place!"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right Steve. I will have to look through my things and find what looks slutty and meet them there."

Without saying anything more I hung up the phone. I was so shocked from the conversation I just had with Steve that I was having conflicting thoughts. First being how humiliated I will be dressed like a slut, then, since I will be in the city where no one knows me, maybe it won't be all that bad, and maybe even a little exciting. Finally I said to myself, "Fuck it! Slutty they want, well slutty they will get!"

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I wonder what Marg will be in for at the City Hotel? Look forward to your comments and maybe suggestions for a possible Part 3!  



After a Date



I had just returned from a dinner date with a friend and was going to check my email before turning in for the night. As I logged on line one of my instant messengers popped up and just for the heck of it, I sent a smiley face icon to a friend I met on the net. To my surprise, she was on line and sent me a reply. We chatted for a few moments when she sent me an invitation to view her web camera. Of course I accepted and the tiny moving frame that greeted me was a slender, strawberry blonde beauty sitting in front of her computer in nothing more than a tube top and a tiny little thong panty. We chatted for a few more minutes and then she asked if I would like to come over and give her a massage. I knew I would have a tired day of work. However, I thought what the hell; a person has to live a little. She lived close and gave me directions; therefore, I was on my way.

The drive took me about fifteen minutes to arrive at her house. I walked up to the door and there she was, even more beautiful in person. She was stunning! Her buxom body was slender and fit her legs long, lean, and muscular. Her long flowing hair adorned her body gracefully to her perfect heart shaped ass. Her face was pure angelic with high cheekbones and a gorgeous smile. Her eyes were simply radiant. She was a true beauty!

We sat and talked for a bit, which is hard to do with a gorgeous woman staring at you in nothing but her skivvies. Her tiny thong bunched up inside her thighs giving a subtle glance of her pink treasure peeking from the sides. Her full, ripe breasts protruded deliciously from her frame as her pink, sexy erect nipples poked tightly through the fabric. Then I decided I had waited long enough. I embraced her luscious body in my arms and kissed her tenderly on her succulent lips.

 Our tongues danced in lust, as we held on tight to each other, our warm bodies grinding in passion. We held our passionate embrace as we plunged in unison onto her bed. I rolled her onto her stomach and placed my body on top of her hot feminine frame. I then started from behind her…. Cupping her large ripe breasts in my gripping hands as I gently kissed the back of her neck, sending chills of pleasure up her spine. I could feel her hard nipples between my fingertips and the sweet female scent of aroused pussy starting to permeate the air.

 I began rubbing my pelvis against her luscious ass as I reached down between her legs with my roaming hands and I could definitely feel the thin strip of fabric over her sacred womanly place soaking in her warm juices. I then gripped her slender hips and in one quick motion, propped her up on all fours. I placed my fingers around her panties and peeled the soaking wet, tiny garment from the crack of her ass. Her sweet sex was shaved and so smooth and looked so delicious glistening with her liquids! Without warning, I gripped her tight cheeks and spread her dripping holes obscenely apart and immediately, she began to feel warm wet sensation of me licking her up and down from her hard, throbbing clitoris, all the way to her wet, pink asshole. Up and down, in and out, I stroked her with my tongue inside her pussy and ass. She was grinding her soaked pussy into my face like a nasty slut as she moaned, her hot girl juiced oozed into my hungry mouth. 


I continued my oral session for some time, and soon I felt the muscles in her tight pussy contracting around my snaking tongue and I knew she was getting ready to cum. She let out a cry as I felt her body shake and she flooded me with her sweet nectar. She tasted as sweet as fine wine. I sucked all of her I could as I felt the sensation of her hot cum flowed down my throat. I could not get enough…

I then flipped her over onto her back and spread her lean legs wide open, her juiced soaked pussy lips parting sweetly. I was a sight of pure beauty, her shaved quim dripping onto her bed and her rock hard clit standing erect from her folds like a tiny girl cock. I placed my pelvis between her parted thighs and in one thrust, entered her hot hole to the hilt. I paused for a moment just to feel the warm sensation of my cock swallowed inside her. She rocked her head back and cried out in passion as I then began pumping my swollen cock in and out of her hot cock sheath. I then started thrusting her hot cunt with my hard cock as hard as I could. It felt unbelievable, and was so awesome; I did not want to stop. I then placed her long legs over my shoulders. I began ramming into her so hard she came again within seconds. I kept fucking her wet cunt for all I was worth. She came so many times she could not count. I then pulled out of her soaked pussy, a wet squishy plop sounded as my head cleared her swollen lips. I kneeled between her legs and began to stroke my pussy-drenched dick over her body as she furiously rubbed her wet hard clit. She looked so sinful and wickedly nasty as she made herself cum once more while watching me masturbate my dripping wet cock. I soon began to feel the tingle in my sticky sack as my own orgasm was drawing near. I stroked harder and harder as I felt my white-hot load start its way out of my oozing cocktip. I screamed out and almost lost my balance as my bursting nut squirted from my cock and splashed onto her glistening, sweaty body. I shot off so hard! It landed on her tits, on her face and coated her tummy with hot seed.

I then placed myself on top of her, our cum soaked and sweaty bodies rubbed together as we shared a hot after fuck kiss. We then got a towel and cleaned off our mess. I put my clothes back on and gave her a goodbye kiss. We knew and had the agreement that this was just a fuck and nothing more. We both had an urge of human need. I gave her a goodbye kiss and thanked her for a wonderful time. On the way home, I wondered if I would ever see her again.



After a Day at the Beach



Nancy and I have been friends for years. We decided to take a drive down the coast and go to Newport Beach. 

It was a beautiful day, the end of the summer, school was back in session and this was our last week before going back to teaching school.

As we strolled down the Boardwalk, we stopped to watch a volleyball game.

"Look at those pecks on that dark-haired guy, Nancy."

"Susie, you're a forty-year old woman. What exactly are you thinking?" 

"I'm thinking I would like some of that ass, Nancy. How about you?"

"You're disgusting Susie. You're mind is always in the gutter."

"Don't knock it until you try it, Nancy!"

"You haven't been with a guy that young, have you Susie?"

"No, but I have been out with a 29-year-old I worked with."

"And?" asked Nancy.

"And, none of your business if you are going to be so judgmental!" I exclaimed.

As I was reminiscing about my first encounter with Keith, I heard a knock at the door.

***

I opened the door and Keith looked so handsome. "Hi there, honey. Come on in," I said as I began to take my robe off. 

"I take it we're not having dinner ... again," Keith said smiling ear to ear.

"ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY correct," I respond as I pull him toward me. "Let's get wet," I say.

***

I was primed for sex with Keith tonight. I was so horney for him and he had lots of energy and was a lot of fun to be with.

Our age differences didn't seem that important anymore. So what if I was in my forties and he was in his twenties. He had his choice of women but he decided to be with me.

Keith was mature and very, very sexy. More than that, he was nice, funny, and witty and when I was near him, I felt warm and fuzzy all over, comfortable and happy. Sex was just the bonus to our rendezvous'.

But, the sex was indispensable. We loved being with each other. The sex was erotic, nasty, lustful, and fulfilling. I hadn't been satisfied in years with other men my own age or otherwise. 

Keith didn't have any rules. When he went down on me, he went down on me...not a prissy at all about it. When he came, I enjoyed his hot cum all over me because it was part of him. I loved his hard cock inside my mouth and my pussy and my ...

*** 

As I unrobed, Keith took a good look at me with a shameless appetite. I was wearing some new undergarments which were just plain cute and sexy. I was wearing a black and white poked dotted bra showing my voluptuous cleavage with a delicate lavender lace alluring my tits. I had on thong panties to match and a little lace mini, very mini skirt to match with the tight thong showing through.

"You look like candy," Keith observed naughtily. "You look good enough to eat," as he laid me down on the king-size bed all properly made.

"We're going to mess up this brothel tonight," Keith whispered wickedly.

"Oh, we are, are we?" I mimicked.

Keith pulled off my thong underwear with his teeth and poked his head under my sheer mini-skirt.

"What do we have here," Keith asked. "Oh, a little candy for me, I see honey. You look delicious, Nancy."

I don't remember much after that. I think Keith ate me till I came for over an hour. I hadn't been orally and sexually satisfied in so many years until with him recently. 

Why does sex have to be so difficult, I asked myself? When you're young, like Keith, sex just happens and it feels wonderful. As you get older, too many emotions and conditions come into play which ruins sex and a relationship.

"Keith, you're amazing! Thank you, that was wonderful," I muttered.

"Just getting you in the mood, Nancy. You'll have your work cut out for you. Climb on top," Keith employed.

Still wearing my bra and skirt, I climbed on top of his penetrating hard dick. I kissed him and he unfastened my bra with my tits flopping out for him to suck.

"You're beautiful, Nancy," Keith remarked as I fit on top of his hard cock bucking my ass up and down, pulling off of him and teasing him a few times.

"Oh, that's how you want to play, huh, Nancy?" Keith asked as he turned me over lubing up my ass, fingering me and driving me crazy. Then he lubed up my pussy and turned me over gently. "I want to make love to you, Nancy, delicately and lovingly. You're my gal."

As we embraced, Keith inserted his cock in my warm pussy gracefully and tenderly having sex with me. It was as if we were one, connected sexually in body and soul.

As he slowly moved in and out of me, we both orgasmed silently and lavishly.

"Nancy, I love you," Keith whispered.

"Keith, it's too soon. You're too young. I'm too old for you," responded Nancy.

*** 

Keith was a frat boy in college. But, he was smart, kind and caring. I could tell his playboy lifestyle was getting old and boring for him. He was ready to settle down, he told me. He hadn't met anyone to match his compassion, emotionally or physically and before me he was dating every night running from bar to bar, and woman to woman. He was intelligent and planned on getting his master's degree finished as he diligently worked full-time and going to school. He would be successful at whatever he did. 

Keith had a great personality. He hadn't met the right person, lucky for me no one had yet snatched him up. He was sincere, funny as hell and great looking.

I was in my forties and sexually satisfied for the first time in my life. I never knew sex could be so great. I never knew a man could feel so good inside of me and besides me. I had a whole new attachment to the physicality of a man because of Keith. 

*** 

The phone rang as Keith just finished telling me he loved me. It was Susie.

"Hi, Nancy," said Susie. "How's it going?"

"Fine," I replied smiling at Keith while pointing to a picture of Susie and me in a framed picture.

"Are you dating anyone, Nancy? Bill has this great friend I'd like to set you up with," stated Susie.

"Oh, that's so nice of you, Susie," I replied imagining what kind of bore her set-up would me. "But, I'm really busy at work and traveling a lot which wouldn't be fair to Bill's friend right now. Maybe another time."

"You're not still chasing younger men, are you?" asked Susie in her cagey tone.

"I've got to go, Susie. Someone is at the door." I quickly ended the interrogation.

*** 

Keith glanced over at me and laughed. "Your nagging friend?" he asked.

"Yep, handsome. She's just jealous that I'm single and fancy free, dating and getting laid by a great, younger man."

"Well, maybe not for long," Keith remarked. 

"Keith, I'm too old for you. You deserve a young woman, a family, someone to grow old with."

Keith ignored me as usual and began kissing me passionately. "Let's get wet, sweetheart," as he led me into the Jacuzzi with our naked asses walking outside in the moonlight.

The Jacuzzi was sizzling hot and so was I. Keith massaged me in the Jacuzzi and we played a little more naked in the moonlight.

"This feels great," I said to Keith. "I'm so relaxed."

"So am I, Nancy. Let's finish the Jacuzzi and then I'm making dinner for you tonight.

"You are, are you?" I asked. "And, how do you plan on doing that?"

"Vons will be delivering soon ... including a few bottles of wine for us."

That sounds wonderful, Keith. You're amazing. And, you young men know how to spoil a woman."

"MEN? What's this about MEN?" Keith asked.

"I mean you, Keith. I mean a man, a wonderful and thoughtful man."

*** 

"I'm going to run you a bath," suggested Keith. He proceeded to light some candles and run the bath water for me to hop into to. 

As I bathed, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The delivery from Vons arrived, I assumed, as Keith brought in a glass of merlot.

"That looks mouth-watering," I responded.

"You look scrumptious," he said. 

I laughed at him wearing only an apron and walking out of the bathroom with his naked, hard ass facing me upon exit.

As I toweled off myself, dinner smelled wonderful. I was getting a little tipsy and really hungry.

Keith had lit some long stem candles and dinner was ready. He made rosemary lemon chicken, baby red potatoes and asparagus with a desert waiting for us.

"That was delicious. Thank you, Keith," I said. He was a great cook.

"You're welcome, honey. Glad you enjoyed it. Let's have another glass of wine and you can feed me dessert."

We nuzzled on the couch, once again getting passionate. As I fed Keith a strawberry with whip cream, he started to get a little feisty again. 

"No, you're not going to do that...," I pleaded.

"Yes, I am," responded Keith.

Before I knew it we were in bed together again with whip cream squirted all over the both of us.

We continued to make love overpoweringly and fell asleep embracing each other completely satisfied bodily and emotionally.

*** 

When I woke up the next morning, I wondered if Keith remembered to use a condom with all the spewing whip cream. Oh well, now wasn't the time to worry about it.

Keith and I continued seeing each other regularly. He quit seeing his other young gals and I was dating him solely. He was wonderful and he was all I wanted. I was pretty sure he felt the same way.

A few weeks went by, and I kept trying to remember the whipped cream night together but it was a blur. 

Keith didn't remember much of the night either so I waited patiently to see what the future may bring.

*** 

When I was sure after a few more weeks, I tried to break the news to Keith but never quite got the words out. As he walked in the door, I told him I needed to talk to him again. I told him I had a surprise for him.

"There's plenty of time to chat," he responded as he threw me on the bed. "I have about an 8 inch surprise for you as we made love till sunrise."

As we awoke, I kissed Keith and told him I had a surprise for him once again. Actually, I had two surprises for him. I wasn't sure how he would handle the news. 

I was shocked I was pregnant at my age. As Keith looked up at me with a serious look on my face, I began. "Keith, I don't know how you're going to handle this news. I need to tell you that I'm...."