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Guess Who

By: Winemaker



We had been sipping lots of wine over the past few hours, and so the conversation had gotten more intimate, and more risqué. She leaned close to me asked, "So... have you ever wanted to be blindfolded and tied up, and then had wild sex?" 

"No." I said. 

"So... would you ever WANT to be blindfolded, tied up, and then have wild sex?" 

"Sure." I said. 

"When?" she asked. 

"Whenever you feel like it", I said. 

Then she changed the subject, and asked me about how I liked different positions, or something like that. After all, we had been drinking an awful lot of wine. We fell asleep together in the big hammock, and slept through until the morning sun warmed us enough to wake us up. She had to go to work, and so did I, so we hustled to get ready. 

"See you Friday evening, and remember, you promised to cook this time." she said. And with that, she waved good-bye, and drove off. There was something about the look in her eye, some sparkle, that got me thinking she was up to no good, but Friday was several days away, and so I didn't think much more about it.

On Friday, midday, a package was delivered to my office, with an envelope inside. I opened it and read the following: Go straight home after work. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. When you get home, remove all your clothing, sit in your leather chair in the den. Wait patiently. DO NOT OPEN YOUR EYES FOR ANY REASON! That sounded like fun, so I figured I'd play along. 

The afternoon seemed to drag forever until finally it was 5:00pm. I headed straight home, stripped down, showered, and then went and sat in my chair. I closed my eyes and waited. And waited. And waited. 

I heard the front door open, and footsteps approaching. "Are your eyes closed?" she asked.  

"Yes." I answered. 

She came closer to me, leaned down next to my face, softly brushed my nose and lips with her lips. I could smell her perfume. She told me not to speak, and just do as I was told. 

"Come with me." She said. She led me into the living room, and had me sit down. It was a new chair; one I didn't recognize. As I sat, I realized that the seat of the chair had an open seat, not unlike a toilet seat. I sat down, and she slipped a blindfold over my eyes. 

"I had it made custom- just for you." she said. I leaned back, and as I did, I felt her slip some cloth around my wrist, and then heard that distinct sound of Velcro. Suddenly, my right hand was firmly attached to the right arm of the chair. Before I could even react, she managed to do the same with my left arm. Both wrists were snugly attached to the arms of the chair. 

Then, she reached down and grabbed my left ankle, and quickly "Velcro-ed" my ankle to the leg of the chair. I figured that she was going to have her way with me, so thought that might be fun. I played along as she attached my other foot to the other leg of the chair. I was pretty sure that I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. She stood behind me, and then leaned down and whispered into my ear. "You're now mine for the weekend. Mine." 

Then I felt another cloth belt wrap around my waist, and it pulled me tightly against the back of the chair. I wasn't able to move at all now. This was getting interesting.

I heard her footsteps leave the room, and some music begin to play on the stereo in my den. It drowned out any other noises. I relaxed and tried to "sense" anything else I could, but I was pretty well unable to hear or see much, so decided to wait patiently. 

I never heard her return, but jumped suddenly as a very soft feather caressed by balls. It was just a soft whisper, but my cock tingled and began to thicken. She continued to run that feather all over me, under and around my balls, up and down the length of my now hard cock, and then up and to the tips of my nipples. It was so subtle, and yet so intense. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she simply stopped. I sat there, throbbing and aching, but sensed no movement and no sound. 

Then I felt a warm liquid pour onto my cock, and with that, her hand gripped me and firmly ran up and down my shaft. I was going crazy with the sensation of that, and once again, just as I was ready to cum, she stopped. 

The next thing I knew, she was sitting down on my legs, facing me, as I felt her breasts press into my chest, and then she began to kiss me. This was not your Momma's kiss; this was hot. She alternated from a light flick of her tongue to a forceful ravishing of my mouth. She tongued me deeply and groaned, then would lightly run her lips over mine, flicking her tongue quickly in and out and over my lips. It was sexy and it was hot. I had never had anyone focus so intently on kissing me before, and I was getting pretty excited. 

My cock was hard and poking straight up. I could feel the insides of her thighs with the tip of my cock, and as she kissed me, she would move her ass back and forth, rubbing her wet pussy across the head. I wanted to be inside her so much. She knew it, and continued kissing me deeply, and working her pussy around my cock, but she wouldn't sit down on it and she was driving me crazy.

Her hands grabbed my ears and pulled my head hard against her lips, still kissing me. She was fucking me with her mouth- just kissing- and it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. I was trying to hump up into her, but the belt around my waist kept me pinned back against the chair. Her pussy began to stroke back and forth against my cock, rubbing wetly, the length of it as she pressed down on it and pinned it against my stomach. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

Then she just stood up. Stopped cold. My cock was hard as steel and sticking straight up. I was so close to cumming. She knew it and she just stopped. Oh man, I was going to enjoy paying her back for this night!

Then I felt her mouth on my cock. She licked the tip of it and then worked her way down the shaft to my balls. I felt her swing underneath the chair, and then she began to work on my balls. She took each one into her mouth, humming and vibrating it in her mouth. She sucked each ball hard, rolling it around inside her mouth, then licked me all the way back to my asshole. She would lick around my rim, and then tickle the underside of my balls- that special spot between a man's asshole and his balls. She was driving me crazy. 

As my balls began to ache, she moved smoothly to kneel in front of me and once again took my cock head into her mouth. As she licked around it, she hummed again, and I knew the end was coming soon. I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. Then she stopped again! 

I was thinking that homicide might be a serious consideration, when she straddled my legs and sat down squarely onto my cock. Her pussy squeezed my cock tightly as she sat there. I was finally home- inside her hot pussy. She relaxed, then squeezed again, then relaxed. It was this wet hot grip milking my cock. She leaned close, and said very softly, "Now, baby, you come NOW!" 

And, with that, I exploded into her. I spurted and spurted, as her pussy continued to squeeze, then release, and then squeeze again. I thought I would blow off the top of her head with my cum. I shot hard into her again and again. Finally, there wasn't any left in me, and slowly my cock softened, and slipped out of her. She kissed me gently, stood up, and I heard her walking away. 

"You're going to let me loose, aren't you?" I asked. "Honey? You ARE going to let me loose, right?" But I couldn't hear anything except the front door open and close. I thought that this was some kind of joke; she was going to come back and untie me any minute. But, she didn't. Not for a very long time, and long after I had resigned myself to spending the night tied to a chair. 

Then I heard the door open, and heard giggling. She was back- finally! She came in and sat again in my lap, grabbing my head with her hands and kissing me again, deeply and purposefully. My cock began to stiffen, when I suddenly felt a hand on my balls. Wait a minute! 

Let me count again: two hands holding my head, and another holding my balls? Something didn't add up here. Then another hand joined down below and my balls were getting a serious massage. My cock reacted immediately and hardened. Whoever was working on my balls added some warm oil to the mix, and began to fondle my asshole, too. I was getting quite a workout below, and all that time, she was still sucking and licking and kissing my face, too. I couldn't hold back and began to cum fast, shooting all over the place, as the magic hands milked my cock and gently squeezed my balls, emptying me. 

She stood up, untied my left hand, and said for me to count to 25 before I untied myself. If I peeked or tried to get loose any quicker, she said it would never happen again. So, as I began to count slowly, she and her mysterious friend left quickly. I never did find out who that was, but I have never forgotten those great hands.

Guess Who



You start to wake up from an intensely erotic dream to realize it isn't only a dream. Someone is in your bed with you... someone who smells very nice with smooth skin and that softness girls have. You feel her long hair brushing your stomach as she gently licks the side of your raging erection and then takes it into her mouth. She doesn't stop as you shift, obviously awake. In the dim light of early morning you can make out her legs next to your head and her panty-covered pussy inches from your face. You're still wearing your t-shirt, but you can feel your boxers down around your thighs.

This has never happened to you before (any of it) but you dive in, hoping to make the most of it before the dream ends. You move your arm around her bottom and draw your face to her panties. They are skimpy and satiny and you smell what can only be the arousal of her sex. You nose her panties a little and feel the wetness of the fabric as it slides against your nose and cheek. She's very warm and as you stick your tongue out to lick she moans softly.

You kiss her pantied pussy and let your hands enjoy her curvy ass. Her body is toned and her bottom perfectly curved. As you nose her panties, you can tell she is shaved, her panties sticking to her swollen labia. You kiss and lap at this place of heaven until your own attention dissolves. You don't want to stop licking but you can't concentrate. 

Her mouth is so soft, wet, and warm. It is much like a pussy but unique... the soft scrape of her teeth as she draws almost all of your cock into her mouth... the squeeze of her throat as your head pushes in... the stroke of her cheeks as she sucks. Your hands gently caress and grope her perfect ass as you drink in every sensation.

She is bringing you to orgasm quickly and you feel your whole body tensing with pleasure. You haven't jacked off in weeks and it's all coming together with an intensity you don't think you've ever felt before. The sensations are overloading you: her hot mouth, her tight lips, her rough tongue, the suction, her bare breasts against your abdomen, her grip on the base of your shaft and balls, her pantied pussy so close. You get tighter and tighter, feeling your balls clench up in such intense pleasure that you hear yourself cry out and you CUM!

...your balls clenching and pumping...

... your hot cum flowing up your cock and shooting out into her warm and eager mouth...

...her soft, cool hand stroking and milking you...

...the suction never ceasing, drawing out every blob of milky cum until your balls ache from the effort...

...waves of warm pleasure rushing through your body until everything relaxes at once and you fall back from your pleasure peak...

...the sonorous chemicals in your brain hit you like a sledgehammer and you close your eyes for just a minute...

The sun is bright when you wake up, alone in the bed. You're naked, your boxers bunched down at the end of your bed under your covers. A sniff and you smell the perfume of her skin and arousal still in the air. It wasn't a dream, but who was she?

You don't want to move yet. If you get up, you fear it will fade somehow, the vivid excitement and sensual movements disappearing. Your mind races over the experience and your cock starts to get hard again. Before you can relive the whole thing, your mind interrupts with all the questions: who was she? How did she get in your apartment? Why did she give you a blowjob? Why didn't she wait for you to bring her to an orgasm?

You swing your legs off the bed and watch your boxers flip to the floor. Looking down you see that your erection is clean of any sexual residue. She certainly sucked and licked you completely clean. You smile a little and shake your head. Even if you never meet her again, never touch her again, you'll never forget last night.

Getting up from the bed, you snag your boxers and hit the bathroom. A hot shower feels great. You almost miss it when you towel off and start to leave the bathroom to get fresh underwear. 

Her panties hung on the doorknob and there is lipstick on the mirror... "Guess who!"



Guess Who?



Hi folks, this is just intended as a relatively short, fun peace for Thanksgiving so don't take it too seriously. This year I have a lot to be thankful for. I have my beautiful wife and daughter. My wonderful best friend and editor. Literotica for letting me post stories. All of you great people who read them and of course Ford for making Mustangs. I hope you all have as much. SS06

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A light rain had started to fall as we all gathered around the final resting place of a woman who meant something to all of us. I can't exactly say what that something was because it would be different in each case. Some of us had our eyes brimming with hot, salty tears and hearts full of sadness and sorrow over her passing. Others really weren't that concerned, but were here to support a loved one who was attending. I was here because I had to be, but on the other hand, I wanted to make sure the bitch wasn't pulling a trick. I wanted to see her in that box, see them at least close it, if not nail it shut. And I really wanted to see them lower her withered ass into the ground so I could put an end to that aspect of my life.

I also needed to be here for my kids. I really don't believe that either my son or my daughters really cared that much anymore. It's strange but we're among the most dry eyed of all of the attendees. I guess we're the ones who knew Heidi the best. As I look over the moderate sized grouping that is gathered around the open grave, I see some of the people who meet my gaze and smile or wave. I can feel their sympathy and I smile in response to their projected condolences.

I also see others, mostly men, but a few women who are afraid to meet my gaze and furtively look in any other direction other than towards me. I wish there was some way for me to let them know that my enmity towards them died with Heidi. I figure out how to do that at nearly the last moment. A small tanned hand slips inside of mine and gives me a reassuring squeeze. I'm in the front of the gathering so everyone can see what I do. I kneel down before the woman next to me squeezing my hand to reassure me of her love and press my head against her bulbous nearly eight and a half months pregnant stomach.

My daughters smile and happy, yet surprised murmurs go through the crowd. My simple gesture resonates through everyone there, reminding them of all of that shit we learned about the circle of life from that fucking Lion King movie. Whenever one goes out, another one comes in. I can't help but smile myself. Everyone else here is smiling, because they're thinking about death and new life being opposites.

I'm smiling because I didn't realize it at the time, but Heidi would have hated what I'd just done. The bitch is probably just inside the gates of hell, screaming for a chance to come back because for once, I took all of the attention off of her. This is supposed to be her day. It's supposed to be her last performance here on this earthly plane and now everyone is more interested in my baby than in Heidi's crusty dead ass.

I'm a mature adult. This baby will be my fourth. I had, as I've said, three children while I was married to Heidi. The others are all fully grown and out in the world. David stands next to me. My daughter Sarah is on his other side. And my daughter Sasha is further to my right.

I'm almost sixty years old, so over my lifespan, I've learned that you have to let some things go. By the time of her death, I no longer hated Heidi or resented her for making most of my life a waste. As I look at the three wonderful people that she and I brought into the world, I know I could never truly resent her because I love them with all of my heart and soul. I also understand that without Heidi, none of them would be the way they are.

So I let go all of my hatred and anger towards Heidi more than three years ago. Hatred and anger poison a person's life. Heidi is a non-factor in mine, so there was simply no reason to let any ill will towards her color my existence. I still wanted to see her serving as kibble to a giant three headed dog as she slowly roasted for all of eternity, but I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it.

The last time I saw Heidi alive was five months ago. We'd all gathered or in my case been summoned to a big family Thanksgiving dinner at my son David's house. I think back on that day and the events that led up to it as the minister begins his calming words.

It had been at sunset on a surprisingly warm November evening in Florida. That day and that night were nearly summer-like. It had been sunny and warm all week but not oppressively so. A solitary figure trudged purposefully down the beach. His shoulders were hunched, carrying a lot of tension. He was headed for two beach chairs which were the only feature breaking the pristine beauty of nature on a stretch of private beach.

The chairs weren't arranged in the manner one would expect. Although they were side to side and parallel and only inches apart, one faced east and the other west. In one chair, a gray haired but still hard bodied old man sat watching the waves. He occasionally got up and threw rocks at the ocean. He also looked dreamy eyed at a car in the driveway of a house only a few yards away from the chair he sometimes occupied.

The other chair was occupied by a woman. At twenty nine years old she was exactly half of his age. Their birthdays were within a day of each other as well. The man, me, was steely eyed although my eyes had faded during my long life to the point where they seem to be more gray than their former blue.

The woman's soulful brown eyes and calm disposition seemed to be the exact opposite of mine. Her large breasts and long legs surrounded a formerly flat tummy that was just to the point where someone with a sharp eye could tell something was going on there.

Her tanned skin came from her Mexican heritage more than any amount of sun. Her long, rich brown hair was tied back in a single pony-tail that if she were standing, would have just kissed the top of her luscious ass.

She was every bit as composed and motionless as I was frenetic and animated. Neither of us had noticed the figure dragging his feet angrily through the sand as he trudged towards us.

"James, we're supposed to be resting," she said in unaccented English.

"We are resting," I said. "We're not even doing anything."

"No, Honey. I'm not doing anything. You're doing laps back and forth between the water and your chair. You're throwing every piece of drift wood, rock and any other debris you find into the water where the tide just sweeps it back onto the beach. I'm getting tired just watching you."

I sat back down in my chair and the reason she'd arranged the chairs that way made sense. With us facing in opposite directions, we could look directly in each other's eyes from very close and kiss each other without moving very much.

With her concentrating on looking at me and at the book she was reading on her iPad, she didn't see the man until it was too late.

He, like me, was just shy of six feet tall. He was well muscled and probably twenty years younger than me. In fact, I knew for a fact that he was exactly twenty years, three months and fourteen days younger. I was calculating the exact date as his fist streaked towards my face.

It's a God damned shame to see some late thirties ruffian trying to hand out a beat down on a guy who's almost legally a senior citizen...Hold that thought.

I had a second disadvantage because I was sitting while he was standing over me. I easily caught his flashing fist and hooked my leg behind his knees and spilled him to the beach. I immediately rolled on top of him and started wrestling with him. His rage and youth seemed to be stalemated by my superior strength, energy and experience. A battle like this would be determined only by the stamina of the combatants, normally.

The sound of a metallic click and words hissed through clenched teeth took all of the fight out of him.

"Eeeef ju move I weel put you brains in thees fucking sand," said Samantha angrily, as she pressed her gun into the side of his head. Just the sound of her gun, a custom .450 Automag, was frightening.

The man, my son, David, whom I hadn't seen in three years, went still immediately. Samantha bit one of her luscious lips and pressed the long barrel even more firmly against his head. David flinched as he saw nothing but death in her eyes.

Sam let out a string of curse words in pure Spanish and I started laughing. "Sam, don't shoot him," I said. "Besides having to clean up the beach and hide the body, we'd only have to go to a funeral. And the funeral would probably be in Michigan; it's cold as hell there now. I wouldn't want to even have my Mustang there now, let alone the three of us."

She looked at me strangely.

"Dave, did you notice that the more pissed off she gets, the more her language goes backwards? Before you showed up, she was speaking perfect English. Once you got her pissed, her Spanish accent got so thick it was crazy. At this rate, she'll be speaking Aztec in the next few minutes."

"Thees is...This is David?" she asked. "Your son David?"

I nodded and smiled. "And you were going to shoot him."

"I still might," she said. But she moved the gun away from his head.

"So David," I said calmly. "Why'd you travel almost twelve hundred miles to take a poke at me? And how'd you find me anyway?"

"I got a really good PI. A lot of people say that she's the best. She's a friend of Uncle Chance and his girlfriend," he said. "Her name is..."

"Sarah Price," I finished for him. "She works for the Rios Agency, right."

Immediately Samantha started mumbling under her breath as she turned and picked up her chair. She turned the chair around so it was next to mine and then plopped herself down so angrily, that if the baby was further along she might've popped it out in that lounge chair. She continued cursing but switched to Spanish and started reading her book...or pretending to.

"Uhm, Dad," asked David. "What is she so upset about?"

"Rios is her uncle," I said. "Sarah is one of her best friends. I guess they had no way of knowing that you were looking for me. I rarely use my full name down here so I doubt that Sarah even put two and two together."

"So why did you come all this way?" I asked again.

"Dad, things are rough at home," he began. "And Mom...it's not good. She's just not right in the head. She hasn't been since you left. It's just been one thing after another. And now they've diagnosed her with some type of mystery disease. I'm not sure whether Mom knows what it is and just won't tell us, or that they don't know what it is."

I shrugged my shoulders. I also put on the greatest acting performance of my life. Both David and Samantha were staring at me; each for their own reasons.

"I'm not a doctor David," I said. "I have a small but successful business here. Technically, I should already be into my early retirement but I have to work still. Life is more expensive down here than it was in Michigan. I have to work long enough to make sure that my wife and kid or kids are well looked after when I'm gone."

"You're not going anywhere," quipped Sam under her breath.

"I meant when I die, miss nosey smart ass," I said.

"And I meant what I said too," she smirked. "Even God knows that you belong to me. He has to keep his hands off of you until I'm ready to let you go."

David looked at us strangely.

"So I just don't see what I can do..." I said. "...Or how any of that has anything to do with me."

"What about all of that bullshit you taught us growing up?" he said tersely. "What about accepting your responsibilities and doing the right thing?" he said even louder."I came down here to talk to you about coming home so we could be a family again. I wanted you to come back to help Mom through whatever she's going through. None of us have a clue why you just vanished while Mom was injured. You disappeared without a fucking trace or any reason and left her penniless."

Samantha started cursing in Spanish again and I started laughing.

"So you really don't know?" I laughed.

"Don't know what?" he spat. "That the man I looked up to for most of my life and wanted to be like ran out on his wife without a word so he could come down to Miami and hang out with women who are younger than his children. You're down here, living in luxury, pretending to be married, when your real-life wife is suffering and your kids have to work harder to support her."

"What a Bitch," I spat.

"What a beetch," echoed Sam.

David got up angrily. "Don't talk about my mother," he said. Before he was fully on his feet, Sam had her gun trained on him again.

"God damn the two of you," I said. "Sam, put your gun away and David, come into the house. We need to talk. After we're done talking, you'll probably agree with me that your Mom is a bitch."

"Beetch," echoed Sam.

"And what if I don't agree?" he asked.

"Then I'll go back to Michigan with you," I said.

We went through the house and out onto the small deck behind it. Sam brought beers out to us.

"First off," I began. "Who told you that I left your mother penniless?"

"She did," he said. "In fact, she's been living with my wife and me since you left and we've had to..."

I was rolling around on the floor laughing. Anger filled his face and his eyes. "Dad, don't you take anything serious?" he yelled.

"Why are you getting mad at me," I asked. "You're a chip off the old block, you know." I left him sitting there on the deck. I went into my office and brought out a stack of papers. I handed them to him.

"What am I looking at?" he asked.

"You're looking at the file for the sale of the house that we used to live in," I said. "When I left I arranged for your mother to get the house. The house sold for a little over four hundred thousand dollars. The check was made out to her. Here's a picture of the canceled check. So if I left her penniless, what did she do with all of the money?"

"She never...she said..." he sputtered.

"Welcome to the club," I said. "Your mother is the type of person who's always there when SHE needs YOU. With me leaving, she needed someone else to take care of her. You fit the bill. Of course, if you knew that she had close to a half million dollars, you'd have expected her to get her own place, so she needed to be broke and homeless. I'm guessing that's why she told you she was broke."

"Dad, how did you get these papers?" he asked.

"They had to give me the details of the transaction since I gave her the house as part of our divorce settlement."

"You're divorced?" he asked.

"Of course," I said. "I couldn't have married Sam if I wasn't."

"But Mom said..." he began.

"I filed for a divorce. Your mother refused to sign the papers. She refused to come to any of the meetings. She refused to come to court. They issued a warrant for her. She ignored it and most cops aren't going to serve a warrant on a fifty five year old woman. No one knew where she was. Now I know that she was hiding in your house. One of the reasons I moved here is because it's one of the states that allow divorces in absentia. You can file all of the paperwork and if the person you're trying to divorce refuses to answer, the clock starts ticking. After a certain period of time, the divorce is granted whether they agree or not because the court looks at it as if both lives have gone on separately for enough time for both parties to have accepted things. I could have given her nothing, but I gave her the house anyway."

Dave was angry again. "Dad, she didn't tell us anything," he said.

"Dave, your mom has always been like that. Everything is always about her. She needs to be the center of attention. Look at the rest of the file."

"What are these three envelopes," he asked.

"When I left, you and Kelly were still working in Alaska," I said. "You were on the road constantly and I couldn't get a hold of you. Your sisters were still in college and I didn't want to bother them. When I sent the information about the divorce to your mom, I also sent her those three envelopes for the three of you. There was a check in each one for you and your sisters. When the envelopes came back, the checks were missing but everything was still intact."

"How much were the checks for?" he asked.

"Ten thousand dollars," I said. David jumped off of my deck onto the grass below and went and kicked the tree in the middle of the yard as hard as he could.

"I just figured that the three of you had decided that right or wrong, she was your mother and you'd side with her in the divorce. I guess it just seemed like I was on my own. None of you ever called me or wrote," I said. "Not for my birthday, or Christmas or even Father's Day. I just assumed that you didn't want to hear from me."

"So you seem to be doing well," he said looking around. "And she's beautiful. Are you really married?"

"Yep," I said. "I've never known anyone like her. She is all the things I only hoped your mom would someday become."

"But Dad she's...how old is she?" he asked changing his tactic.

"She just turned twenty nine," I said. "Normally she's really sweet, but she is very protective of me. And besides that she's pregnant. It's a boy."

"So I finally get the little brother I wanted, but I have to wait until I'm thirty eight," he smirked. "And my new step mom is almost ten years younger than I am. Holy shit, she's younger than Sarah and Sasha too. How long have the two of you been together?"

"Two years," said Sam, coming out from the house with more beer and some snacks on a tray.

"Fuck," he screamed. "Sorry ma'am. I just...I feel like Keanu Reeves when he found out that he'd lived his entire God damned life in the matrix. Half of me is wishing that I hadn't come down here. Every time you open your mouth another lie that Mom told me falls out. She made it seem like you probably ran off with your secretary. When we ran into your old secretary, Carol Brady, we attacked her and demanded that she tell us where you were. We were lucky she didn't press charges on us."

"It's Samantha or Sam," she said.

"Dad, I have no idea of how I'm going to explain any of this to Sarah and Sasha. They were expecting to drag you kicking and screaming back to Michigan so you could atone for your actions and be there to stand by Mom during her crisis," he said.

"Don't bother," I said. "Don't tell them anything yet."

"But why?" he asked. "They deserve to know."

"I agree," I said. "That's why I'm coming to your house for Thanksgiving dinner. We'll let all of the lies out. Can you try to keep the guest list to just the five of us?"

"Six," said Sam.

"Kelly makes seven. I can't have dinner at my house without my wife being there. Justin will make eight," he said.

"Why the fuck would Justin be there?" I snapped. David was shocked because all of this time I'd remained calm. Even when he tried to punch me out I hadn't lost my temper."

"Dad, he was Sarah's boyfriend when you left. They're married now. He's not the brother I'd have wanted, but Sarah likes him and that's all that counts," he said.

I nodded my head. "Yeah," I said. "Make sure old Justin is there too."

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Three days later, I was already pissed as I pulled the Mustang into David's driveway. It was cold and blustery in Michigan. Samantha didn't like it. She'd lived in Florida all of her life. She preferred the warmer temperatures of the southern states. I'd bought her a beautiful new fur coat and I was sure that everyone would laugh at her. It was forty five degrees outside and she was wrapped in a full length fur coat as if she was going to the Arctic Circle.

The reason that I was pissed wasn't the weather. Being born in Michigan, I knew what to expect. It was the car. I'd envisioned a chance to totally thrash a Hertz Mustang GT-H. Everyone knows the history of the car. Back in the sixties Hertz had Ford build a fleet of special high powered Mustangs that they could rent out to customers. People went crazy over them. There are all kinds of things that happened. Some of the customers would rent the Mustangs and take them to the drag strip. Others had been caught renting the cars and swapping out the high performance power plants and turning the cars back in with a far more mundane motor.




Guess Who?



A couple of years after Ford introduced the retro styled Mustang in 2005; they did a new version of the GT-H. I figured that right off of the plane I'd get one. I knew that the car couldn't compete with my 2012 Boss 302, but I really wanted the chance to drive one. The Hertz office outside of Detroit Metro airport was open, but they didn't have any GT-H models on their list of cars. The only Mustang they had was a v6. And it was a frigging convertible. I just knew by that omen that this wasn't going to be a good trip.

As Sam shivered in what she perceived as cold, I wrapped an arm around her and we headed for the door. Before we even got onto the porch, the door opened and a small bundle of energy exploded from the house and launched itself at me. Being almost sixty, it's a good thing I'm in great shape because I had to struggle to maintain my balance. My daughter had almost knocked me backwards down the cement stairs. I walked through the doorway and into David's house, carrying Sarah, who had attached herself to me like a leech. During that entire walk into the warm house, Sarah's feet never touched the ground. Sam stood watching the scene with amusement on her face.

As Sarah continued to hug and kiss me, my far more cynical daughter, Sasha, spoke up.

"Way to go Sarah," she said. "I'm glad to see you're still playing hard to get about forgiving him. I'm really sure that your behavior will let him know how wrong he was." Her sarcasm made me smile.

Sarah stopped hugging me long enough to look over her shoulder at her sister and extend her middle finger skyward. "Fuck you. My daddy's home," she said.

At that point, the two sisters looked around the room as David came in with his wife Kelly. David smiled, then ignored me and immediately introduced Kelly to Samantha. Kelly seemed really interested in Sam's nearly floor length coat. She elbowed Dave in the ribs and pointed to the coat.

"Don't even start," he quipped. "Those things cost a hell of a lot of money to begin with. And the more animals they have to kill the more they cost."

"Just what are you saying hubby?" asked Kelly, putting a hand on one of her generous hips.

"Well, in Sam's case, they probably killed twenty or thirty minks to make that coat. I'd say it retailed for about four or five grand. In your case, we'd have to mortgage the house and it would put minks on the endangered species list."

Sam's sharp intake of air and the way her eyes widened conveyed her shock at the way David had spoken to Kelly.

"We're about the same size," lied Sam quickly. "You can probably fit this one."

"I like her," smiled Kelly. "Honey, I probably couldn't get my hand into that little coat. I know I'm a big girl, but trust me; Dave wouldn't have it any other way. And I guarantee you, within ten minutes of you guys leaving tonight and his mom going to sleep, Dave will have his lips and tongue all over my fat ass. And he'll be loving it."

After hearing the exchange between the two women, everyone in the room was suddenly interested in Sam. Dave walked over to her and pretended to pat her down for weapons. Then he held his arms out wide and Sam walked into them and gave him a hug. Dave led us into the living room despite the fact that both of my daughters were obviously curious about who and what Samantha was.

It didn't surprise me to see the two of them sitting in a room together. Although seeing Heidi seated demurely on the sofa with her feet up, while Justin sat on the other side of the room watching or pretending to watch a college football game wasn't believable.

As we all came into the room, Kelly announced that she had to check on the turkey and headed for the kitchen. She looked around to see if anyone was interested in joining her and only Sam took the bait.

"You stay here and get accustomed to the house for a while Honey," said Kelly. "I was expecting one of these freeloaders to do it."

"I will come in later then," said Sam politely. Her nervousness made her accent more apparent and instantly every eye in the room was on her, except for, of course, mine and Dave's. Hearing Sam speak even pried my ex-wife's eyes off of me.

Justin had locked his eyes on her from the second she entered the room. He appraised her from the top of her pretty head to the bottom of her coat.

My ex looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes. I smiled at her and shook my head.

"Hello Jim," she said. "No hug for me? It's the holiday. David even hugged his friend."

"She's not his friend," I said acidly. "Besides, I heard you were sick. If I hugged you the way I want to you probably wouldn't be able to breathe."

"You always did hug me like that," she said. "You always squeezed the shit out of me and I loved it."

"It really wasn't that hard," I deadpanned. "You always were full of shit."

"I always felt the best when you wrapped your arms around me and let me know just how much you loved me," she said, without losing a beat.

"Yeah but now I'd be wrapping my hands around your throat and letting you know something else," I said.

"I was hoping we could put the past behind us," said Heidi, sounding even more frail than she had only minutes before. I was sure that like everything else about Heidi, the affectation of infirmity was an act.

"Dad if...Sam isn't David's friend, who is she?" asked Sarah.

Even Justin looked up to hear the answer to that question. Unfortunately, he and everyone else had to wait as Kelly re-appeared with a tray of beers. She handed me a chilled Dos Equis Amber. Then she gave Justin a bottle of Dos Equis as well. She gave Sarah and Heidi glasses of what appeared to be white wine and a cup of tea to Sasha.

She handed Dave a bottle that appeared to be some sort of local home brew. As she turned away from him, he reached out to swat her in her ass. She quickly moved away and turned back to him.

"Unh Unh," she smirked. "No booty for you."

"Hey, how come I don't get to pick what I want to drink?" asked Justin.

"You can," said Kelly sweetly. "As soon as you get a job and pay for something, anything Justin, just pay for one thing." He glared at her angrily.

"Sam, what would you like to drink? Maybe white wine or are you a beer drinker like me?" she asked.

"I can't really have alcohol," said Sam quietly.

"Worried about doing something unladylike?" asked Kelly.

"No, just pregnant," smiled Sam.

That made everyone in the room turn to look at her again. I was sure that a line of drool dropped from Justin's mouth. Sarah and Sasha's expressions immediately changed. I have no idea why women are always more accepting of other women when they're pregnant, but suddenly my daughters were in Sam's fan club without even knowing why she was there.

"That's great," said Sasha. "Congratulations. Are you still involved with the father?"

"Very much so," smiled Sam. "I love him like there's no tomorrow."

The girls both cooed affectionately, even the cynical Sasha. Heidi on the other hand, set her lips just a bit harder.

"So Sam," said Sarah. "If you're not my stupid brother's friend, are you his colleague from work or something like that?"

Dave just smiled stupidly not knowing what to say, so I helped out.

"Sarah, Honey, Sam has the same relationship with Dave that she has with you and Sasha."

"What's that?" asked Justin, of all people. He looked in my eyes and realized that he shouldn't have spoken and quickly looked away but the question was out there.

"She's his stepmother," I said, crossing the room and taking her coat. We sat down on the sofa opposite the one that Heidi sat on as every jaw in the room dropped.

"But Daddy, you can't be married to her. You're still married to Mom," said Sarah.

"So Heidi, you never told the kids that we're divorced?" I asked.

Every eye in the room turned towards Heidi, who looked at me with evil intentions.

"It just didn't seem to be the right time," she said, with a shit eating grin on her face. "I didn't want to upset them with news that our family was probably breaking up."

"That makes sense," I said. "Is that why you didn't tell them that you stole their money too?"

"She did what?" asked Sasha.

"I...I...I wanted to hold onto their money until they were old enough to be responsible with it," stammered Heidi.

"Everyone in the room who's under thirty raise your hand," I said.

The only hand in the room that went up was Sam's.

"Oh, James. How old is this girl? I can't believe you got a woman who's younger than your daughters pregnant," said Heidi.

"Fuck that," snapped Sasha. "We'll get back to that later. Let's talk about this money thing and this divorce."

Heidi started coughing. "I think I need to go and take my medicine," she said, struggling to get to her feet.

"It looks more like you're trying to leave the room to avoid taking your medicine," I quipped.

Heidi sat back down and folded her arms across her chest. "Fine," she said angrily. "Your father ran off for no reason, while I was hospitalized. There was no explanation and no reason, he just left. A few weeks later, I got a packet from a messenger. There were divorce papers inside. I refused to sign them and I refused to even acknowledge them. Your father and I will be married forever. We've always been together and we always will."

"He also sent a letter to each of you. They contained contact information in case you wanted to get in touch with him and a check for each of you. I thought that if I didn't give you the letters, your father wouldn't hear from you and he'd have to come home. I knew that even if he was angry at me he couldn't stay away from his children."

"I can believe that. It almost makes sense except for one fact," I said. "The checks were cashed and deposited into one of your accounts. So basically, you stole their money."

"I'm sorry," whined Heidi. "I'm an old woman. I'm alone. I figured that I might need money in an emergency. If they never knew about the money they'd never miss it."

"How much money were the checks for?" asked Sarah.

"Ten thousand dollars each," said Heidi.

"Ten thousand God damned dollars!" screamed Sasha. She looked at her mother as if she wanted to strangle her.

Kelly walked into the room to hear what all of the screaming was about.

"He left me penniless and alone baby," said Heidi, reaching towards Sasha to calm her down. I just smiled and shook my head and started laughing.

"What's so fucking funny Dad," asked Sasha.

"Your mother just can't seem to stop lying," I said. "Maybe it just slipped her mind."

"What slipped her mind?" hissed Sasha.

"The house," I said casually.

"Get back to the money, Dad," said Sasha. "I could have already gone back to school for my MBA. That money could have made a big assed difference in my life. I could have my fucking supervisor's job right now. But I'm sitting here listening to how my father, who for the past three years I thought was the son of Satan, didn't really abandon me. And that my mother basically screwed me."

"Sorry, Honey," I said. "I loved your mother like there was no other woman in the world. As angry and hurt as I was, I'd never have left her with nothing. Before I left I arranged the sale of the house and left her all of the money."

"Daddy, we already know about that," said Sarah. "Mom told us there was a lot of damage to the house and the mortgage was underwater. After paying off the taxes on it and the realtor; she got less than five thousand dollars and most of that went to take care of her medical bills."

I just shook my head and smiled. "There were no medical bills," I said. "Your mom was out of the hospital and in an assisted care facility because after her treatment, they thought I was too old to do some of the things she needed to have happen on a daily basis. Most of her needs couldn't be done in-home. That too was paid for."

"And she got a little bit more money for the house than she told you," I said.

"Uhm, can we talk about this after dinner," interrupted Kelly.

"Honey, you're going to want to hear this," said Dave. "I've seen the canceled check. How much did you get for the house mom?"

"A little more than four hundred thousand dollars," said Heidi quietly. "But I was gonna..."

"You got how much?" asked Kelly. "Why the hell are you in my house? We decided not to have a child because you've parked your old gray ass in our spare room. We don't charge you rent. You don't help out and we've been waiting on you, hand and fucking foot. Money is really tight for us. I couldn't get a job because we had to have someone here to take care of you and all of this time you've been sitting on a pile of money."

By this time, Kelly was leaning over Heidi menacingly. Sasha and Sarah were right beside her.

"Maybe we should wait till dinner is over to continue this," I said smiling.

A few minutes later, we were all gathered around the table. It looked like a scene from one of those fifties era holiday movies. It was lightly snowing outside and I knew that meant that I'd probably need to leave even earlier than we'd planned to get to the airport. Driving a Mustang in snow was going to be interesting. My Boss 302 had not only, never seen snow, it had never heard of it. Shit, I didn't even drive it in the rain. The fact that the car we'd rented was a v6 meant nothing. It still put out more than three hundred horsepower.

As the eight of us went into the dining room, only three of us weren't pissed. Justin kept talking about how hungry he was and Sam and I weren't used to going this long without kissing each other.

I grabbed her and planted one on her while we walked towards the table.

"You sit at the head of the table, Dad," said Kelly.

I sat down at the table and suddenly there was a problem. Both Sam and Heidi were trying to sit down in the seat to my left.

"Mom, why don't you sit on the other side?" said Kelly who clearly didn't want any problems at her table. "You'll both be right next to dad."

"The left side is the side with the heart line," snapped Heidi. "I should get to sit there because I'm the woman he loved for most of his life. She's just some bimbo he knocked up. As soon as he takes care of her financially, she'll hit the high schools and find someone her own age."

"I always sit next to him and I will for as long as we live," said Sam quietly. "It seems funny that only a few minutes ago you were coughing and barely able to stand, but you're standing here wrestling with me over a chair." Everyone looked at Heidi, who again just smiled and started coughing heavily.

"I guess I don't know my own strength," she said. She hobbled around to the other side of the table. She leaned against the table as if she could barely hold herself up. She got to her place and looked at me.

"Can you help me to my seat, sweetheart?" she asked. Sam grumbled at Heidi calling me sweetheart.

"Sure," I said pointing at the chair beside me. "There's your seat"

"Really, Mother," sighed Sasha. "I know you think we're stupid, but we're not THAT stupid."

"Here, Mom," said David. He walked over to her and pretended to hand her something. Everyone looked at him strangely.

"I had to give her the Oscar she earned for that performance," he laughed.

Everyone sat down. Sam sat on my left, holding my hand as always. Heidi sat on my right. Sarah was next to Sam with Sasha right beside her. David was at the other end of the table with his wife, Kelly, on his left. Justin sat beside Kelly, directly across from Sarah with Heidi on his left. As I looked around the table I shook my head.

"What's wrong Dad?" asked Kelly.

"We'll talk about it later," I said. In my head was the thought that every man there had the woman he loved to his left; poor Sarah.

"Okay folks," I said. "Stand up." Everyone stood except for Heidi who struggled to get to her feet. Sasha rolled her eyes at her mother's antics. I asked God to bless the table and most of the people around it and I thanked him for bringing most of us back together. I gave thanks to Dave for providing all of the food we were about to eat and bringing us all back together. I gave thanks for Kelly for preparing the food and making their home a comfortable place for us to get together. But also, for making my son happy and being like another daughter to me too. I gave thanks to both of my daughters for being the beautiful young women they were and for allowing me back into their hearts and lives. I hinted to Sasha that she needed to get her ass in gear and get me a God damned grandchild.

"Dad, Sarah is the one who's married," she laughed. I snorted and continued.

Finally, I gave thanks for Sam, the love of my life, for filling my life and my heart with love and letting me know that I still had the capacity for love in my life. Then I sat down.

"What about Justin, Daddy?" asked Sarah. "I never got the chance to tell you that we're married." I just rolled my eyes and snorted. Justin's face fell. Sarah didn't say anything but she looked at me and then back to Justin.

"What about me, Honey?" asked Heidi. Kelly put her head down and shook it. I think everyone knew what was coming.

I turned to my ex and smiled. "Heidi, you make me thankful that I got the fuck out of Michigan and found a better life. You also make me thankful that God, in his wisdom, didn't give us three legs. Because if he did, and I only needed two legs to walk, then my third foot would be so far up your ass that every time you opened your mouth, you'd smell my toes."

The bitch was bullet proof though. She came right back and it cost her. "As I recall it," she began. "For most of our lives, I thought you did have three legs. And that third one usually was pretty far up inside of me. And yep, a lot of times, it did get pretty far up my ass. But most of the time, it was all the way up my pussy and into my womb. We used to fuck like..."

That was all she got out. Samantha stood up and pushed her chair out. Then she stalked around the table before anyone could object. I can still remember the sound of those heels clicking against the ceramic time of the flooring. She yanked Heidi and her chair from under the table. I guess we were all expecting Sam to yell at her. I was even wondering what she was going to say.

Sam cocked her tiny fist back and punched Heidi, piston-like, in the mouth. It was a great punch too. Heidi's head snapped back and she fell over backwards out of her chair and sprawled on the floor. Sam was incensed. She started to kick Heidi, but was pulled away from her by Justin.

I didn't object to the fact that Justin had pulled Sam off of Heidi, I just objected to the way he did it. He'd pulled Sam away from Heidi by grabbing her large breasts from behind. And even as she struggled to get back to Heidi, he kept squeezing them. He wasn't so much pulling her away as much as he was copping a feel.

I didn't think. I just reacted. I grabbed the bowl of mashed potatoes and slammed it against his face. He staggered back sputtering and spitting out creamy white food.

What he'd been doing hadn't been lost on Sarah. She grabbed the gravy boat and launched it at her husband's head. "You fucking asshole, she screamed. "Have some gravy to go with those potatoes." The gravy boat smacked soundly into Justin's head. It also drenched his face and upper body in thick brown gravy.

"It wouldn't be Thanksgiving without cranberry sauce," said Sasha as she dumped the plate of canned cranberry sauce over Justin's head.

"No, stop," screamed Kelly. Justin wiped his eyes and reached for the turkey. Luckily, David was quicker. He grabbed the turkey to save it from joining the chaos and whipped it away from the table. Unfortunately, the turkey was heavy and the floor was slippery from cranberry sauce and greasy gravy. David lost his balance and the turkey flew upwards into Justin's face.




Guess Who?



Sam was so angry at Heidi that she hadn't paid any attention to what Justin had tried to get away with. Suddenly she got her wits back and turned to see him on the floor.Heidi took that opportunity for a chance at revenge. Only Kelly's horrified scream saved Sam and our baby.

Heidi had gotten up surprisingly spryly for a sick woman. Kelly had seen her though and screamed, "Noooooo!"

As usual, in an emergency, my first thought was Sam. I clothes lined my ex-wife, slamming her bodily onto the hard tiles just as her foot was about to make contact with its intended target.

"Okay, stop. Just fucking stop," screamed David.

"Dad, this has gone too far. You've gone too far," he said angrily. "You crossed a line."

"No he didn't, Honey," said Kelly, looking at the carnage that was all that remained of the Thanksgiving dinner she'd worked on for almost a week."

"Kelly, he body slammed an almost sixty year old sick woman. There's no way to justify that. No amount of hate or revenge can make that right."

"Dave, he didn't do it out of hate," said Kelly. "He did it out of love. Your mother was about to kick a pregnant woman in the stomach."

Dave's mouth dropped open. He looked at me and I nodded.

"If Kelly hadn't screamed," I said. "If that kick had landed, I'd have strangled your mother to death and went to jail gladly. Kelly probably saved at least two lives."

"Are you crazy, James?" yelled Heidi. "I'm your wife, your soul mate. I'm the mother of your ungrateful greedy assed children. You knocked me down over some slut that you've known for fifteen minutes." I grabbed Sam and pulled her down on my lap.

"Fuck this," said Dave angrily. "I need to know. Where the hell did all of this hate come from? What started this? Everyone go in the living room. I need to hear this."

"We have to clean up this..." began Kelly.

"No, we need to know what the fuck happened," yelled David.

"I told you," began Heidi from the floor.

"Mother, shut the fuck up," said the normally cheerful Sarah. "We've all heard your version. I want to hear the truth."

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I have to go to work," said Justin. "Sarah can tell me about it later."

"Sit your slimy ass down, Justin," I said.

"Justin, it's hard to go to work when you don't have a job," said David. "Sit down and shut up."

We all went into the living room. Dave lit a fire and we gathered around the fireplace.

"I fell in love with your mother the first time I saw her," I began. "It was 1973. I was 19 years old and we were both students at Central Michigan University. I was standing outside of one of the buildings on the campus and I saw this vision pass by in front of me. She was about 5' 1" with short blond hair. It was cut in kind of a bob and her eyes were so blue they made the sky look gray."

"Steady stomach," said Sam.

"Anyway, I crashed into a light pole and almost knocked myself out," I continued.

"Over her?" asked Sam. "I am definitely going to throw up."

"What did Mom do?" asked Sarah.

"She never even noticed me or what had happened to me," I said. "A lot of other people came over and checked on me. Some of them helped me up. Others helped me pick up my books and gather my papers that were flying all over the place but your mom never noticed me."

"I later found out that she'd been there to meet a tutor to help her write a paper for her English class and she'd gotten there over a half hour late. The guy was gone. As she turned to walk back to her dorm, she passed me again."

"And that's when you met," said Sasha.

"Can I tell this God damned story myself?" I asked. No one said anything, so I continued.

"No, we didn't meet. I was picking up the last of my papers and she stepped on my hand. Anyway, it was three days later that we met. I'd been obsessed with her ever since that first time I saw her. She had the look that was extremely popular back then. She was rail thin and had that David Bowie androgynous look."

I noticed Samantha holding her hand up. "Baby, this isn't school. If you have a question just spit it out," I said.

"What is the androgynous look?" she asked.

"You know that kind of other-world, neither male nor female look. She was slim with almost no breasts and no butt. A lot of famous models had that same look. They were all rail thin with skinny legs."

"So you liked girls that looked like little boys?" she asked.

"We all did," I said. "It was a different era. Women are still trying to be thin these days."

"You're lying," she said. "Men like women that look like women. In fact, it was my butt and tits that you saw before you ever noticed my face."

"Sam, Honey, can I finish?" she smiled and nodded.

"Anyway, I stepped out of my English class and there she was. She had glitter in her hair and six inch tall platform shoes on. I got giddy when I saw her standing there. I tried to walk past her to get to my next class and she moved into my path."

"Hey, I need to talk to you," she said.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "Apology accepted."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked. "Why should I apologize to you?"

"Because of what happened the other day. I saw you walking and got so distracted that I crashed into a pole," I said.

"Dude, that's YOUR problem. Lots of guys crash into shit around me," she said. My fantasy was going south quickly.

"On your way back, you stepped on my hand," I tried.

"Why was your hand on the ground?" she asked. "Look, I need you to write a paper for me."

"Okay," I said. "I need you to go out on a date with me." She just started laughing as if it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.

"I was embarrassed and pissed. I started walking away. She came clumping up behind me. It was really difficult to walk quickly in those shoes."

"Okay, okay, this is an emergency," she said. "We'll go on one date, for a paper that is worth at least a "B."

"Deal," I said. "When do you need it?"

"Tomorrow," she said. "Twenty five pages, single spaced on any subject you choose. I need at least five footnotes and three citations."

"She gave me her phone number so I could call her when it was done."

"In those days, it meant the number to the telephone in her dorm. No one had a cell phone back then."

"I busted my ass trying to come up with something and I did get a couple of great ideas. But there just wasn't time. So I did the next best thing. I gave her MY term paper. Mine wasn't due for a week. I called her the next morning and she gave me her address so I could deliver the paper."

"When I showed up with it she took it and said, "Thanks."

"Then she started to walk away."

"Hey, wait," I called after her. "What about our date?"

"She walked back to me and she was smiling. She put my neatly typed papers down on a table inside the door and stepped back onto the porch with me. In those days, there were no word processors and printers. I'd had to hand type the pages on a type writer. It was hell."

"Look Dude," she said. "Did you really think I was serious about that? All of my nights are booked up for the next three months. But I'll tell you what, the point of dating is to get a girl to notice you, so you can find out if you're compatible right?"

"I guess so," I said.

"Well," she said. "I date a lot of guys. I don't remember any of them most of the time. But you, I have noticed. That should be worth a lot. Next time I see you, I might even nod at you. A lot of girls will go out with you just because I nodded at you."

"Then she went back into her building and snatched the paper."

I paused there because all of my kids were alternating between staring at me and staring at Heidi.

"What a fucking bitch," said David.

"Dad, you were a wimp," said Sarah.

"Everyone on campus thought that Heidi was going to be a famous model," I said. "The modeling game was beginning to get big then. The money they made back then was chicken feed compare to what they get today, but it was really good back then."

"It must've been two or three months later that Heidi came over to me on campus."

"Hey James," she said. "It's been three months. Tonight is your night."

"Tonight is my night to what?" I asked.

"Your night to take me out," she said.

"What do mean?" I asked.

"Since I'd last spoken to Heidi, I'd learned a lot about her. In those days you didn't look at a facebook page. There really wasn't an Internet. You learned about people by talking to people who knew them. And I'd discovered that Heidi had quite a reputation. She was also known for taking advantage of people. Everyone I knew and trusted had told me to get over her and find someone else. Besides, I already had plans that night."

"It took Heidi all of six seconds to get me to change them. I'd been planning to go to the Kiss concert at Olympia Stadium that evening. I did have an extra ticket but I'd kind of promised it to my best friend."

"Heidi took my hand and stuck one of my fingers in her mouth and started sucking on it. I was a virgin so I felt that all the way down to my toes. My best friend was out. Heidi was getting the ticket."

"So what time are we meeting?" she asked.

"Six o clock," I said. "The concert starts at seven thirty. Their opening act is a local band called the Rockets."

"What are you talking about Jimbo," she asked.

"I'm taking you to see...KISS," I announced proudly.

"She immediately burst out laughing."

"Are you fucking retarded?" she laughed. "Why the hell would we want to go and watch a bunch of fags who wear more make-up than I do scream at each other and pretend they're monsters? That isn't even music. It's just screaming and noise." She stared at me and shook her head and then started jumping up and down while yelling, "Shout it...Shout it...Shout it out loud. We've got to have a party! Then she stuck out her tongue as far as she could and then spit."

"Happy now?" she asked. "That was all of the highlights from KISS concerts, so now we can do something different. We can get to know each other like adults. I'll meet you at your dorm building at ten. Make sure you don't forget the wine."

"Heidi, we can't drink wine," I reminded her. "I'm nineteen and you're only twenty. It's illegal."

"I suppose you're a virgin too?" she asked. I nodded. She just shook her head and walked away grumbling.

"So that was my dilemma. Should I go and see my favorite band with a group of my friends. Should I be there in the stands with thousands of like-minded people and have a great time? Or should I give my tickets away to spend the evening doing who knows what with a crazy woman. I think that was my Morpheus moment. It was that moment when the hand of fate asks if you want the blue pill or the red one."

"I think we all know which one I took. If I'd done the rational thing and gone back into the matrix, I wouldn't be sitting here with you all right now. I chose to go down the rabbit hole and here's the Paul Harvey."

"I met Heidi outside of the dorm at ten o clock. She was there right on-time, which should have told me something. Heidi never showed up on-time for anything. That night I was nervous as hell. It was the first time that I'd ever drank any alcohol. It was some kind of cheap, fruity, rot-gut wine. I ended up vomiting it all over the floor and all over Heidi. She still didn't leave. I was beginning to change my opinion of Heidi. She stayed with me and even kissed me after I'd vomited my guts out. Boy was I a moron. I even asked her why she stayed."

"I'm your girlfriend now," she told me. "Where's my sub?"

"I had no idea of what she was talking about but I kept kissing her. It was awful. I loved feeling her lips on mine. When she stuck her tongue in my mouth, I got weak in the knees and I was ready for action. But at the same time, I still had the taste of vomit in my mouth and it was sickening. She opened her blouse and put my hand inside on her breast. Your mom, even today, has no boobs. She got implants back in the nineties, but had to have them taken out. When she was twenty, there was nothing there. Kissing her gave me a bigger charge than feeling on her boob but I did it anyway because she seemed to like it."

"After a while she moved my hand under her skirt and started telling me how much she wanted me and how wet she was. She was lying. I was so nervous that I had no idea what she was talking about but trust me, I eventually learned what your mother felt like when she was wet. And that night she was lying through her teeth. She was as dry as the sand in the fucking Sahara."

"She reached into my pants and started to rub my dick. It was like having someone shoot a bolt of lightning up my ass. As soon as her fingers roughly grabbed my dick, it was as hard as a rock. She pulled my pants and my Superfriends Underoos down around my ankles. She got fear in her eyes then. I never realized it until much later but, my equipment was larger than average. Larger but inexperienced; because she rubbed it again and I guess she was looking at it to size it up. But just as she got it at face level, I felt that bolt of lightning shoot through me again and it went off. I must have shot a gallon of sperm all over her face and she was not pleased."

"You have to remember that this was before the days of water-proof make-up, so not only did she have my sperm all over her face, it caused her heavy make-up to run and she looked like a drunken circus clown. All of the wild colors from her royal blue eye shadow and the bright red from her rouge ran and blended together. Her silver sparkle lipstick and the glitter from her hair added to that mix-up, just made her look like an art project done by a six year-old."

"I could tell she wanted to quit and I felt bad for her. I knew she was trying to fuck me but I didn't know why she needed it that badly. I was really naïve. For me, her spending time with me was the greatest thing she could have given me. I had never had sex before and as close as we'd come would have given me a lot to brag about. But she persisted."

"Seeing her kneeling there with my sperm all over her ruined make-up kind of took away the thrill for me. She started rubbing my dick again trying to get it back up and it hurt. Another clue should have been the fact that she never asked me to do anything to her. Finally, I was ready again and she got on my bed and spread her legs."

"This thing is pretty big, so go slowly," she whined. She pushed forward and the tip of my dick went into her. Her eyes got really wide but she bit down on her lip and kept pushing. After I got a little further into her, the expression of pain on her face calmed a little and she started pushing against me a bit faster. If you're thinking that I was her first because that's what it sounds like, you're wrong. I wasn't even in her first twenty. She just hadn't had anyone as big as me in her."

"So, after we got me all the way in her, nature took over. It felt better than anything I had ever felt in my life, until two years ago," I said.

"Dad, what happened two years ago?" asked Sarah. I looked at Sam and she lit up. "Ohhh!" said Sarah.

"You probably just needed a recharge," quipped Heidi. "My touch had worn off of you by then."

"Anyway, we had sex and I felt like I was on cloud nine. I felt alive for the first time. I felt like a man. I wanted to walk differently and talk differently. I wanted to run around giving younger men the benefit of my worldly wisdom. I thought that I had discovered the secrets of the universe between Heidi's thighs. I felt like Neo, at the moment when he saves Morpheus and starts to believe that he is the one. Boy was I stupid."

"Anyway, she gave me another vomit filled kiss and snuck out of my dorm. I wanted to go to sleep and dream about what we'd just done but I couldn't. My door slammed open and every guy on my floor was staring at me like I was some kind of sex god. Apparently they'd heard us and listened. They'd even seen Heidi sneaking out of the building. They all wanted details and wanted her number so they could try to get some too. I told them that there was no way I'd give any of them her number because she was my girl."

"One of them, Marlon Hillabrew, had to be an asshole. He was probably jealous but he said it."

"From what I've heard, she's a lot of people's girl. So you're already sharing her with a bunch of other guys. Why can't some of them be your friends?"

"We didn't fight but we gave each other a lot of really evil looks."

"Anyway, I began the next day walking on rainbows with sunshine streaming out of my ass and ended it on pins and needles praying for a chance to survive. Heidi called me in tears early the next morning."

"You asshole," she screamed. "I trusted you. I told you I was your girlfriend..." then she slammed the phone down.

"I had no idea what was going on. So, as usual, when I was frustrated, I sat down and thought about everything. I came to the conclusion that Heidi was angry because all of my friends had found out about us having sex. There was really nothing else I could do about it. I called her and tried to apologize, but since I really hadn't told anyone I didn't feel guilty. She was the one who'd been doing all of the screaming."

"She hung the phone up on me as soon as she heard my voice. I should have smelled con-game, but once again I was the guy who put the "Nai" in "Naïve."

"She called me back a few minutes later in tears and sobbing over the phone. I was desolate to think that she had given me so much the night before and I had somehow hurt her so badly."

"I'm sorry, Heidi," I whined. "But I swear I didn't tell anyone. They heard you."

"I don't care who knows we did it, you idiot," she said. "I'm your girlfriend. We're supposed to do it."

"Then what are you upset about?" I asked.

"You...you got me pregnant," she cried and broke down all over again.

"My world started to come apart as soon as she said that. All of my dreams of becoming an engineer and designing better car engines were going up in smoke. I was stunned. I didn't say a word I just sat there holding the phone. This was of course the seventies, so there was still a tiny little bit of that insanely strict morality of the sixties left over. By the end of the decade, none of that would matter anymore but it was still big news then for a young unmarried woman to get pregnant and try to raise a child."

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"We only have two choices dummy," she said. "Either we get married, or you come up with the money for an abortion. We'll go to the doctor and see how much it will cost. My mom will drive us over there."

"Okay," I said. "Which one are we going for?"

"I'd rather have the abortion," she said. "I'm going to be a model. I don't want my body screwed up and I'm not sure that I'm mommy material. I love you James, but I'm not sure I want to get married yet."

"When are we going?" I asked. I should have smelled set-up.

"We'll be picking you up in fifteen minutes," she said.

"When I first met Heidi's mother, I knew then that Heidi was a mutant. She is so different from both of her parents that it's a crime. I'm sure her dad would have asked for a DNA test if they had them back then. Her mom was chunky with large breasts and just the sweetest woman you've ever met. Of course, that first time that we met she didn't like me very much."

"We went to the doctor's office and we all sat together in the waiting room while Heidi's mom gave me icy glances. I brought her coffee and magazines and politely answered all of her questions regarding my future and my willingness to marry Heidi. Heidi, of course, kept saying that she wanted the abortion and I would pay for it. But her mother smiled and told me that if Heidi had to get married she'd rather have her marry me than any of those losers she'd been with before me. Besides, she thought that maybe I could calm Heidi down. So, by the time we went in to see the doctor after they did the test on Heidi, I was her son. We were even talking about how much help she could give us until I got my degree. She wanted me to become a successful engineer so I could take care of Heidi and her grandchild."




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"As the doctor came in he was looking at a bunch of papers."

"How long over-due is your period Heidi?" he asked.

"Three weeks," she said quietly. "I took one of those home tests and it was positive so I knew I was pregnant." Heidi's mom jumped up and slapped her. The doctor was flummoxed. I sat there in shock. I had no idea why Heidi's mom was so angry. She told me to wait outside of the office so I walked out. There was nothing going on in the office except screaming and yelling and when the two of them came out. Heidi apologized to me. The doctor must have told his nurses because everyone in the place was either smiling at me and nodding or looking at me like I'd just fallen off of the turnip truck."

"On the way home, I asked Heidi's mom what all of the yelling was about. I still didn't know. Heidi and I were in the back seat. I held her hand and her mom turned around and looked at us. None of us had any seat belts on and her mom had a cigarette dangling from one side of her mouth. We were driving down the freeway in a car with no air bags and she was looking into the backseat. Holy shit, we could have all died. I don't think she ever looked at the road. She just drove until someone honked their horn at her and then jerked the wheel."

"Jimmy, my daughter tried to do a really bad thing to you," said her mom. "You see, she thought that she was pregnant about three weeks ago because she took one of those home pregnancy tests. They're not very accurate. The test showed that she was pregnant. She isn't. Apparently, Heidi does some recreational drugs that gave a false positive reading. Even if she was pregnant, it probably wasn't yours. You and Heidi had sex for the first time last night, right?" I nodded my head.

"Honey, you can't get pregnant over-night," she said. "Heidi was trying to pin someone else's kid on you. You're a nice boy. Most of the losers she hangs with aren't. She figured you'd pony up the money for an abortion and if it wasn't possible to get one, you'd marry her and take care of the kid so she can continue living in Disneyland."

"I frowned and tears came to my eyes. I was still holding Heidi's hand and her mom turned around and asked me why I was crying."

"You dodged a bullet kid," she said. "You should be happy. Why are you upset?"

"I love her," I said. "I really wanted to marry her."

"She pulled the car over and the three of us all cried together. Of course, none of us cried for the same things, but it was good to get past it and let it all out."

"You are the nicest young man I've ever met," said Heidi's mom as she drove away.

"Over the next few weeks, I concentrated on school and my classes. I got a lot of girls hitting on me after word had spread about my adventure with Heidi. I guess any kind of press is good and to tell the truth, I later found out that Heidi had told some of her wilder friends about the size of my equipment. But though I was being sought out, I didn't date. None of us gets to control or dictate who we fall in love with. There were some really nice and really nice looking women trying to date me, but I still carried that torch for Heidi."

"From the moment she'd driven away, I never heard from Heidi again. If we saw each other across campus, she looked the other way. If I tried to catch up to her, she just ran. I was heartbroken. My dorm mates followed all of the campus gossip and had no problem telling me when they'd hear that my girl got gang banged or that she gave some guy a blow job. They seemed to take particular delight in telling me those things."

"About two months after the ill-fated doctor's visit though; I was pretty much over it. I'd finally given in and agreed to go out with a really nice girl from one of my classes. She was just a little bit chunky and she wore glasses, but she was really sweet. It was her personality that I was mostly interested in, but I have to admit that she had the best parts of bigger girls and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them."

"We'd gone to a movie and were walking back to her dorm, hand in hand. She smiled at me and we stopped and she put her hands on my shoulders and tilted her head back. In those days, that was a signal that she wanted me to kiss her. I'd been chewing gum the whole afternoon to make sure my breath was minty fresh. Nice girls don't like to kiss guys that taste like vomit. I leaned in and okay, I peeked. I didn't do it on purpose but I wanted to make sure that the kiss was perfect so she'd want more. Her lips were big and soft and I already had my arms around her waist."

"The kiss never landed. It was as if the hand of fate decided to step in. Just before our lips blended, I heard the worst screeching sound I'd ever heard."

"What the hell are you doing?" screamed Heidi. "Why is my boyfriend kissing fat girls in the middle of the street?"

"Is this some kind of research? Is it some kind of charity? God damn it James, I told you that you can't save the world single handedly. Isn't it enough that you donate money to feed starving children in Africa? Do you have to go around kissing fat girls too? You can't do it all."

"What do you want Heidi?" I asked.

"You dummy," she snapped. "I'm your girlfriend, remember? Don't act like you don't know how this works."

"Heidi, I haven't seen or heard from you in eight weeks," I said. "When I did run into you on campus, you ran the other way."

"That was hormones, James," she said. "And it's your fault."

"Heidi, you're a psychopathic bitch," I said.

"Yeah, so what," she smiled. "That part isn't your fault. But the hormone thing is. I'm exactly eight weeks pregnant and it's real this time. I've already been to the doctor, so guess who the daddy is?"

"I don't know," I said. "Is it the football player you gave a blow job to last week? Or is it maybe one of the guys you had the gang bang with the week before? Could it be the thirty year old guy with the handlebar mustache who's running around telling everyone that he's your boyfriend?"

"No Jimmy James, you ARE the father," she squealed. "I think Maury got that from her. I was tired of being a sucker so I asked for a blood test. I also wanted to see the doctor. I spoke to him and to Heidi and her mom. In those days they didn't do a blood test until the baby was born. The dominoes all stacked up and the timing was perfect. I was probably the only person who could have been the father."

"No abortion," I said.

"Fine," she said. "But I want a ring. I want everyone to know that I belong to the father of my baby. And I want us to get married before the baby is born."

"We'll get married the day the baby is born," I said. "That way they can do a blood test just to make sure."

"So we got married and we, or mostly I, had Dave. Dave was in day care during the day so Heidi could go out and work on her modeling career. Apparently she wasn't exactly the type they wanted. There was always something wrong with her. Either it was no boobs or she was too short or she was too spacey or she wasn't spacey enough. I didn't really care if she didn't make a dime modeling. I just needed her to be happy. I worked all day. I dropped Dave off at daycare and picked him up in the evening and then took care of him for most of the night. I even cooked because Heidi was on her feet doing appointment after appointment all day long trying to get her big break."

"But Dad, she eventually got it didn't she?" asked my daughter Sarah. "She does have those huge blow-ups in the den in the old house from when she was on the cover of Vogue and another magazine."

"Sarah, Honey, those were fake," I said. "If you look at that cover it doesn't say, "Vogue," it says "Vague," I had them made up to cheer your mom up near the end of her career."

"I worried about Heidi, because her ego was so frail and the modeling game is rough. Imagine stomping from appointment to appointment all day long and constantly being told, "You're not what we want," all day long. I guess somewhere along the path Heidi got discouraged. She didn't go after her appointments with the same gusto she started with. I really think that it was because times were changing and the spaced out looks that were so popular in the late seventies morphed into ultra conservative looks in the early eighties. I decided to surprise Heidi while she was at the agency she worked out of by showing up and bringing her flowers and taking her out to lunch. I'd just gotten a promotion to team leader and it carried more money and more respect. I wanted to splurge on my girl and my son. Everything was right in my world."

"I'd heard Heidi talk about Phil Jackson from the time she started modeling. He was a famous photographer who'd gotten a lot of models started. She told me that he thought she had the potential to become a supermodel. So when I dropped by the agency and the woman at the desk told me that Heidi was in Phil's office shooting some shots for her portfolio, I was really jazzed. I'd get to see my sweetie at work. The charge wore off when I barged into the office and saw Heidi on her knees with Phil's dick in her mouth. It was surreal. Heidi's head bobbed up and down and Phil noticed me and his eyes got huge. His dick started to shrink because he knew who I was. Heidi noticed the change in Phil's arousal and looked up and saw where he was looking. Our eyes met and she reflexively bit down. Phil's first scream was loud enough that people emptied the offices around his to find out what was going on."

"Heidi got up and started moving towards me and I noticed then that she was completely nude. Obviously Phil was going to fuck her next. I looked beside me and picked up a couple of expensive looking cameras. Even in pain from Heidi's bite, Phil tried to wave at me to put the cameras down."

"Please don't," he begged. I slammed them down as hard as I could on the hard tile floor of his office. I kicked over a shelf with about eight other cameras on it too. I walked out of his office and I heard Heidi running behind me trying to get dressed as she ran. People were laughing at her as she followed me down the street barefoot. I was driving an old 71 Boss Mustang then. I hated the Mustangs of the late seventies. I didn't give a fuck about the gas crisis or the environment. I wanted horsepower. I figured if I could afford the gas and I could because I had a great job, then I could drive whatever I wanted. Shit, all of the generations before me had fucked up the environment so I deserved my chance to fuck it up too."

"When I got home, I put Dave to bed and called Heidi's mother to come and get her. She arrived before Heidi did. I told her what Heidi had done and she just sat down and shook her head. While we waited for Heidi to come home she must've smoked two packages of cigarettes. I can still remember her holding her grandson and blowing smoke around the room like a chimney. It's a wonder we survived the eighties."

"When Heidi finally showed up, I picked Dave up and took him out in the backyard so Heidi and her mother could have some alone time. She kept begging me to talk to her and her mother kept pulling her away from me. She told Heidi that I didn't want to talk to her and she needed to give me some space. She took Heidi home with her and the phone calls started. Heidi must've called the house a hundred times over the next twenty four hours."

"I did agree a few days later to allow Heidi to come and visit David on the weekend. I was planning to go out and do some shopping and maybe play a round of golf while she was with him. When Heidi got there and I started to leave, she asked me where I was going. I told and she reminded me that I usually took care of Dave so she didn't know shit about feeding him or changing him or any of that other shit. I had to stay with them while she visited. Heidi told me the whole time how sorry she was and how much she missed me. She told me that Phil had forced her to do what she was doing and that she had to do it or he wouldn't take any pictures of her."

"I, of course, got pissed. She told me not to make any waves because that was just another of the things you had to go through to be a top model. It was years later but I found out that she'd been lying then. Heidi had been propositioning most of the photographers and most of the booking agents to try to get a shot. She had probably screwed more photographers than Kodak. But then I believed her. She seemed very sincere and I loved her so much. She even offered to give up her career and become a stay at home mom. What can I say? We got back together and I promised to never mention it again."

"The next few years were very good ones. I seemed to be making more and more money and by the time that Dave was five, Heidi ended up pregnant. Sasha was born to parents and a brother who worshiped her. Heidi cheated on me again with Dave's third grade teacher and I forgave her. We had a few more good years and Sarah was born. I caught Heidi cheating on me with our next door neighbor but I couldn't leave because we had three kids that I loved more than anything on earth. I wanted to get away from her so badly but I couldn't leave you guys."

"I guessed it would be like one of those divorce stories on the internet. As soon as you guys were old enough to get out of the house, I would be too. I no longer felt the same way about Heidi, she'd just hurt me too many times. But we'd been through so much together that it just seemed easier to be together than to start over."

"When Heidi's mom died, she seemed to settle down. We had the strangest talk after the viewing of her mom's body. Everyone had left the funeral home and only Heidi and I were there. Her mom was buried with a cigarette in her hand. I kept expecting her to sit up in the casket and help us out with our problem. "

"Heidi looked at me across the casket and started talking."

"James, I'm an asshole," she said. "For most of my life, I've been waiting for lightning to strike so everyone would know that I'm special. I've cheated on you and our kids more times than you know. For every time that you've caught me, there were probably five or six that you didn't. And I don't know why I do it. You've always been the best lover I've ever had. That thing of yours is huge and it took you a while, but you use it just the way I like. I've been a shitty mom, and a shitty wife, but you've stood by me through all of it; why?"

"Because I loved you from the first moment I saw you Heidi," I told her.

"James, I've loved you too. From the moment you told my mom, in the back seat of that God damned death trap of hers; when you told her after I'd tried to trick you into playing daddy to someone else's kid, that you loved me and you wanted to marry me, I fell for you. I tried to stay away from you because I thought you were too good for me and I didn't want to fuck you up. But fate intervened and put us back together and now, for the past twenty five years I've tried to fuck that up." A tear rolled down her cheek and I could see that she was serious.

"James, I will never cheat on you again. From now on you're my only man. I promise," she said.

"And I believed her. She melted my heart and I didn't leave her as I'd planned. We had several good years. We were planning on early retirement for me so that Heidi and I could travel the world. We'd raised three great citizens and we started taking little trips and learning new things. Even though we were in our fifties and had been together for over thirty years, we acted like teenagers. It wasn't unusual for people to find us parked somewhere in my Mustang, since Mustangs are all I've ever driven, making out like there's no tomorrow. Lots of people have passed by and seen Heidi's legs in the air, but from then on it was always me between them."

"We had lots of adventures and like I said, they were good times, the best before now, that I've ever had. Three years ago, we decided to try skiing. Once we got there, all of the kids were learning snowboarding instead of skiing. We decided to learn to snowboard too. It was the beginning of the end."

"Mom hooked up with your ski instructor didn't she?" asked Dave angrily. "So much for her promise, God damn!"

"Can I please tell this fucking story? It's almost over," I said. Sam got up and came and sat in my lap. I started talking again."

"So to answer your question, your mom didn't hook up with her ski instructor or anyone but me during our ski trip. That trip, all the way until the end, was one of the greatest memories I have of our marriage. Imagine spending the entire day with the person you love most and have loved since before you were really old enough to even know what love was. You wake up with her in your arms. You exchange a few long slow kisses and then swat her on the butt and go to breakfast. You get out on the slopes and take a ski class. The air is crystal clear and smells fresh. Every time you look at her, your heart melts because you love her so much."

"You have lunch together, then go back to your room and make very passionate love to her until late in the afternoon. Then you get ready for one final ski run before dinner. I have to imagine doing that over and over again, because it was only that way for the very last day. The rest of the time that we were there, we argued constantly because your mom bitched and whined about everything. According to her, the Chalet was too warm. It was too cold outside. The sun was too bright and it was too dark at night. The hills were too high and too long. The snow was too white. The people were fake. They were also too young. I think that your mom had to come to terms with the fact that she was nearly sixty and no longer a sex kitten."

"Anyway, that last day was perfect. It made all of the previous days of arguing and bitching worth enduring. We went out for one last run before dinner and that's when it happened. Your mom was not a great boarder, so she ended up on skis. As we got on the hill, we noticed that they were filming scenes for a commercial or an ad of some kind. Your mom went bat-shit crazy. She kept skiing through the area they were photographing. Apparently they didn't notice her. They were too intent on shooting the models they'd brought with them, so your mom, who again, is not a good skier, started trying to do tricks."

"She wasn't paying any attention to where she was going and ended up sliding down the entrance to one of the black diamond runs. Shit, our ski instructor doesn't ski those runs. One second your mom was posing and puckering up for cameras that weren't even pointing towards her, and the next she was screaming her head off until she hit that tree. It was scary. There was one long wail and then a huge crashing sound. She hit the tree so hard it moved."

"I was among the first to reach her and to be serious it was weird. Heidi gave the expression "tree hugger," a new meaning. She was there with her torso and face still in contact with the tree. One arm and one leg on each side of the tree, out cold."

"The ski patrol was afraid to move her. They immediately called an ambulance and a Med-evac chopper came and flew her straight to the nearest hospital. Luckily, we were here in Michigan, where there were a number of first class medical facilities close by."

"It took Heidi three days to regain consciousness. That was a good thing because during those three days they operated on her four times. The first operation had been to repair her broken nose. Some of the bone fragments were close enough that any trauma could have pushed them into her brain. Her brain was swelling because of the concussion and either continued swelling or those bone fragments could have killed her or at least lobotomized her. The surgery went well and pulled Heidi out of danger of losing her life. The following day they operated on her spine. Heidi had several discs that had slipped and were pressing on her spinal cord. If it had gone on for too long she might have lost the ability to move or control her limbs. That surgery took the longest. The doctors were sure that she'd regain the ability to walk as soon as she healed."




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"The following day's surgeries were minor. They had to put a pin in each of her wrists because she broke both of them trying to protect herself from the impact. Other than multiple bruises all over her face and torso Heidi was fine."

"As I said, Heidi woke up three days later. She seemed to have all of her mental abilities in-tact. And I guess if I were a smarter man, I'd have gleaned something from the experience. Sarah, do you remember when I fell off the ladder that year that you and I put up the Christmas decorations?"

"Of course Daddy, it was so scary," she said.

"What was the first thing I said when I woke up" I asked.

"You asked the ambulance guy about Mom and us," said Sarah.

"Well, I sat there for three days straight. I never left your mom's side. Her first words waking up were, "Fuck!" Followed by, "How do I look?"

"At the time, I was so glad that she was awake and talking that I guess it went over my head. It was months before I put all of that into focus. The hospital that Heidi was in was eighty miles away from our house. I drove it every day. I was there in the hospital, every day, for four months straight. Once Heidi was able to leave the hospital, they suggested that there were some therapy things and some critical things that needed to be monitored that couldn't be done at home. They suggested a nursing home or a critical care facility. There were several in our area. One of them was only ten miles away from our house. Heidi insisted on going to one that was near East Lansing. That was almost ninety miles away from our home."

"I didn't know why she wanted to go to that one. I did think that with Sarah back in college again, that maybe she wanted to be closer to Sarah. Maybe that way, with me going back to work on an occasional consultant basis, if I had to work then Sarah would be close. There was also the fact that Justin, Sarah's new boyfriend, worked there."

"I drove there every day and stayed for the entire day, then drove home when visiting hours were over. Heidi was scheduled to be there for a month. For me, the first three weeks were uneventful, but that was because I was stupid."

"I remember the day as if it was yesterday. I'd actually gotten there earlier than usual. Traffic on 696 was lighter than normal, so I'd put my foot down and my little pony stretched her legs out. I normally got there just after they'd taken Heidi out of her room to the wheelchair accessible bathroom and let her take a shower. Heidi had regained the usage of her legs but she was still a little shaky on them. So for safety reasons, they transported her in a wheel chair. I guess they wanted her to get out of the hospital before she fell and got hurt."

"Anyway, after her morning shower, they'd return her to her room for breakfast and a round or two of tests and then visiting hours would start. I usually got there at about 9 a.m. So my getting there at 8 am was unexpected. In fact, Heidi wasn't even in her room when the guards let me in. I'd decided to surprise her but I was the one who got the surprise. I'd hidden in the small bathroom in Heidi's room."

"You have to understand that this was perhaps the happiest time in our marriage. We were getting along better than ever. Even when I was at the hospital with her, we'd been planning out things we wanted to do together and places we wanted to see. For the first time in our lives, I was actually sure that Heidi loved me as much as I'd always loved her. Maybe I'd had to wait until we hit our fifties, but I'd won in the end. I'd gotten the woman of my dreams. Maybe it was almost forty years after we'd gotten together, but in the end I'd won."

"So I was already having to hold back my laughter as a guy wheeled her chair into the room and helped her back into bed. He didn't roll the chair out though, he closed the door. And he did it like he'd done it on a regular basis. He walked back over to Heidi's bed just as I was getting ready to walk over there and surprise her."

"He just pulled his pants down and stuck his dick in Heidi's face. I was the one who was surprised. He was a younger guy and he started whining."

"Come on Baby, "he said. "You need to take care of me quick. Once James gets here, I'll have to wait all day for him to leave before I get anymore."

"It's only 8, Honey," said Heidi. "Instead of a blow job that only you'll get anything out of, get up here and fuck me so we can both get off."

"The guy got on top of Heidi and started fucking her. Both of them had to try to be quiet to avoid the nurses hearing them. I thought about leaving the closet while they weren't paying attention, but I was in shock. It was then, locked in my thoughts, that I realized that your mother would never be the woman I wanted her to be. My kids were all grown up, so there was no reason for me to put up with it anymore."

"The guy wheeled Heidi back down to the showers so she could clean up again and I just left. I walked away and drove home. Heidi started calling me almost as soon as I left the building but I didn't answer her calls. As far as I was concerned, the marriage was over."

"I did everything that same day. I saw my lawyer to get the ball rolling. I withdrew most of the money in all of my accounts. I did leave a couple of thousand dollars for her, but nothing else. I arranged with a realtor for a very quick sale of the house. Property values in our neighborhood were very high and I got a great price from a real estate broker. He offered four hundred and eleven thousand for the house. I took it. I rented a big u-haul truck and a trailer. I packed all of my things in the truck and put my Mustang on the trailer. I changed the number of my iPhone and drove away. I did write the three letters to the three of you and included them with the divorce papers. You guys were spread all over everywhere and I knew that you would contact me as soon as you got the letters. I included my attorney's contact info in the letters and told him to give you all my new number as soon as you asked for it. That way Heidi couldn't contact me but you all could. I never anticipated Heidi stealing the money from her own children or her not giving you my letters."

"I drove as far as I could each day, stopping for a while in each state to get a feel for the people there and the areas. I guess I was so upset that I just drove until I ran out of land. I decided to stay in Florida. There's a thriving community of Michigan snowbirds there and the Tigers even do spring training there. For the first year there, I didn't socialize or do anything. After realizing that Heidi had no intention of giving me the divorce, I filed in Florida. I also set up my little turn key business in property management. We take care of properties for people who live elsewhere most of the year. So, if they live in Michigan or Ohio and need a way to get their grass cut or their home ready for a hurricane or anything like that, we handle it."

"After the first year, I started going to bars and clubs. I wasn't ready to date yet, but there were lots of women my age or close to it that had hinted that they were interested. I met a couple of women who looked kind of like your mother. They turned my stomach. The majority of the women our age are kind of on the chunky side. I did like the big boobs and the big butts, but I wasn't interested in the large guts that come with them. I did know that I was tired of flying economy class. No more flat chested, flat assed women for me. That was why I was in the clubs. I was taking inventory of the kinds of women that were available. I met Sam there in one of the clubs, but that's a story in itself."

"James, you were never supposed to find out," cried Heidi. "It was only..."

"It was only you breaking another promise to me and showing me how little I really meant to you Heidi," I said.

"But I called you over and over again that day. I thought that something had happened to you."

"Something had," I said. "I'd gotten tired of you treating me like shit."

"But James, it didn't mean anything," cried Heidi. "Don't you know after all of this time, you're the only man I've ever loved?"

"If that's what you call love, I can do without it," I said. "For the first time in my life, I have someone who really loves me. I'm better off without you Heidi. I even have my kids back in my life, and another son on the way."

"I knew that something had happened that day," said Heidi. "The nurse told me that she'd seen you. She said you'd gone upstairs though."

"Yeah, as a parting gift, I went upstairs and got Justin fired," I said. "I never imagined that you'd let him marry Sarah."

Justin paled until he was as white as a sheet. "What does Justin have to do with this, Daddy?" asked Sarah.

"He was the one in the room with your mother," I said. Then all hell broke loose. Sarah tried to get to Justin who was trying to get up and get away. David grabbed him and took a swing at him. I tripped Justin who landed right in front of Sarah. Sarah and Samantha both started kicking him. Justin finally broke loose and ran out of the house. Kelly and I comforted Sarah for an hour or so while everyone else talked downstairs. After Kelly gave her a couple of sleeping pills to calm down, Sarah was out like a light.

"She's going to divorce him, She's seeing a lawyer tomorrow," said Kelly, coming back to sit with the rest of us."

We sat there uncomfortably for a few moments before Heidi spoke.

"James, for the past three years that you've been gone, I've done a lot of soul searching, I go into the hospital tomorrow so they can diagnose what's wrong with me. I'd really like for you to be there to help me through this."

"Mom, are you out of your mind?" asked David.

"She's a sociopathic bitch," said Sasha. "I want my money now. Write me a check so I can write you out of my life or I'll have you arrested before you get near a hospital."

"Heidi, you're my husband's mother," said Kelly. "But you've overstayed your welcome. All of this time we've been putting our lives on hold when you had more than enough money to take care of yourself. We took you in and..."

"No Kelly," I said. "She took YOU in. Heidi's the kind of person who is always there when SHE needs YOU. She uses people. That's all she's good for. You guys have caught onto that a lot sooner than I did. At least we're all back together again. You guys can call me anytime you need to. Why don't you all come down to Florida for Christmas?"

I looked at my watch and realized it was time for us to leave.

"We'll do that Dad," said David. "Come on Mom. I'll help you pack."

"James, you can't be serious. How can you just fly off with that...child, when I need you?"

"Because that child loves him and is faithful to him Grandma," said Sam angrily. I brought Sam her coat and she started putting it on. She leaned up and kissed me.

"James, you won't leave me," yelled Heidi. "It will eat at you. You've always forgiven me before and you will this time too. You belong to me."

"No," said Sam, stopping in front of Heidi. "He belongs to me now. Have a super sparkly day!"

"Fuck you," spat Heidi angrily.

"He always does," said Samantha cheerfully. "That's how he got me pregnant."

We made it to the airport with about twenty minutes to spare. The little V6 vert fishtailed through the drifting snow the whole drive there, but we got to the airport in one piece and flew home to Florida.

For Christmas, David, Kelly, Sarah and Sasha did all come to Florida. They all had a wonderful time and spoiled Sam, whose belly was getting huge, rotten. Sarah ended up staying. It was great to have her here with us while she tried to get her life back on track after her divorce from Justin. Heidi apparently called them on an almost daily basis but none of them would take her calls. Finally, one day she just stopped calling.

A few weeks later, I was summoned by my lawyer to a meeting. Heidi and I had wills before I left her and apparently she'd never updated hers. Heidi had died in the hospital. She'd died alone. Even on the day that she died, the doctors were still trying to diagnose the mysterious illness that struck her. They think that it had something to do with all of the drugs she used during her youth, but it could be similar to the congenital defect that had taken her mother at the same age.

While in the hospital, Heidi had shriveled up to the point where she looked like hell. Her need for sex and companionship being what it was, caused her to take care of her own needs. They found her dead, with a vibrator inside or her and a shocked expression on her face.

I divided the money equally between my kids. When my newest son goes to college, maybe we'll tell him about the psychotic bitch who'd funded his education, but probably not. The last thing necessary to do is to bury Heidi. As the rain continues to fall, a lot of the people here have left. There are surprisingly few people still here. The biggest surprise is that Justin is here. We all think that he just wants a chance to make up with Sarah.

As the rain got heavier, the minister called me over and told me that we needed to move things along because of the weather. I told him that we'd each drop the ceremonial clump of dirt onto the casket and be out of here. We're all going to gather at David and Kelly's house afterward.

We all got into a line with the family at the end as the guy who used the bulldozer to fill in the grave warmed up his dozer. I'd hate to be him trying to fill that hole as the piled up dirt turns to mud.

The one or two people present, who aren't family, looked into the hole and quickly headed for their cars. Justin tried to get in line next to Sarah who quickly moved away from him. Sarah scooted back in line until she was right in front of me. Justin got in line behind her. David sensing trouble moved over near me.

All of a sudden, the guy with the bulldozer scooped up a massive amount of dirt and revved his engine as a warning to us that he was ready to fill the grave. I waved to him and then noticed that he couldn't see us through the bucket or shovel of his dozer. I quickly looked around and no one was watching me. So I elbowed Justin very sharply. He fell into the grave. Only Sarah and David noticed.

"Justin yelled but no one heard him over the sound of the bulldozer. I spotted his hand trying to hang on to the edge of the grave. The rain soaked sides were too slick for him to climb out. A sense of peace came over me suddenly. I no longer felt angry at Heidi at all. Heidi died doing what she wanted to do for most of her life. The only bad thing about it was that she died alone. Now Heidi had someone with her to explore the afterlife. It was fitting that her last lover was there to make the journey with her.

I stomped on Justin's fingers and he fell back onto the casket just as the dozer drove up to the lip and dropped its first load of heavy wet muddy dirt. It covered the casket and Justin. I looked but didn't see any movement in the grave. I wonder if Justin was stunned by the impact of his head and shoulders hitting the casket as he landed or if nearly half a ton of dirt and water covering him rendered him incapable of calling for help or moving.

In a perfect world the two of them would have been buried in the casket together, but shit, who says we live in a perfect world. In a perfect world, my love for Heidi wouldn't have made me forgive her again and again and again. But at least at the end, I'd regained my self-respect and walked away from her. I know that a lot of more macho guys would have left her long before I did. But I had to put my kids and their happiness before everything.

I think that I got out at the right time, so I could meet the woman who will make me happy for the rest of my life. So at least for me, that makes this a perfect world.

The end 



Guess Who?



We've been out for the evening with a friend of mine - he's at a loose end because his girlfriend had a party to go to. He and I have a had a couple of drinks, and you've agreed to drive him home. He invites both of us in for a nightcap and a chat. You're not sure about it, because I've been teasing you under the table the whole evening, and you're feeling quite horny - given the choice, you'd probably vote for going straight back to your place and getting down to it. But you can see that I'm keen for the evening not to end just yet, so you agree to pop in for five minutes.

A little while later, and we're in his kitchen, and he's making tea and coffee. You've just come back from the bathroom, and you've walked into a conversation about a girl who was in the pub wearing a very short skirt.

"Typical men," you sigh "You're all the same."

This starts up a whole new discussion, with you insisting all blokes are alike, and us defending men in general by claiming that we aren't all alike. I decide that I know how this argument can be settled.

"Okay," I say "You sit on this kitchen chair, and we'll stand behind you. We'll take turns rubbing your shoulders, and see if you can tell one bloke from another by his massage technique."

You agree to this, figuring that at least you'll get two free shoulder-rubs out of it. He goes first, and gently but firmly rubs across your shoulders, digging his thumbs into your shoulder blades, easing the knots out of your muscles. His fingertips work at the tops of your shoulders, then move inwards until he's massaging your neck. You seem to be finding it very relaxing. Then I take over, making exactly the same movements so as not to give any clues away. I look down, over your shoulder, and see that you're gently tapping one of your feet - a sure sign that you're either annoyed or getting turned on. I decide to test my theory, and run my fingernail right down your neck from hairline to where your necklace hangs. Sure enough, the tap becomes a wriggle...

"No good," you say "Couldn't tell you apart - but thanks for the neck rub!"

"Okay" says my friend "Foot massage - every bloke has a different technique. She'll need to keep her eyes close, though. No cheating. We'll do one foot each."

You agree to close your eyes, and then we move round in front of you. You feel your left shoe being removed first, and firm hands rub the soles of your feet without tickling. You feel fingers moving up from your ankle to the top of your sock, and then your sock being peeled slowly down and off. Each of your toes gets a tiny massage of its own, then your ankle gets gently wiggled, and its done. The exact same movements are repeated with your right foot, but then whoever is doing the massage plants a small kiss on the top of your foot just as he's finishing, and you feel the unmistakeable flick of a tongue across your sensitive skin...

"Still no good." you say quietly "Both felt lovely, thanks!"

"Okay then..." I say "Let's try something else. This time, we'll touch you somewhere different to each other. You'll have to keep your eyes closed though!"

You nod slowly, and squeeze your thighs together very gently.

"And" I add "We won't tell you where you're going to be touched."

You nod again, unsure where this 'game' is heading, but willing to enjoy it for now. The next thing you feel is a hand slowly moving over your tummy, stroking through your shirt, gently rubbing up to just below your breasts, then down to the waistband of your jeans. You begin slowly squeezing your legs together rhythmically, enjoying the soft sensation of having your abdomen stroked like a cat. Then you feel the fingers stray over the waistband of your jeans, over your zip, and then back up, but under your shirt... fingernails graze the bare skin of your tummy, circling around your bellybutton. You open your mouth to lick your dry lips as you feel as a second hand reach for the bottom of your shirt and raise it slightly, so that the first hand can move more easily up and down. Up to the edge of your bra, then slowly down to your waistband, then further down and over your button and zip.

Then you feel a second pair of hands begin to caress the sides of your neck, fingertips gliding over your throat, and the sides of your face. Your breathing is getting heavy, as you wonder how far the two of us will go. You open your mouth to make breathing easier, and a fingertip slips in. You aren't sure who's it is, but you playfully lick at it anyway as it moves in and out. The other hand of this second pair moves down your throat to the neckline of your shirt, then slips under the fabric and moves down to the edge of your bra. You begin sucking the finger in your mouth, gently at first, then hungrily as you feel a hand slip inside your bra and caress your naked breast. You can feel your jeans being unbuttoned, and the zip slowly pulled down, and you realise that you've reached the point of no return.

But you make no effort to stop things.

One pair of hands pulls your shirt up and over your head, then off completely. The other pair of hands gently ease your jeans open, and you raise your arse from the chair to allow them to be pulled right down around your ankles. The hands pull your jeans over your feet, and you hear them get thrown across the room. Then the hands slide back up your bare legs, on the inside, pushing your legs apart, stopping just before your tiny knickers and squeezing at your thighs. You feel yourself being gently pushed forward in the chair, and then your bra is unclasped. Hands move over both breasts, squeezing and pinching, fingernails grazing your nipples.

You are in a strange man's kitchen, sat on a chair naked except for your knickers, while two men touch your naked skin. You don't bother to disguise a moan as you feel your knickers being pulled to one side, and a tongure gently lapping at your soft pink skin. As you're being licked, you hear a zip coming down, and feel a hard cock being pushed into your open mouth. You don't care who's cock it is, and you suck and lick, hungry to satisfy one of the men who have made you so hot. Your hands move to your tits, squeezing and pulling at them as you suck. You're bucking your hips towards the tongue which is now plunging in and out of you, a tongue which may never have tasted you before. You can hardly even moan with the cock moving in and out of your mouth, fucking across your tongue.

Then, without warning, you're stood up and bent over the kitchen table. A pair of hands roughly yanks your knickers down your legs. You feel hands on your hips, and more hands on your hair. As you step out of your knickers, you feel the tap of a foot between your own, urging you to spread your legs wider. You're right on the edge of a climax, as you feel a cock ease into your soaking cunt, at exactly the same time as another slides into your mouth. Both cocks begin fucking you, the one in your mouth is gentle and slow, but the one in your tight cunt is rough, insistent. You are being banged against the table, and can't use your hands for anything more than hanging on to the edges of it.

"Mmmmm... mmmffff.." is all your full mouth can manage, as you come hot and hard, squeezing down on the cock hammering into you from behind. Then, abruptly, you're pulled to your feet again, hands over your glasses stopping you from peeping. You're led into another room, and you feel yourself moving across carpet. Then you're guided down to the floor, sinking to your knees and nearly screaming out loud as you realise that you're sinking down onto a hard cock...

Although you've just come, you buck and ride on the cock, feeling it growing harder and bigger inside you with each grind. From somewhere behind you, you hear a cupboard door open and close. As you slow your grinding, wondering what might be coming next, you feel somebody moving up behind you, and sinking to their knees resting a hand on your shoulder. You gasp in shock and surprise, as you feel something warm and slippery being smeared over your tightest opening.

Before you can speak, you feel a finger being slid into your hot arse. It moves slowly in and out, in time with your slow grinds against the cock in your cunt. Your arse begins to relax a little, and you feel a second finger join the first, pushing deep into you, and then pulling almost all the way out again. Over and over they push and pull, and you feel the cock inside you swell even more. Whoever it is, they're going to come soon.

"Aaaaahh!!" you cry out loud as you feel the whole length of a hard cock being slid up your arse. It stays still for a moment, letting you catch your breath, and then both cocks begin to pound into you at the same time. Your arse and cunt are full of hard cock, leaving your mouth free to cry and moan at the combination of stinging discomfort and pure dirty pleasure.

"Oh oh oh oh oh" your breath comes in short gasps as you feel the second cock get even bigger inside your arse. Then, without slowing or stopping, both cocks explode inside you, and you feel yourself being flooded with come, front and back. Spurt after spurt of hot come triggers your second orgasm, and you pant and shake as the two hard cocks continue to thrust in and out, in and out. Your legs are trembling, and you're feeling a bit unsteady, as first one, then the other, pulls out of you and you tumble gently over on to your side. As you lie there, shaking and used, eyes still closed, you hear a woman's voice from the doorway behind you.

"I'll have what she's having, thank you..."



Guess Who



The simultaneous moan of an orgasm and buzz of my phone vibrating always meant a text from my husband. There was a curious variety of looks from the other bus users. The irony of getting a judgemental look from the handsome thirty-something guy but a great big grin from the little old lady made me smirk. I picked my phone from between my breasts.

"Home @ 8. Dress slutty. Bare tits. NP."

NP was our code for 'no panties'. I don't know why he always insisted on putting that when he was sending me instructions, I hardly ever wore them anyway. A warmth began to build between my legs and without realising I had parted my knees a little. These texts always meant he had something specific in mind and I was no doubt going to have an incredible night. God I was horny already. I didn't know if I was going to make it until eight pm, it was only five o'clock. Looking around I couldn't really see any viable targets; I certainly wasn't going to get it on with the little old lady (although maybe she'd like to watch), the judgemental thirty-something was probably some kind of weird Christian or something and the two horny teenagers who'd been staring at my tits the whole journey would've probably represented a prison. Nobody else had even looked at me. Oh well, home then.

As I opened the door, the excitement was building and the warmth between my legs was damp and spreading. Within seconds of the door closing behind me my blouse was open and was being slipped from my shoulders. I casually threw it to the floor without breaking my stride as I headed for my husband's study. My bra was close to follow after and as I entered I switched on the computer. While it initialised I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Wearing nothing but stocking and heels I opened the third drawer of the filing cabinet, went to the last file and pulled out the twelve inch vibrator. Sitting in the chair, reclining slightly with my legs open I opened the browser and went into the history. I didn't want to spend ages trying to find something so the porno we'd watched together last night would be perfect. 

We were both fans of Rebecca Linares and I knew that seeing her drenched in oil being gangbanged by five men would definitely do what I needed; which was to have a phenomenal orgasm but still be horny for whatever Daniel had in mind for later. As it started, with her in the garden in a bikini, I set the vibe to a medium setting (no point in rushing and having to wait a couple of hours) and slid it in. Sitting there fucking myself while good ole Rebecca had a cock in each hole and two more guys standing over her was more than enough to get me to the brink. When they flipped her over and started to paste her with cum I lost control. Jerking my hips hard into the vibrator I started to cum hard, squirting all over the computer keyboard.

I grabbed some wet wipes and cleaned it up before I headed for the shower. The warm water cascading down my body was wonderful and I confess to always enjoying the feeling of my soapy tits slipping in my grip. Resisting the temptation to play with myself again, figuring I better save myself for later, I move to my dressing table to dry my hair apply my make-up. As I ran the drier over my long blonde hair I watched the way my tits moved in sync with the brushing. Not being 'as God intended' it wasn't an entirely natural movement but it was pleasing. I loved them big, when we'd talked about the last augmentation I'd been worried they'd be too big.

"I want them porn star big."

"But they'll be too big for my body, people will stare at me in the street. What will it be like when I go to the supermarket?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

"What about clothes? I'll never find anything to fit."

"I don't want you wearing so many clothes anyway."

And that was it, we went and got it done. 32E. They looked like footballs on my small frame. Truth be told though I'd got used to them and I was enjoying the stares, especially since we'd agreed that I should stop wearing bras. That was a popular decision at work at least, one of the advantages of being the only woman in the office.

I decided hair up would be best so wrapped it into a French Curl before putting on my foundation and blusher. A metallic blue eyeshadow with plenty, rather too much, mascara gave a nice slutty look and then candy red lipstick with a gloss to finish. Then a pair of pearl droplet earrings and matching choker finished the look. I walked naked to my wardrobe and looked down at my shoes, the choice was easy as I didn't know if Daniel would be coming home alone. Meeting new people I always tried to compensate for my 5 foot height by wearing the highest heels I have. At the moment that was a pair of patent red leather six inch stilettos and an block under the toe. Opting for bare legs tonight I then picked out a tight white lycra microskirt. This was something of a favourite; originally bought by Daniel I tried it on and it didn't cover my arse, didn't even come close.

"Aw that's a shame it's too small. I wanted to see you wear it out in public, clubbing or something."

"Don't you want me to wear it in public?"

"Well yeah, but..."

"Then I will."

Choosing a top was less straight forward. At first I thought about the latex shirt that had a huge hole cut out to expose my tits, but it didn't really go with the skirt. Then I thought about the tshirt that was cropped so short it didn't cover my nipples and had the slogan "I heart cum" on it, but were my breasts strictly speaking bare? Then I saw my black cotton bolero top. Not really bought as an item of sex clothing it hadn't occurred to me at first but I tried it on and it looked amazing. The thin black fabric covering my arms and shoulders accentuated how thin my arms were and it was a really feminine look while completely exposing my breasts.

The doorbell rang. Daniel never used his keys if I was home, he wanted me to answer the door in whatever state I was in. I grabbed the latch, took a deep breath and swung the door wide, exposing myself completely to whoever was on the other side. There was Daniel grinning wide, in front of him were Nathan and Thomas. Nathan was my boss; I worked at a large firm of accountants in the city and I'm his secretary. Thomas was his boss. Things at work were going to be interesting from now on. I resisted the instinct to act shocked or embarrassed and cover up and simply stood there allowing them to enjoy the view. They were both a little dumbstruck until Daniel broke the silence.

"The guys have come over to drink a few beers and watch some porn."

"Of course, come on in." 

I stood aside and gestured them into the hallway. They stepped past me with their eyes fixed on my tits but still looking extremely awkward.

"Can I take your coats?"

As I carried their coats into the boot room I heard Nathan talking in hushed but slightly frantic tones.

"Fucking hell Danny, you weren't kidding were you?"

"Nah my friend, and she's just getting started."

"Holy shit this is going to be good."

"Daniel, why don't you show our guests into the sitting room while I fix some drinks?"

"Sure, beers all round?"

The guys nodded and I headed to the kitchen. We always kept a plentiful supply of a variety of drinks because we entertained a great deal. Sweeping up three cold beers onto a tray I snapped the tops off and fetch three glasses from the freezer, remembering to replace them for the following rounds. I grabbed three ramekins and filled them with peanuts before carrying the tray through. Entering the room I headed for Thomas first, standing before him I leant forward from the waist lowering the tray to him. This I knew would dangle my tits a little but also expose another inch or so of ass to the other guys. Standing up I could feel that the tight fabric had not shifted down to recover the exposed inch and I stepped over to Nathan and did the same before repeating with Daniel. Stepping back to the door to return the tray I asked.

"Can I fetch anything else?"

"Go pick us out a porno." Said Daniel.

"Does anyone have any preferences?"

"Whatever you like I guess." Laughed Nathan, slightly incredulously.

"Well... I like to see a girl sucking loads of cocks."

"Go get one of those bukkake films then." Came Daniel.

So off I went. I couldn't hear the conversation as I ascended the stairs but it was excited. I was definitely having the desired effect, but couldn't help wondering exactly what Daniel had in mind. Clearly he wanted me to become the office slut but as for tonight I was still in the dark, which as it would turn out was a highly appropriate turn of phrase.

Returning to the room I knelt before the blu-ray player before dropping to all fours to insert the disc, deliberately keeping my knees several inches apart. This raised a cheer from the guys but I decided not to look back and show my appreciation, I wanted to encourage them to see me as nothing more than an object. I skipped through the menus and got the film started, it was the usual stuff of the girl coming out of the dressing room and parading in front of the men in her underwear to start with. Daniel suggested that I sit on Thomas' knee while the action warmed up which of course I did. Sitting side on to him his right hand snaked around my naked waist while his left went straight for my tits massaging them roughly. I smiled at him and planted my lips on his, pushing my tongue into his mouth. At this his right hand slid down under my ass and squeezed tightly. After a few minutes of this and feeling the bulge under my thigh grow to solid concrete Daniel suggested it was Nathan's turn. As I stood I let my hand fall into Tom's lap caressing his cock as I stepped away. Smiling at Nathan I lowered myself onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him as I had Tom. His hands were all over me in an instant. One on my ass and the other on my tits as before but clearly feeling bolder his left hand dropped to my inner thigh and started sliding up. Instinctively I parted my knees to give him a free path and he began to part my lips, massaging slowly to find my clitoris. He removed his hand, I have to say I was a little disappointed, and fed it to me. Obediently I looked him in the eye as a ferociously fellated his fingers.

"Ok hun, time to move things along." Said Daniel. I looked at the screen and the porn star was now naked on her knees pleasuring two guys at a time. "Run upstairs and get your phone, some wrist restraints and a blindfold." He spanked me hard on the ass as I passed him, then grabbed my wrist. At first I wondered if I'd done something wrong, but he hooked a finger under the hem of my skirt, and pulled it down sharply. As it fell to my ankles he said "I don't think you need that, do you?"

"No, of course not."

I stepped out of the skirt and left to go up to our bondage closet. We didn't really go in for sadism or masochism, but I loved being tied up. I loved being completely at the mercy of the men in the room, real alpha males who just wanted to fuck me in every hole until they were exhausted or bored. Men who didn't care about chatting or even about whether I was enjoying it, just raw male sexual appetite. I chose a restraint that was made from fabric and Velcro; it had a loop that went around my neck and then a strip down my back were there was another two loops for my wrists. Grabbing a blindfold and my phone I headed back down the stairs.

"Give the phone to Thomas."

Of course I did without question.

"Ok Tom, you get to choose a pose for her, anything you like. Fingering herself, sucking someone's cock, anything. Then you take a picture."

Thomas thought for a moment, he looked slightly awkward a he said it but he didn't hesitate too long. Looking at me he described what he wanted.

"I want you on your knees, legs spread wide with a cock in each hand."

Daniel laughed a little but started to get undressed.

"Good call, she'll look a real slut."

Nathan paused but then followed Daniel's lead and before long we were in position. I was impressed by Nathan's size, it must have been at least eight inches and thick.

"Wait," said Nathan "is my face going to be in this? Not sure I'm ok with that."

"Nah," replied Nathan "I'll have her head as the top of the frame. Jenny lick the end of Nathan's cock and smile at the camera."

Click.

"Now is the really fun part." Started Daniel, "text that pic to someone in her address book, anyone you like so long as it's someone from the office."

"Fucking hell!" Cried out Nathan as they all started laughing.

I couldn't help myself any longer, kneeling there with Nathan's cock resting on my tongue was too much to bear. I opened my mouth and slid my lips over his bulging head. It felt so good. Suddenly though I felt my hair being grabbed and my head pulled back roughly. 

"Not yet you little slut, it's Nathan's turn to take a pic." Came Daniel's voice.

"I know exactly what I want." Nathan said. "I want her deep throating someone. I don't care who but I want my pic to be of her with a cock deep in her throat."

Daniel gestured to Thomas. "You're the guest, you decide."

At this Tom started to pull his clothes off. He wasn't big, fairly average I'd say but the notion of being used like a fucktoy by one of the directors was sexier than I can describe. He grabbed my roughly by the back of the head and pushed hard into my mouth, pausing only as my initial gag reflex kicked in. The pause gave me time to adjust and I was able to open my throat and let him in. He pulled my head forward until his nuts were on my chin and my nose was buried in grey pubes.

Click.

Daniel took the phone as Tom continued to face fuck me. He'd done this before.

"I'm just deleting your records. I don't want you to know who got those pics. This is the first of three games this evening. You have until the end of the week to guess who the pictures went to, you get one guess, if you are wrong then the guys get to give you a forfeit."

Tom pulled his cock out of my mouth as I felt the restraint being fastened around my neck. Daniel grabbed my wrists and roughly put them behind my back as Nathan strapped them in one at a time. The blindfold was slipped over my eyes.

"Now for the second game. You're going to suck our cocks one at a time. You have to do all of the work, no help from us and you have to swallow the cum completely. Fail in this and there will be forfeit for each failure. When you're done you will have to guess the order of the blowjobs. Get this wrong and each of the guys gets to give you a forfeit. Do you understand?"

Nodding I felt the first cock being pressed to my lips and I knew that this was all the help I could get. I opened my mouth and sucked it in hungrily. Lifting my bum off my heels a little to get a better angle I pushed down slowly but firmly letting my lips slide the full length of the shaft. Sucking gently as I pulled backwards I let it pop out and slap me on the face. Using my cheek I was able to figure out where it was and get it back into my mouth and set up a rhythm. Slowly back and forth at first, just a couple of inches of movement but getting faster and deeper with each thrust. It was a matter of moments before it began to twitch violently between my lips, then warm salty moisture as my mouth filled with cum. The cock was pulled out and I opened my mouth wide to show the cum on my tongue before swallowing it down.

"I didn't say you could let the cock out of your mouth. The face slap was horny and amusing but it's still a fail, and you have some cum on your chin. I said you have to swallow all of it so that's two forfeits you've accrued so far."

A hand pressed the back of my head and a second cock was pressed to my lips. I got straight down to business this time sucking hard and fast but I'd been too ambitious thinking that this one would be as quick as the first. This one had more stamina though and I started to tire. Slowing down I went for the deep throat again. As my lips reached the base of the shaft it exploded making me gag a little, I had no choice but to pull back as the second stream of cum splashed across my face. I could hear the guys laughing and joined in.

"Let me guess, that's another forfeit?"

"That's three so far."

Click. Someone had taken another photo.

When the third cock entered my mouth I played it sensibly at first, slow steady movements but quite deep. I increased my speed as the warm cock filling my mouth got me hotter and hotter. When the twitching began it was forceful and I braced myself for what was going to cum. He came so hard I thought he might blow a hole in the back of my skull! I swallowed quickly but it was too much and I could feel it working out onto my lips and chin. Ah well that would be four then. I held my mouth open again to show the mouthful I had.

"Wait! Stay like that for a sec."

Click.

"Ok slut, what was the order?" As I swallowed the load.

"I'm going to say Nathan, Daniel then Thomas."

They all laughed. "You didn't get any of that right you little slut. The guys get to ask for any forfeit they like!"

I heard Nathan speak first. "I know you don't wear a bra to work..."

"You'd noticed that had you?" laughed Daniel.

"Shit yeah, everyone has noticed that. She ain't exactly subtle about it, but from now on I don't want you to wear panties either."

Daniel laughed at this, "Dude, she doesn't! Well maybe a couple of days out of the month but it's stocking and no panties all the time!"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, besides you should go for something more active."

"Ok... I want to be able to grope you whenever and wherever I want..."

"Did you hear him?"

I nodded.

"I want blowjobs on demand." I recognised Tom chiming in. "I fact... for everyone at the office... if anyone asks for a blowjob, you have to do it."

"That sounds like a great idea!" Said Daniel.

The blindfold came off and then my wrists were released. Nathan and Daniel had been releasing me and as the stood, Nathan's cock clipped my chin. I took it in my hand and started to wank it again. It was already hard and felt great in my hand. Daniel grabbed me by the hair and leant me over the coffee table Nathan positioned himself in front of me, grabbing my head he pushed his cock into my mouth and started to face fuck me hard and fast. I could feel a pair of hands on my hips, probably Daniel's, then the head of a cock pressed against my anus. It pushed hard and broke past the knot. I had to focus hard not to clench my teeth onto the cock in my mouth but I managed it. Being fucked from both ends, ass and mouth at the same time was a wonderful sensation.

Click.

Nathan pulled my head back and started to unload all over my face. Daniel pulled out and pulled my hip so I was kneeling beneath him. He pushed it into my mouth a couple of times before putting my hand on it and I instinctively started to wank it hard and fast with my mouth open and tongue out looking up at him. Within a few seconds three thick ropes of cum splashed across my tongue, into my eye and down between my tits.

Click.

Tom sat on the couch and pulled me backwards onto his cock. Squatting on him I started to ride him fast, letting my tits bounce wildly.

Click.

I rode Tom for a few more minutes until he moaned loudly and pulled my hips down hard onto his pelvis, filling my cunt with his juice.

"Ok..." said Daniel "That's the games done. Here are the rules of what happens next. There were seven photos sent to your colleagues tonight. The first two I've explained about; you have to guess who received them and tell either Tom or Nathan accordingly. With the other five you have to guess who the five recipients are and ask them. When you know all five you tell me. If you ask someone and it turns out they didn't receive one you have to offer to show them all seven pictures. Clear?"




Guess Who



I nod.

"Ok, Tom and Nathan have each given you a forfeit which you have to adhere to but there's another four for your failures, but we'll deal with them another night. For now go get another porno and position yourself on all fours in the middle of the room."

I looked at the screen and saw that the film had finished. The blonde porn star was covered in cum as the credits rolled over her. Her make-up was running and her hair matted. Such a sexy sight. I fetched a fresh round of beers before running upstairs to fetch another disc. This time I opted for a more general orgy, a German film with five girls in a large steam room which saw more and more men entering. So it starts with group lesbianism and gradually becomes a no holds barred gangbang. One of my favourites. Then dutifully I positioned myself on the floor and readied myself to be fucked. Each of the guys took a turn fucking my pussy and either came inside me or up my back. Tom made his excuses and left at that stage, after all we had work in the morning. Nathan hung back.

"Any chance I could have a go at anal? No one's ever let me do it before."

"Go for it my friend, do whatever you want with her."

And so for the second time that evening I found myself bracing against the pain of a cock pushing into my anus. I was always alright with it once it was in but never did get used to that initial push. Nathan rode me like that for about ten minutes while we watched the film before grunting loudly and pumping his last load of the night deep into my digestive system.

"Thanks man. See you tomorrow Jenny!"

With that he went too.

"How did I do?"

"Honestly I was surprised that you got the order of the blowjobs so wrong, I thought you'd at least get mine right."

"A tip in case you ever want to play that game again; put earplugs in me, I could hear you all grunting."

"Wait... you got it wrong on purpose?"

I just smiled and with that we headed off to the shower.

"I think tomorrow is going to be a weird day."

"You think I've gone too far this time?"

"Hell no, but I'm gonna get fucked so much! I don't know how I'm going to get any work done."

"Well, let me know how it goes."



Guess Who Called



Guess Who Called?

I'd just gotten back from a business trip for a couple of days to Miami, when I found a change had started in my life without my knowledge or participation. My wife, Claire, picked me up from the airport at dusk, and as was our way, we stopped off for light dinner on the way home. Sitting in a little Italian restaurant several miles from our suburban home, we chatted about the week gone by. Her return-to-the-workforce job had been going much better since she'd cracked the code on improving her company's accounts receivable collections, and my trip had been both successful and stress-free, even giving me an afternoon to soak the warm sun beside the hotel pool, politely ogling the bikinis and letting my hormones build for my return. Claire had worn a yellow scoop-neck tank-top with a light sweater and a khaki mini-skirt, all of which looked really good on her 5"4", 120 lb. frame. She knows I love the tank-tops, especially when they're the non-shelf-bra types that allow her breasts to move freely. She sports great B+ cups that would be envied by 30 year olds and which are just stunning on her mid-40s bod. Her legs are smooth, but yet muscular in that female runner way, and she's got a great ass which she thinks is too big and which I like just the way it is, and would frankly also like just as much if it were a bit bigger - she doesn't get that at all. Anyway, put that combination together with her dirty blonde hair, a spring tan and a twinkle in her eye, and it is a wonder why my juices started to rush when she met me?. She knew that, of course, and sitting in the booth waiting for our pasta, she slipped out of the sweater and tantalized me by just sitting there across from me, her cleavage discernible above the material, her nipples emerging clearly from the gentle curving outline of her breasts under the light ribbed cotton - no shelf bra there, and no bra either, thankfully.

I interrupted her recounting of the accounting progress, noting her nipples convexing the top, "Nice 'pointers,' Claire. Have I told you that you look great tonight?"

"Yep, you did that at the airport, but it's ok for you to do it again, thanks."

"Well, you keep pushing those things in my face, and I'll start doing more than telling you about it. "

"Promises, promises. I hope you can wait until we get home."

"I'll try. Thousand one, thousand two. Gosh, whaddya know - I'm full - you ready to go?"

"But we haven't been served more than breadsticks and wine!" she laughed. She has a great, open laugh - not a giggle or a forced polite thing, but a happy, giving laugh - it's sexy in its own regard, and sometimes when I've brought her to a series of orgasms, she just lies there and laughs for a bit, - it's so great that now I'm downright Pavlovian - her laugh itself now turns me on.

Fortunately, we were talking softly and the restaurant was almost empty. The waiter returned with our pasta, did the usual solicitations for Parmesan and such, and left.

"Did you see him looking down your top?" I asked.

"No, I doubt he was anyway - you just wish he was so you can get your dirty mind tripping," she smiled.

"Oh now, he was definitely in the ogling mode. In that top, your cleavage is a magnet, and then I think your nipples just draw men's eyes - it's a little-researched law of physics -- biological magnetic potential as the 6th force in the universe - maybe I should start my own investigation on that, might lead to capturing an alternative energy source, solve all that global warming ozone problem, let us back onto the beaches again without guilt. You can be my hypothesis, and we can go around surveying sample populations."

"But you wouldn't have a control group."

"Yeah, but the out-of-control groups would appreciate the effort, in the pursuit of science, of course. Anyway, he was definitely looking down your top, and he definitely liked what he saw from the ridiculous amount of Parmesan you have there on your noodles. I think maybe he was trying to cover up the al dente state of his own noodle by the time he left."

"Damn, you're dirty. Have I mentioned that to you?"

"Not lately, but since you chose that outfit apparently just to torture me during this interlude, I think you know that I know that you know that."

"I suppose."

The waiter came back several times, sometimes to deliver food, sometimes I thought just to check out the view. I told Claire to lean forward a bit to improve her visibility, and that I was sure it would improve the service. The next time he passed by, heading somewhere past us, damned if she didn't do just that, blushing charmingly. He about left skid marks coming to a stop to ask if everything was to our satisfaction. I told him we were getting there, thanks. After that, he was a frequent flyer to our table, with nearly blathering descriptions of their desserts, while Claire eased into being used to knowing that I knew that she knew that she was exposing herself (ok, in truth only a moderate bit of cleavage, but it was damned sexy) to this kid. Finally, when check had arrived, and we were gathering to leave, Claire mentioned, casually as if it were a minor weather report, "Guess who called while you were gone?"

"Uh, the President? Aaarrrgghhh - I forgot to tell him I was going out of town!" I said, feigning concern.

She shook her head no. 

"The Pope?"

"Nope."

"The Lottery headquarters, telling us about the big win?"

"Nope, not even close."

"OK, who?"

"Skip."

I missed a beat in my usual quick comeback, "THE Skip? Mr. EverReady Bunny?"

"Yes, that one, but that was a long time ago - he's probably wound down considerably after 20 years."

"Hey, fantasies don't age. Anyway, what'd he have to say?"

"Apparently, he's in town for a meeting of some sort, just called to say hey."

"And to come by for a boff for old times sake?"

"No - he just called to chat."

"OK, let me get this straight: you move three times to three different states since you last dated him, get married, twenty-plus years go by, and he 'just' calls to chat? It's not like you've been in touch - how'd he get our number - or have you been in touch and just didn't mention this?"

I was getting a bit confused by all this. The conversation had gone on as we left the restaurant and headed home in the car. Skip was a former lover, her last before we met, according to her of course. She was dating him when I came on the scene, and she's always been very vague about just when she stopped screwing him, but I always suspected there was some overlap, since it didn't take long for us to start. Over the years, I'd learned in bits and pieces that he was a fast trigger but a fast recovery as well. I on the other hand am a very slow trigger, but I'm usually not good for more than once a night - maybe twice if everything is just going spectacularly. I should also mention that in our sex play, I'd introduced the idea of fantasizing a MFM threesome at one time, which Claire rejected vehemently, which ended that foray. She seemed really offended by the idea, so we talked it out, and I think she got less offended, since I wasn't interested in her cheating on me, just in the idea of what two men together could do with her wondrous body. However, she pretty much shut down any such considerations, so I dropped it, reserving that part of my fantasy life for solo thoughts. 

That said, Claire and I have what I think is a pretty terrific sex life. She always comes, at least several times a session and into double figures on a great night, and while I don't always come, I almost never have performance problems and can last quite a while. My endurance and my body's reluctance to orgasm may be a self-conditioning program developed over years and related to my relatively modest equipment. I tell myself I'm not far below the norm, but know I'm certainly not above it. Depending on a woman's experience, I suspect I may have provided the smallest dick several of my acquaintances have had. Claire tries to demur on that point, swears that she likes my equipment, that it's plenty for her, that it's not important to women anyway, and that my performance is great - the best in her experience, but what wife wouldn't say that? The idea of Skip, being able to screw her, come, take a break, be ready to go again, and repeat that up to 4 times in a night was always a bit daunting to me. Claire swore he never lasted more than 5 or 10 minutes after penetration, that he wasn't much of a fun guy outside the rack, and that she dropped him "soon" after our first date. The idea that he'd tracked her down was interesting - the possibility that she'd been in touch with him for some time - physically as well? - was both jealousy-inspiring and erotic to me. I needed more input. 

"So how'd he find you?"

"He said he ran into George Nelson in a conference somewhere, got to chatting, and George gave him our number." That was reasonable, since Skip and George were both in the hotel business - George played golf with me on rare occasion - good guy, but not a close friend, knew we'd moved from where Skip was now from, etc. I could check out that part easily enough.

"And he just wanted to chat?"

"Yes, just to chat, I guess. . . . Well, he did ask me out to dinner for last night when I said you were out of town, but I said I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Oh, come on. Do you really think I would have?"

"Well, you could have called and told me, to get my reaction."

"Well, I didn't. We just talked about family and such. He says he's doing fine, thinks of me fondly, thought we could go out and catch up. I told him that with you out of town, I wouldn't feel comfortable with that, and we signed off."

"OK, so did he tell you where he's staying?"

"Let me see - it was the Holiday Inn or the - no, it was the Hilton near the airport, now that I think back."

"Ah, now that you think back, you'll note that he told you where he's sleeping. I'll bet he left the door unlocked and was sorely disappointed to wake up alone this morning. Uh, he did wake up alone this morning, right?"

"How would I know? And why do you want to know where he's staying?"

"So you can call him back. Call him and invite him to dinner at our place tomorrow."

"No - I'm not that interested."

"Right. But I am. If there's nothing between you, you won't mind seeing an old friend. If he's still hustling you, it'll be obvious, and I'll get to say 'I told you so.' Besides, this is a turn-on, getting to see you with an old lover, especially one I know a little about. By the way, I presume I know more about his sexual experiences with you than he does about ours?"

"Of course, as in he knows absolutely nothing about ours. But you're not going to go there with him, are you?"

"Of course not - just clarifying, dearest Claire. You do know how I like to clarify," I said, referring to the pun on her name that I'd long since adopted as our code word for having sex.

She resisted and I persisted, and eventually, she called him at his hotel, invited him, and basically said, "nyah" to me to show she had nothing to hide. At this point, we were still enroute home from the airport and dinner. While she talked on the cell phone and I drove, I was grabbing at her tits and crotch, and she was fending me off, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. We were both enjoying it, her objections all mock, my attacks all gentle and affectionate. By then, I had an erection, for reasons I couldn't quite explain but that were for reasons beyond the grab-ass games. We got to the house, and I pretty much attacked her when we got inside. She was eager as well, and we laughed as we stripped each other and went at it in the living room, then ran to the bedroom where our bed is much better for that sort of thing. She was voracious, and I was in good form for me, and we had a pretty terrific fuck out of the whole thing.

I had the next day off, so with not much to do, I got to dwell on the prospects. We took a morning run (she runs farther, I run faster, so it's only occasionally but nice we compromise and run together), cleaned up and puttered around the house a bit, and went off to the grocer in town to shop for dinner. Settling on spinach salad for openers, then salmon with crabmeat for stuffing, I knew the dinner would be terrific. I promised to cook the main course, so she could fix the salad ahead of time and be a proper hostess while I chef'd. 

By 7, the salad was set, the wine chilled, the crabmeat stuffing fixed, and the salmon ready for the oven, so there wasn't much of a need to desert the two of them, but I intended to anyway. I'd already gotten ready, and while she showered, I laid out a jersey material sort of a peach colored sundress that I love, along with some filmy beige lace "boy short" panties. The dress doesn't allow for a bra. In the front it dips down, showing the inner rise of her breasts, and its sides are pretty open. It laces from the sides across the back, showing more back than strap and dipping low to where her hips start to flare without quite getting down to her nether cleavage. Meanwhile, the skirt is flowing, coming just above the knee. It's so damn sexy, I get randy every time she wears it, and we have great sex as a result, and so it's pretty much another Pavlovian thing itself. She doesn't like thongs, and I wouldn't either if I were Claire - the boy shorts do great things for the view of her ass, and they're comfortable enough that she feels good and feels sexy in them. The beige ensured no visibility no matter what the light, which implied maybe nothing underneath, and which looked great when she was in just the panties, her trimmed bush lending the barest of shadows to their flesh tone. 

When she emerged from the shower, I watched for her reaction to the clothes on the bed. "What's this?" she asked, and I knew there wasn't much mystery to it.

"I figured that even if nothing comes of the conversation and reunion, at least with that dress on, he'll leave with a hard on, and I'll get a great piece of ass tonight. Merely Machiavellian, my dear."

"You expect me to greet him without a bra, and with those flimsy things on underneath?"

"Well, ok, if you don't want to wear the flimsy, it's ok with me," I joked back.

"Yeah, right. I don't know. This is all well and good that we tease about this sort of thing, but I don't want to give him the wrong impression, and I don't want you getting that either."

"Just humor me, Claire. Think of it as my harmless little fun, and we'll go with the flow and see what a fine evening you can have in the company of two men who have loved fucking you, one who intends to do it again this evening, and one who probably hopes he might be so fortunate again."

At that, the doorbell rang. She was standing naked and visibly jumped. I told her I'd get it and, giving her a quick kiss, I left for the front door.

Skip had never quite been described by Claire, other than he was shorter than my 5' 11", and under duress (applied over the years by me, gently, of course) that she vaguely recalled that maybe his cock was "a little shorter, maybe a little thicker." I had no way of telling, of course, if that were true, but it was a nice way for her to tell it - no put down, no recollection of equine dimensions, a safe answer. Of course, that answer was probably given never expecting to see him again, so she "knew" that whatever she invented would have been whatever I believed, without risk. For a woman who rarely forgets anything, including exactly where everything in her college dorm room was as well as what I might have said months ago in passing, not being able to remember a cock she'd fucked repeatedly wasn't exactly convincing, but it had always been her story and she'd stuck to it.

What Claire didn't know was that I'd met Skip by coincidence a few years back, when we both ended up at a seminar together. I recognized the name and verified the background during small talk. I never introduced myself, and he never let on if he got or recognized my name, and so maybe he was oblivious, and maybe we were both checking each other out. 

He hadn't changed much since I'd last seen him, about 10 years ago. He was a little chunkier than I was, and an inch or two shorter than my 5' 11" ('never could stretch that to 6 feet, not the only thing I wished I could have stretched to a 6). He had more hair, since I'd lost mine over the years and made no effort to hide the result. Claire never complained, just made sure she always referred to Sean Connery as being hot, hotter without the toupees, probably for my benefit, but appreciated nonetheless. 

"Hello, you must be Jim," he greeted me with outstretched hand, holding a bottle of wine in the other. Neither of us had gone to pot, and we quickly checked out each other at the door. I suppose if we'd been dogs we'd have warily sniffed each others' crotches, with our hackles up - human beings, however, do the same thing in what we perceive to be a more subtle way. I invited him in, got him his requested rum and coke (rum and coke?! give me a break - that was a great thing for him to order if he was trying to make me feel confident - I should have thanked him), me a scotch and ice. I didn't let out that we'd met before, nor did he show any sign of that. I had white wine chilled and opened for Claire when she joined us. Cobbling together some cheese and crackers, we went into the living room and made small talk.

"So, I understand you dated Claire before we met," I ventured, safely. No reason for delay.

"Yeah, that was a long time ago. I'm glad to see she's doing so well." Obviously, we were still in the dance of the cautious males, trying to keep each other off balance, no risk, trying to position for position.

"She was surprised to hear from you. When's the last time you two saw each other, anyway?"

"Gosh, let me see," he said, glancing up and left. Was that a classic liar's body language give-away? " - it's gotta be a good 20 years - I don't quite recall. We just sort of lost touch, I guess."

(yeah, sure, so much so that you tracked her down, and somehow found her, eh? Claire definitely told me that she told Skip she'd met someone, i.e. me, so she wouldn't see him anymore - quite a segue to "lost touch")

"Well, since we both have great affection for her, this should be a great evening - a husband on the verge of jealousy, and an old lover dropping by with all those old memories rekindled."

I think he didn't know what to make of that, my surprising him by being pretty blatant yet just this side of offensive. He turned away, strolling to look at the artwork around the living room, finally responding, "Uh - huh. I guess." then after a moment, "Listen, I don't want to make this difficult for you, by the way. There's no reason for you to be jealous. We're just old friends at this stage."

"Oh, don't worry - I think I'm going to just relax and enjoy the evening, and I hope you do as well." I appreciated his willingness to be straight, or to seem that way at least, and decided I actually liked the guy. That was a real relief as I realized it, which cheered and relaxed me.

At that moment, Claire entered the room, looking ravishing and embarrassed to be dressed in the outfit she knew I loved for its sensuality. But, she was wearing the dress - something she had all the power not to. Duly noted. I was turned on by the sight of her as usual, and more turned on by the situation.

"Skip - you haven't changed - great to see you," she offered safely, and crossed the room to accept his hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Claire, you look even better than I'd remembered - Jim here has been good for you, it appears."

"Yes, he's great - and how's Sheila?"

"Ah, we got divorced two years ago -- when the kids went away to college, we lost the reason to stay together, I guess."




Guess Who Called



"Oh, I'm sorry - divorce is tough on everyone, no matter what the reasons," she remarked, truthfully.

"Well, that's ok - I'm better off this way, and so is she, I think. Time moves on and all that."

Claire bent forward for a cracker and cheese, and I saw Skip looking at her, grabbing a peek at her cleavage, displaying that obvious sexual interest that we men are so lousy at concealing.

"She sure looks great after all this time," Skip mused aloud.

"Yeah, I love her in that dress -- even more out of it," I offered, and I could tell he was thinking about that already.

"Hey, you guys - what?!" she shot back, mostly at me.

"Sorry, you're just inspirational, dear," I recovered.

Skip didn't say anything, but when she straightened up, she saw that he'd been scoping her out, and she blushed. Her nipples also hardened visibly, thanks to the dress. I knew Skip wasn't missing that either.

After drinks and small talk, with occasional reappearance of the nipples, but really pretty bland stuff, I excused myself to go to the kitchen, then proceeded to put the prepared dishes in the oven and quietly return to the living room. Standing pretty surreptitiously around the corner from the room where they sat, I eavesdropped, feeling silly and guilty and intrigued. I hoped I wouldn't be detected and that they'd neglect the silence from the kitchen. Apparently I was just in time, as sure enough, Skip maneuvered, "You do look great, you know, Claire."

"Uh-huh - I know I'm hardly the girl you recall, but thanks anyway."

"No, really - you look great! I can't look at you and not think of those great afternoons - I hope you don't mind."

"That's very flattering. But that was a long time ago."

"Uh-huh. Do you remember the time when I'd just gotten back from that trip?"

"Skip, I was someone you saw ON trips. When you "got back," you went home to your wife, as I recall." That's telling him, Claire, I thought to myself, thoroughly enjoying this.

"Yeah, but I was remembering that summer weekend - your apartment in Alexandria? I got to your place with an armful of Sutton Place deli stuff so we wouldn't have to go out?" 

"That was a long time ago - I don't have much memory for that sort of thing."

"Well, I do if you don't. You greeted me in a pair of cotton eyelet pajamas out of the Victorian era, very white and virginal and sexy as hell. They lasted about 2 minutes before we were at it in your bed, and we pretty much stayed there the rest of the weekend." Okay, now he's upping the ante. I didn't know if this was going to lead to open warfare between the two of them or not -- Claire doesn't take to being forced to talk about things she doesn't want to talk about.

"You have a superior memory. I remember those pajamas - not sure about the other parts..."

"Not sure you remember that was the weekend I made you stay naked the whole time? Not sure you remember that we got it on five times in two days? How about that I managed to fuck you while you were asleep, and you only woke up because you were starting to come again?" Okay, now we're into obscenities as well -- smoke is now coming from Claire, fireworks potentially soon to follow, I guessed.

"Skip! That's enough. Yes, now I recall some of that, and yes, it was nice, and yes, it was a long time ago. I also recall that you blithely went back to your Mrs. after a day and a half, so there weren't two days to begin with."

"Ouch - I can see your memory's better than you claim - I recall you didn't object at the time."

"Listen, we never would have been any good for each other, except for the occasional weekend fling. I'll have to admit that after awhile, the fact that I was just a weekend screw made me feel pretty cheap, so it was just as well I met Jim when I did and had an excuse to cut it off."

"Well, he was fortunate to have met you, that's for sure."

By that time, I figured I'd hidden long enough, and clearing my throat I reentered. They shifted quickly, although there was nothing to shift from - they were facing each other across the coffee table, but the shift belied their casual comfort.

"So, have you two caught up on old times?" I asked cheerily.

"A little bit," Claire answered, concentrating on her next choice of cracker, and shielding her bodice to her chest with one hand as she did, closing down the view. Uh oh, may be too late to salvage anything, I thought.

The next hour consisted dinner and more wine for Claire, Skip's bottle tucked into the 'fridge to share later, since it was a really nice California champagne. Lots of small talk, caught up on Skip's kids, job, life in hotelling, Claire's equivalencies. I mostly sat and listened and remarked occasionally so as not to seem standoffish, but mostly watched the two of them. Skip was clearly still taken with Claire, and she was clearly pretty embarrassed by the situation, but was gamely going along, hostessing and relaxing bit by bit thanks to the wine and fact that nothing had gotten too intimate in the conversation.

After dinner, I cleared with Claire's help. Skip was left alone in the living room, and I came up behind Claire who was at the sink, washing off plates (I'd do the pans later). "Mmm, you smell good," I murmured, nuzzling at the nape of her neck and wrapping my arm around her waist.

"Like salmon?"

"No, like woman. Wisp of the grape, maybe a base of vanilla, mild undertones of forget-me-nots, distinct musk nose, and a promising finish of feels-like-a-great-ass-to-me." 

"That's quite a smell, glad you like it," she replied, still cleaning, but not pushing me away.

"'Think Skip would like to get a whiff, maybe compare notes?"

"Have you just been sitting there all night, fantasizing about the three of us?"

"Pretty much - it's been a lot more interesting than the small talk, so I've probably been having a better time than you two so far."

"Maybe. You missed some of the small talk, though."

"Oh really? Do tell."

"Just that while you were cooking, he tried getting me to recall a weekend - the one I told you about when I woke up with him fucking me?"

"Ooh - you see, he is still majorly after you," I mused, being quietly thankful that she shared that conversation. What a great wife - hot and still loyal and true - as far as I knew, of course. As we talked, I copped a feel, caressing her left breast with my right hand wrapped around her, feeling the nipple rise for the umpteenth time - what a reliable response - her breast never failed to do that and I never failed to appreciate it.

"Oh, I don't think so - he was just flirting, seeing how far he could get - standard male conquest sort of stuff, I'd say. When I was reluctant, he pretty much dropped it."

"Well, maybe we should pick it back up - are you up for flirting a bit, seeing where it takes us?" I said, still nuzzling, knowing it was an erogenous zone for her right there where the neck leaves the shoulder.

"And where would you like it to take us?" she said, shivering a bit from the teeth I was running along her nape.

"I really don't know for sure, of course; but it seems all too erotic to me to just walk away from it. How about if we each use, say 'Buffalo,' as a safe word. Either of us wants to put a stop to it, just work 'Buffalo' into the conversation, and the other will know, and we'll both just exit or back up or whatever, and that will be that?"

"'Buffalo'?!" she said incredulously, rolling her eyes.

"Or whatever you pick - but a safe word, keep you safe, keep me safe, if neither of us uses it, we can just go with the flow."

"Well..." she paused for a long thought, then, "OK." Then another pause, and an eye roll: "'Buffalo' - geez!"

Sure - you say, "Speaking of nice weather, have you ever fucked a buffalo?" and I'll know that's far enough.

We both laughed a little bit, then I spun her around and kissed her lustily, my tongue snaking into her mouth, meeting hers in response and dueling with it a moment. My cock had been hardening throughout this exchange, and she knew it as I ground it into her, and she ground back just enough to let me know she knew and liked it.

"You'd better stay here and deflate, while I attend to our guest," she said, as we broke the kiss.

"You're not exactly unstimulated yourself," I said, giving both her nipples gentle tugs, since after all, they were blatantly beckoning through the dress, "but go ahead - Skip will appreciate seeing them again."

"We'll see," she said, and my deflation took another step backwards.

I followed her anyway, my pants being loose enough that unless one really looked, the half erection I had was not obvious.

Skip looked up, and immediately scoped out her nipples - I loved it, knowing that she saw him do that. Whether it was the wine or my permission or the safety of the safe word or seeing him again or the memories, she seemed finally to be ready to go along with my fantasy.

"So, nice dinner, now what should we do?" she asked, bending over as she sat, with no bodice shielding, then smiling at me and looking down at my crotch and raising her eyebrow in mock exasperation." 

"I'm thinking hot tub." I offered. "I warmed it up earlier, so it should be all set. Skip, you'll love the view from the deck, with the stars overhead -- something very soothing about it."

"Whoa there - you just want to see me get embarrassed to be in a bathing suit in front of an old boyfriend," she teased, "with my old lady's body. Maybe just you two should go in."

"That, my dear, is not true and not true and not true!" I countered. "What do you say, Skip?"

"That would be great, but of course I didn't bring a suit."

"No worries, mate," I joked. "I've got some gym shorts you can wear, if you want to wear anything. That high privacy fence out there keeps anyone from seeing. We usually go nude - care to go au naturel, Claire? After all, we're all old friends and have nothing you haven't seen before."

"Thanks, but I think I'll go change, Mr. Subtle." And with that, she exited.

"How about you, Skip? If you'd feel better, I can get you the shorts, but it's ok with me if we just skinny it."

"Uh..." he started, undeniably interested in getting close to Claire with as much nakedness involved as possible, but unsure of my stance and of his with me and all that. "OK, if you're sure it's cool."

"It's cool, don't worry - this will be fun -- unless you know otherwise, I don't know that Claire's ever been in a hot tub with two naked men. She'll undoubtedly not expect it, the bubbles will provide us cover, and it'll be fun to watch her find out." I didn't mention how she'd find out, just that she would, and the implication fairly hung in the air.

"For that matter, I'm not sure I've ever been in a hot tub with another naked man, so watch yourself." he said that straight-faced, then couldn't hold it, and as I recognized the joke, we both laughed, albeit a bit nervously. 

"I'll be on guard. So, let's - there are towels out by the tub."

With that, I went to the kitchen, grabbed the half-full plate of cheese and crackers from earlier, the champagne and 3 glasses, then returned and started unbuttoning my shirt. Given the lead, Skip followed suit. Both of us kept our unds on until the last step, he in knitted boxers, I in boxer briefs. "So, here we go," I said, pulling down my shorts at last, turned half away from him during the process but then turning and facing him front-on, rather than being discrete, glad that I was back to being totally soft, sorry I wasn't more impressive in that state. As I said, I'm not particularly well equipped, usually being about 3½" soft and about 5 ½" hard. I was interested in seeing how he really was, vs. what Claire had admitted to in the past. I always wished I were bigger, of course, and Claire knew that, of course, and so forth. I've been with several dozen women with no complaints about size, and those of you in my category know just how much assurance that is.

Skip glanced at me, then pulled off his own unds. Sure enough, he wasn't any porn star material either, but he did exhibit a distinctly thicker penis that seemed the same length so far. The girth with the modest length made it look stubby. Of course, that didn't really tell anything. We were both circumcised, a fact I knew via Claire and didn't know if he knew until now. This could be interesting, I reflected. He was apparently fully soft as well, so at least neither of us had been turned on by the prospect of undressing in front of the other. He was probably having a shrinkage attack from the intimidation of my presence anyway, so guessing about equipment was just that, so far. Opening the door, I led the way to the tub. I'm sure we were a laughable pair, trying to act nonchalant as we strolled naked across the patio, which was shielded by any view by a tall fence all around the perimeter of our long, deep, sloping back yard. I love being naked just about any time, and the cool air of the evening was just right for the jacuzzi, which was bubbling and steaming away in the far corner of the patio, on a small raised deck portion that it was countersunk into. 

Skip set the cracker plate on the table nearby and stepped right down into the water, amazing me. I popped the cork quietly, poured the three glasses of wine, put down the bottle and one glass on the table near the tub, handed one glass down to Skip, and stepped down the first step into the tub. I had to take it bit by bit, the water was so hot, and that was the way I liked it. He laughed at me as I edged down into the water, step by step. "You really look silly, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry I'm not a more intimidating sight for you!" We both laughed, and it was a great relief for us to laugh with each other, breaking that ice bit by bit. I realized again that despite thinking cheating married men are sleaze, I actually liked him. And the cheating was a long time ago, as long as I knew, and I'd have been hard-pressed at that age not to hustle Claire if I'd been in a listless marriage and had the chance. 

Eventually, I got all the way in, leaned back and tried the wine. It was good, and we quietly savored it. Claire appeared momentarily, wrapped in a short beach jacket thing. 

"From the looks of the living room, and your never coming to get those gym shorts, you guys are naked under all those bubbles - do you really expect me to get into a hot tub with two naked men?" she challenged, arms crossed, standing above us on the deck that the tub was sunken into. Her voice and words were stern, her eyes were crinkled in a tease.

"Yep, that's exactly what we expect. I also half expect that you're naked under that robe as well!" I suggested, and reached over to kill the bubbles with the poolside switch. The tub quieted instantly, and although the ripples in the water still made it impossible to see through clearly, the underwater light was on and she could see enough to know there were no colored suits covering us.

"I can't believe it - you and an old boyfriend got undressed together? You're really kinky, you know! Maybe I should just leave you two to each other. As for my suit, you'll see - maybe." she teased. 

"Besides, now that Skip and I have shared the special moment of our unveiling, there's nothing that any of us hasn't seen, of you or of us, although I think in varying degrees of closeness and frequency, and time since, of course."

"You've got that right," she said, and shrugged out of her jacket, standing there in her light yellow bikini. I knew that the bikini was virtually transparent when wet and was totally unlined, a small alteration I'd made to it when I bought it for her, including the bottoms. The suit was a string one, triangle tops, bikini bottoms, moulding her breasts and hips wonderfully -- it was explicitly suggestive, and that she had chosen it, vs. something more conservative, was all the more so to me.

Although I'm sure Skip and I were both disappointed that she was dressed in anything, I think we both recognized that she'd hedged her bets, and that made the move enticing -- this was no conservative one-piece -- this was a hot string bikini, and all three of us knew it. Skip and I broke into quiet applause. She did a little pirouette and smiled down at us.

"You look as good as I knew you would!" Skip complimented her, and she beamed a bit.

"So come on in - the water's fine! Get that suit wet so Skip can see how well it conceals!" 

Claire stepped right down, and Skip and I shifted to make a place for her between us. She sat, covered to her shoulders in the water.

"Ah, there's a glass of wine over there for you," I said, pointing to the low table nearby, knowing that to get it she'd have to stand, getting her torso out of the water, and climb the tub steps, getting her lower half out, and get it and return, giving us a view of both sides. Being chivalrous and getting it for her was not high on my priority list. 

"You're devious," she grinned at me, then rose, the water falling from her shoulders, her back to us, and sauntered over to the edge, definitely putting more sway in her hips as she moved than necessary or usual.

As she climbed the step and picked up the glass, we could see the cleavage of her ass clearly through the clinging, barely opaque material. Picking up the glass, she turned and the various lights around the back yard and beneath the water level did a great job making her look great and just about naked. I could see the shadow of trimmed patch of pubic hair matted against the suit, and her breasts might as well have not been covered at all. She did, truly, look great. I might have mentioned that after two kids, her 34Bs had swelled to about a B-and-a-half, with just a bit of sag, compared to the no sag at all that they had when I met her and as Skip undoubtedly remembered them. However, it was just the right amount and just made her look more womanly and less girlish. Her hips were also clearly a woman's hips, never mind her thinking they were too big -- what do women know about such things? I've reassured her repeatedly that they are just right for me - something she's heard many times but seems not to tire from the repetition.

Skip was silent during the show. I suspected he was metaphorically swallowing hard, and may have been literally a bit hard as well. She really did look great as she sauntered back down the steps into the water. As she stood, her nipples were prominent and the luscious curve of the heft of her breasts was obvious. He'd have had to be gay not appreciate the picture she presented.

"So, Skip, look familiar?" I ventured.

"Uh, I think this is the part I'm supposed to be amnesiac about," he answered, obviously uncomfortable in the situation.

"No, no - please - I think that the years have just filled her out to the better, don't you?"

"Yeah, you're right. The Claire I knew was sort of girlish. This Claire is anything but girlish - and that's a compliment, Claire!"

"Oh, Claire," I continued, as she settled in between us again, "Could you grab that plate of snacks over there for us as well? And the wine bottle, while you're up?"

"Nice try, Mr. Cool. I just got up. I think it's the men's turn." She sounded sarcastic, but she was playing along, and I was hoping she was getting into it as much as I was.

"Good point. Skip, can you grab them?"

"No, no, I said the men, plural," she interrupted. "I think you should get the plate and Skip the bottle, don't you? After all, you've been chirping about how Skip gets a trip down memory lane, I think I deserve one as well, if just for wearing this bikini. And I always like watching you, darling - you know that!"

I was game, and looked over at Skip. "Well, ok," I ventured, giving my dick a stretching tug under the bubbling water, and headed for the chips. Skip followed. We both climbed out of the tub, traveled the 10' to the items, turned and headed back. I noted that Skip's dick had grown noticeably, whether from the talk or the vision of Claire or both. So had mine, but that was no surprise to Claire. I watched her as we turned and returned. She definitely watched him, noticed me, and watched him some more. The two of us sported half erections, swinging along standing partly out from our bodies, pointing toward Claire, and growing longer with each step, or so it seemed. I checked him out as we walked, and I could tell, yes, he was thicker, and unless he stopped soon, he was going to be longer as well. This belied Claire's story of shorter and thicker - we'd see.




Guess Who Called



"So, whaddya think - anything look familiar?" I joked as we entered the tub.

"Now that you mention it, yes."

"Ooh, pray tell, what?"

"Skip, obviously. He's kept in good shape, and I remember that he doesn't have nearly as much hair as you, except on his head. He sort of reminds me why I agreed to go out with a married man - and that's a compliment to you, Skip."

"Good shape? As in how?" I pursued, getting harder as I sat back down.

"Oh, no gut, good shoulders."

"Anything else?"

"OK, ok, a nice dick!" she spat out, and I wasn't sure if I'd pushed too hard. But she smiled a moment later, and I relaxed. This was going just right.

"Ah, and what constitutes a nice dick? Please do tell us ignorant males who just arrive with the baggage we were assigned."

"You are awful - but, like yours, I like the look of a circumcised dick, although I've never actually had one that wasn't -- just seen them in pictures -- I'm sure if I'd started on uncircumcised and stuck with that, I'd prefer that by now. Of course, a nice dick needs to be matched with a nice set of balls, looking full and eager to get to work. I don't care for too much hair in the area, so that needs grooming attention if necessary, but not totally shaved -- that just looks porno or prepubescent, neither of which entice me. Then, for size, Skip's seems to be a nice size, as does yours, and in my vague recollection, his grows to a very nice size as well. Not too long and not too short, not too thick but nicely thick. Oh, and a nice dick needs to be very clean and taste nice. Very much like yours, darling."

"So much longer would be too long? And much thicker would be too thick?"

"'Could be, and no, I'm not going to tell you how much it would take to constitute "much" longer or thicker. Just be happy that you have the greatest dick in the world and that his is a close competitor . . . as I vaguely recall, you understand."

"You're the greatest, Alice," I laughed. "And, as I'm sure Skip recalls, you have the greatest vagina in the world."

"Vagina?!" Skip chimed in with a laugh. "I didn't know anyone used that term outside of the doctor's office!"

"I was being the formal host there. And your term of preference is?" I asked back.

"Hmm... I suppose 'Pussy' but any of them can work in the right setting," he said, looking at Claire, no doubt to see if he'd crossed a gross-out line with her.

I continued to press, "I agree, although in some contexts, 'cunt' is definitely even more appropriate - and what in your opinion constitutes a great pussy?"

"Ah, I think not too densely hairy, no overexposed lips, slick as synthetic oil, and able to grip."

"You do remember Claire well, don't you!"

"Guys! You're discussing my innards here!"

"Yeah, and they're great!"

With that, we sort of lapsed into silence. Claire had set her wine glass behind her, and with her right hand, she reached over and took my dick in her hand, silently, squeezing it and milking it. I couldn't see her left hand, the one on Skip's side, as she'd also killed the underwater lights with the poolside switch while we were up. I hoped that she was mirroring the action over there, and I realized I wasn't jealous, just turned on. Could this result in a great 3-way? I kept hoping, having put understanding the whole thing aside some time ago.

"Hey, I'm about parboiled," Skip said.

"Me too," I answered. "Let's get back inside."

Claire let go and I took her hand, as did Skip on the other side. We pulled her up and the three of us climbed the stairs out of the tub. I looked over, and sure enough, Skip was at a 90 degree angle now, visibly larger, and probably massaged to that condition. I was the same, and felt pretty randy and happy about the whole thing.

Entering the living room, I took the towels we kept by the back door and pulled Claire to a halt. "We need to dry off, you know, so we don't drip, right?"

Tossing Skip a towel, I took one and we proceeded to dry Claire off, circling her as we went, drying shoulders, arms, legs, each of us flirting with drying her ass and tits, but not really. Once behind her, I pulled the strings on her bikini top, and as we circled and she grabbed the top to keep it up, Skip and I both pulled the bottom strings.

"Give it up, Claire - we should all be naked or we'll never get dry." I ventured.

She did, letting the suit fall, and her breasts with those great nipples stood out hard and firm, her trimmed bush testifying to her true blond nature. I was harder yet, and as I circled, my cock brushed against her hips, as I presumed Skip's was, and as I presumed, both of which she would be aware. I dried one breast, Skip the other, then we did her ass and pussy - bumping into her as we went, but happily so. Claire didn't seem to mind. This was so out of character for her that I was partly just plain amazed, and wholly turned on.

"OK, your turn," I said, and handed her another dry towel. "But you have to do two, so whoever's first is your choice."

"Guests first, right? But don't either of you two get the idea this is going any further. This is fun, but this is also it, ok?"

"Oh, right!" I agreed, disappointed, but willing to take whatever, and turned on as hell. I stood dripping, my dick testifying to my enjoyment. Now I would get to watch her at last with her former lover.

She took her time, drying his head first, she carefully rubbed, letting her breasts barely touch his chest, and looking straight into his eyes, as his cock poked her belly. It was obvious she was being poked by the thing; and her ignoring it, while all three of us knew it was happening, just made it somehow that much more erotic. Then she circled around and carefully dried his back, turning back to do his chest, then as his dick stood out, she knelt to do his left ankle then his leg up to just below his balls, then his right. His dick was twitching at her during this -- no more subtlety left. Standing again and turning him around, she pulled the towel up through his ass cheeks, and finally took his dick in her toweled hand, drying the balls under it, gently yet almost as clinically as a nurse might in a hospital, then pulling on his dick, much more than it takes to get dry or than a nurse would, to finish the job. The result, when the towel was removed, was impressive. He was fully hard, pointing well upwards, and twitching, the head of his dick dark pink, the next inch or so a lighter pink, while the rest was a darker tan. And he was definitely thicker than I am -- that made me a bit envious, but I wasn't angry, just envious.

"Damn, I thought you said he was shorter!"

"Do you think he's not?" she countered, feigning innocence and ignorance of the visible fact.

"Yeah, I think he's not."

"Oh, well, told you it's been a long time -- I think it's hard to tell. And it certainly is tellingly hard, isn't it? Maybe we'll need to check that out more closely, but first I need to dry you."

She repeated the process with me, with the same fully erect results.

"Now, let's check this out," she said, pulling us to face each other bout a foot away, so that our dicks almost touched. Kneeling, she took a dick in each bare hand and began to compare. "Let me see, I think maybe he's a little thicker, but I'm not sure." As she said this, she squeezed and stroked each of us. We were both in heaven.

"As for length, it's hard to tell. If I take you, it's about two fists worth," she said, demonstrating to my delight. Just the head of my dick stuck out, as she had one hand as far to the root as it would go, the other tightly around it in a fist as well.

"Then if I do that to him," she said, switching off, "It's about the same." I looked and there was a good inch plus the head sticking out. I knew it, but now we all knew it.

"I'd say the same plus an inch, which is almost a 20% increase, you know," I calculated. 

"OK, sort of, maybe, I guess. And he is thicker -- I can tell that." she admitted. "But, all in all, still the same population segment, I'd say. And you both look and feel nicely clean after all that soaking!"

"But of course, the real test is that last part of my earlier definition. Remember that part, darling?" she cooed, holding his dick with one hand while turning back to me, taking mine in hand and sucking the head into her mouth. I was startled, amazed that she had taken the lead and that she was clearly now hot about the whole thing, and realized I was about to come. Forget that going no further part -- she was getting into it now.

"Mmmm," she murmured, taking more of it into her mouth and soon bobbing her head up and down about half its length, pausing to twirl her tongue around the head. "Nice," she said, releasing it momentarily. "Just the way I like it - hard and clean and big! And today, there's that pleasant faint chlorine taste, too." Then she resumed her fellatio, feeling great to me. I was determined not to come, and was enjoying it immensely. Skip was watching, a little wide-eyed, hoping he was going to get the same treatment.

"Oh, did I forget our guest?" she said, finally, as she let my cock exit her mouth with a slurp, then she gave my cock a kiss and murmured, "Mmmm!"

She turned her shoulders toward Skip, smiled back up at me over her shoulder as if to say, 'now I'm going to blow him and it's all your doing - I hope you like it as much as you hoped - I certainly intend to.' She actually did say, "was there something you wanted to mention about livestock?"

"No, nothing that comes to mind," I replied, I'm sure to Skip's confusion, but confirming my being ok with her intentions. 

Slowly, and looking up at him as she proceeded, she first gently kissed, then sucked the head of his prick into her mouth. I wondered how much she'd be able to take.

"Mmmm," she murmured again, mimicking what she'd done to me, and repeated her actions, so that I knew she was twirling her tongue around his cock, too. Except that, true to form, Skip was quicker than I. After about a minute, he started moaning and thrusting his hips, and then he thrust forward and obviously came, jerking back and forth. Claire, the dear, held on until he was through and sucked until he was soft, still milking me in her hand almost absent-mindedly throughout. Finally, she let him drop free. Then she stood and kissed him, long and with lots of tongue. Then she turned and surprised me by kissing me too, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She had apparently kept some of his come in her mouth, and delivered it to me, like it or not. I was so turned on by her that I was turned on by the act, not because it was his, but because she chose to share it with me. 

Finally, she broke the kiss, I think we all swallowed, and she said, "OK, now I need to be fucked. Jim, you know that sucking cock always gets me hot. Do something about that, will you?"

I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her willingly along behind me toward the bedroom. "You too, Skip - you're not through, I hope!" I called back, and Skip followed, cock softened, still breathing heavily.

Pushing her back onto the bed, I pulled her legs apart and dived toward her pussy. As I expected, she was wet already, and I set about tonguing her toward an orgasm. I knew she was right that cocksucking was a sure fire lubricator for her. And I loved tasting her and opening her with my tongue. 

But this time, she was having none of that. "I said I need fucking, lover. This is great, but come on, now." If fucking was what she wanted, who was I to deny her? I crawled up a bit, bent over her to kiss her deeply, and my cock knew its home, needing no guidance to find and drive all the way in, reveling in her hot slickness. I knew she likes to be fucked hard at times and guessed this was one, so I just started ramming for all I was worth. It was the right thing, apparently, as she went straight into orgasm, then another, then another, before I slowed. Still impaled, I asked, "How was that for openers?"

"You've certainly got me opened! That was perfect, you know, just what I wanted. Can I get on top now?"

"As you wish, princess," I said, shifting so I was flat on my back. She mounted me and I was again up to my balls in her. Her cunt was drenching wet, and I reached up to grasp her breasts in my hands, pulling at the hard nipples, which she loves.

"No, no. You grab the hips. Skip, come here and reacquaint yourself with these breasts!"

Skip came over, knelt behind her, his knees outside my legs, and cupped her breasts, exploring.

"OK now, work my hips as you like," she sighed, eyes closed, relishing the attention.

I started pulling and pushing her hips so that my cock got maximum clitoral friction and would brush her G spot as well. I knew she'd come quickly from that, and I wanted her to come lots tonight, preferably more with me than with Skip, although I knew he was the strange and renewed one for her, so figured odds were on his side & that motivated me to overcome.. She came again as I drove in and out of her, and Skip was pulling her nipples forward so the view I got was great. After another orgasm, she slowed me down.

"Whoa - don't wear me out, cowboy. We've still got that hospitality thing to think about. Skip, are you ready to change places with Jim?"

"I'm not as quick recovering as I used to be, but with some motivation, I think I will be soon."

"Hmm... Is that just a ploy to get your cock into my mouth again? You always did like me to suck your cock, didn't you." A statement, not a question. Clearly, she remembered more of their time together than she'd shared with me -- in fact, she'd told me he really didn't caret to get, or to give, oral. More and more I was seeing new sides of her. He climbed off the bed, grinning, and presented his already hardening again dick to her. She turned her head to the side, nudged me to shift over, and gave me a nice close-up of her sucking him to hardness. It didn't take long.

"That looks good enough for me," she said, and she lay over on her back, holding out her arms to him. He knelt over her, positioned his cock at her, and pushed in easily. He looked about 80% hard to me, probably about my length, but fatter. I was glad it wasn't too difficult for him to get in - I was still adjusting to his larger size psychologically.

"Aaaahhhh," she gasped, and started fucking slowly but deliberately. He matched her movements, lying on top of her. I usually supported my weight with my elbows to keep the weight off her, but he was a lie down and pump away guy, I guess. She didn't seem to mind. I could see her breasts almost flattened into his chest, and she hooked her heels behind his buttocks, a move I knew well, while she fucked. Less frantically than with me, but effectively, she came. I was mesmerized by watching her come from this distance, and loved her even more for it. Unsatisfied, she kept at it, coming again in a moment, and in her orgasm, he stiffened and came again as well, blasting into her. Damn - she was right, he is a quick trigger - two for him, none for me yet, which was fine with me. After he caught his breath, he rolled off, his softening dick glistening with her wetness and his come.

"I'm not through yet - are you still there?" she looked to me. 

"Of course - you know I try not to disappoint," I answered, thankful that I was still hard and ready.

I got back into her missionary style as Skip looked on. She seemed loose and was very wet. I hoisted her ass up on my knees so I could get maximum penetration, held her hips in my hands, and fucked away, angled up to hit her G spot. It worked. She launched into staccato orgasms, whimpering at first, then laughing as they continued. Finally, she collapsed back, spent and exhausted. I was still hard and stayed in her, shifting back to the pure missionary, elbows and all.

"Give me a minute here, ok?" she pleaded. I acquiesced, very slowly fucking her, a comfort fuck more than anything, sort of like a sexual hug.

After a couple of minutes, she'd recovered. Smiling up at me, she reached up to kiss me gently, then more passionately, nibbling on my lip and tonguing my tongue.

"Mmm..." she murmured. Then, "Jim, can you get behind a shift in position?"

Knowing what she meant, I turned her onto her knees, got behind her and started fucking. We don't do anal, just not our thing, but I do love fucking her from behind, watching her ass, watching her hands which usually grip the sheets just before she comes. Skip sat beside her and reached under, kneading her breasts. I started to pick up the pace, and watched her start to grab the sheets, then she cried out, "Oh, that's so good! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!" As she came, so did I, ramming into her finally in my own desperate orgasm that left me collapsing onto her back, spent sexually and physically, shoving her forward, flat onto the bed. I was softening and slipped out while I was lying on top of her. As I rolled off, she kissed me, and while still smiling, looking into my eyes, asked, "Skip, do you have another one in you?"

"Actually, probably not for a while - sorry - days of 5 a night are long gone." he answered, regretfully.

"Well, in this king sized bed, there's plenty of room for 3, so why don't we all sleep here, and see what happens in the morning?"

That seemed a capital idea to all of us, and we managed to find fresh toothbrush for him. At my instigation, we all three entered our large walk-in shower stall and repeated in reverse our earlier stroking, this time with Skip and me soaping her all over after she'd done the same for us. Skip and I both stayed soft, despite her generous attention to our cocks and balls, which seemed just affectionate now, not hot. We returned the favor to her, as she didn't want to come, claiming being a bit sore and just worn out as well. 

Climbing under the crisp sheets, we naturally positioned Claire in the middle and I think we all three drifted off pretty soon, my last recollection being of her hand gently wrapped around my cock, knowing her other was around Skip's. 

I have no idea what time it was when I awoke, but my cock was hard and enveloped in Claire's mouth. What a nice way to wake up. Then I looked down in the dim light and saw that Skip was behind Claire, fucking her. She was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around me, her tongue doing its wonderful thing, the movement of her head the result of Skip's pumping her hips. 

Skip was talking softly, and breathlessly, "Damn, Claire, you're the best fuck ever! You still feel as tight as you did when we were dating, and your tits are even better! I just want to fuck you forever, and my cock feels great when it's all the way into you! You've got such a great ass, I love looking at you this way, fucking you from behind - oh, damn, here it comes again . . . "

With that, Claire shuddered and I knew the sound - she was coming too, and that, plus the surprise wakeup, pushed me over the edge as well. I blasted into her mouth, and she gulped and shuddered, continuing her orgasm longer than usual, gasping for breath and whimpering. She finally gave a last vacuum quality suck, let my cock slip out of her mouth, and pushed up to collapse on top of me, reaching to kiss me. Repeating the earlier episode, she gave me some of my own come to taste, then pulled Skip around and shared it with him as well. I think he was a bit grossed out by that part, but he didn't really resist and she was determined. As he got out of the bed, probably to brush his teeth again, she nestled into my arms again, kissed me more and then even more.

"I love you, you know, you pervert!" she whispered to me.

"Yeah," I replied, "And what a clear night on the range - not a bison in sight."



Guess Who Came To Visit?



Concentration is an act of will power, an act of mind over matter, an act of focusing on something to the exclusion of all else.

All the concentration in the world is not helping you, this fine spring morning, focus on the line after line, page after page, of COBOL code spread out on the desk.

The job seems insurmountable.

The problem seemed simple enough on the surface. Someone had lost a decimal point in the program, just a simple little dot, a period. Common sense would lead any simpleton to believe it should not be too hard to find.

The problem is simple, easy to detect, and potentially disastrous. It moves the decimal point one place to the right in all calculations that the program makes. So ten times ten reads one thousand and so on. A clear, concise problem, one that could increase a dormant savings account with $100.00 in it to $100,000,000, In just a few months of monthly interest calculations.

Clear and concise it may be, but easy to find it is not.

"Jesus", you muse to yourself, "This is not complicated. This is not Albert Einstein math. This is a simple glitch in a program. Any competent moron should be able to find it". Competent you are, there is no doubt about that. You are the highest priced independent software consultant in the area and are good enough to command $250.00 an hour for your services, and get it fairly regularly but the success has not been without a price in your personal life.

Frustrated, eyes sore from staring uncomprehendingly for hours on end at endless sheets of code, you raise your head once again to examine your temporary surroundings.

Cyber Solutions, your current temporary employer, occupies 5 floors of this Seattle high rise, and is expanding monthly, or rather will continue to expand, if you find this glitch. Seated in your glass enclosed office, in the center of the floor you have the facility to look in all directions through the Thermopane, sound deadening glass at dozens and dozens of small work cubicles each filled with computers, monitors, printers and dozens of little worker bees doing their assigned tasks.

"God, if I could only do my job like they are doing theirs maybe they could look forward to having a pay packet beyond the next one." The fact is if they were paying you $.25 per hour you would be over charging them.

Your temporary office is sound proof and the hustle and bustle of the main office should be visible but you should not be able to hear the whirling of the computers and the clicking of the printers. However, you can. The sound is penetrating the room as a result of the efforts of a maintenance man who is replacing the sound proof glass, sheet by sheet, with a thicker, tinted variation to add to the visual privacy of the exposed office. It would also appear that the glass is of the one way variety.

The installer, intent on his task, totally ignores you as he diligently works away at the job, sheet by sheet. Subconsciously, you would like to lash out at him, blaming him for your inability to concentrate, but deep down you know that would be unfair, yes, untrue. Just an ordinary man doing his job.

The problem with the lack of concentration has nothing to do with this task or the workman. Deep down you can admit this only to yourself. The problem is totally personal and one that cannot be discussed with anyone not even your best friend if you were lucky enough to have one, which you are not. Another byproduct of the career you have chosen another personal sacrifice to the hours you have to keep.

Your marriage, after years of decline due to your neglect, has ended in a nasty, vindictive divorce. Publicly, you blamed your husband, but, secretly, you know it is your fault. The lawyers have finally finished picking the bones and you, and your ex-partner are finally free of each other to build a new, separate life. However, it is not as easy as it once was.

Years of mental turmoil at home and the demands of an uncertain job market in the field of software consultancy have taken their toll. You smoke far too much, you are seriously overweight, bite your nails, and have a quick furtive manner about you much like a timid hunted animal caught in the mesmerizing lights of a car.

Physically and mentally you are not ready for the singles life. Deep down in your heart of hearts you know why you cannot concentrate. Like the computer problem the symptoms are abundantly clear, at least to you. As like the computer problem the solution is far more elusive, if not unattainable.

Your concentration is being spoiled by frustration, pure and simple, sexual frustration. You miss getting regularly fucked by that asshole to which you were married. Useless for everything else, he sure knew how to press your buttons.

Just the thought of some of the things, the private things you did to each other and the places you did them makes you start to moisten. Nothing can replace that big, warm, thick cock pounding up your channel, probing, prodding, inching its way up until you thought it was going to worm its way past your tonsils and out your mouth.

God, you miss that, but only that!

You mentally blush at such lewd thoughts.

You shake your head in an effort to return to reality and regain your concentration.

The fact remains that the fucking you were getting was not worth the fucking you were taking from that asshole.

So, here you are, at 49 so sexually frustrated that you cannot even concentrate on your job and no possibly solution on the horizon. Your hormones, if nothing else, tell you exactly what you need to regain your power of concentration.

To put it in simple, basic terms you need to get fucked. You need some moronic stud to lay nine inches of All-American muscle into you. You need to lay on your back with your knees splayed apart and your cunt totally exposed while some nameless, faceless walking dick drives it into you so hard, so fast and so deep you walk around for two days, bowlegged, with a silly crossed eyed grin on your face. You need him to dump a lot of his seed into you that is so massive that you need to wear Tampons for two days just to keep it from running down your legs. This, and only this, is going to return your powers of concentration. What you need is clear. How you're going to get it is another matter entirely.

Sexually frustrated, your low self-esteem prevents you from being aggressive on the singles scene.

The lousy bastard knew all the hurtful things to say. The constant cracks about your weight, your mammoth breasts all hit home. Every hateful word was like being pounded by a baseball bat but it didn't stop with the utterance. The hurt still lingers long after he has passed from the scene.

Your opinion of yourself has sunk so low that you are incapable of making a pass at a man or reacting to one, if by some miracle, some fool made one.

You would even be grateful for a mercy fuck at this stage of the game. Anything, even a rape, would be preferable to returning home again tonight to an empty apartment and your cyber sex pals on the net.

"God, what I wouldn't give for 6 inches of real meat between my legs rather than twelve inches of fantasy", you think.

Reluctantly, you drop your eyes back down and try, once again, to concentrate in finding that elusive mistake in the program which makes the half million dollars invested in writing it a total waste of money.

You will yourself to work, to concentrate.

It's mind over matter, brains over hormones, intellect over emotions.

You bear down on the task at hand as your pussy continues to itch and you constantly squirm in your seat.

Line by line you plod on with the code. Page by page with no guarantee that you will recognize it when you see it, or for that matter, you have not already unknowingly passed over it.

Approaching 10:00 A.M. and coffee break time you receive yet another visit from Richard Rogers, the head of the department responsible for the useless program.

Richard has visited six times a day since you started this assignment. You understand his concern, his anxiety about the program but the pressure is not helping. After all, they would not have brought you in unless they had been totally stumped.

Richard enters your temporary workspace with a superficial smile on his face, which unsuccessfully masks his inner concerns.

The $2000.00 per day fee is eating into his contingency fund very quickly.

"How's it going, Phyllis? Anything I can do to help?"

You smile wanly at him.

"Yes"

"Name it and you got it". He answers eagerly.

"Give me the brain of Albert Einstein and the concentration of an IBM mainframe", you quip.

"If I could give you those I wouldn't need you, would I?"

"Finding it difficult to concentrate? Anything I can do to help? Is Randy disturbing you?"

For the first time in an hour you glance at Randy quietly working on the window frames on the far side of the office and, involuntarily, do a double take.

The hair is cut differently and he has a salt and pepper moustache, but Richard and Randy look enough alike to be brothers, even twins.

You look again even more closely.

Yes, they are twins.

You look askingly at Richard.

He smiles at you.

"Yes, my younger brother, my younger "twin" brother. He was born five minutes after me and I never let him forget it."

Turning away from you, he catches Randy's eye, and, raising his hands, he begins to talk to Randy using sign language.

They talk for several minutes and, finally, Richard turns his attention back to you.

"It is unfortunate, but Randy was born deaf and dumb and has had to struggle all his life to overcome this handicap."

"It is amazing how much prejudice exists towards the handicapped people in this world."

"When I was promoted to this position I was able to get Randy hired in the maintenance department. He is very good with his hands, among other things. He never married so his needs are not as great as others."

You look at Richard in a new light. You see him as a considerate, caring family orientated man who realizes, if you fail to find the problem, he will lose his job and his brother, totally blameless, will also pay as well with no one to protect him.

It's almost as if you can read Richard's mind at this moment and he yours.

"Yes, Phyllis, you could say I have a lot riding on you right now."

He pulls out the visitor's chair in front of your desk and sits down looking directly at you.

"Is there anything, anything I can do to help with your concentration?"

You simply shake your head and, flushing deeply, caste your eyes back down on your desk.

"I see," he says.

Embarrassed, he looks down.

Quickly, he says, looking at you again,

"We all get lonesome and have our needs."

"It must be hard, being recently divorced, on your own, working the hours you do, to find suitable male acquaintances in a social situation."

As you start to protest that he has misread the situation, you hold back the lie and let him continue.

"I am married, but there are times that I resort to relieving the stress that I experience in the work place, not with my wife, but in my own private fantasy world. I find that by escaping into my mind, briefly, I can refresh myself and re-focus my concentration."

"For example, what if you fantasize that when you went home to-night and had supper and a nice warm shower or bubble bath, and then you got into your nightie and bathrobe and slippers?"

"Then you went into the living room at 7:00 P.M, sharp and unlocked the front door. You turn on the television and sit on the sofa with a sleeping mask over your eyes."

"You would have all your senses available to you except your sight."

"What might happen to you? Nothing, probably. But maybe, just maybe, a burglar might try the door or a rapist might try to enter. I always find that the fantasy, tinged with reality, is almost as good as the real thing."

"You never know, maybe even I might drop by and try the door. If I find it unlocked I will know that you are receptive to my advances and if it is not, well, no harm no foul."

Shocked, you say nothing.

Richard says nothing further.

He gets up and leaves with this parting comment:

"I have a lot riding on you. I will do anything to get you focused."

"You are the best there is."

"If you can't help our goose is cooked. We will all pay the price."

He looks at his brother one last time and gives him a friendly wave good-bye and is gone.

The suggestion is so bizarre that you almost dismiss it out of hand.

Then again, what did he suggest?

Did he simply offer the concept of fantasy as a way to relieve stress or, did he offer to stop by your house and throw a fuck into you to get you re-focused on the critical job at hand?

It goes without saying that Richard must be desperate to make, or even to suggest or allude to such an offer if that is, in fact, what it was.

It is obviously not something he has ever done. No one could possibly mistake him for a stud, not that he is the opposite. In his late 40's, salt and pepper hair, clean-shaven, he is the arch-typical, middle level bureaucrat. Quiet, refined, normally well mannered and respectful of all his employees, he is a role model for being politically correct. There has never. ever been even a whisper in the industry that he has even been anything but correct around female co-workers.

You, on the other hand, may not be Jane Fonda but you certainly any dog.

Stressed and overweight, you do the best you can with the assets you have available to you. You select your clothing carefully, your jewelry is tasteful and never overdone and your hair is always done in a modern, sassy way.

Your best feature are your deep-set chocolate eyes, sloe eyed you have read somewhere. Many a man has said they are like a flashing neon sign, which reads "ready, willing and wet, come fuck me."

Your cunt, while temporarily undergoing a dry spell, no pun intended, has seen more than its share of action and variety over the years and you have learned a few tricks that would even make a water front whore blush.

Certainly no man fortunate enough to get your ankles up around his ears could say to his drunken buddies, "she was a dog, boys, but I put a flag over her face and did my duty for God and country."

Finally, you file the conversation away in the recesses of your mind to return to and play with each time you need a break during the rest of the day. Maybe, just maybe, you will play mentally with yourself tonight. After all, while it may be a poor alternative to the real thing, it is all that you are likely to have available to you tonight.

As the day draws to a close and the clock move towards 5 P.M. You find yourself no closer to the problem than you were at 8:00 A.M. this morning or the previous two mornings for that matter.

The thought of playing a game of fantasy at home alone this evening has, for some strange inexplicable reason, enabled you to concentrate on your task to a far greater degree.

As you returned to the proposition off and on during the day you reached the decision that you would follow through on all of the suggestions Richard made with one exception, that you would not unlock your door.

It is one thing to be horny and is another to be totally foolish in today's age.

You have decided that in lieu of leaving the door unlocked you will put your vibrators and hand lotion on the bedside table in case your imagination becomes so vivid that physical instruments of self satisfaction are required.

Entering your apartment you have a momentary let down. Your effects are certainly not out of House and Gardens and while you make excellent money when you work there never seems to be enough for all the nice things that you crave.

The apartment is not dirty or even messy but does show the signs of being lived in by someone who spends far too much time confined by its bare walls.

Too lazy and tired to cook, you put a frozen dinner in the microwave and pour a double scotch in an effort to take the edge off your jangled nerves.

As you sip the scotch and watch the 6 o'clock news, you process the daily litany of horror and suffering in the world. The glass is soon empty and by the time the weather report comes on you are on your third double.

Mellow is the word to describe you right now, you chuckle to yourself.

"King Dong...no Kong", you correct yourself, "could come in here and slip it to me and I wouldn't object," you snicker to yourself.

The scotch has masked your normal inhibitions while doing nothing to soothe your sexual desires.

Rousing yourself form the lethargy that has set in and the self pity which, you know, will soon follow you stumble to the bathroom and, shedding your clothes, you enter the shower while you are still capable of turning it on.

The hot water, the fragrant soap and your roaming fingers do nothing to assuage your raging hormones. Your fingers dance over your clit and up your channel but it is so mechanical and promises to bring no real satisfaction.

You eye the enema bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door, but after briefly considering it in your foggy mind you discard the thought. After all, you think, " if I don't unlock the door there is no possibility of having my cornhole reamed, therefore, why bother cleaning out my shitter."

Finally, the water starts to cool from the showerhead. A sure sign that once again you have drained the tank.

Stumbling from the shower you don a pair of panties and a loose flowing kafkan which, while colorful, goes a long way to hiding you're plus size.

The urge to sit on the throne and wallow in self-pity is almost overwhelming. The sexual frustration, the problem with the computer code, your secret private opinion of yourself and your role in the universe all compete for your attention and compete unsuccessfully because your booze clouded mind is virtually incapable of rational thought.

You go into the bedroom and take your sleeping mask from the bedside drawer where it rests among all your private little toys. Too blitzed to even realize it, you stumble into the livingroom without closing the drawer.

Every human being during the course of their indeterminate life span, makes a number of decisions which seem meaningless, mundane even, thoughtless at the time, but which in retrospect can be attributed with causing you to travel down an entirely different road with your life. Minor, inconsequential decisions, which have, major repercussions.

You make one of those momentous decisions now the import of which will only become clear in the years to come.

A stupid, inconsequential decision. Stupid and dangerous. One you would never make if you were in full command of your facilities. One you would never make if you're thinking process was not clouded by liquor and every nerve ending in your body screaming for a thick, hard cock.

Without conscious thought, without reason, without clearly thinking of the ramifications, you unsnap the dead bolt on the front door and sit on the couch, having tuned the television to TNN, and put on your sleeping mask.

In the years to come, with all the joys and sorrows this decision brings to you, you never cease to marvel at what a truly senseless act this truly was. Who, in their wildest fantasy, could ever predict the long-range consequences.

The answer is simply no one.

As many times as you reflect on it over the years to come you can never, ever remember actually, physically turning the deadbolt. You did, you know you did, because there was no one else there to do it and the consequences have been real but, as drunk and horny as you were you can never remember doing it.

Strange, oh so strange, that whole lives could revolve on such a simple inconsequential act, potentially dangerous but inconsequential in itself.




Guess Who Came To Visit?



Sipping your sixth or maybe your seventh or eighth double scotch your head drops and your eye lids droop to the soft crooning sounds of George Strait.

"Click."

Your eyes partially open and your head comes up.

Was that the sound of the doorknob turning or just your drunken imagination?

Groggily, you wonder, "what time is it? How long have I been asleep or passed out?"

The television provides no clue as Jo-Dee Messina belts away.

Just as you hand reaches for the sleeping mask you hear the squeak of unoiled hinges.

Terror streaks through your body.

Your heart races but you cannot move a muscle.

You are totally immobilized by your terror.

"Please, God, " you fervently pray for the first time since you were a small child, "let this just be a product of my drunken imagination. I promise if..."

Snap.

"Oh, God, oh, oh, my GOD," you silently scream to yourself.

You are totally frozen in place.

As you life flashes before your eyes you can only think, "if I could only live I would make my life count, I would..."

As two hands touch your neck from behind in a gentle unthreatening manner a mechanical, hoarse voice whispers to you,

"Easy, Phyllis, you are safe."

You collapse.

The tears start to flow down your cheeks and you pee yourself.

The acrid smell of ammonia wafts through the room.

The intruder kneels on the floor behind you and slowly starts licking and kissing your neck. The palms of his hands slide over your collarbone and down inside your kafkan. They cup your pendulous breasts and your turgid nipples slip between his fingers. Ever so gently he begins to manipulate them, pulling and stretching, exciting them.

Isolated from all visual sense, your mind clouded with alcohol and sleep you wonder,

"Is this a fantasy?"

"Oh, my, God...the power of the human mind."

As your taunt nerve endings take over command of your body from your mind you dismiss the question as not relevant.

Your cunt starts to moisten and your juices start to leak out dampening your panties and the front of the kafkan.

Almost involuntarily, your hand sneaks to your face to remove the mask but another hand detaches itself from your tit to intercept and prevent it from completing the act.

The intention of the intruder is clear.

The mask stays.

Suddenly, all contact is broken.

There are sounds of movement. Your head swivels, your ears pricking for any sound of danger.

You sense, rather than hear or see, the intruder standing in front of you.

Tentatively, you reach out and a hand touches yours, the fingers intertwining with your urging you to stand.

As you struggle to rise your head swims. Deprived of your sense of equilibrium provided by your eyes and your other senses dulled by the scotch, you stagger and start to collapse. The intruder firmly grasps and steadies you as he leads you to the bedroom.

You resist the almost overwhelming urge to remove the mask intuitively knowing that it will destroy the mood, the ambiance, of the moment. The fantasy, real or imagined, might disappear like an errant wisp of smoke. Befuddled as you are, you know that what your senses, your nerve endings, are screaming for a big, thick, All-American chunk of gristle, muscle and blood to be driven unmercifully up that insatiable, gaping, dripping hole between your legs.

Almost any cock will do the bigger, the rougher, the better.

The cock doesn't require a face, a body and person attached to it.

Love, affection, friendships have nothing to do with your current needs.

You simply need to get fucked, hard, fast, and even brutal.

No soft words of endearment are required. No promises, no professions of love, just hard gristle, properly pounded into you.

Your needs are simple and basic.

As you enter the bedroom, he turns you around and urges you to sit and then lay on the bed on your back with your legs from the knees down hanging over the edge, you feet flat on the floor.

His hands snake up your body and unbutton your lounging outfit from throat to crotch.

Silently, he stands.

In an instant he has reached down and seized the light material by the collar and totally ripped it from your body.

Even though you can see nothing there is no doubt what has taken place. A hundred-dollar outfit totally ruined, but somehow you don't care.

The sum total of the effect is not frightening, not threatening, it is totally unbelievably erotic.

It is as if he has said to you,

"Get ready woman, I am about to ram it to you."

"I'm going to drive my cock into you so hard, so deep, your going to think you have been impaled on a fence post."

He does no such thing.

Instead you sense he kneels on the floor in front of you.

His hands take your knees and he spreads your legs. His fingers slip into the waistband of your panties and you life your hips to help him snake them down your legs.

He slides both of his arms under your thighs and the palms of his hands caress their way up the back of your legs and under the cheeks of your ass to cradle and massage them.

He pulls you ever so slowly but insistently to him and buries his face in the hair on your cunt.

"Oh, Jesus, ...oh, fucking, Jesus."

"Oh, my God..." you hiss raggedly through your twisted lips.

Your fingers splay out and you clutch the bed sheets as your muscular tension increases.

His tongue begins to lick around your gaping, weeping hole.

Your juices, running like a veritable river slide down the crack of your ass and begin to puddle on the sheet.

Beneath the mask your eyes flash wide open as you feel what he has just done.

Wetting his middle finger in your lubricating juices he has wormed it into your ass, first to the knuckle, and now, as your sphincter muscle relaxes, all the way in.

"Oh, Christ..." you moan in an anguished tone, as you think to yourself, "why, oh why, didn't I do the enema to clean out my shithole. If I had only believed that this was going to happen!"

This momentary recrimination is lost in the raw sexual arousal of the scene.

His finger pokes and prods, insistently wiggling all the time trying to find a new crevice to explore, a new channel to invade, that it has not previously delved into. Deeper and deeper it worms.

You raise your legs and place the soles of your feet flat on the bed to give him greater access.

Idly, you think if you spread your legs any wider you will dislocate your hips.

His tongue starts to probe your channel, flicking in and out, touching, teasing, and then moving on, never staying in one place for more than a second or two.

You begin to shake ever so subtly on the bed, your fists clenching and unclenching, a sure sign an orgasm is starting to build.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," you beg the intruder, if indeed there is someone in the room other than your imagination goaded on by your overactive hormones and the scotch.

Suddenly he stops just as you begin to spasm.

The moment is lost.

Are you waking from your drug-induced wet dream?

As you start to rise unseen hands grab you violently by the hips and roll you over on your stomach, a pillow is forced under your hips, and a pair of knees is unceremoniously placed on the bed inside yours.

Your legs are forced apart and he lays upon you in a frog like position for copulating.

You feel a massive log worm its way between the fleshy cheeks of your ass.

His arms and his hands extend above your head and his fingers intertwine with your clutching in a death grip.

With an audible pop he slips through the outer lips of your pussy.

"Oh, Jesus, stop, please stop."

You realize, for the first time, how truly massive he is. It feels like the head of a baseball bat has been slipped into your entrance.

"No, no...NO... I can't take that. You're too big. You'll tear me apart."

"No, stop."

"Oh, please, stop."

You whimper and start to cry.

He ignores your crying and begging.

He forces your legs even further apart.

Hunching up on his knees for greater purchase he starts to work his cock up your channel.

At first your muscles tense, but as he slowly, insistently, poke and prods, they relax, distending, allowing his obscene sized cock to inch its way up your cunt.

You realize that you can survive this and relax, beginning to enjoy the feeling of being well and truly fucked, not loved, not cared for, just well and truly fucked.

You start to flex your muscles grabbing his weapon, squeezing, pulling, and encouraging it to go deeper and deeper.

Your fingers flex grasping his.

Your muscles begin to tense as you feel your orgasm beginning to build once again.

Inch by inch he works his way up...six inches...eight inches...ten inches until the spongy head has slipped past your cervix and is prodding at the entrance to your womb.

You moan and begin to whisper almost incoherently.

"Harder."

"Deeper."

Your muscles flex, grab and milk his cock.

He starts a slow rhythmic seesaw in and out of you.

The slurping sounds of his cudgel entering and exiting your sloppy wet hole seem to bounce off the walls of the bedroom like rolling thunder.

The sounds contribute to the overall erotic effect.

He increases the pace.

As your orgasm builds and starts to race through your body he senses it as would any good lover.

He releases your hands and sinking each one into the rolls of fat on each side of your hips, grabs you and pulls you up so you are resting on your widely spread knees and face.

You are obscenely exposed. Totally defenseless and he is still deeply embedded in you.

He draws back and drills you.

"Oh, Christ," you scream.

"You're killing me, you're tearing me apart."

Your mind, your rational processes are screaming, "STOP."

Your hormones, your pussy are yelling, "FUCK ME."

"...fuck me deep, hard..."

"drive that cock into me..."

You lose control.

"Nail me, oh please, nail me."

You hear him reach into the open drawer of the bedside table.

"Buzzzzzzzzzzzz..."

The sound alone tells you what he has.

Your long stemmed anal dildoe with the batteries has been turned on.

Forcefully, even violently, he drives it up your ass without any lubrication, without relaxing the muscles, without any warning.

The sensation is almost indescribable.

For the first time in your life you understand what it is like to get truly stuffed with cock. It is too bad the Christmas turkey could never appreciate the sensation.

He manipulates the probe in your ass, the vibrations quickly bring you to the edge once again.

He plays with the probe and turns it so it is massaging the tip of his cock through the thin membrane of your bowel somewhere in the vicinity of you belly button.

You lose control screaming, as one warm wave after another of your orgasm sweeps over you.

As you lose consciousness and start to collapse on the bed you feel him pulsing, depositing his load of pent-up semen deep in you.

You come too as the rays of the early morning sun beam through the window and warm the cheeks of your face.

Pain, excruciating pain, flows through your body as you emerge from your drug induced sleep. Piercing bolts of pain flash through your head as you gingerly reach up and remove your sleeping mask.

You move your head to avoid the direct rays of the sun shining in your eyes and survey your bed.

You are lying atop the bare mattress with the sheets and blankets in a twisted mass on the floor. Naked, you lower belly and thighs are covered in a dried substance that you can only conclude are your dried juices, the product of the most satisfying sex you have even had in your life or, for that matter, ever dreamed of having.

Was it real or was it a fantasy?

Did Robert really come to visit an throw a self serving mercy fuck into you to get you focused on the task at hand or was it all a product of your imagination induced by the idea planted earlier in the day and fueled by the alcohol and the sensory deprivation provided by the mask?

Regardless, you are mentally rested. It has had the desired effect. Your nerves are no longer singing and you are mentally at peace. Your hormones, so rampant yesterday, are slumbering know. Focused for the first time in days you mentally prepare for the challenge of the task at hand convinced that you would be able to concentrate.

Lethargically, you rise from the bed and pick up the stained anal probe from the mattress. You winch from discomfort from your asshole and pussy as you put your weight on your ass for the first time sitting on the side of the bed.

With trepidation, you push and probe with your fingers, but find no evidence of bleeding. However, there is a need, a pressing need, to wash your hands.

A long, hot shower goes part of the way to physically reviving you but does nothing for your raging hangover consisting of a blinding headache and bloodshot eyes.

As you look in the mirror, bleary eyed, you cannot help but think,

"I look like the wreck of the Hesperus. My eyes are like two pissholes in a snow bank."

"Well, dark glasses are the order of the day. I can tell them at the office that the lights are hurting my eyes."

As you reach for the front door knob to exit your apartment you stop dead in your tracks. It's as if you have been it right between the eyes with a sledgehammer. The thumb latch, which engages the dead bolt from inside, is in place. The door is locked. The only way to lock it from the outside is with the key, which is still on your ring.

Your erotic adventure was a figment of your imagination. It is that simple. Yet it was so real, so satisfying. How could anything that good be only a dream?

As you insert you key to lock the door behind you your spirits sag. Somewhere deep in you heart you were hoping that it was something more than an erotic wet dream induced by too much scotch.

The forty-minute drive to your temporary office is interrupted only by a stop at the Dunkin Donut Drive Through for one extra large black coffee.

Ensconced in your office, alone except for Randy who is quietly working on replacing yet another window you put your purse away and consider your options.

You are focused and ready for work for the first time in days.

The question is simple. Do you start again from page one and not bill for the last three days or do you continue on hoping you didn't miss the mistake.

Self-interest wins out.

You cannot afford to give up three days pay so you will continue on. If you have to do it over again, you will give them a substantial discount.

Head down, ruler in place, you start at page 156, line by line, symbol by symbol, only occasionally raising your head to take a sip of black coffee.

You hear nothing, lost in your own little world of computer language not even the quiet noises of Randy as he works away in his own little world, deprived of all sounds around him.

You lose track of time.

Suddenly, you silt bolt upright in your chair.

"No, it couldn't be that simple you say to yourself," but, intuitively, you know it is that simple.

The company programmers have been working from this tattered printed copy of the program trying to find the problem. 312 pages, 38 lines of Cobol per page.

There it is on page 176 line 37.

A malformed decimal point. It looks like a blemish on the paper and as such would have been dismissed by someone not looking carefully but it is really a decimal point not properly formed due to the improper flow of ink through the printer.

You whirl around in your chair and bring the program up on the screen of your terminal.

It is anticlimactic because you know that you have it.

Scrolling...scrolling....

"Bingo, got you, you little fucker," you silently scream to yourself.

You swivel the chair back around and lean back smiling at Randy who returns your smile warmly as he silently works away.

"God," you wonder, "he is handsome. He doesn't appear as rough as some tradespeople, and he has such a nice smile. How do you let a deaf and dumb person know you might be interested?"

As your mind starts to think nasty erotic thoughts once again, freed of the mental challenge of the last three days, Robert comes bouncing through the door.

He doesn't even give you a perfunctory morning greeting.

"Jesus, Phyllis, that was a pretty miserable trick to pull. If you weren't interested all you had to do was not unlock your front door."

"What did I do?"

"Don't play innocent and stupid."

"You called my house and told my wife that if she valued her marriage she would make sure that I didn't leave the house last night."

"Thank God I hadn't yet told her that I had to return to the office to work on the problem. As it was it took me all evening to convince her that it was a crank call. It certainly helped that, who ever the son of a bitch was, they had a strange mechanical, hoarse voice. Like it was coming from a machine. She was suspicious from that, too."

The look on your face says it far better than any words could.

"You didn't call her?!!!"

"No, it wasn't me."

"Then who did?"

"I don't know."

"...But no one else knew of our arrangement. I didn't tell and I suspect you didn't tell anyone."

"Did you leave your door unlocked?"

"Yes, I think so."

"What do you mean, I think so?"

"Well, I had a couple of drinks, or more like a few drinks and I am not sure whether I left it open or not."

"Well, did anyone come?"

"I don't know."

"What!!!!!!!" "You don't know?"

"I had some drinks, I put on the face mask..."

"And?"

"I sat on the couch and I had he most sexually satisfying experience of my life."

"So, someone came in?"

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean, your not sure?"

"I don't know if it was real or the figment of my imagination, but it was the most incredible experience of my life."

"Are you telling me the truth? You really didn't come to visit me last night?"

"Honest to God, someone really did call my wife."

You are both totally perplexed. There is no logical explanation.

You muse for a few minutes.

It could be dismissed as a highly successful fantasy produced by a powerful suggestion, involving sensory deprivation and alcohol if it were not for the telephone call.

The again maybe, just maybe, he is lying.

There is no way of finding out from his wife.

You can't ask, "Oh, by the way, did your husband come over to my place last night to lay a hosing to me?"

Maybe he is just too embarrassed to admit it? Or, maybe It was just the product of my imagination, but it was so real.

After all, the deadbolt was in place when I left for work this morning.

Finally, you return to your conversation.

"Well, we may never know the truth. The good news is my relaxing evening was successful and I found the problem."

The smile on his face and the words of appreciation which flow from him are genuine but not nearly as rewarding as his promise to spread the word among his colleagues which will guarantee you all the work you can handle.

Finally he rises to leave after telling you to take the rest of the day off and billing it to him.

He turns to the door and starts a brief sign language conversation with his brother that becomes rather animated.

He concludes his conversation and sits back down with a sly smirk on his face.

"My brother says to tell you that he is pleased you found the problem. He understands the significance of what you have done for all of us."

"He hopes you had a relaxing and enjoyable evening last night."

"He would like to know if you would have dinner with him this evening?"

"He promises to do his best to entertain you and hold up his end of the conversation, He is able to converse with a mechanical sound box which attaches to the side of his throat at his larynx."

"He says it would give him an opportunity to return your spare key which he found in the bottom of your purse."




Guess Who Came To Visit?



"I guess it is obvious that one of my brothers extra special talents is his phenomenal ability to read lips."

That not his only special talent you think salaciously, as you nod your acceptance.



Guess Who - Daughter's Sleep Over



On his way to bed, he stopped by his daughter's room to say goodnight to her and her friends.

"Okay sweaty, I'm going to bed now. You girls try and keep it down."

Victoria jumped up and said, "Wait, Mr. Griff. Do you want to play a game with us?" 

Without giving him a chance to answer, Elie, walked over, gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, said, "have fun Daddy", and walked out of the bedroom. 

Victoria started up again and explained, "The four of us have been talking and we really want to play a game with you. Your daughter is fine with it and she said she will just watch T.V. out in the living room until we are done with the game. Will you come play with us?"

Not entirely certain where this was going, he agreed and asked what the game was.

Victoria started going over the rules:

"The game is called, 'guess who'. Each round, the four of us girls will draw a card out of this deck of cards. The one with the lowest card will sit out that round. The other three will be up. For each round, you will touch something like your nose or our elbow or we will touch or do something on you. Whomever picks the high card will pick what the action is and the other two girls will do the same. You have to guest what you are touching and who you are touching or who is doing it to you. If you get it wrong three times in a row, then you have to do a dare. If you get it right even once, then you can ask us to do a dare. And of course for this game, you will need to wear a blindfold."

He hesitantly agreed to the rules, put on the blindfold, and sat down on the chair.

The girls started off easy. They grabbed the deck of cards and started picking. Lily got a "10"; Victoria got a "3"; Amy got a "9"; and Jenny got an "8". Lily got the highest, so she started.

Victoria asked, "Mr. Griff. Are you ready?" At his confirmation, Lily went over, took his finger and placed it on her ear. Then Amy and Jenny did the same. 

Lily then asked him to guess who and what he was touching.

He quickly guest that he was touching an ear, but he had no idea who he was touching. He started guessing at random and said, "Lily, Victoria, and Amy". The girls all started laughing and said, "Nope!"

They started the next round and this time Amy went first. She grabbed his finger and touched it to her collar bone. Jenny and Victoria went next. 

This time he had no idea what he was touching or who he was doing it to. He guessed that it was their wrist and that it was Victoria, Amy, and Lily. They all laughed again. Amy told him it was their collar bone.

Lily snuck out of the room for a moment and the other girls went on to the next round. 

For the next round, first Victoria, then the other two, went and kissed him on the cheek. 

This time Mr. Griff, laughing, guessed Lily, Jenny and Amy.

Getting it wrong again, they told him he needed to do a dare. He agreed and asked what the dare was. They all started giggling and Jenny said, we dear you to strip down to your underwear. 

Shocked at this, he quickly refused. They started in at him. "But you promised you would do the dare. You lied! If you guessed right we would have done your dare. I don't want to play with him if he's not going to keep is part."

"Okay! Okay. I'll do it, but that's it."

They all started cheering and he started taking off this shirt and jeans. 

At this time, Lily came back into the room and Elie quietly snuck in afterwards. 

For the next round, Amy went first again. This time, she pulled up her shirt and placed his finger on her belly button. The girls all started giggling. Lily and Jenny both went next.

He correctly guessed that it was their belly buttons, but again, couldn't guest who they were.

On the next round, Jenny drew the high card and she wanted to move up the fun. She took his whole hand and stuck it on her inner thigh. She had on pretty short pajama pants. She stuck his hands directly on her skin and slid it up most of the length of her leg stopping millimeters from her crouch. 

Mr. Griff realizing what had just happened began to protest. "We can't be doing this. You girls are my daughter's best friends." 

With his hand still on her thigh, Jenny replied, "It's fine. She knows what we are playing and she doesn't mind. Do you want to keep playing?"

Jenny looked at Elie and smiled, because she was up next.

Elie slowly walked up to him. Taking her dad's hand, she placed it on her smooth inner thigh. Slowly, she guided it up her towards her pussy and stopped just before. As she did this a small shutter shot through her body. She started to blush and tried to hide it. She jumped up and gave Victoria her turn. 

Mr. Griff guessed that he had just touched their inner thigh and because Jenny had given herself away, he was able to guess her as well. Not knowing his daughter had joined the game, he had thought that maybe it was as Amy. He did also guess Victoria correctly but just by luck. 

The next round, Lily went first. She grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her breasts over her bra and pajamas. Of all of the girls, her breast were the smallest being just barely a B-cup, but with the padded bra, it added a little to the appearance. 

As she did this, a huge grin shoot across Mr. Griff's face. After about 10 seconds, Amy demanded it was time for the next girl. 

Jenny walked up and did the same. Jenny's breasts were only a little larger then Lily's, but she had on a much thinner bra.

Last up was Amy. Amy has noticeably large breasts, especially seeing how she is Korean. When she placed his hands on her, Mr. Griff jumped a little when he realized she did not have a bra on. When she saw his reaction, she became very aroused. 

It was time for him to guess. He guessed that he was touching their breasts. He also knew that Lily and Jenny had the smallest breasts of the four girls and he assumed that the last one was Amy.

Having guessed correctly, the girls told him he needed to give them a dare. He thought about it for a minute and told them to kiss each other.

The girls started to boo him. "Come on Mr. Griff. That's so boring. Give us a better one."

"I can't think of a better one."

"Come on. You have a bunch of young, beautiful girls here that are willing to do ANYTHING, and the best you can come up with is kiss each other?"

"Anything!?!"

The girls start to giggle again.

"ANYTHING!"

"I dare you girls to strip off all of your clothes for the rest of the game."

"Okay. But remember. You have to keep your blindfold on."

All of the girls start to strip off all of their clothes.

For the next round. Elie was first up. She shyly walked over and kissed her dad on the lips. She had kissed him on the cheeks a million times and never thought anything of it, but this was different. Actually, she had never kissed anyone on the mouth before.

Victoria rolls her eyes at Elie as she walks over to Mr. Griff. She began kissing him passionately. She then slowly moves down to his neck. Then down his chest. 

Amy is next in line and she does the same only she lingers on his neck for much longer.

Mr. Griff was not able to guess the girls and they move to the next round.

This one was led by Jenny. She took his hand and cupped it firmly on her naked right butt cheek. Victoria then did the same.

Then Lily was next. As she placed Mr. Griff's hand on her butt cheek, he took some liberties and pushed his pinky up. She was not expecting it and he managed to push it up her ass quite a bit. He actually managed to pick her up off the ground a little bit. She gave a small yelp as he did so but made no effort to stop the action nor did she call him on it. 

Mr. Griff again got all three of the girls wrong. 

On the next round, Lily started. She walks up to him, takes his head and brings his mouth to her now fully erect nipples. He starts to suck on it. After about a minute, Victoria walked up and moved him onto her breast. Victoria and Elie both have very nice C-cup breasts. As he frantically moves from one breast to the other, he starts to move his hands up to assist in the groping. Victoria quickly slaps his hands away and ends her turn. 

Elie has the last turn. She looks to her friends as if to ask if she has to go through with it and they all give her a unanimous look indicating she does. As she starts to touch the back of his head, he jolts his head down and right into the bosom of his beautiful young daughter. He starts sucking on her perky nipples in a way that was much more vigorous then he did with the other two. He even started to use his teeth to bite down a little as he pulled at his daughter's teat. As he did this, another shock of ecstasy shot through her body. 

After a minute of this, a little jealous she didn't get to go that round, Amy stepped in and said it was time for him to make his guess. He was luckily able to guess Lily was the first one, and knew that Victoria was one of the other two, but wasn't able to guess the last girl.

Amy happily reminded him that he had lost another three in a row and that it was time for another dare. Immediately, Lily, Amy, Jenny and Victoria all shouted in unison, "Take off the boxers!" This time without any protest he stood up and dropped the boxers. His already erect rod sticking out for all the girls to see. 

In shock they all just looked at him for a moment. Victoria and Amy were the only ones that had ever seen a cock before, but those were not nearly this big.

As she sat there ogling this massive dick, for a brief second, Elie had forgotten that this was attached to her father. 

He stood there for a moment as the room was in silence before laying down on the bed.

The next round had begun. Victoria had gone first. She went over grabbed the shaft. Without waiting for their turns Jenny and Lily came over and joined in fondling both the shaft and the balls.

After about a minute, Lily remembered what Mr. Griff had done to her and she thought that this was a good time to take her revenge. With an evil grin on her face, she licked her pinky and quickly forced it up his hole. She managed to get it in up to the second knuckle before Mr. Griff had a chance to react. He shoot up and quickly ended that round. He got the message.

Amy started the next round. She laid down on the bed. Took Mr. Griff by the head and forced him between her legs. Instinctively, he knew what to do. He started licking her pussy and she quickly started to cum.

Next it was Jenny's turn. She laid down next to Amy and he started in on her. It took her a little longer but eventually she came as well. 

Last up was Elie. Realizing she wasn't going to get out of it, she took her position between the other two. She watched as her daddy's head moved down. As soon as his tongue touched her, those same shots of ecstasy flowed through her. Each time Mr. Griff pushed his tongue deep inside of his daughter's pussy, she would convulse and push him down deeper. After five minutes of this, her body finally gave out. 

After he was able to catch his breath, the next round began. 

Amy started this round as well. As a small thank-you, she went over and started sucking on this now throbbing cock. She didn't want the fun to end just yet, so she stopped herself from being too grateful.

Jenny then also was able to show her gratitude and lastly, Victoria took her turn.

Realizing the game would be over soon, Victory announced, "For the final challenge, instead of us taking turns, you will take turns with us. Again, there will be three players. You must fuck all three of us and you cannot cum until you have been inside of all three. Whichever you felt was the best fuck is the one you can cum inside of. Any questions?"

"Do you girls have a condom?"

"Nope."

"Are you girls at least on birth control?"

"Half of us are, the other half are not."

"And you want me to cum inside your pussy?"

"Pussy or ass. That is up to you."

"Okay. I think I got it."

The girls all draw their cards. Victoria got the "K"; Amy got the "2"; Jenny got the "5"; Lily got the "7"; and Elie got the "Q". 

Victory got down on her hands and knees with her ass up facing Mr. Griff. Lily got down in position as well. Elie then took her place between her two friends.

As Mr. Griff moved towards the girls, he started off by feeling each of the girls. He felt their thighs. He fondled each of their pussies and their ass holes. He then took his position behind Victoria. He slowly pushed his cock into her. He moved in and out several times. Knowing he still had two more girls to go, he took it slow. 

He then moved to Lily. While grabbing her ass, he realized that was the same one that he had taken liberties with earlier and was probably the one that got him back. He decided it was time to finish what he had stared. His dick being well lubricated from his first fuck he placed the head of his cock on the brim of her ass hole. Realizing what was about to happen her eyes opened wide. She tried to flex her anus to stop him from pushing in, but it wasn't enough. He pushed himself into her as deep as he could. It was a good thing that she was so tight because it stopped him from unloading right then and there.

Then was the last girl. He moved his way the middle. He felt her pussy and made sure it was ready to go. As he started to slide in. He could feel the warmth of his daughter's pussy closing in around him. It was the best feeling he had every felt. His daughter felt the same way. She never wanted her father the exit her. He reached down and started fingering the other two girls but he know this was where he was going to end the game. He move in and out of his daughter several more times before blasting his load in her pussy. 

When he was done. They all just collapsed onto the bed. Elie quickly got up, grabbed her clothes, and snuck out of the room. The other girls got dressed and Mr. Griff was finally allowed to remove his blindfold.

"So which one of you girls did I cum in?"

The girls all started laughing. 

"You will never know." Victoria said.

*****

This is a fictional story. All characters within the story should be considered to be 18 years old or older and are consenting adults.



Guess Who Game



Barbara and I live in the Midwest and have been married for over 27 years. Our sexual urges lately have been less than news worthy. If we do it more than once a month, I'm amazed. She is still quite attractive, with a striking figure for a woman of 50: ash blonde, 5 ft.5, and well endowed with a beautiful set of 34D's. Over the years though she seems to have lost most of her desire for the crazy sex we used to have. At least I thought so, until Sandy's last visit.

Sandy is Barb's younger sister by 6 years. She lives on the west coast with her husband and two kids. In her younger years, Sandy had a reputation of being quite a party girl. Back then, she was often 'the party'. Not to say she would jump in the sack with every asshole, but she did sow her share of wild oats. Sandy is tall, probably 5'10" in her stocking feet. She has an attractive shape with long legs that gone on forever. Not much up front, maybe 34B. Her olive complexion and sexy face sets her off from Barb. 

With the difference in height and looks, you'd never guess they were sisters, until you heard them both cackle. They share an unmistakable laugh. Sandy is married to a total domineering asshole that demeans and controls her life. Just another case of abuse where the wife and kids are sublimated and seemingly trapped, at least until the kids leave the roost. Until then, when Sandy and the kids come for a visit, its time to party. Her last visit was no different in that respect. The 'warden' pardoned her, and it was her turn to find the old fun-loving Sandy again. What made the last visit different is what this story is about.

I usually don't have much to do with Barb's relatives, except when Sandy shows up. I think she feels such a sense of release being away from her asshole husband, that she often lets it all hang out when she is at our place. On this particular visit she had left the kids at home, so she was even friskier than normal. After catching up on the day-to-day BS from out west, Sandy was ready for drinks. I knew this was inevitable and kept a fresh stock of beer and liquor on hand when she was in town. Barb also seems to toss more down when Sandy's in town. This always makes for more outrageous fun. After 5 or 6 beers the girls are getting pretty lit.

I put on some music and the three of us started dancing up a storm. A series of fast songs just about wore us out. The next couple of songs were the slow, romantic type. I grabbed up Barb and started swaying with the mood. It wasn't long before Sandy came up from behind me. 

"Oooh, Barb, let's make a Donny sandwich!" 

This is all in fun, of course. Sandy pressed against my back with her front harder and harder. Barb's hands were around my neck in front and Sandy's hands were on my hips in back. I could feel Sandy's tits pressing hard on my back and Barb had become amorous too. She's rubbed her 34D's against my chest and kneed me between my legs. The song ended and we sat down together on the couch with me in the middle. We sat and drank a while and Sandy mentioned something about a game called 'Guess What'. Knowing Sandy, I assumed this would be a drinking game. I was not disappointed.

The rules were fairly basic. One of us is blindfolded and the other two feed you different foods or make you feel different textures. The blindfolded person has to guess what it is. If you guess wrong three times, you have to take a shot of tequila. If you guess right three times, your turn is over. We all agreed to play and Sandy decided to be blindfolded first. Barb and I went into the kitchen and raided the frig and pantry for some weird foods. Each of us took turns letting blindfolded Sandy taste things like fruit, grain sugar, and butter. She was either really good at this game, or she wasn't near drunk enough. She got all three things right the first time. Next up is Barb. Sandy blindfolded her and then quickly pulled me into the kitchen. 

"Listen Donny, you must use more imagination. It doesn't all have to be about food," she said.

I nodded my head, but wasn't quite sure what she meant. When we got back to Barb, Sandy motioned to me to take off my shirt. She had Barb lick my shoulder. Barb couldn't guess what it was. 

"Now I see what you mean, Sandy!" I said, like a bolt from the blue. 

"You ain't seen anything yet." Sandy said, with a wink.

We had Barb in the hot seat for about 20 minutes. Needless to say, she's got fairly wasted on the tequila. This is a good thing. Barb is more reserved than Sandy -a lot more, actually. This loosened her up enough for more fun. Finally, Barb figured out her third puzzle and, it was my turn. 

Barb put the blindfold around my head, but in her tipsy state, didn't do the best job of it. If I tried hard, I could barely see who was who. The first puzzle: Sandy held out both her palm and Barb's. I had to lick each and say which palm was which. Well, I got it wrong. Just to see what this type of play this could lead to. 

"Oh Donny, you're so wrong! Let's try something else," said Sandy. 

Barb was giggling by now, so I knew they were up to no good. They left me for a while. When they came back I could see through my blindfold. They had both taken off their tops. My next puzzle was 'which bra strap was who's?' Well I got that wrong too, darn. How unlucky am I? I noticed the game had turned its focus from 'Guess What' to 'Guess Who', and I was going to be the designated guesser.

I could see the girls were slowly stripping off clothes, as they had me touch and taste different parts of their bodies: knees, hips, and tummies. Every once in a while I would guess one puzzle right, just to make sure they didn't suspect I could see through the blindfold. They finally got down to their bras and panties and were beginning to feel a bit self-conscience, with me being clothed. 

Sandy had me stand up and they both stripped me down to my shorts. They were still giggling like schoolgirls. I was starting to get aroused. Barb could see my boner peeking out of my shorts and admonished me mildly. 

"Now put that nasty thing away. Nobody wants to see that," she said. 

"Well I do! Lets see if he is any good at Kiss & Tell," said Sandy, excitedly. 

I wondered how Kiss & Tell differed from Guess Who. They had me lay down on my back on our long coffee table. Sandy explained, "We kiss and you tell, Donny. You tell who kissed you."

I could see them both now on their knees with me between them like a sacrifice. Each one would took turns kissing my chest, my ears, and then my nipples. I was guessing wrong every time, but they didn't bother with the tequila any more. They were getting hot themselves. I could see that they had taken off their bras, and I had to guess whose tit was touching me. I could feel my dick was at full erection by now. With my head flat against the coffee table, I couldn't get a good view of who was doing what. I heard them whisper something, then one of them -Sandy, I think, took my cock out of my shorts. One of them licked the length of my hard on. I was supposed to guess who did it. 

I said, "I can't tell, with just one little kiss." 

Whichever one of them that had a hold of my cock tightened her grip and started slowly jerking me off. I moaned and whispered, "Oh yeah." 

Then I felt someone start licking the head in quick little circles. This was a trick I knew Barb had done to me in the past. 

"Oh, that's Barb!" I said.

"Wrong again," said Barb. 

There wasn't enough time for me to be shocked that Sandy was doing the licking. She had already started sucking my cock from tip to base. She was jerking and sucking my dick, and I grabbed her head to help guide her. Barb started kissing me on the lips. She slipped her tongue in my mouth deep and I could feel the warmth of my climax about to explode. Sandy continued with her masterful blowjob, but Barb stopped kissing me. Just as I felt ready to shoot my wad, I felt thighs come down on either side of my head. I smelled Barb's hot pussy and suddenly felt her wet cunt on my lips.

Sandy, sensing that I was near climax stopped sucking and released her hold on my cock. Then I felt another Sandy's thighs on either side of my hips. Someone took my hard on and she brought her pussy lips down around it. I felt her wiggle a little then she sat all the way down on my cock. Both girls riding my mouth and cock, I ripped off the blindfold and moved my hands up Barb's back. I felt around her back to her chest and her huge tits. I was eating her out like crazy and feeling her up, when another pair of hands joined mine. They were long fingers and I knew at once they were Sandy's. Barb started to cum, and bore down hard on my lips, as my tongue darted in and out of her hot pussy. Sandy was riding my cock hard and deep, and it was all I could do to focus on one end and then the other. 

"Donny, I'm cuming, I'm cuming!" Barb screamed and bore down on my mouth with her clit. 

She backed off, knelt down and gave me a big kiss. She looked up and saw I was missing my blindfold. 

"Hey, you're cheating!" She yelled. 

It was too late now. Sandy was hard-riding my cock and cuming herself. This was quite a sight. I reached up and finger-locked her hands in mine and pulled her hands over my head to bring her near. There was no doubt now that I was soon going to burst. Barb must have sobered up enough to realize I was fucking her sister. 

"Don't you cum in her, Donny!" She pleaded, while she pulled Sandy off of me. I grabbed my cock with my left hand and Barb's head with my right. 

"OK, then I'll cum in you!" I said, yanking her head down to my shaft. 

She opened her mouth and took my pussy soaked dick in. Barb is generally not one to swallow, but I looked up at Sandy fingering herself like crazy and I couldn't stop now. I shot my load in her mouth. She gagged, as I made her suck my cock in deeper and swallow the rest. I'm sure Barb didn't want to seem ungrateful in front of her sister, so she obliged and deep-throated me all the way. 

I motioned to Sandy and she came over and stood over me with my head between her legs. I reached up and gently pulled her hips down around my face. Her cunt was sopping wet as I began licking, biting and sucking away at her pussy. Barb stopped sucking my limp dick, but continued to slowly jack me with her hand. Sandy began moaning and bouncing up and down on my face. She reached behind her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks wide to bury her cunt in my mouth. Barb stroked my meat faster and faster. This was a clear indication to me that Sandy's orgasm was turning Barb on too. I regained my hard on and as Sandy pounded her pussy into my tongue, I felt Barb mount me and put my cock inside her wet pussy. Both girls came, as I exploded in my wife's hot cunt. 

We all cleaned up and laughed about what a fun game that was. The next time Sandy is in town, we'll have to play it again.



Guess Who Got Her Clit Hood Pierced



I'm a 35-year-old professional guy with a story I want to share.

A few years ago I was watching some porn with my girlfriend, a pretty brunette a couple of years younger than me. One of the actresses had a pierced clit hood, and we were both intrigued.

We went online and read a little about body piercing down there. My girlfriend already had her belly button pierced, but hadn't put much thought in any kind of pussy piercing. We were surprised by what we read. Was it really true the clit hood ring would lightly tickle the clit if a woman walked the right way, or wiggled a little bit on a chair?

That night after we had sex, we wondered if a clit hood piercing would make sex more fun. My girlfriend already had a nice pussy, completely shaved except for a pencil-thin, soft brown hair land strip. But I immediately told her I would love it if she got a clit piercing. I would love the sight of it, playing with it, and especially licking her pussy.

The big smile on her face told me she had made up her mind. A little more research and we found an awesome piercing studio with tons of experience with this work

We set up a "date" on a Saturday, when I would drive her to the studio to get her clit hood pierced. She was a little nervous, but very excited. The actual piercing was very quick and easy. There was no blood, the piercer was a woman who had done it many times before, and my girlfriend even joked and laughed when it was over.

Now came the healing period. We decided not to have sex for a couple of weeks. This worked for a couple of days. My girlfriend gave me soapy handjobs in the shower and I came all over her titties and tummy. At night she gave me one of her wonderful blowjobs, stroking my shaft, licking my balls and sucking my cock until I exploded and she swallowed my cum.

But by day four, my girlfriend confessed she was super-horny. The clit hood piercing was healing great, but we wanted to be careful. I got an idea. I went to the adult toy store and bought the newest, most expensive rabbit vibrator. That night I put my girlfriend on the bed, gently fucked her with the rabbit until she came, and whispered to her how happy I was about her new clit hood ring.

A couple of days later, she told me how bad she missed my cock inside her pussy, and I immediately agreed with her. Her blowjobs and handjobs were great, but I missed her tight little shaved pussy.

That night in bed, we started making out. She rolled me onto my back and for the next 10 minutes gave me an awesome blowjob, wiggling her tongue into my slit, running her tongue up and down my shaft, looking me in the eye, kissing my stomach.

But I didn't cum. We both knew what we wanted. She got into doggy style position. I slowly pushed my hard cock into her pussy. She felt a tiny moment of pain, because my cock had not been inside her for a few days, but then sighed with pleasure. I sighed too, because I missed her pussy so much.

We fucked slowly and gently, and to our surprise, it didn't affect the clit hood piercing at all. My girlfriend's pussy tightened and I felt her cum all over my cock as her back arched and her nipples stiffened. Pretty soon, my cock began to feel electric and I shot a big load of cum into her.

Well a couple of weeks later, the clit hood piercing was all healed. We made a special date for a Saturday night. She put a new silver hoop with a tiny blue ball into her piercing. We had some dinner and some wine, but we both could think about only one thing ... tonight was the first night I was going lick her pierced pussy.

I've always loved giving oral sex, and I knew the piercing was going to make it better. We started by making out. My girlfriend always told me she loved kissing me, because she knew the tongue would soon be making her cum. I kissed her neck, shoulders and arms and moved down to her titties. I spent a few minutes on each nipple, tongue swirling and flicking, until they were hard like pencil erasers and my girlfriend was moaning with her eyes closed.

I kissed her belly button ring, then both thighs, before I allowed myself to look at her pussy. Tonight, she had shaved a two-inch triangle above her pussy, and the clit hood piercing looked simply magnificent.

I licked up and down a couple of times, then played a while with the ring. I loved how it moved. I looked up and my girlfriend was looking down and watching me, loving it. Now was the time to give her a big reward.

I focused on her clit. Tongue circling, light then hard, soft then strong. I licked the entire alphabet a couple of times. Then I experimented, licking a certain way and listening to see if she moaned. I looked up and one of her hands had grabbed the sheets and the other was holding onto my hair and shaking, so I knew I was doing it right.

I used my tongue to wiggle the ring against her clit and she gasped and pushed her pussy into me, wanting more. Her moans were getting louder, so I toyed with her for a few minutes, then swirled my tongue on her clit with medium pressure.

She started to cum. I held her thighs to make it last as long as I could, but she was still thrashing around the bed, eyes closed, moaning, nipples stiff.

I stroked her body with my hands for a few minutes, then put my cock deep into her pussy. Tonight I was so excited, I knew I would not last long, and I think she understood. I fucked her pussy hard for a few minutes, and I could feel thing ring on my shaft. When I felt my cum surging through my cock, I pulled out and sprayed all over her pussy, clit hood ring, landing strip and tummy.

It was the best sex we had had in months. All because of the ring.

Over the next few months, the ring turned out to be huge success. My girlfriend loved the way it tickled her clit while she sat at her desk at work. Some days she text messaged me that the ring had just made her cum. I practically ripped her clothes off when she came home on days like that.

I loved playing with the ring. In the morning, at night, in the shower, during sex. On her birthday and Valentine's Day, I bought her rings with different colors and charms, and she loved it.

At night she would ride my cock hard as I played with her titties. In the past I could never cum when I was on my back. My girlfriend loved it, because she could ride and ride and brush her clit against my hard cock and cum and cum.

After the piercing, however, I would look down as she was riding me and watch that little hoop go up and down. That was enough to make my cock squirt hot cum into her pussy.

Sadly, my girlfriend and I broke up due to communication problems that even a couples therapist couldn't solve. We're still friends, but some lucky guy out there is enjoying her clit hood piercing.

As for me, I can dream about the past and hope I meet a girl soon who has a clit hood piercing.



Guess Who Wants More



Karen was sitting down on the street side of the cafe. She smiled as she sipped some espresso as she watched the men ogling her. She knew her long muscular legs were enticing to admire. She watched as a couple walked by. The wife hit her husband in the arm and mumbled angrily at him as she caught him admiring too long. She thought to herself..."I could have her too if I wanted." How many straight women had she seduced, how many married men did she conquer. It was a game and she always won.

If you don't remember Karen, let me remind you. A Latina that loves her feminine muscles. Her 36D's barely being held by her halter-top. And she was sure that enough ample cleavage was showing. She licked the rim of the cup as the man sitting with his wife at the next table glanced at her. He looked away fast and then put on his sunglasses. "Ah..." she thought..."This way he can look at me without his wife knowing..." She silently mouthed, "I want to fuck you..." she could see his chest breathing deeper.

She smiled and looked away. And then her mouth dropped. She remembered this man that just walked by her. He was with his wife...and she remembered his wife too! She tried to place the faces so she got up, paid her bill and walked behind them. They were arm and arm and how long had it been... a year...no, it was 2 years. It was Marc and Beth. She remembered how fun they were. How she seduced her husband as she worked as a nanny for them. She remembered how she took his wife and made her want her. She smiled coyly as she remembered how Beth resisted. She smiled, biting her lower lip as she looked at Marc's great build. He was 10 years younger than her...but she knew she could get him anytime. Marc and Beth went down to the subway. Karen followed. She wondered if they would recognize her but she would wait till the right moment.

They jumped on the subway with Karen right behind them. It was so packed. Karen was in front of Marc and Karen was right behind Marc, pushing him into the crowded train. She grabbed his ass and mumbled a "sorry, excuse me..." he turned and nodded without really looking at her. 

Karen looked down and saw him grinding his cock against his wife's beautiful ass. "She's been working out..." she thought to herself. They were giggling. She was getting all hot watching them tease one another while they thought no one was watching. She couldn't hold back...she reached her hand around Marc's waist. Grabbing his cock hard and leaning her tits hard against his back "Guess who wants more...?" She said loud enough so even Beth could hear. 

Beth gasped as she slowly turned around. Marc couldn't do anything...Karen's hand gripped him and he remembered how good she felt. He missed her in his perverted way. Beth turned around, hugging Marc. "Get away from us..." her eyes glaring at the seductive eyes of Karen. Karen smiled as she whispered to Marc. "Tell her you want to fuck me...tell her you want to fuck me right in front of her...one more time." Beth's eyes shot up at Marc, but he didn't have to say anything. Beth could feel Karen's hand kneading her husbands cock right there on the subway. Karen took Beth's arms from around her husband. She clasped her own arm into the arm of Marc and when the subway stopped. She looked at Beth and told her "Follow us..." As they walked up to Marc and Beth's apartment. "You moved up in the world, huh?" She quipped to Karen as she admired the building. "This isn't the home where I fucked you and your husband last time..."

Beth glared at Karen but Karen knew Beth wanted her too. She wouldn't say so but who else in their right mind would allow this unless she wanted some of what she had planned. 

When they walked in, Marc looked sheepishly at Karen. "I have to tell our maid to go home though..."

Karen's face went in shock. "You have another maid? Don't you ever learn? Where is she?" Beth's face went blank at the new hunger seen in Karen's' eyes. "You wouldn't like her...she's not a slut. And she's not fucking my husband..."

Karen walked over to Beth, smiling. Pushing her softly against the wall. Smothering her tits with Beth's. Her tongue shot out and licked Beth's lips. "I just want to meet her..." her hand cupping her mound and could tell Beth wanted her right there if she could. 

The maid came out, seeing Karen and Beth pressing against each other. Her face turned red and she looked away mumbling something about the clothes being put away and she would be leaving.

She was a young woman. She probably was just short of drinking age. She had nice round tits, though smaller than Karen's. She was athletically built. Her ass was so round. She had to be definitely a runner, thought Karen. 

"Don't be in such a rush. What's your name?"

The maid looked at Marc and quickly away as she softly replied "Claire."

"And are you in college?" Karen persisted as she grabbed Claire's hand and sat her down on the couch. 

Claire nodded "My first year..."

Her short shorts were driving Karen wild. "Can I ask you a serious question and you be totally honest with me..."

Claire's face went white. She nodded but her hands were tight on her lap.

"Have you and Beth ever...you know...?"

Claire looked shock and stammered "No! Never!" shaking her head as she looked at Marc again. "Tell me the truth!" Karen persisted. "No, I am not that way."

"Oh yes you are that way..." shot back Karen. She reached in between Claire's legs. Pushing her thumb onto the clit of their maid. "Just what I thought...wet..." smirked Karen. And she leaned forward, pushing her breasts against Claire..."You want me...and I want to fuck you right in front of them..."

Claire sighed and her lips were moistened as she watched the seductive dance of Karen. "I'm going to get fired..." Claire whined.

"Shhhhhhh...just grab my tits...pretend they are not here..."

Claire sat back on the couch. Letting Karen straddle her legs, holding Claire's face in both her hands, kissing her passionately. Pushing her tits on Claire's smaller body and smothering Claire. She gets up and holds Claire's hand, pulling her up and bringing her to the bedroom. She looks at the stunned Marc and Beth and tells them to come into the master bedroom with them. 

Karen pushed Claire onto Marc and Beth's bed, ordering her to strip. Karen looks over at Beth and asks her "...which side is yours...?" Beth looks away angrily. Karen looks at Marc who points to the right side of the bed. Karen orders Claire to get on the right side of the bed and undress... she does. Her firm young breasts heaving from the way the day was turning out. She grabs her pussy and looks over at Marc and Beth, almost shyly but wanting to fuck Karen. And the thought of fucking her right in front of them had her shaking all over.

Karen undressed and sat down next to Claire...grabbing Beth's pillow and pushing it between Claire's legs. "I want her to smell you tonight..." She moaned as she brought her lips to Claire's tits. Sucking hard and squeezing it into her mouth. Her long fingernails tracing her new lovers clit. Pulling it and turning it slowly around between her fingers. Claire moaned and she glanced at Beth then more longingly at Marc. Karen saw...

She pushed Claire back...straddling Claire's tits and rubbing her wet pussy all over them. Inching her way up to Claire's mouth. Grinding hard from front to back "Suck on my clit, bitch!" Her hands gripping the headboard as she rocked on Claire's mouth. She turned her head to watch Marc and Beth. Marc standing there with a huge hard on in his pants and Beth not having enough common sense to take advantage of that rock hard cock! "Marc! Come over here!" Karen yelled out trying to control her rhythm with this fucking delicious nanny under her. She grabbed Marc's shoulders while she face fucked the nanny. Looking right into his eyes. She lifted her mound up just a bit from Claire's mouth. "Hey Claire? How long have you've been working here?" 

Claire moaned out 1 year and a half.

"And are you still telling me that you and Beth never got it on?"

Claire shook her head "No..We never even talk really."

Karen smiled, all the while looking at Marc. "So how long have you been fucking her husband..."? Beth gasped. Marc swallowed hard, guiltily. And Claire pushed one finger in Karen's ass. Her other hand gripped Karen's big tits and her mouth clamped on Karen's pussy sucking hard.

Beth yelled out "SHE HASN'T...SHE'S NOT A SLUT!"

Karen looked at Beth with a sly smile "Oh? Believe me, they have fucked...many times. I can tell..." Then looking back at Marc..."Haven't you. You wanted this young maid, and you fucked her hard and many times..." Marc didn't answer. Karen grabbed his cock and whipped it out of his pants. "Tell me the truth...you have fucked her, haven't you?" He conceded and nodded yes. She put his cock right over Claire's mouth and Claire screamed "Many times..." as she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked hungrily as Karen turned around, rubbing her wetness over Claire's body as she fucked Claire's pussy with her fingers. Claire was slurping away at Marc's cock. He moaned and Karen looked sympathetic at Beth, motioning her to come to her. Beth could hardly believe what was happening again. But she went to Karen. Karen held out her arms and brought Beth's head to rest on her tits. Beth looked over her shoulder to see the young mouth of Claire sucking hard on her husbands cock. Karen peeled away Beth's clothes and kissed her passionately. Feeling all over her body. "Lets watch them fuck..." Whispered Karen. She went behind Beth, squeezing her tits from behind and folding her own tits around the head of Beth. Beth was between the feet of Claire... and Claire knew what to do. She looked over and saw Beth watching her suck her husbands cock. She knew her husband was enjoying every second. It got her excited knowing that his wife was right there, a tinge of jealousy and lust in his wife. She put her foot against the wife's pussy and pushed in. Fucking her with her foot. She was so wet. Beth's pussy sucked her toe into her pussy. Karen purred in Beth's ear. "I want to taste you so bad... tell me the truth. Do you want me... be honest."

Beth nodded. And slowly her hand reached around and pushed two fingers into Karen's cunt. Karen pushed down hard on them. Riding her..."I want to 69 you...do you want me?" Beth nodded. And laid down. Biting her lower lip as one hand went up to Claire's pussy and the other reaching under Karen as she laid on top, massaging her big tits. "Squeeze hard!" moaned out Karen as she planted her pussy on Beth's face.

As Beth swirled her tongue all around her pussy, Claire got up..Laid down side-by-side to Beth and motioned for Marc to fuck her pussy as she looked into the eyes of Beth as she sucked on Karen.

He couldn't fuck her hard enough and as she bounced her and Beth looked into each other's eyes. Beth was feeling the sting of jealousy as she watched this girl younger than her by 5-7 years, moaning how good her husband felt inside of her. Watching her body move up and down to his pounding. She couldn't take anymore and flooded Karen's face with her juices. Claire looked over at Beth..."He's been so fucking good to me... for about a year now." Her eyes wide as she hears Claire not able to respond because of the way Karen grinds her pussy onto her tongue...

Claire rolls over "Oh..hon, he's been fucking me so often that sometimes when you kiss him when you get home, I'm surprised you haven't tasted me yet. I can't wait to fuck him like this tomorrow..."

Karen stopped and Beth responded "But what about your boyfriend?" Claire smiled "Oh, he and I've been going together since High School. He is so naïve when it comes to sex, I fuck him like I fuck your husband..."

Karen came hard... and Beth licked her hard. Not looking at the bitch Claire. Then Claire screamed as Marc grabbed her tits and came hard, jerking his body into her over and over...

Karen turned and smiled at Beth, Beth's juices glistening her lips. She leaned over Beth, tits to tits... "Beth? I love the way you tongue me..."

Beth smiled at Karen. The first time, she ever smiled. Then Beth pulled Karen's face closer..."Can I have you again, please?" Karen kissed her passionately. "Anytime." She looked over at Marc and commanded "...get that dick into me! Stroke it whatever you have to do just get it back to satisfy me!" Just the sight of 3 naked women had him hard within a few seconds. And he pushed it into Karen, pushing it hard. Claire started sucking on Karen's tits as she rolled over and waited for Beth. Beth leaned over, kissing her. Her hands massaging Karen's head and tonguing her mouth, exploring as she moaned how much she wanted Karen again and again.

After a few more rounds...Claire left. And then Karen got her things together, smiling at Beth who smiled back. "Hey Beth?" She called out just before she went out the door. "Yes, Karen?" 

Karen shot out a mischievous grin "What was Claire's boyfriends name and where does he live...I think he deserves to know what she's up to and maybe I can console him?"

They both smiled at each other as Beth quickly wrote down his name and address.



Guess Who's Back?



Guess who's back? It's me, Samuel! The fine, good-looking, big and tall black stud of Haitian-American Bad Boy and Erotica Writer who has been dazzling you for a while now. Life has been tough on me lately. I've come face to face with my down destruction and somehow survived. Now, I am back and better than before. What a lonely place the world would be without its favorite bisexual black male writer. Who else would stand up for the rights of men, uphold the rights of blacks, and to defend uncircumcised males right to a choice and all that? Yeah, that's what I thought.

I come back from my self-imposed exile and celebrate my triumphant return in style. With me is my longtime friend, confidant and sometime lover Crystal Benoit, whom I knew since my high school days. She's really something. A tall, large and lovely gal with bone-white skin, long black hair and pale blue eyes. You know my taste in women at this point, so it shouldn't surprise you that she's got large breasts, a thick body, wide hips, and a really fat ass. Yeah, my girl has a booty. I like that about her. We totally mesh on everything. Crystal is a closet bisexual Irishwoman of French-Canadian descent with a fetish for bisexual male erotica and a penchant for well-hung black men. She's a Leo, astrologically speaking. I'm an Aquarian.

We're back in my usual digs, in a nice townhouse located in Boston's Back Bay, with a magnificent view of the great Boston Public Library and the majestic Prudential Center. Crystal has really done well for herself in the recent past. My old high school buddy is one of the movers and shakers in the Financial District, especially State Street. Hey, she's a young woman with an MBA and a keen mind. What else did you expect? 

Still, I'm surprised that she can afford real estate in the Back Bay area, though. Can you say pricy? Don't get me wrong, I have great confidence in her abilities. She's quite bright, though nowhere near my level. I'm a Super Genius, with the ego and occasional bouts of megalomania that seem to come with it. My darling Crystal occasionally steps in to remind me that I am a genetic wonder and modern superman rather than a god. I can live with that. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be watching a Smallville DVD on Crystal Benoit's titanic flat TV Screen. I've never seen a TV that big! Yeah, I'm having fun at Crystal's place. She's currently at work and I've got the place all to myself. As they say in the hood, it's all good!

Alright, let's review. I've been having a tough time lately. My family, whom I described once as a bunch of treacherous and manipulative snakes, seemed on the verge of discovering the fact that I'm a writer. They're a bunch of evil people. From my sociopathic aunt to my psychopathic sister, my neurotic uncle and my bitchy cousin. My mother the abandoner and my absentee father also number among those who make my life much harder than it has to be. Yeah, so many negative influences in this man's life. And people wonder why I seem to mad at the world sometimes.

All the while I was attending Brockton State College, I received very little encouragement from any of them. I lived a few miles from the branch of the college which was located in my hometown. My uncle gave rides to all the residents of the house except me in those cold New England mornings. I tried to stay as far away from these wicked people whom I happened to be related to. Brockton State College proved to be the ideal refuge. A four-year public college affiliated with the Massachusetts Higher Education System, Brockton State College was founded in the early 1960s and grew into a fine school in the following four and a half decades. The school has twelve thousand students and has two campuses, one in Brockton and one in Canton.

The Brockton State College Library became my refuge during those cold school days as I busied myself doing my homework, acing my classes, avoiding the man-hating politically correct witches on campus and writing the erotic fiction stories which make me happy. Yeah, this was my world. Even though I identify as bisexual, there's very little sexual activity going in my life. I don't inhabit the collegiate paradise that I create for the men and women in my stories. I live in the brutal and treacherous realm known as the real world. I am fortunate enough to attend a school that has an equal number of men and women among its student body and a large ratio of racial and ethnic minorities. Most colleges and universities across America aren't so lucky. Most schools are overwhelmingly female and white, entrenched in feminist dogma. That's what I rebel against in my stories which feature college men and women.

In my stories, I strive to create worlds in which most people would love to live. A world where free sex and free love abound and everyone is happy, sexually satisfied and fulfilled. A world where stress levels are low and happiness levels are high. A realm where women's sex drives are equal to that of men. A place where men and women have the same rights and also the same responsibilities. A place where men aren't automatically discriminated against when it comes to gender and political issues. In short, I write about the way the world should be. Brockton State College, the place where I earned my Criminal Justice degree, isn't exactly perfect but it's better than most schools in the country, for many reasons. 

I often emphasize the athletic opportunities offered to men and women in the schools I invent for my stories. Why? Well, partly it's because I lament the dearth of athletic opportunities male student-athletes have in collegiate America. Title IX was supposed to create new opportunities for women in education. Instead, it took away educational opportunities from men, especially collegiate men. That's sad. Men's sports teams suffer greatly at the college level. Very few schools offer a decent amount of athletic opportunity to male students anymore. Schools like Georgia Tech, Ohio State University, Norwich University, Boston College and UMass-Amherst seem to value student-athletes of both sexes. The rest of the nation's universities and colleges seem to delight in kowtowing to the man-hating feminist authorities and slashing the men's sports teams. Just look at what they did last year to those poor guys at a certain school in Virginia. I feel bad for male student-athletes. So, in my stories, I glorify them and give them respect and love.

I'm not a student-athlete, but I'm proud of my school's sports teams. Brockton State College competes in Men's Varsity Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Wrestling, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Football, Volleyball, Golf, Lacrosse and Tennis along with Women's Varsity Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Field Hockey, Equestrian, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Golf, Lacrosse and Tennis. We compete in the NCAA Division Three. Brockton State College doesn't give out any athletic scholarships, but that's not why our guys and gals play. They play for love of the game. And I am proud of them. I see Title IX as an outdated and unfair law. It needs to be changed.

Yeah, I've seen and done it all throughout my college days. I've handed out flyers on behalf of Men's Issues ranging from Male Victims of Abuse to Prostate Cancer Awareness, and the Crisis in Men's Education. I've explored every facet of my being as a bisexual black man. And through it all, my beloved Crystal has been by my side. That's why I've got a special surprise waiting for her. I've ordered Chinese food, and I've got a really nice movie, Brokeback Mountain, which I picked up at Blockbuster. I intend to treat my lady to a night of fun, followed by some hot sex. I've got a warm and cozy fire waiting, and I even set some lit candles on the teak table. When Crystal comes, her eyes drink it all in and light up. She walks up to me and kisses me. Then, she joins me at the table. I smile confidently, and the good times roll. Am I good or what? What can I say? It's good to be back!



Guess Who's Coming At Dinner?



"Let's just go home, Michael. Come on," Alice said, reaching over to run her fingers along his arm. "You know what kind of mood I'm in, I told you that when I got up this morning. I really just want to go home, get naked, share a shower, and have sex with you for about an hour or four."

     "Alice," Michael said, with a sigh, "you know we can't do that. I have to meet Mark and Brenda here, I promised them that we'd have dinner with them and discuss the Symbion deal. It's a major thing, and if we don't get some of the details hashed out, we're never going to get the thing closed."

     "All you ever think about is work any more," Alice said, pulling away from him and looking out the passenger side window as they drove over the bridge. She watched the lights reflecting on the water below, and saw the restaurant where they were supposed to be eating in 20 minutes. It was a huge old place that had been built directly into the side of the rocky slope that dropped down to the side of the river, with a large outside deck surrounded by small lights and ultra-fine netting to keep the bugs at bay but not block the view. There were people out on the deck dancing, but Alice knew that they would spend the whole night at some table in the back of the restaurant, where Mark and Michael would talk endlessly about the accounting department's role in the merger, the research and development reports on the new products, and how old man Winters was such a pain in the ass.  Brenda would drink half a dozen whisky sours in the first 20 minutes they were there and then spend the rest of the evening pushing broccoli from one side of her plate to the other, lost in a drunken stupor, unable to have a conversation with Alice about anything other than when the waitress was bringing her next drink. 

Unfortunately, Alice had woken up that morning after a particularly erotic dream, one that left her tingling in all the right places for most of the day. Granted, she'd masturbated in the shower that morning before work, hoping that it would take care of the tingle, but instead it only made it that much worse. And with Michael out of bed and off to work before her alarm clock even went off, there was no chance of a morning quickie to try and alleviate some of the desire. 

Hell, it was no wonder she was having those dreams. Between her overtime for the summer season at the dress shop and his involvement with this Symbion deal, they only saw one another awake for an hour, sometimes two, in the evenings. Even weekends had been destroyed with Michael having to work on Saturdays, because when Sunday rolled around, all he wanted to do was sleep, watch sports on television, and be left alone. On the rare occasion that he was in the mood to do something, or when she begged for some attention from him, the session usually lasted 15 minutes and started to break down when one or both of them realized they'd rather just go to sleep than be bothered with pretending they were having fun.

"Honey?" Michael said, quietly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Michael, I'm fine," Alice answered, just as quietly.

"I promise," he said, "this weekend we'll spend time together. Just the two of us. I won't go in to work tomorrow, I'll tell them I have something else I have to do. We'll go have a picnic or something nice. And I'll make up for tonight. You'll still be in the mood tomorrow, I'm sure, and we'll play a little then."

"Yeah, ok," Alice said, very noncommittally. "Whatever you want to do." Alice continued to stare out the window as they parked the car and got out, walking across the parking lot, not even holding hands the way they would have when they were first married. Instead, Michael walked a step or so in front of her, head down, silent.

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"Stevens, party of four," Michael said to the maitre d' when they got inside, and the man checked his reservation sheet. 

"Oh, yes," he said, nodding. "You must be the Carpenters. I have a message for you, sir. Mister Stevens called to say that he would be a little late, and that you and Mrs. Carpenter should please take a table and have a drink while you were waiting for them. He said that he would call when he and his wife were on their way. If you'll follow me, please, I'll seat you."

"May we have a table out on the deck?" Alice asked suddenly, and Michael shot her a look of annoyance. He knew that there would be music, bright lights, and more people out there – a less-than-conducive atmosphere for talking about mergers and acquisitions and accounting and research and all the other crap that Michael and Mark would be hip-deep in this evening. But Alice was damned if she was going to sit there staring into her empty salad bowl while the men ignored her and Brenda tried not to pass out before dessert was done. At least this way she could watch the river, the people, and enjoy a little bit of the evening.

"Of course, madam. Right this way, please," the host said, leading them past a number of empty – and very silent – tables. 

"What are you doing?" Michael hissed, and Alice simply smiled.

"I'm trying to not stink up this lovely restaurant," Alice answered, under her breath. "Because I'm pretty god damned sure that I will be dead from boredom before the appetizer is over and I'll be rotting by dessert." 

Michael shot her a look as they moved past tables full of laughing, chatting people to a table somewhat away from the crowd but still with a good view of the river.

"Mister Stevens said that you would need a quiet table where you could discuss business," the host said, laying menus on two of the four plates at the table. "I believe this should be quiet enough for that. Is this alright?"

"It's lovely, thank you," Alice answered, before Michael could object.

"Very good, madam. Have a lovely evening, and enjoy your meal," the host said, and turned back to the main portion of the restaurant.

"Thank you," Alice said to his back, as Michael pulled out a chair and sat down, not even waiting for her or helping her with her chair. 

"You're going to be a pain in my ass all night, aren't you?" Michael said, as he picked up the menu. "You're going to give me shit because I wasn't in the mood to skip a business discussion that could net us well over half a million dollars. All you care about is having me get naked and get it up so you can get a piece. Thanks, Alice. Thanks so very fucking much."

"I'm not going to be a pain in your ass, Michael. You and Mark should be able to have a perfectly fine conversation out here, and we're close enough that if Brenda gets as drunk as she usually does, when she falls over the railing, the cold water of the river will wake her right up."

"I can't believe you just said that," Michael said, staring her down. "That's just mean."

"It might be mean, but it's true. Give me a break, just figure out what you want to eat and leave me alone. Who knows, maybe I'll meet some nice guy out here who wants to dance with an old, ugly married lady."

"You aren't old, and you're not ugly," Michael said, rolling his eyes. "And I won't be baited into giving you the compliments that you're fishing for, so drop it."

They looked over the menu in silence, ordering drinks and telling the waitress that they'd wait a while before ordering food, since they were still waiting on Mark and Brenda to arrive. The waitress nodded, leaving their menus, and went back inside. After a few minutes, she came back outside with a Bloody Mary for Michael and a whiskey and cola for Alice. 

The silence continued between them as Alice bolted her drink and flagged the waitress for another, while Michael sipped on his Bloody Mary and placed his briefcase on an open chair to begin pulling out the volumes of files that he and Mark needed to discuss tonight. Alice wondered to herself why he and Mark couldn't simply talk about all this stuff at the office, or over the phone in the evenings or on Saturday. But it had nearly become a ritual that every time there was a large deal going on, they'd meet Mark and Brenda at some upscale place like this with linen tablecloths and crystal stemware, eat things that most people couldn't pronounce, and pretend like they were having some clandestine meeting about whatever was going on. 

Alice was startled from her reverie of staring at the river below, contemplating jumping just to find out what would happen, by the sound of Michael's phone chirping on his belt clip. He sighed, reaching for it with one hand and grabbing another file folder with the other.

"Michael Carpenter, may I help you? Oh, hey Mark. Uh huh. Yeah? You're kidding me! Well, what are we doing, then? No, it's fine, I understand. Right. Right. I should be, sure. Yeah, tomorrow's fine," Michael said, and Alice shook her head slightly, out of Michael's line of sight. So much for his solemn promise to take tomorrow off to spend the weekend with her. 

"Ok, buddy. Yeah, call me in the morning. I'll be at the office around 7 or so. Ok, tell her we hope she feels better. Okay. Okay. Bye," Michael said, hanging up his cell phone and clipping it back to his belt. Without a word to Alice, he began putting his files back in his briefcase.

"Well?" Alice finally asked.

"Well what?"

"What the hell is going on?" Alice asked, exasperated.

"Oh. Brenda's got the flu, been puking all afternoon. They're not coming," Michael said, snapping his briefcase shut. "So I guess we can go ahead and pay for our drinks and head home."

"No."

"No? No what?" Michael asked, halfway out of his chair, briefcase in hand.

"No, we're not going home. We're going to have dinner like a couple of normal people, talk about something other than Symbion and the shipment I'm expecting at the shop this week. Then, maybe, we'll go home. But I'm not leaving here without food."

"Fine," Michael said, sighing. "Whatever you want to do."

Alice highly doubted that what she wanted to do would happen, but she'd settle for dinner and another whiskey and cola.

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"God, I'd forgotten about that," Michael said, laughing. "She was so pissed off when she found that stupid frog paperweight in the bottom of the snake cages."

"Mrs. Stratton was sure scared of those things, for being a biology teacher and having had them in her lecture hall for seven years."

"Well, I heard that one of them bit her once, and after that, she didn't want anything to do with them."

"If she'd gotten out in the sun more, and shaved those hairy knuckles of her, maybe that boa wouldn't have mistaken her for a mouse," Alice said, nearly choking on her whiskey as she laughed.

Just then, there was a loud crash on the road outside the club, and without warning, the place was plunged into darkness. Alice let out a yip of surprise, and there were immediate calls from the patrons inside, as well as those on the deck, of, "Hey!" and "What the...?" Someone held up his Zippo lighter so they could see a bit around them, and a moment later the host stepped out on the deck to announce that someone had just hit the power pole out front, tearing down the lines and knocking out their power.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we request that you stay here, as the parking lot is entirely blocked by the accident. It doesn't appear that anyone has been injured, but I'm sure there will be a number of police and fire personnel out there for awhile cleaning up the mess. Marjorie and Suzanne will be bringing out candles for the tables so that you can have some light. I regret that this has happened," he finished, and ducked back inside as a loud breaking sound came from the kitchen side of the restaurant.

"Well, I guess we're stuck here," Michael said, leaning back in his chair. "And just when I was thinking about getting out of here, taking you home, and having my way with you."

"You must have had too much to drink," Alice said, with a chuckle. "You haven't talked like that in months. And it figures – you finally DO feel like doing something besides the required weekly quickie and we're stuck out on the deck of a high-class place with two dozen other people."

"Yeah, that does suck. And look who's talking about too much to drink and ragging on Brenda about her habits. You've had, what, four drinks tonight?"

"Five, but who's counting?" Alice said, grinning. "I'm fine. I had a good meal, and it's been two hours, so I'm alright."

The waitresses came out of the main part of the building, placing short glass jars on each table and lighting the candle inside. It was much less light than the rope lighting had provided, making it hard to see much other than the tables right next to them. Most of the crowd was nearer the dance floor, so Michael and Alice seemed to be nearly on their own at the back of the deck.

"It should only be about half an hour for them to have the power restored, or so we've been told," the waitress said, as she placed a candle on their table and lit the wick. "So hopefully we'll have things up and running again in no time."

"It's fine," Alice said. "We weren't going anywhere other than home, anyhow."

"Well, at least it's almost romantic," the waitress said, smiling, then turned to go back inside and assist the host, who had stuck his head out the door, looking frantic.

"It is kind of nice," Michael said, leaning back in his chair again. "So what should we talk about now?" he asked, reaching for his Bloody Mary.

"How about how much I'd like to suck your cock right now?" Alice said boldly, turning to look him in the eye. 

Michael almost choked, and narrowly avoided spraying tomato juice everywhere in his shock at his wife's blatant statement. "How much you want to do what?!" he managed, after wiping the tomato juice from his chin.

"You heard me," Alice said, glancing around, noticing that the couples at the front of the deck had gotten up to stand and look over the railing.

"But... what if someone sees us?" Michael asked, and Alice could see his blush, even in the candlelight.

"Maybe we'll start a trend," Alice said, turning her chair to face him.

"What if the lights come back on?"

"Then it'll be easier for you to see my lips wrapped around your dick," Alice answered, scooting a little closer.

"We can't do this, Alice. We might get thrown out of here at best, or arrested, at worst. Can you imagine how that would look to the... what are you... uhhh," he muttered, as Alice's hand started working over his crotch. She could feel his cock getting stiff, and knew that for all of his protests, he was turned on. She'd given him a hand job once at a football game while they were in college together, sitting on the top row of the bleachers with a blanket over their laps. He'd loved it then, but later chided her for doing something so blatant. But the truth was that the danger was what got him going, and this was much more dangerous – and public – than a college football game in November.

"Just watch and tell me if anyone's coming... besides you, I mean. I think I can figure that one out on my own," Alice said quietly, as she unzipped his fly slowly and reached inside to bring his now-hard cock out into the air. Before it was even fully exposed, she was leaning over, her mouth on it, and she heard him gasp as her tongue danced over the head for a moment before she took him all the way to the root, deep-throating him. Alice slipped out of the chair and went to her knees, looking up momentarily to see Michael with his attention torn between watching what she was doing and watching to see if anyone was approaching the table.

Alice continued to suck and lick at his cock, pushing the fabric of his boxers down below his balls so she could tease them with her fingers as her index finger and thumb circled the base of his cock. She could hear him breathing heavily, trying not to make noises that would attract attention, but whispering encouragement to her so she knew he was enjoying what she was doing. With her free hand, Alice reached inside the neckline of her dress and pushed aside one of the cups on her bra, giving her nipple a quick pinch. She could feel the satin of her gown rubbing between it and Michael's thigh, the sensation going straight to her pussy, which was getting wet very quickly. Nothing was more of a turn-on to her than sucking Michael's cock until he shot a thick load in her mouth, and doing it like this, with the knowledge that the waitress might come walking back at any moment, or that the lights might come back on suddenly and expose them made it even more of a thrill.

"Stop, stop, oh shit," Michael said, and Alice pulled away just long enough to hear their server's shoes on the wood of the deck as she approached the table. Thinking quickly, Alice grabbed her napkin and threw it over Michael's exposed cock, then glanced up over the edge of the table as the waitress drew closer.

"Is there anything I can get you folks? Is everything ok?" she asked, looking slightly confused by Alice's position on the floor.

"Everything's fine," Alice said. "I just dropped something out of my purse."

"May I help you find it?" the waitress said, starting around the table where she was sure to see the tent that the napkin was making on Michael's lap, which was barely under the edge of the table now as he leaned forward.

"No, no, it's fine," Alice said, getting up. "I'll find it before we go. No problem."

"If you're sure," the waitress said, backing up.

"We're sure," Michael managed, after clearing his throat. "No problem."

"Ok, well, call if you need anything," the waitress said, going back towards the other diners.

"That was close," Michael said, with a mischievous grin.

"So were you," Alice said, tilting her head to one side.

"Yeah, well," Michael began. 

"Well, I'll just have to start all over," Alice said, and slid off her chair again, taking Michael's half-hard cock in her mouth and sucking hard, feeling it swell as she wrapped her fingers around it. 

"Oh, jeeze," Michael moaned, and his head swiveled back and then around, watching to see if anyone else was going to come over and interrupt them again. But after just a few minutes of Alice's tongue dancing over the head of his cock, it wouldn't have mattered if the whole restaurant had wandered over to observe; his hand came down to her hair, and he began to move his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth as best he was able while still remaining seated. 

Alice brought her mouth off his cock just long enough to look up at him, and whispered, "Fuck my face, baby. Come for me," and then deep-throated him once again, her fingers working in time with her mouth.

"Oh god, Alice, suck it," he moaned, as quietly as possible, and wrapped his hands around her head as he thrust deeply again and again, his ass almost leaving the seat as he fucked her mouth as rapidly as he was able. His hands moved her head at the speed he wanted, and Alice surrendered to his tempo, letting her saliva lubricate the skin as she suctioned her cheeks in and used her fingers to jack him off where her mouth wasn't making contact. 

With a final thrust and a squeeze of her head, Michael brought her movement to a halt and with a grunt, he came, the cum pooling on her tongue and sliding down her throat, hot and salty as she froze in place while his balls throbbed beneath her fingers. As his grip relaxed, she took him deeply in her mouth again, swallowing his load, purring against his dick, licking and sucking every last drop of cum from him as he gasped and twitched above her.

Carefully, Alice leaned back, tucking Michael's cock and balls back inside his boxers and slacks, with a smile on her face like a contented cat. She glanced up at him, winked, and then reached inside her dress to tuck her tit back into her bra covertly before she got up to sit in her own chair again. She reached over to pick up her whiskey and cola, taking a sip with a nonchalance that belied her throbbing cunt and her overwhelming urge to grab Michael and shove his face between her legs or drag the hem of her dress up and plunge her fingers into her sloppy wet pussy.




Guess Who's Coming At Dinner?



"They better clear that lot pretty soon," Michael said, his voice rough, and reached for his wallet. "Because I really, really need to get you home and fuck you until you can't walk." He pulled out a couple of bills and threw them on the table, adjusting his clothes as he grabbed his briefcase. "Let's get out of here."

Alice took his hand and they walked through the restaurant, Michael breaking away just long enough to tell the waitress that her payment – and tip – were on the table and they had to leave.

As they reached the parking lot, they realized that they were going to have a tough time getting out to the street, with all the police cruisers and fire trucks blocking the only exit. 

"Do you think we can get out of here?" Alice asked, and Michael leaned close to her as he unlocked her car door.

"Who cares? Guess we'll just have to find something to do while we wait for them to finish," he growled, making her shiver.

"But we're parked right under a street light, and the cops are right over there," Alice said, inclining her head.

"Danger can be exciting, don't you think?" Michael said, and winked as he helped her into the car with a kiss. Alice's laughter was clear as he walked around the back of the car, tossed his briefcase on the back seat, and then got in the driver's seat, turning around to face his wife. "Very exciting..."



Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?



Much, of which, I'm about to relate came from Sandy's confession during our hot sex last night. 

I was, most likely, being a little harsh in coaxing my lovely wife into attempting to seduce our minister. I knew when I'd brought up the age factor it'd light a fuse. Since I'm 5 years her elder I felt comfortable with teasing her about possibly not being able to seduce a man who's tagged as pure and righteous. In my wildest dreams I couldn't imagine anybody being able to resist my voluptuous sexy wife's advances. 

Back in our "swinging" days I can remember humping a stranger's wife while Sandy gave the stranger the screwing of his life, in bed, next to where I was porking. We both always felt short-changed and that's mainly why we left the swinging scene. We finally had to have our phone number changed since all the guys that had tested Sandy wanted more. 

This was almost 5 years ago and she's better than ever now. 

Naturally our minister didn't turn down an invitation for a good home cooked meal since most of his consisted of fast foods or warmed up frozen dishes like most single men. Sandy felt as if she had a point to prove and, somehow, I was hoping it would happen but deep inside I doubted .. with this holy man of the cloth.

It was less than an hour when Richard was due and Sandy had finished the meal leaving it in the oven keeping it warm. She rushed to the bedroom and began scrambling for ammunition for her tough assignment. 

She pulled a short black skirt from the drawer but, after trying it on, she decided it didn't show enough thigh so she kept scrambling. She pulled out the pair of nude shaded stockings she'd worn so many times, while we'd made love, and decided on these before finding the ideal showcase. She stood, naked, rolling the silky stockings above thigh high which they were intended. Sandy loves the feel of the soft elastic pressing against her buttocks almost as much as I love seeing her stretch them that high. She's careful not to pinch her thick and dark pubic hair as she stretches them to their fullest. 

After stepping into the 5 inch black heels she rotates the straps, until they're snug around her ankles, before joining the straps. She pulls a black matching bra out, lacing it around her big bust line, but it begins feeling uncomfortable so she tosses it aside letting her big titties flop loose. 

She decides against panties also, after trying on 3 pair's of her sexiest, and begins searching her closet for an alluring cover. She brings out the white silk dress she'd worn the first time she'd given Bruce some, when I listened, while screwing his wife Alice in an adjoining bedroom. 

After the soft white silk falls over her sensitive body she stands knowing more of her thick thighs are showing than not. Her dark patch of pubic hair shows from the lack of the recommended slip she, intentionally, failed to include in her revealing attire. Her juices began flowing as she felt the soft ankle length sheer white robe she'd selected to, temporarily, cover her surprise from her unsuspecting guest. 

It was a mere 15 minutes before Richard was scheduled to arrive when Sandy surfaced from the bedroom. I sat in my recliner watching her sway toward the kitchen checking on the "enticing" meal. Whether it was because my wife was so sexily dressed trying to prove a point, or the way her buttocks shifted as she walked, I knew I had to have her right then and there. We were still having sex in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I pulled out, leaving us both unsatisfied, as we scrambled to make ourselves presentable. 

Richard stood in the doorway, while I couldn't help but be envious over what he'd be getting, thinking fried chicken was to be the entree. 

We did the usual chit chat about how nice Sandy keeps the house neat, and all the closet space we have etc., before we sat down for dinner. My sexy wife leaned over, on more than one occasion, almost letting her breast fall across Richard's plate during dinner. He kept complimenting on how good the meal was and never, once, even acknowledged my $10,00.00 big investment. 

My cock was throbbing just from seeing her bounce back and forth trying to excite her prey. 

After the strawberry shortcake we settled in the living room for more idle talk. Sandy brought fresh coffee while bending over, "accidentally" letting her robe fall loose revealing all that was underneath for the taking. Richard seemed to have never noticed as he kept ranting about the plaques hanging on the wall from where I'd won the local charity golf tournament two years in a row. I heard Sandy's spiked heels hitting the linoleum as she walked across the kitchen floor with frustration. I saw her robe fall to the kitchen floor as she gulped a glass of wine trying to subside her feelings of being denied. Once again I hear the cork pop as she raises, yet, another full glass of wine only to have it emptied in less time than the first. 

Richard was asking about my golf handicap when Sandy steps over her fallen robe yielding another glass of white wine. After seating herself in the chair opposite Richard, and myself, she crosses her legs while her white silky dress crawls above her thick thighs. She spreads just enough to where Richard had to notice she wasn't wearing panties above the silky stockings. 

My cock was about to explode, while I sat there, knowing our young minister was eyeballing my wife's hairy pussy. 

We had a mild dispute, afterwards, over which one of us saw Richard's crotch bulge first but our man of cloth's crotch did, indeed, bulge when Sandy spread even wider. 

She had him exactly where she wanted him. 

After sipping the last drop of wine Sandy moved over between us as we sat on the couch admiring her luscious body. First she began squeezing Richard's fat crotch while he pretended to be still admiring my trophies but I knew which trophy he wanted now. I felt her hand squeezing my hard cock as she squeezed his even harder. 

Richard hesitated for a second, until I winked, then ran a hand up my lovely wife's silky dress feeling what was soon to be his. They kissed passionately while Sandy continued stroking my throbbing 7 inch bulge. I could see his tongue disappear into her sucking mouth while she hunched against his probing hand. I watched while my beloved wife unzipped our guest's pants letting his big cock flop loose. She began stroking what wouldn't fit inside her mouth. Richard was at least two inches longer than myself and almost as thick. The slurping noises had me squirming but I was soon to be shut out from these two lovers. Sandy rose to her feet while tugging at Richard's arms inviting him to OUR bedroom. She pulled her silky dress high, showing her dripping pussy, in case her potential fuckmate felt cold feet. Richard looked toward me for approval and I gave another wink. I heard the bedroom door close. 

I listened while the bedspring's began to squeak. 

My wife was being fucked and I knew he'd be back for more. 

Her version went as follows: " Richard crawled between my legs after eating me out and we kissed with my pussy juice dripping from his lips. When he first entered me I thought his cock was shorter than yours but after he plunged deep I knew he had a couple of inches on you. He never said a word. He just kept pumping in and out though I did hear his moans. I wrapped my legs tighter around his body as he threw his manhood inside me. I screamed .. not from the size but from the pleasure I was getting from his size. He pounded hard while I squeezed his soft flying ass. I even ran a finger inside his tight asshole, once, when he began hunching even harder while smothering me with wet kisses. He silently raved over my flopping titties as we bounced up and down taking over the entire bed. I felt his thick warm sperm filling me as I began my own cum. We continued kissing while his warm cum dripped down my silky thick thighs. 

He'll be back for more baby if you'll approve. 

Fuck me Arnie. Nobody fucks like my beloved husband." 

We fucked most of the night and our climax has never been as explosive. 

Richard called this morning wanting more but we put him off until he came up with a member of the flock to swap for his pleasure. We understand widow Brown's after his buns and I've always wanted some of this 43 old widow. 

Sandy's in the midst of fixing these two up so widow Brown may be tasting our chicken soon.



Guess Who's Cumming To Dinner



Starring Beautiful Colossally-Cleavaged Hilda Humper, Her Balloon-Breasted Daughter Harriet And Her Well Hung Son, Henry In:

"Guess Who's Cumming To Dinner."

Thanks to Victor C Nathan for the use of his wonderful characters

All characters in the story are aged 18 or over

Part 01

"Kids!" Hilda called up the stairs to her two children. They were both young adults now but she still thought of them as kids. "Lunch is ready!" Then she stood back to avoid the stampede that would follow.

Henry was first down the stairs - a tall, strapping lad with handsome features. "Thanks, Mom," he cried as he rushed past.

He was quickly followed by his older sister, Harriet - a knockout blonde with breasts the size of basketballs. Hilda watched her daughter's enormous tits bounce and jiggle beneath her sweater as she descended the stairs and beamed with pride at the sight of her splendid assets.

'They'll be as large as mine soon, if she keeps growing,' Hilda thought to herself as she followed the two younger Humpers into the dining room. Then, looking down at her own spectacular mounds of flesh, she added 'but she'll need to put on a few more inches yet.'

Three bowls of steaming, hot soup sat on the table, and beside each bowl was a large chunk of French bread.

Henry was just reaching for his bowl to pick it up and carry it through to the front room when Hilda stopped him. "I'd like us to have lunch together today, please. I have something to tell you."

Curious, the Humper children both sat down and waited anxiously to hear what their mother had to say.

"Do you mind if I take my sweater off for lunch please, Mama?" Harriet interrupted before her mother could get started. "I don't want to spill any soup on it before I go out."

"Of course dear," Hilda replied. "You go right ahead. In fact, I'd better do the same. That nice Mr Chester is coming around this afternoon. He... er... has something for me... I mean us, and I don't want him to see me covered in soup."

Harriet & Henry smiled knowingly at each other. Their mother had taken quite a shine to their neighbour, Charles Chester, and he had been spending a lot of time in their house lately. He would arrive ostensibly to do some odd jobs for the Humpers, but would spend as much time sucking on Hilda's huge tits and having his wee washed as he would working.

"He's been away on business the last couple of days, hasn't he?" Harriet asked as she pulled her sweater over her head. Then she giggled. "He must have quite a load for you by now."

"I do hope so," Hilda smiled wistfully. "If his wife hasn't got to it first. He only got home this morning."

"She is his wife, Mama," Harriet smiled at her mother as she dropped her sweater to the floor and reached behind her back to unclasp her enormous bra.

"Yes, but she doesn't appreciate him the way I do," Hilda explained as she reached for the straps of her dress. "His lovely baby batter will just end up in a tissue or a rubber instead of in my tummy." She paused and looked wistfully in the direction of the Chester house. "What a waste..." Then she returned her attention to her lunch.

Henry watched as both his mother and sister removed their tops and rested their enormous breasts on the dinner table. He remembered how his mother used to scold him for resting his elbows on the table during dinner and smiled at the thought of mentioning it now.

But instead he gripped his spoon rather more tightly than before and concentrated on eating his soup, trying not to look up at his mother & sibling. And he was noticeably quiet.

"Are you alright, dear?" Hilda asked her son, as she used her hands to manoeuvre her enormous breasts apart and create a space between them for the soup bowl.

Then she placed the bowl so that it rested snugly in her cleavage and wrapped her tits snugly around it. It was an age old method of eating soup for the Humper women. Not only did it keep the soup warm, but it saved reaching all that way passed their breasts and reduced spillages.

"Don't mind him," teased Harriet. "He's just getting a big stiffie."

Hilda looked at her son and then back at her daughter with a bewildered look on her face.

"There's almost a hundred inches of titflesh on the dining table, Mama." Harriet explained. "He's only Human, after all."

"Oh is that all that's bothering you, honey?" Hilda looked back at her son. "Why, that's nothing to worry about. Your sister and I have seen a few of those in our time, haven't we, dear?"

"Just a few, Mama," Harriet laughed as she dipped some bread into her soup.

"I do not have a stiffie!" Henry protested and glared briefly at his sister. But in fact he could feel his large cock expanding even while he was denying it. It wasn't fully erect yet and he was desperately trying to think of things to keep it down. Basketball... No, not basketball; the huge rubber balls reminded him of his sister's tits... Baseball, then, and flower arranging, stamp collecting - anything that might bore him back into flaccidity. But it wasn't working very well.

"No?" Harriet continued to tease him as she put down the bread and picked up her spoon. Foregoing the Humper method, she left the bowl of soup on the table before her breasts and reached for it with her spoon.

"Ooops!" Harriet cried as she deliberately spilled a large amount of soup from the spoon onto her nipple. "How clumsy of me." Then, giving her brother a long, slow look, she lifted up her breast to her mouth and inserted the whole nipple into her mouth. "Mmmmmm!!!!" Harriet moaned exaggeratingly as she sucked off the soup and began licking all around her nipple, pretending to have found some more. "Oh, this soup is delicious." She hadn't taken her gaze from her brother for a second. "How about now?"

Henry felt his cock rise up despite all his best efforts to the contrary. At its full 12 inches, it was now pushing painfully against his boxers and in danger of ruining them.

"Oh, Harriet," Hilda slapped her daughter on the forearm, playfully. "Stop teasing your brother. Now listen, both of you. As I said before, I have something to tell you."

Harriet let her breast fall back to the table with an audible whump and picked up the French bread once more. "What is it, Mama?"

"We're having a guest coming to stay," Hilda explained. "And... I know I wouldn't usually have to ask... but... I want you to be on your best behaviour."

"Who's coming to stay, Mom?" Henry was visibly pleased by the change in the conversation.

"Your Aunt Beth."

"Aunt Beth!" The Humper children gasped together.

Hilda looked saddened and a little nervous as she once more told her children the story of their Aunt Elizabeth...

Beth was Hilda's older sister. She was rarely mentioned, and then only in hushed tones. Beth had taken a vow of chastity and entered a convent over twenty years earlier. The children had never met her, and all they knew about her was what their mother and grandfather had told them. Their grandmother blankly refused to acknowledge that she even had another daughter.

Beth took after her father's side of the family in looks, and after her mother's in temperament. Had it been the other way round things may have happened very differently, but as it was Beth was profoundly jealous of her little sister and argued incessantly with her mother. Only her father could reason with her, and he hadn't the strength of will to make her do anything she didn't want to do.

While pretty, Beth had almost no chest at all for a Humper girl. At eighteen she comfortably fitted into a D cup, while the sixteen year old Hilda was clearly busting out of her 34GG bra.

All the boys she dated suddenly seemed to lose interest in her after meeting Hilda, until she finally gave up dating altogether.

Their mother, June, had tried to encourage her. She tried to teach her the best way to suck wee wees, and how to use her tiny breasts to best advantage. She even suggested Beth join some gangbangs with her sister, Hilda, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Then, at the age of twenty, came the day Beth took her vows. It had almost destroyed her mother, and the two hadn't spoken since. Hilda had taken the news about her sister a little better, but was shunned by Beth, who saw her as a terrible sinner and even called her a 'scourge of mankind' (Hilda couldn't actually deny that. The boys did so enjoy being titty-whipped by her).

Beth volunteered for missionary work in Africa and had not returned to the States in many, many years. At first her only contact with the Humper family was through her father, Ward, an easy-going man who Beth saw as an innocent victim of her mother's adulterous adventures. Ward would occasionally talk to Hilda about her sister's letters, but never to his wife, who would refuse to listen to any conversation about her elder daughter.

Things changed a little once Harriet and Henry were born. Despite her strong disapproval of Hilda, Beth was delighted to hear that she was an aunt. She began to correspond with her sister, to ask how the children were, and had been doing so ever since.

"That's a very sad story, Mama," Harriet sighed.

"But at least Auntie Beth writes to you, now," Henry tried to cheer his mother.

"Well, yes..." Hilda paused, unsure how to continue. "There is something I... erm... haven't told you about that."

Harriet and Henry waited silently for their mother to continue.

"You see... You know how your aunt feels about fucking... Well... in my letters I told her you were both... virgins."

"Virgins!" The children couldn't believe their ears.

"But, Mama," Harriet looked bemused. "I've been enjoying playing with wee wees for at least five years now.

"And I've been playing hide the sausage with girls for almost a year," Henry agreed.

"I know," Hilda sighed. "And I'm very pleased my babies are enjoying themselves with the local boys and girls but what could I tell your Auntie Beth? If I told her the truth she'd have stopped writing. She's my sister. I couldn't bear not hearing from her."

"Surely she's not that strict about sex?" Henry wondered. "I mean... even the occasional hand job?"

"And she couldn't possibly object to titty-fucking, surely?" Harriet asked, disbelievingly.

"She even disagrees with sucking on wee wees," Hilda explained.

"No!" The children cried together.

"But even the President says that's not sexual," Harriet continued. "It's just having fun."

"Your Aunt Beth disapproves of any contact between boys and girls until they're married," Hilda continued to explain. "And even then only between each other."

"But what are you going to do, Mom?" Henry asked. "She'll find out that you've been lying to her."

"No!" Hilda almost snapped back. "She mustn't find out. She has to believe that you're both erm... well... untouched." Hilda looked at the disapproval in the faces of both her children. "Please. For me. I don't want to lose touch with my sister again."

"We'll do it, Mama," Henry smiled.

Harriet took a little longer to convince but eventually she sighed "Oh, all right."

Part 02

Beth Humper had returned to the States for a minor operation to her right ear. It had been a success but, in addition to a partial loss of hearing, she had been having dizzy spells and needed a few days rest to recover her strength before flying back to Africa. She had asked to be able to stay with Hilda and meet the children and, despite some fears, Hilda was only too pleased to see her sister again after so many years apart.

Several days later the rest of the Humper family were waiting for their guest in their front garden. They were all dressed up in their finest, if dullest, clothing in order to make the best possible impression.

Henry wore a very plain dark suit, while his sister wore an even plainer sweater and an ankle-length skirt. She also had her hair tied up into a very studious-looking bun. She had, however, point blankly refused the glasses Henry had been goading her into wearing.

Hilda had spent hours finding the right outfit for Harriet, yet the effect they were trying to create just didn't quite work. "This is the most unflattering outfit I could find," she sighed when Harriet was trying it on the night before. "But there's just no hiding those big 44 inch tits of yours."

Hilda herself wore a pink two-piece trousers suit. It was about as modest an outfit as she owned, yet the top was still cut exceedingly low and looked as though it contained two absurdly over-inflated pink basketballs.

"Why aren't you wearing one of these, Mama?" Harriet had asked.

"It's too late for me to impress your Aunt Beth now," she replied. "Besides that was the largest size they had in the store and I don't think it's built to take on these babies." And she indicated her own enormous breasts.

Hilda had given both her children a strong talking to in preparation for the visit and introduced a number of temporary rules:-

1) No wandering around the house naked, semi-naked or even slightly naked

2) All pin-ups & sex toys to be hidden away

3) No staying out late & coming home looking 'dishevelled'

4) No girlfriends or boyfriends in the house

5) No messing with milkmen, postmen or paperboys

6) Any 'self-enjoyment' restricted to the bedroom and only in silence

7) Disconnect cable TV

The taxi arrived late in the afternoon and two figures climbed out. The taxi driver helped Beth out of the cab and along the pavement toward the front gate where the Humpers were waiting for her.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Hilda and Harriet moaned quietly together as they eyed the driver. He was in his early thirties and rather thin, but not unhandsome. He wore an identity badge that declared his name as Simon Quick. Then Hilda caught herself and quickly shot Harriet a warning glance.

"Beth!" Hilda cried and ran forward to meet her sister. There were tears in her eyes as she took hold of Beth and gave her an enormous hug.

"Hello, Hilda," Beth replied civilly, but without the emotion her sister had shown. Her eyes widened for a moment as she took in her sister's huge bust. It was even larger than she'd remembered. "And these must be Harriet and Henry," and her gaze shifted to the two younger Humpers.

"Hello," Henry called out cheerily.

"Welcome to our home," Harriet smiled, and the two children both gave their aunt a hug.

"Ohhhhhh! How I've waited to meet you both," Beth's face broke out into a huge grin and she just stood and stared proudly at her new-found relations. "You look just like your mother described." She glanced momentarily at Harriet's undisguisable chest. "Well, almost..." she continued quietly.

"Now, how much do we owe you?" Hilda turned to the silently staring taxi driver. "Erm... hello..." she continued when he didn't reply.

Simon gradually realized the blonde goddess before him was trying to attract his attention. Actually she already had his full and undivided attention, but it was restricted to her spectacularly over-developed torso. Were those her tits? They couldn't be, could they? Tits just weren't that big...

"Oh... erm..." he gradually dragged his eyes up to look at Hilda's face. "$32.75."

Beth began to reach for her purse, but Hilda wouldn't hear of it. "No, no," she insisted. "I'll get this," and she reached into her huge cleavage and began fishing around for the four ten-dollar bills she'd placed there that morning.

One... two... Hilda pulled out three banknotes from her vast décolletage, but the fourth remained elusive. Simon's eyes began to water as he watched Hilda's hand, wrist and finally her entire forearm disappear without trace between her enormous breasts.

"I'm terribly sorry," Hilda sighed. "I know there's another bill here somewhere. But it's got lost somewhere between my ti..."

A sudden cough from Harriet caused Hilda to look up for a moment. She followed her daughter's gaze, saw the stern look her sister was giving her, and quickly pulled her arm out from between her tits.

"I'm sorry. Here's thirty dollars. I'll erm... find the rest in just a moment." She handed the money to the taxi driver, noticing that he seemed to be sweating quite profusely, and that his eyes were watering. They also appeared to be bobbing up and down as if he didn't have control of them. "Are you feeling OK, sugar?"

"Er... n... no, er... yes," Simon stuttered. "I... I'm fine, honestly..."

"Well come on in for a moment while we find the rest of your money."

With the introductions completed they all went inside. Harriet was hovering noticeably near the taxi driver, but Hilda gave her a sharp look and entrusted him to Henry. "Show this gentleman through to the lounge would you, please, Henry."

Then Hilda took Beth by the arm and escorted her off to the room that had been prepared for her, leaving Harriet to watch over the dinner.

As they left, Harriet gave her mother a secret agonized look. She had promised to be good, but no one said it would be easy.

"You know, Hilda," Beth smiled as she climbed the stairs behind her sister. "I must confess that I had the teeniest doubt in my mind that told me you'd made all those letters up."

"Oh, really?" Hilda was glad she was in front and Beth couldn't see the worried expression on her face.

"Silly of me, wasn't it?" Beth continued. "They're delightful. I don't know how you did it. I underestimated you."

"Oh, I didn't do so much," Hilda put on her best nervous smile and turned momentarily to her sister. "They're good Humper kids."

"That's what I was afraid of..." Beth sighed.

"Here's your room," Hilda was delighted to be able to change the conversation as she led the nun into her room.

Until a few nights ago it had been an 'entertaining' room and it had taken considerable time to make it suitable for Beth to stay in. Now it was a very comfortable bedroom, if rather plain.

Hilda looked around the room, proudly, as Beth walked up to the window to take a look out at the view. She hoped it met with her sister's approval, after all their effort. The carpet had needed a thorough shampoo to remove all the cum stains and the sheets had been past saving.

It was then that her face froze with horror! For there under the dressing table was one of Harriet's old toys.

Most children's toys were harmless enough, but not this one. It was a monster 12 inch black dildo, thick as her wrist and complete with a head just like a man's wee wee!

One sight of that and the game would be up!

Hilda quickly and quietly moved over to the offending object, grabbed it, and pushed it down into her cleavage. 'Thank goodness for my 51 inch babies' she thought to herself as the huge object was swallowed up completely by her even huger breasts. In moments it was safely out of sight.

Hilda stood and turned back toward the window just in time to avoid suspicion as Beth turned her attention back to the room.

"Thank you, Hilda," she smiled. "I'm sure I'll be most comfortable here."

Hilda barely suppressed a smile as she thought about the room's history. 'You wouldn't be,' she thought. 'If you knew what we do in here.' But what she said was, "I'm glad you like it. I'll just go and ask Henry to bring your things up. Then we'll leave you to unpack and I'll get back to the dinner."

Henry had escorted Simon through to the lounge as his mother had asked. There they sat chatting about nothing for a few minutes until Hilda arrived and asked Henry to take Beth's bags up to her room.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, honey," Hilda leaned over and rested her hands on her knees as she spoke to the taxi driver, her humungous breasts threatening to tumble out of her top at any moment. "I must get back to the dinner but I'll just ask my daughter to come and take care of you."




Guess Who's Cumming to Dinner



Robert Parker sat in his recliner and tried to watch the football game. In reality he spent more time looking at the clock than he did the television. He was dreading Thanksgiving dinner this year mainly because his college freshman daughter, Tina, was bringing her new boyfriend. His wife, Diane, had only told him that Tina was very excited about getting to introduce him to the family. Robert struggled to remember the boyfriend's name. Jerry or Justin? It was definitely a "J" name. Diane said that every time Tina mentioned him she giggled like a school girl with a secret. While it is to be expected that a father worries about his oldest daughter away at college it was more of a concern knowing that Tina was exceptionally beautiful and dressed for attention. At twenty-three years old she was twice the looker her mother had been at that age, not that Diane didn't turn her share of heads, and still did truth be told. But Tina had the type of body that every man dreams of: nice round ass, full bouncing breasts and a body that was fit without being overly thin. He thought about the way she brushes her light brown hair back over her shoulder. "I bet that just drives them wild" he thought. On top of her looks Tina had a good head on her and he knew she could make something of herself. That is, if she didn't get mixed up with some loser that will just drag her down. 

He shook his head and tried to think about better things. From where he sat he could see into the kitchen and he watched Diane bend over to check the turkey. He was still just as attracted to his wife as he'd ever been but the last several years their sex life had become almost non-existent. He knew he couldn't totally blame her for it he was frequently tired or interested in other things. Robert yelled for his other daughter, Krissy, and she came bounding into the living room.

"Yes, Daddy", the newly eighteen year old bubbled.

"What time did your sister say she would be here?" 

"Four-thirty, Mom said."

He sighed heavily, "she better not be late for dinner this year. We escaped thes for once and I want to enjoy it."

"You stress too much, Daddy," she told him as she turned back toward the kitchen. Robert noticed that her skirt was a little shorter than he liked on his daughter. It was bad enough that she always wore that old blue sweater that was now two sizes too small but now she adds a plaid skirt to it and comes off looking like the catholic school girls from those cheap porn movies. 

"You need to change clothes before they get here."

He watched her pretend to be too interested in what her mother was doing to hear him. He started to yell again but was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. "Hello? Everyone decent?" 

Robert groaned as he lifted himself out of the chair and headed for the hall. He was always delighted to see his oldest daughter but the joy was short lived.

"Dad, this is Justin. Justin, this is my dad," she gestured like she was excited but her face showed her nervousness. Robert stuck out his hand but could not quite manage to hide his expression of disappointment. Justin was about six three and looked to be about two twenty. What rubbed Robert the wrong way was that he looked more than a couple years older than Tina. 

"Nice to meet you, Justin," he said almost coldly. Justin shook his hand but said nothing he merely returned the look of disappointment. Sensing the growing tension, Tina pulled Justin toward the kitchen.

"Come on, babe, let's go meet Mom and Sis."

Everyone was gathered around the table anxiously as Diane brought in the last of the side dishes. Robert was hungry but his mind was focused on Justin. He wanted Tina to bring home a med student or a law school hopeful not someone that looks like they've been fired as much as they've been hired. Justin had walked back into the living room while Tina was catching up with the girls in the kitchen. Robert had tried to at least have a conversation with him but Justin only grunted in response. Now, here he sat, around a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner trying to pretend that all is well. 

The longer they sat there the more Robert noticed that Justin had no problem talking to Diane and Krissy but couldn't say more than three words to him. To make matters more frustrating Justin seemed to interrupt every time he tried to ask Tina about school. Finally, about a half hour into dinner, Robert had had enough. He started to ask Justin just what the hell he thought he was doing in his house but caught himself.

"What happened to that judge's son you were seeing?"

Tina shot him a dirty look.

"I was just thinking about that the other day. What was his name again?"

This time the dirty look came from Diane. 

"Who can remember, Robert? Besides, Tina has obviously moved on."

"Yeah, Robert, she's happier now anyway," Justin spat. Robert was shocked that he would suddenly bring this disrespectful tone out in the open. 

"I don't believe I was talking to you, Justin. Furthermore, I certainly don't appreciate the way you address me in my house." "Dad, will you just stop? He's just sticking up for me," Tina protested. 

"Sticking up for you? To your father? I'm the one that is looking out for you. You know you have a lot of potential, Tina, and I don't want to see you getting taken advantage of."

Tina's eyes were shiny with slowly forming tears. Before she could respond Justin stood up.

"I think we should go."

"She doesn't have to go anywhere. We're her family, you're the one not welcome."

Tina got up and threw her napkin onto the table. 

"Where are you going? You're actually going to leave your family to be with this guy?"

"Robert, please calm down. This is just a misunderstanding," Diane said softly, trying not to antagonize anyone further.

"I don't know what she would see in you anyway."

Tina and Justin were turning to head for the door when Justin suddenly stopped. Robert froze expecting a violent reaction. 

"You want to know what she sees in me," Justin snarled. "I can show you why she's with me."

"Baby, don't. You don't have to play his game, let's just get out of here."

"No, I don't think so. I think your dad needs a reality check. He thinks he has it all figured out. He knows what's best for his precious girl and he knows all the things she needs."

Before anyone could figure out what was happening Justin undid his pants and pulled out his enormous cock. Robert was instantly furious, he knew that Justin had no class whatsoever but he was shocked at how disgusting a display this was. Tina stood frozen in disbelief. Diane gasped and tried to cover Krissy's eyes.

"And another thing, I didn't latch on to her or try to take advantage of something she had. She pursued me. That's right, when she heard about this monster she tracked me down and threw herself at me."

Tina grabbed Justin by the arm and shook him. "What are you doing? You can't tell them that!"

Justin spun her around and pushed her forward onto the table. Robert jumped to his feet but was immediately pushed back into his chair.

"Sit the fuck down, I want you to see why she chose me over you."

Tina struggled frantically but she had no chance against Justin. He pulled her dress up and threw it onto her back. Diane could not believe her eyes, her oldest daughter was about to get raped right here on the dining room table. Robert's mind raced, he glanced at his wife who was transfixed on Tina. Krissy fought against her mother to uncover her eyes. Robert was about to make a second attempt at defending his child when he saw Tina's expression change. Seconds before she was writhing and yelling to be let go but she suddenly stopped and put her face down. 

"See that? And I'm not even in there yet."

Robert saw a look on Tina's face that could have either been the most terrible pain or the most amazing pleasure. Justin grunted as he pushed deeper into her exposed pussy. When he started to pull out she whimpered. 

"Something wrong, baby," Justin said with a wide grin. "Do you still want to go?"

Tina said no words, but barely audible sounds were coming from her mouth. Justin pushed all the way inside her and she moaned in obvious ecstasy. 

"If you still want to go I can pull out right now and we can go."

Tina mumbled something that no one could understand.

"What was that, baby?"

"I don't want to go, please don't stop," she yelled. 

Robert's blood ran cold; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. This wasn't possible. His sweet young Tina was moaning and grunting like a whore for this worthless excuse for a man. 

"Do you get it now, Robert? Now do you see what really matters to a woman?"

Robert's anger had now almost completely dissolved into horror and sadness.

"She doesn't need your protection and she doesn't need some small dick faggot judge's son." He slammed into her harder with every sentence. At time Robert couldn't make out what he was saying over the sound of his daughter's sex sounds. Robert saw his wife crying and muttering to herself and knew he had to do something. Justin was taking long strokes in an effort to show off his conquest to Robert. Robert watched helplessly as this ungodly appendage was being forced into his daughter. Tina had not made a sound for moment or two when Robert noticed the glistening fluid running down her inner thigh. As Justin was repositioning Tina, Robert stood and swung at him. Trying to hold on to Tina and dodge Robert's attack caused him to lose his balance and fall forward pushing Tina on top of Robert as he fell back into his chair. Robert was now trapped as Tina was resting her weight on the arms of his chair. Justin laughed loudly at the fact that he could not have planned that better. He drove deep into Tina causing her to cry out right in Robert's face. He reached forward and tore open her blouse letting her smooth white tits fall free. Tina looked at her father through half closed eyes. Her expression was one of helplessness. She was ashamed and embarrassed but unable and unwilling to do anything about it. 

Robert tried to look anywhere and everywhere except in front of him. Krissy had now pulled Diane's hand from her eyes and sat staring at Justin's assault on her big sister. From the corner of his eye Robert could see Tina's breasts swaying and shaking. He tried to ignore the way she bit her lip just like Diane used to when they were first married. Robert squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth in futile anger. He could at least take comfort in the fact that in couldn't get any worse. His eyes jerked open at the sound of Tina screaming. Only inches away she screamed, rocked by the most powerful orgasm yet. She went limp and fell on top of her father. She caught herself on his leg but in doing so tore open the zipper of his pants. Robert's average sized erection, that he had been trying to conceal for the past few moments, sprang out almost hitting his daughter in the chin. Tina jumped upright, the look of confusion on her face sent waves of sheer terror through Robert. He felt the need to cry out an explanation, but there was none to give. Tina's eyes went wide as she put her thoughts together.

"Oh, my God! Dad!"

Robert looked at Diane and tried to speak but nothing would come out. He stared into his wife's confused daze as if he could will it not to be true.

"You're fucking hard," Tina screamed. This depraved realization was the one thing to over power the pounding Justin was giving her but was the last thing anyone wanted. 

Robert watched Diane's face show a mixture of anger, sadness and an almost blank look of begging. He knew she was begging, just like him, for this to not be happening. On top of everything else, this was the worst that either of them could imagine. Robert saw Krissy's look of disgust as he turned to face Tina. Tears were now streaming down her face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? How could you," she started to sob, her cries intermittently broken by orgasm.

"You are one sick mother fucker, Robert. You actually get off on watching me fuck the shit out of your daughter. I bet you want a piece of this, don't you?"

"I would never!"

Justin pulled Tina's arms behind her causing her to fall tits first on Robert's throbbing dick. Justin's forceful thrusts were rubbing her tits up and down her father's shaft. Robert was lost. He was now without any shred of plan to end this. He just wanted to run out the door and not look back. He wanted to avoid the reality of what was happening and what his family now thought of him. 

"You son of a bitch," he heard his wife say. He wanted to respond but was trying his best to ignore the attention his member was receiving. 

"Come on, Robert. You can't ignore tits like those. I bet you've dreamed about shooting your load across them many times." Justin shook his head, "I don't know how you stand it. She's your own flesh and blood but you're focused on her tits."

Robert looked down at his daughter now trying her best to keep her face up. 

"Why don't you help him out, Tina? Just stuff that thing in your mouth like he's begging you to do." 

Tina started to cuss him when he grabbed her hair and shoved her forward. Robert couldn't remember the last time he was this hard. The skin felt like it was going to tear away then suddenly the hot wet twenty-three year old mouth he had fed engulfed him to the base. He moaned out load unable to stop himself. He grabbed Tina's hair in what started to be an attempt to pull her off but ended up being the grip that kept her from escaping his massive load. Tina gagged and coughed as Robert came harder than he ever had in his life. The first load hit the back of her throat and choked her, the second filled her mouth to capacity. She managed to spit out her fathers cock and coughed his thick cum all over the front of him. The third stream hit her in the face making her jump backward not realizing that Robert was in the middle of an overwhelming orgasm and unable to let go of her hair. The fourth and fifth streams hit her hair and cheek. Robert let go of her as soon as he regained control of his motor skills. 

"I knew that's what you wanted, Robert. You finally got it. How long have you dreamed of that moment?"

Robert could offer no argument. Maybe this had indeed been some dark subconscious fantasy he never knew. He was lost in thought, motionless as cum ran down his shirt and his daughter fell to the floor crying. He saw Tina leaning against the leg of the dining room table sobbing but was unable to recognize it as reality. It was as if he were outside of himself lacking the ability to control his thoughts and actions. Justin stood in front of him slowly stroking his still hard cock. Robert had never been self conscious about the size of his penis before. It was just over average size and he'd never had any complaints from his wife or the women he dated before. Now, however, as he sat face to face with a true monster dick he was embarrassed. He tried to subtly cover himself. This wonder of an endowment was able to control any woman it wanted while he wasn't even able to resist the abomination just committed. 

"See something you like," Justin chided. 

Robert realized that he'd been staring at Justin's cock. He immediately looked away. 

"I don't blame you. My cock can do things for women that you could only dream about."

Justin was now running his hand the full length of his manhood showing off its length occasionally he would pause at the base to make it swell a bit more. 

"It looks like you're not the only one interested."

Robert looked at Diane and Krissy, both had their eyes locked on Justin's groin. While Diane was almost expressionless, Krissy's was one of nervous anticipation. 

"Do you like it, Diane?"

Robert silently prayed that she would ignore him or better yet berate him for even suggesting it. She said nothing and looked at the floor. 

"It's alright, Mrs. Parker. You've missed out on who knows what pleasures to be married to a sick fuck that fantasizes about his own daughter."

Justin stepped around the table and stood in front of Diane. She raised her eyes level with his jutting erection. Robert could see the conflicting emotions reflected in her gaze. 

"Dear, you don't have to listen to him."

"Robert, I don't think anyone wants to hear anything from you right now. I'm trying to find out what she wants. We've already learned your fantasy now let's hear what she needs."

Diane looked slightly more defiant, her head lifted slightly. 

"You can touch it if you want."

Robert was overcome with panic waiting for her reaction. She hesitated for a moment and then slowly reached out for it. Justin moved his hips slightly so that his dick was pointed straight at her. Diane touched the head and instinctively started to recoil before wrapping her fingers around Justin's offering. Her mannerisms changed in a flash, she now appeared more at ease and interested. She ran her hand slowly down to the base noting that her finger tips barely touched. Robert heard her inhale sharply trying to control herself. 

"Your hands are so soft, Diane."

Diane smiled sheepishly and increased her speed a little.

"That feels great. Do you like my cock?"

She slowly shook her head in agreement.

"Don't be shy, tell me that you like it."

"I like it," she mumbled.

"What do you like," he asked looking down at her.

"Your penis."

Justin laughed making her feel foolish. She started to let go of him but he held her hand in place. He slid her hand down as far as he could letting her feel the pressure of his hardness and see the full size.

"This is much too big to be just a penis. Don't you think?"

Diane was breathing heavy now and could only nod.

"Now tell me what you like."

"I like your cock."

Justin smiled and glanced over at Robert. Before he could continue she spoke again.

"I like your big hard cock," she mewled licking her lips. 

"Very nice, someone is loosening up. What would you like to do with this big hard cock?"

Diane said nothing but slid gracefully off of her chair and onto her knees. 

"Diane, please, I am so sorry, don't do this," Robert cried.

Diane looked at him and did not break eye contact as she slid Justin into her mouth. Robert's heart shattered. He knew that what he had done was unforgivable but this was more than he could take. He couldn't believe his beautiful wife of twenty-six years was taking another man so willingly. He wanted her to be better than he had been, able to resist the temptations that had destroyed their family so easily. Maybe she was stronger and maybe she was able to resist but chose not to as a way of punishing him. He saw flashes of something much darker than anger and resentment in his wife's eyes as she stared at him while forcing her mouth wider for Justin. Robert tried to look away but found only Tina's glare more menacing. Diane's eyes were now closed as she focused herself on worshipping this marvelous piece of meat. Her moans were muffled and saliva dripped from her chin as she tried her best to deep throat him. 

"You are amazing, Diane, you must really be enjoying this. When was the last time you had sex with your husband?"

"I don't know, it's been a long time."

"Did he make you cum?"

"Sometimes, but sometimes it was too short to focus on me."

"Were you ever as turned on as you are right now?"

"Oh, God no, I've never wanted something this badly. I want you to show me what I've been missing, Justin. I spent so much time trying to make sure my husband was happy I ignored my own desires."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me right here and fuck me until I can't handle any more." She tried once again to swallow his cock whole. "I want you to stretch my pussy with this massive cock. I want you to show me how a woman should feel."




Guess Who's Cumming to Dinner



Justin grabbed her by the shoulders and stood her up. He kissed her deeply as she put her arms around him. He moved to the other side of her and sat in her chair pulling her down onto his lap. Robert's begging was mostly incoherent weeping as he watched his wife lift her dress and lower herself onto the head of Justin's dick. Justin skillfully pulled her panties to the side and began rubbing his cockhead on her slit. As soon as the head began to push into her dripping pussy she began to shake. Her entire body tingled with a lust she couldn't fight; her eyes were wide and her muscles tense. By the time he had three inches in her she was cumming hard. She had never been this wet and had no problem sliding further onto him. She mumbled and moaned various profanities to no one in particular. 

"Oh, yes, this is amazing. I love your cock," she screamed, suddenly lifting herself up and dropping onto his crotch. Justin held her hips and guided her toward yet another orgasm. 

"Careful not to stretch that pussy out too much or else you won't even notice your husband's little dick."

"He'll never get this pussy again. Now I know what a real man's cock is like."

Robert winced at her insults but dared not say anything. Diane was riding Justin's cock hard but slowed to turn to Robert. 

"I was just going to fuck Justin to make you suffer but I had no idea he would be so much better than you. I would do anything to keep my pussy this full from now on."

Robert looked down at the floor and tried not to hear his wife's voice.

"And you're just going to sit there and let it happen aren't you? Is it because you know you deserve worse than this or is it that you really are that pathetic?" She started to say something else but Justin drove his cock deep into her cunt. He suddenly lifted her up and leaned her onto the table. He pounded her relentlessly, her moans coming so close together they became a constant wail. He pulled out suddenly and told her to take her clothes off and she quickly obeyed. He pushed her against the table and kissed down her neck. He pushed her backward onto the table and stood between her thighs letting his member rest on her pelvis. She ran her fingers up its length not comprehending how he was still going strong. She lifted her hips and pushed the bulbous head back into her pussy. 

"You know you're going to make me cum, don't you?"

Diane's eyes lit up and she smiled wide. 

"Where do you want to cum," she panted.

He lunged forward burying his entire length in one stroke. Her scream was loud enough to make Robert wonder if the neighbors could hear them. 

"I don't know. What do you think, Robert," he asked with out turning to look at him. 

Robert watched his wife's feet flail in the air and her naked ass slide on the table top. He thought of all the things he had never had to chance to do to her body. He was brought back to reality by Justin's grunting. Robert knew that he was close to shooting his load and was thankful that this was almost over. "I want you on your knees with your mouth open," he commanded as he pulled out of Diane. She jumped off the table and dropped to the floor. She latched onto his pulsating cock and began stroking furiously. She glanced toward Robert to make sure she had his attention.

"Do you want to watch me drink his cum, baby," she mocked. She stroked Justin while continuing to talk to Robert. "He just gave me the best fuck of my life by far." She took a moment to lick his balls before continuing, "Tina, why don't you come over here and help me get him off?" 

Tina crawled over to her side still soaked with tears but eager to focus on something else. Diane sucked the head into her mouth as Tina ran her tongue over his balls. Diane was now jacking him as fast as she could while Tina looked up at Justin.

"Give it to us, Justin, shoot it all over your two filthy sluts."

Justin yelled as thick ropes of cum exploded onto Diane's forehead. Before he could shoot again Tina moved her open mouth into position to catch a mouthful of their pearly reward. Justin took over stroking as stream after stream shot out onto the two women. Robert saw his wife and his first born both splattered with hot sperm. He could only stare silently as they giggled and purred in satisfaction. Robert just hung his head and cried.



Guess Who's Cumming to Dinner



I've longed for an intense and powerful connection and quite frankly had given up hope ever to find a lasting bond so this first meeting was highly anticipated.

We decided to meet at a local designer dessert place near my home in the late afternoon. The day was quite cool, the skies were high and clear, the sun beat down and not a hint of breeze anywhere to be found. I decided to walk to try and digest my plan for the evenings events. Tea and dessert were just that; a prelude to the dinner plans I had laid out earlier in the day. I arrived first and took a seat facing a window where the sun was pouring in and embraced me with a warmth I imagined her body would feel like nestled into mine. It wasn't long before the bell over the doorway signaled her arrival. She looked quite conservative and very pretty dressed nicely in her buttoned up blouse and skirt. She looked so natural and I could tell she had paid special attention when considering her look for our date. She glanced my way immediately with a wry smile of nerves crossing her face. I stood, took a few steps to greet her, carefully taking her by the wrists, folding her arms behind her and into a deep embrace. Leading her over to the window I slid out her chair to invite her into a seat across from mine. It was uneasy at first but once we were served the conversation flowed as I anticipated it would. Small talk was the order of the day to begin with but the flow of words came natural as we settled into a new comfort level.

Gawd, we laughed.

We laughed so hard we became a distraction to the other patrons but didn't really give a damn as here were two fully mature adults acting like giddy teenagers with tears falling down our cheeks in delight.

Hours melted by; the sun started to set and the light streamed through the window behind her. She wasn't aware but I surely was of the shine that pierced through the fabric of her blouse and outlined perfectly the shape of her breasts. I reached across the table, I took her hand in mine pulling her arm toward me. Discreetly with a fork hidden in my other hand I ran the prongs down her outstretched arm from her bicep to inside her elbow, along her forearm and across her wrist. Her eyes opened like saucers as goosebumps ran free decorating her skin. Her head dropped with her eyes self conscientiously focused on her nipples as she must have felt them harden from the digging of the prongs. In this moment our entire dynamic had changed and her ripe, hard nipples gave proof. Lifting her head from under her chin, my eyes shifted to the other arm and she immediately threw it out for me to take.

"Look me in the eyes and don't fucking move." as the fork traced down her other arm.

I thought her nipples were solid and defined with the first passing of the fork but with the next bid digging in they stood piercing through her blouse and begged to be used. The silence was deafening as the tension grew and I sensed the prongs leaving a trail of red welts traveling down her outstretched arm. I could feel her feet shuffle under the table and her arm resisting as the bites sunk deeper never losing the gaze between us. I was not going to let go nor was I going to back off the pressure until I received the compliant whimper I solicited and just then she complied with a tiny winded little moan.

"Dinner at my place. I think you'll like what I'm serving." I explained in a calmed tone.

*"You'll be my plaything. Your body will be my playground just as your arms were here and now.

Is this understood?"* I growled at her lowly.

Through a muffled breath she whimpered all she could muster "Yes Sir."

It was time for the walk back to my place for dinner where I had everything laid out. As we approached the front door to leave I leaned in and told her,

"You won't need your panties for the walk home."

"Now quickly off to the ladies room and bring those fucking panties back to me."

It was only few minutes and she reappeared with her panties bunched up in her fist to hand over. I took them, folded them neatly and used them as a pocket puff in my sports jacket. As we sauntered down the street I took my hand, rode it up her back and firmly placed my hand in the back of her hair to grip lightly and discreetly for the walk to my place in complete silence.

Once in the door I told her I had a seat waiting for her and she'd need to be readied for dinner. The chair was my office chair that happened to have rolling casters. Placing her, I took her wrists and cuffed them with leather restraints behind the chair. Sliding her shoes from her feet I tied her ankles to the post underneath. One final touch was to blindfold her and now roll her up to the dining room table.

"You will sit here like a good girl until I reveal the table setting I've prepared for you." I explained.

She remained quiet as I set the table and was forced to listen to each piece being laid out. The first piece was simple enough placing a large dinner plate and smaller salad plate down. In place of a traditional forks I laid down a wartenberg wheel and generous craving fork, in place of a spoon a wooden paddle. The knife positions were just that however a rather large carving knife becomes so much more ominous especially when her sister is a small leather sharpening strap. She started to shuffle in her chair and was showing impatience so I traveled in behind her, formed a grip around her throat, leaned and whispered.

"Is my little girl getting impatient and hungry?"

"Perhaps you'd be a little more comfortable if I were to dress you down slightly." as I began undoing each one of the buttons on her blouse.

This immediately got her attention and her breathing quickened as my grip tightened with each button undone. Her blouse fell open and my hands went directly to her breasts tearing at them, sinking my finger tips into her generous mounds of flesh while lifting her bra over now heaving breasts. She looked gorgeous bound, blindfolded and disheveled and it ignited my desire to hurt her. A mix of pleasure and pain were on the menu and having knowledge of what was to be fueled me.

Next I placed three spotless crystal glasses to the top right corner above the plate and filled each one to the brim anticipating keeping her hydrated. Along the top of the plate I carefully laid down a crop and cane running across the entire setting. For the final touches I had craved out a cock shaped piece of ginger root and placed it on the salad plate, added some self standing pillar candles and lit them so they could burn and start collecting pools of wax. The scent filled the air and I noticed she began a quiet quiver. Lastly on the dinner plate I placed a small nylon pussy flogger.

As I lifted the blindfold I nuzzled my face into her neck and told her with certainty, You're now my playground.

You will pay for your pleasure with pain and in the end you'll be MY wet puddled mess.

"After we've played, you will feed from me and then we'll go out to dinner.

FH^