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Till Death

By: Mistress Sierra



There was an instant connection between them from the moment they laid eyes on each other. It took Daniel a longer while to fall in love with her, but as of this day, he couldn't imagine life without her.

She'd saved him from a horrible depression. His life was so meaningless to him. He was very young when they met three years ago. He never finished high school. Somehow things just never went in his favor. So, to cover up all the pain, he used drugs. Till the day he met her, drugs were the only euphoric sensation he'd ever felt.

She turned all that around for him. She took him in, gave him love and support, fed him and gave him guidance in everything he did. She taught him responsibility for his own life, and above all, she taught him the true meaning of love.

When they first met and she'd take him into her dungeon to play, he reveled in the highs he attained when his endorphins soared. The flogging and bondage scenes seemed to set him free. But then he fell in love, and realized that it wasn't about fighting the pain, nor even giving into it. It was about her, and giving himself to her. It was about all of his emotional pain leaving him while he was in her control. He realized that when she had him bound, she cared enough about him to take his pain away from him, and replace it with love.

The energy exchange between them was explosive. He had learned to fully trust her. They'd both always been considered a little twisted by society's standards. Their fetish for blood play and their talk about death play stayed between them when they had their private talks in the bedroom. They both felt the rush of adrenaline when they discussed edge play and it would always end in some form of a passionate, exhaustive lovemaking scene.

She'd taken him as far as binding him up with needle corsets. She often ended their sexual escapades with choking him almost to the point of passing out as he came. She even cut her name and several symbols into his flesh. 

"Wow, that's so hot." He thought as he remembered feeling the hot blood dripping down his back as the scalpel cut into his skin. He remembered losing consciousness, but not falling into deep sleep. Instead, he imagined himself on the beach, listening to the waves crashing on the sand, holding her hand. He pictured the setting sun touching the horizon and kissing her ever so gently. She held him and made him feel safe. No one made fun of him while he was with her. He felt secure and comforted with her. In fact, he felt so dedicated to her that he knew he would do anything for this beautiful woman.

"I love you." He said with a gleam in his eye as she passed by him that morning to get her morning coffee. He was preparing her breakfast while she was dressing.

"Mmmm, baby, I love you, too." She said as she pecked him on the cheek then patted the skin to set the kiss in. "Smells good, what are we having today?"

"I'm making a special breakfast for you this morning. Happy birthday, Mistress." He replied.

"Ah, you remembered." She said. "I'm glad. You are so special to me. And because of that, I've got some special plans worked out for us today. I have a big surprise for you."

He flipped the cheese omelet in the skillet and turned around to face her. "What do you mean a surprise for me? It's your birthday."

"Oh yes, but these plans are special for the both of us. Do you trust me?" She asked.

"Of course, Mistress. I'd do anything for you." He beamed.

She returned his smile and they both sat down to breakfast. He waited for her to sit first, then he followed.

When they were finished, he did the dishes while she packed a bag for the both of them. Then they headed off for downtown.

Although they lived in the big city of Las Vegas, he really only lived there for her. She was a city girl and loved the glamour of the lights and nightlife. He really pined for the view of country and missed the open fields, snow and mountains. So as they passed downtown, he thought they were going to spend the day adventuring through the noisy casinos. However, she kept driving till they left the city.

He was on pins and needles by this point, wondering where she was taking them. He watched through the window, holding her hand as the scenery changed. He did love nature. Eventually, the soft motion of the car put him to sleep. When he awoke, he realized they were in Arizona. "Wow, I didn't realize we had driven so far." He said. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"It's perfectly fine, I know you work really hard for me at home and you deserve an extra little nap on occasion." She said.

They drove to a spot that was completely desolate, but breathtakingly beautiful. The brown and tan mountains in the background were stunning. It was a gorgeous day...not too cold, but still enough for a light jacket.

As they got out of the car, he retrieved her bag, and noticed that it had quite a bit of weight to it. He didn't question anything. She usually hid toys in her bag for their adventures and his heart raced at the thought of playing out here in nature under the sky with the possibility of getting caught.

She took a blanket from the car and they both walked quite a distance till they reached the spot. They set their items down and walked a few feet away. It was one of the greatest sites he'd ever seen. The Grand Canyon sprawled out beyond them for miles. He caught his breath and reached out for her, putting his arm around her. "It's so beautiful. I can't imagine a better view...you and this."

"I thought you might like this." She smiled. "I thought it would be nice to get out of that stuffy old dungeon and do some play here in the open space of nature. I know how much you like the thought of that."

"Thank you, Mistress. You are so good to me. I'm lucky to be with you."

She grabbed his hand and they headed back towards the blanket. He spread out the blanket while she unpacked their lunch. Next to the sandwiches she laid various lengths of rope and canes. She'd carefully placed them there for his imagination to take him wherever he wanted to go. They sat down and ate a wonderful lunch she'd had catered for the both of them. 

"I know your life hasn't been easy, Daniel. And I know that we've discussed many times how much we love each other. I know that you said I've changed your life and given you something to live for as well. We seem to have come to the point in our lives where we're comfortable. I'm glad to see that you've grown so much and become a stable person. It's been wonderful watching you grow. The only problem I have with that is that it's become much too complacent for me. I see that you've become the person I had intended for you to become. I'm a bit bored now that there's no more challenge in our relationship."

He looked confused. He couldn't understand why she would set up such a wonderful event just to bring him here to break up with him. "I've only done what you've asked me to do, Mistress. I am glad that you were able to help me straighten out my life. I'm not sure where you're going with this."

"I love you, Daniel. You know that. I love you more than anything or anyone I know. I can't imagine you being with anyone else. It would just break my heart." She said. As she was having this conversation, she had pulled out the rope and was tying him up. He was so stunned at what she was saying, he hardly even noticed she was gently taking off his jacket and shirt and binding him at the time. He always did go into sub space easily when the rope was on him. All he could do was follow her face, trying to read what she was trying to say. 

By this time, she had his hands firmly tied behind his back and was beginning to take off his jeans to do a rope harness around his ankles. It was tight so that he couldn't get out of the rope, but enough length that he was going to be able to walk in it. She tied a harness around his chest and waist and secured his hands behind his back to his waist. He began to shiver slightly.

"I just wish things were different." She said. "I know how hard you've tried for me. It's just become boring. I wake up and know what the day has in store for us. I know that you'll behave and that you aren't going behind my back to steal money for drugs. I know that you'll be there with dinner on the table when I get home. It's just too predictable now. The challenge has left. I just feel it's time to move on."

She gave the rope a firm tug to ensure that he was bound. That was when he realized she'd been working him into a fastened state this whole time.

"Mistress, please untie me and we'll talk about this rationally. I'd like to have a say in this." He said.

"I don't think it's really your decision for that right now. As usual, I have the upper hand again. How predictable. You're helpless and I'm in charge, once again. Do you see how easy it is for me now? The problem with all this is, I just need more." She pulled him to his feet by grabbing the rope between his hands and pulling.

"Please don't break up with me, Mistress. Where will I go? I have no job experience. I can't live without you. Please untie me. This isn't fair for you to try to put me into such a vulnerable state while we're talking about this. Please." The tears were forming in his eyes as the words she said to him began to sink in.

"Well, see that was my dilemma, Daniel. I don't know where you would go, and I'm not such a monster that I would just throw you out on the street by yourself. You mean too much to me for that. But I don't have a place for you to go, you're right. And as I said before, I don't want anyone else to have you. I just couldn't bear that. That's why we're here. I'm done with you. Today is the day we end it...for good."

His mind reeled with the incredulity of her words. "You're going to tie me up and leave me out here? Is that what you're doing?" He spat as he struggled in the rope to free himself.

She loved watching him squirm. She'd always enjoyed that part of the bondage. Watching him...so helpless and pathetic trying to escape, but never being able to free himself. Tears formed in her eyes as memories came flooding back. She caressed his face with her hand. "Oh, Daniel. I'm going to miss you so much. I know it'll be hard for me in the beginning, but I know I'll find someone else who will be able to give me the stimulation I need. I just can't go on like we have been. And yes, I am going to leave you here, but not in the way you think. I'm not just going to tie you up and leave you for the animals to get. That would be too cruel. I brought you to this place of all places, because it's beautiful and it's also going to be over quickly for the both of us."

He was shivering a lot now and the tears felt like ice running down his cheeks. She took his rope and began leading him to the edge of the canyon. "I don't want your last moments to be severe fear, Daniel. I want them to be happy moments. I want to see ecstasy on your face as the last thing I remember about you. That's why I'm going to have one last session with you, before you die."

He began to wail at hearing the words. The tears streaked his face and his moans and cries echoed below him. "No, Mistress, please. I always said I'd do anything for you, but this? Why? I can change. I can be more of a challenge, I promise."

He was shaking hard by now. She wiped away his tears while her own fell down her face. "It has to be this way. Please understand." She caressed his bare chest under her fingertips and put her hand behind his back to pull him into her. All in one swift motion, she grabbed the rope between his wrists and yanked while she put her knee behind his knees as he fell over her legs to the ground. She let him softly fall to her feet, then let go of the rope. He looked up at her helpless, begging with his eyes for mercy.

She slipped off her panties and gently glided down over his face. She felt the wetness of his tears on her thighs as she slid over his mouth. "She's going to smother me?" He questioned. She gently moved over his mouth as he licked her. She pulled his long, black hair pushing him into her, then pulled him away so he could catch his breath. "Are you going to smother me, Mistress?" Although he was so scared, he couldn't understand how he had such an erection.

"No, Daniel, I'm going to make love to you, and when we are finished and you cum, I'm going to throw you over the edge of this cliff." She lovingly told him. She sat back firmly on his face. By this time, he was crying and barely able to breathe, but he continued to lick her. She felt his sputtering under her and it just made her grind on him more. "We've discussed this before. I always told you that if I can't have you, no one will. Remember all those conversations we had about you wanting me to kill you to put you out of your misery? How many different ways we could do it so that it would look like a suicide instead of a murder? I've been thinking on this a lot. I know you still have depression issues on occasion. You try to hide it from me, but I feel your pain. I've decided that you no longer have to live like that. Your fantasy will come true today, darling."

His pounding heart made his head spin. The lack of oxygen from her sitting on his face for so long and the anxiety he felt almost made him pass out. He struggled to keep conscious. He wasn't ready for it to be over yet. He wanted to live. But he knew she always followed through with what she said. He knew they'd been talking about snuff fantasies for a long time now. He didn't understand why she would choose to do this to him when he was finally getting better, though. 

She got off him and pulled him to a standing position again. She slowly kissed him all the way from his neck, down his chest and beyond his stomach. She retrieved the blindfold from her pocket. They stared into each other's weeping eyes for a moment. Then she blocked his view with the blindfold and kissed him gently on his lips. She pulled on the rope and walked him a distance, turned him to face her, then pushed him steps backwards, carefully. "Stop...there! Don't step back any further or else you will fall over the edge, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." He stuttered. He was shaking so hard. He tried to stop trembling for fear he would lose his balance and fall. She grabbed the rope again and laid him gently on the ground. Listening to his gasps and watching his shivering told her the extreme fear he must be feeling.

"I'm going to make love to you and when you cum, Daniel, I'm pushing you over the edge. It'll all be over soon, baby. I love you." She whispered in his ear.

"Thankfully, I'm not hard." He thought. But that soon changed when she slid herself down his body to put him in her mouth. She was always too good at that. "Damn you, Daniel, you don't even have enough self-control to keep an erection away?" He asked himself.

He considered the thought of dying. He was swept away with emotion and the thought of it finally being over. His life had been very hard and he'd been through so much. If he was going to die, he couldn't think of a better person to die with, nor a better way to go. He felt the blood rushing to his cock. He loved feeling her tongue on him. She sucked and he wasn't sure he was even going to be able to hold out his orgasm till she made love to him. But then the thought of being thrown over the edge startled him back to reality and let him last a little bit longer.

She slid back up his body and placed him inside of her. She rode on top of him, slowly at first, but increased the pace. They both moaned and cried at the same time, pleading their love for each other over and over again.

He let his mind slip away. His heartbeat rising with only the thoughts of being with her. He was okay with it being over. He was ready. He knew he'd be at total peace soon.

She came closer to him, continuing to ride him. He felt her breath on his neck. She groaned and was moaning loudly as she came on top of him. He felt her juices dripping down his cock. She sat up and put her hands over his neck. She knew he was going to cum soon and knew that it only excited him more when she choked him. He struggled for air. She saw his mouth open as he tried to gasp for air, but was unable to attain any.

She felt his body tighten. She continued to pump him harder and push harder on his neck. She watched his face turn red. Her own heartbeat was beating so fast. He moved his head back and forth trying to get air, trying to fight her. She felt him get bigger inside her and she pumped him harder till he came. She quickly got off him and pushed him on his stomach, then on his back, then onto his stomach again, rolling him across the hard, sandy ground.

His mind was groggy, and he knew it was coming, but he didn't care. He was blissful. It all happened so fast. Then everything went black.

His first recollection was opening his eyes and seeing her over him. He could swear she was stroking his hair, gently coaxing him to wake up. He was confused. "What happened? Where am I?" He thought. "Is this Heaven? Am I dead?"

"Hi, baby. You passed out. Are you with me now?" She soothed him awake.

"What the...?" He said as he struggled to sit up but couldn't.

She gently sat him up and began untying the rope from his wrists. He was a bit sore and scratched up. "That was hot! Don't you think?" She said.

"What???" He questioned in total confusion. "But I thought..."

"Don't be dumb. I could never kill you. But it was the best scene you've ever had, wasn't it?" She laughed.

Till Death Do Us Part



This story is not a work of fiction. It is Michael's story and his love for Annie and how it was interrupted by her untimely death. We do not choose who we love, we just love them. We do not choose when they die, we just miss them when they're gone.

* * * * *

He stood in the elevator alone. He'd made this trip every day for a week now, never knowing if it was going to be his last. Usually there were other people on the elevator with him, People of all ages, people of different religions, people with different ethnic backgrounds, all standing on the elevator, taking the same ride, to the same ward, with the same fears, the same hesitancy, the same look of despair on their faces. 

Today he was alone. Did that have meaning? Was today's visit going to be different?

The elevator door opened and the smell of death slammed into him. It permeated his nostrils, clung to his clothes, and gathered in the back of his throat like aged milkweed. The hallway stretched before him with rooms to either side, each one leading to a personal story of tragedy. He bypassed the visitor's lounge and circled around the nurse's station. The door to his story was further up, in the next hallway. He was growing to hate the sight of stark white, even if it meant sterility. He longed for the site of dirt. Maybe mud sloshed from winter boots, colorful smudges from a palette of make-up, or burgundy stains from a spilled wineglass, anything that showed life. Life how it was a year ago.

He noticed most of the doors were closed. Death lurked. It was pungent today. It could hide in the stark white hallway drifting from room to room, but it could never lose its odor. As he neared her door, his heart sped up. Someone had left it open. His legs grew weak, his stomach churned, his palms began to sweat. Delusional anger swelled up inside of him. Didn't they know that death was prowling, seeking a place to rest? 

He rushed inside and quickly closed the door. The room was dark, the air fragrant with gardenia. It was her smell-the soft flowery, vanilla smell of white flowers. And he remembered.

* * *

"If I live to be a hundred, I will always think of you when I smell gardenias. I think the flower stole its fragrance from you." He slipped up behind and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his nose into the valley of her neck.

"Oh, Michael, I can't believe how much of a poet you are sometimes."

"It clings to your skin like dew in the morning." He inhaled and breathed the delicate scent until it seeped into his pores, savoring it before exhaling. His hands worked their way down her freshly showered skin. His fingers tingled from the heated moisture evaporating beneath his strokes. He swirled lightly around her navel and ever so gently worked his way down to the spongy pubic hair, still wet from her shower.

She leaned back against him. Her head lulled at his shoulder, and her legs opened, welcoming his touch. He willingly accepted her invitation as his fingertips danced across her labia and pirouetted between the folds. His fingers were greeted with the lush, warm pulp of her overripe pussy.

"You're all mush, Annie, so steamy and wet."

He delved further into her slit, saturating his fingers, and then brought them to his waiting mouth. He inhaled deeply the powerful elixir of Annie and gardenia, before licking his fingers clean.

She moaned.

* * *

He turned toward the desolate groan of pain, remembering where he was. Her wasted body was lost in the bed, her weight barely indenting the mattress. The white sheets blanketed her like a shroud. He wished he could just wad them up and throw them away.

He went to her side, whispering her name. He agonizingly watched for a sign that she heard him. There was only her grimace of pain. And the pallor of death. A thin layer of skin stretched over her gaunt face. Her eyelids were like parchment. Her dry and cracked lips ashen.

He reached to caress her cheek and was jarred by her frigid skin. He panicked. She was too cold. The room was like a tomb. He scrambled to the window and threw open the curtains, begging the sun to warm her. He rushed to the heater and turned it to high. He rubbed his hands together until the friction was hot and he placed them on her cheeks. He leaned over her and brought his lips to hers.

And he kissed her.

* * *

"Mmm, Annie, your lips are so soft."

"Is that a good thing?" She asked with the naiveté of an innocent. He loved her all the more for it.

"I'll let you judge for yourself." He took her face in his hands and drew her to him. He could feel her warm breath on his lips, escaping in little pants of excitement. He waited as her eyes, heavy with lust, sagged shut. He licked along her upper lip and her lips parted. He ran his tongue the length of her lower lip and then slipped between and into her mouth.

He found her tongue with his and softly dueled for space. Her mouth was moist and tasted of mint. She quickly caught on and flattened her tongue to accept his further inside. He licked the inner sides and along the gums, exploring every part before retreating. He let his lips linger over hers, gliding back and forth, before finally bussing them together in a perfectly molded kiss.

He slowly opened his eyes as he pulled back and marveled at her perfect skin, marred only by a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. He waited for her eyes to open, noticing the delicate arch of her brow and the auburn shade of her lashes.

"Annie, you can open your eyes now."

But her eyes remained closed.

* * *

He searched in the small closet and found a blanket. It was stiff from starch and an ugly pale green. He wished he'd thought to bring a quilt from home. A homemade quilt from scraps of fabric she'd collected, her old flannel nightgown, his cotton work shirt, denim from a bedraggled pair of jeans, baby clothes too stained to save, all cut in squares by her loving hands. But her quilt lay over the couch at home, where she'd left it a week ago. 

He spread the commercial blanket carefully over her body, covering up to her breast. They'd dressed her in light blue today. It cast a ghostly glow to her skin, but it was her favorite gown. An emaciated arm drooped from beneath the sheets. He lovingly gazed along its length to the once graceful hand with long, slim fingers. Her nails were yellow and bluntly cut now. He picked up her hand in his and traced along the slight groove where her wedding ring had once been. She had been devastated when the ring had slipped off and they'd thought it lost. It had been found in the laundry hamper. She'd run to her jewelry box and grabbed a gold chain, and with trembling fingers, slipped the ring on the chain, and fastened it behind her neck. She vowed never to take it off.

He lifted the collar of her gown and looked beneath. Every breath was distinct in the outline of her ribs. Her lush bosom hadn't completely melted away. Flat areola still topped small mounds of breast tissue. The ring lay heavily against the left side of her sternum as if intentionally placed over her heart. He stared at the gold band and remembered the moment he'd placed it on her finger.

With this ring, I thee wed.

* * *

"I, Michael, take thee Annie, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and in health. As long as we both shall live..."

He scrutinized every part of her face, from her sparkling green eyes, down her small-dainty nose, to her expansive white-toothed grin. It was a face full of love. Love for him. The ceremony continued around him. He took his part, but his senses were full of her, the way her thick hair was piled high on her head, how the curve of her breast jutted above ecru lace, how her scent stronger than incense, filled his every breath, how her heart beat wildly against the pad of his thumb where he touched the base of her wrist, and how she huskily whispered when she willingly gave herself to him as wife. 

He took her hand in his and slowly slipped the band of gold over her manicured nail and up her femininely tapered finger. It was a perfect fit.

She whispered for his ears only, "I love you."

"I love you, Annie."

* * *

He began to pace. He knew every detail of the room-the small bit of plaster that had pulled away around the window casing; the harsh wall clock that ticked incessantly, reminding him how time was his enemy; the wilted flowers that he'd forgotten to water; the array of crayoned colored pictures that said 'I love mommy;' and the four white walls that had become Annie's prison.

He looked at her again. He could wrap her up, run with her, and take her... take her where? If it were spring he could take her to her garden, so full of vibrant flowers, and let her breathe in their florid fragrance and feel the moist dirt in her fingers. But it was not spring. If it were summer he could take her to the ocean, let her feel the spray of crashing waves and suck in the salty air, while her hair curled into wild whorls and peaks. But it was not summer.

It was winter, with its harsh bitter winds and freezing temperatures. The trees were as bare and skeletal as Annie. The ground was covered with pristine snow, the same color as the walls in this room. Outside offered no more life than inside, and even less heat.

But he could still pick her up and cradle her in his arms, close to his chest. He'd done it hundreds of times before.

* * *

"Michael put me down before you drop me!"

"I won't drop you, I like your hip pressed into my stomach too much." He pulled her tighter against him to punctuate his words.

She cuddled up close, burrowing her face into his shoulder, and nipped at his bare skin. He teasingly yelped and tightened his grip under her fleshy thighs. He dug his face between the coppery strands of her hair and found her ear. He nibbled at the lobe before pressing his lips even closer and whispering, "I know you like to feel your naked skin against mine, Annie."

She shivered in his hands, and he felt her gooseflesh crop up. He growled at her response and his penis bounded up and tapped at her buttocks.

"Someone's knocking at my back door," she giggled. "And he seems to be drooling."

"You can't expect a guy to be this close to heaven and not get excited, Annie."

She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and twisting her hips to wrap her legs around his waist. He held her as she moved, forcing their bodies to stay in contact. His hands pressed into her ass, supporting her, and yet channeling along the flesh until his fingers slipped into the divide.

She hooked her ankles behind his back and dug her heel into the cleft above his ass. His penis was caught between her mons and his stomach as she mashed against him. She rotated her hips and her labia swaddled his glans. His legs began to shake with the weight of her, but he forced himself still. 

"I think the pearly gates are open wide," she teased. 

He only grunted as his strength wavered. A fine sheen of sweat smeared his skin, his muscles burned, and still he held firm, letting her work. 

"Don't you want to come inside, Michael?" she asked as she shamelessly bumped her puss against him.

Eve herself couldn't have been more tempting. He walked them to the bed. Her breasts jiggled and her indurate nipples caught in the hairs of his chest. He eased her down on the mattress and her arms and legs fell loose. Her hair splayed out around her. Her skin glistened. He looked at her hourglass waist and the flare of her hip as her legs fell open, salaciously displaying her sex.

"God, you're beautiful, Annie." He watched the blush rise up on her skin before he lowered himself on top of her. She eagerly raised her hips to welcome his virgate cock. He entered her gently, almost reverently, and watched her head drop back, her eyes close, and her mouth slack open in need. Her vaginal walls clenched, squeezing at his cock and pulling it deeper inside. He repeated his words, "you're so beautiful, Annie, so very beautiful." 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist as she'd done before and drew him down to her until their pubic hair mingled. He felt her heat sheath the entire length of him. He held them there, feeling her twitch against him and then gently pulled out, only to push back in again. And again. And again. He used slow powerful strokes that taunted climax, mocking it, daring it to take control.

Her body shuddered beneath him, quivering around a final stroke, pulling his orgasm from him and into her. Warm viscous fluid bathed their genitals in thankful reward.

He held himself above her, looking into her sex-drenched eyes. 

"Oh! Annie you're so damned beautiful."

* * *

Even now in this emaciated form, disease could not steal her beauty. She was cloaked in beauty. It was in the wisps of hair that had lost their sheen but still spoke of used-to-be vitality. It was in her sallow skin that beckoned to be remembered for its once-upon-a-time rosy glow. It peeked out between the collars of a pale blue gown and boasted a ring that embodied an everlasting love. It blossomed in the aromatic air, heady with the smell of gardenia. It reached out from a sluggish, weak heart that found the strength to beat out a cadence only his heart understood. It seeped out in a single teardrop that fell from her closed eye but managed to trickle down onto his hand. 

The door swung open and a powerful vacuum of air swooshed in. Death had come. He recognized it, like a thick black cloud, swirling in supremacy. He felt the ice-cold chill of it, smelled its rancid stench. Death had thwarted all efforts and forced its way in. It stood at the door, as if ashamed for the conquest it was about to make, but refused to be denied. 

He looked at Annie, saw the single tear-stained path, and knew the choice that had been taken away from her. He watched her chest fall with one last breath and realized she'd given in to death. But she'd done it beautifully. 



Till Death do us Part



[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; THIS PIECE HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; IT IS EQUAL PARTS CRIME STORY AND ADULT THEME STORY; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 25 OR ABOVE]

[Away at school, the son hears he lost his father in a robbery; his incredibly hot mom now stood to gain his sizable estate. Mother and son collide...]

[FAIR WARNING: At least one character loses their life in this crime saga. Worse, the perpetrator may be one or both of the chief characters.]

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Let me lay it out for you. I had had a cushy life for my first eighteen years. My mother was a gorgeous blonde who was the embodiment of 'trophy wife'. If you ever saw 'Goldfinger' and the babe that helped the villain cheat at cards from the balcony; well, that was an exact copy of my mom (minus the gold paint.) 

Beautiful face, fantastic figure, shapely legs and demure soft feet, mom was the ultimate. My dad did well in marrying her...perhaps too well. You'll understand that later.

My father was ten years older than mom when they married. He had already amassed a small fortune. After I arrived on the scene, their baby production dropped to zero. Their sex-life was almost the same. 

From that point forward, my mom was only 'waiting him out' in order to secure his princely estate. I'd like to say that she was willing to put up with him and give up sex for security. However, that wasn't MY mom; she had both.

My mother was offered a sizeable allowance for the household and herself. To my father's amazement, she declined it. She only said that he could cover the household but that she'd just have to earn her own 'pin money'. With a wry smile, he nodded agreement.

Now, what could a woman of almost forty (38 to be exact) with no college training or business experience do to earn money? I was only fourteen when she got a job as a 'model' at the local expensive retail store (similar to Nordstrom's or Macy's). 

It's a funny thing about retail stores. A select few of them put on 'lingerie shows' for a discrete audience of upper crust customers. The audience might be all male, all female, or most interesting: wealthy couples. 

The lingerie models in these few places that allowed this were, umm, available for private or REALLY private shows. That's where the interesting part came in: sometimes it was for the women in the audience--or her man as she watched.

I'd like to say that my mother was just a model and never engaged in these 'extra-curricular' activities, but at a certain point, I knew better. One time I came home from high school and found a note that dad was at work but so was mom. 

For reasons I now forget, I took my bike and rode down to mom's work-place. I got to the 'runway' where the show HAD been, but there was nothing stirring. 

Then I heard noises and went behind the curtains. There I saw my mother in the NUDE for the first time. As she stood before this older couple, the grey-haired wife was caressing my mother's fantastic figure. Mom's jugs were absurdly large for her height but not droopy or saggy. Her sculptured figure reminded me of Bo Derek in '10'. 

The elder woman's shaking hands slid down mom's silky thighs before stopping at her beaver muff. It was so strange to see a grey haired woman bringing her barely steady head back up to mom's chest and locking a desperate mouth upon mom's erect nipple. 

To me, it was like seeing a Playboy playmate come to life. As the older woman locked her mouth upon one of mom's erect nipples while pawing at her blonde muff, I left quickly, not wishing to make any noise. But, it was so f-cking hot!!

So, that explained why mom never ever was short of funds or had to ask for money for presents. Well, you didn't see me complaining; I got one of the first iPhones for my birthday and an LCD TV for Christmas. It was real cool.

We were a happy home until dad found out what 'modeling' was really all about. When he asked me one day what I knew that I was holding in, I finally broke down and told him about mom's job. He decided to see for himself and got to the fashion runway just after the show. 

Like me, he accidentally poked his head behind the curtain. In his case, a wealthy black athlete and his girlfriend were admiring my gorgeous mother. My dad stood behind the curtain, looking thru the gap, as the black woman proceeded to 'prepare' mom for action.

My dad watched in ashen silence as the black woman massaged the pouting nipples on mom's Playboy centerfold boobs. She then fingered mom until she moaned in orgasm. My dad was excited and horrified to see that black woman's hand tapping away at the sensitive flower petal-like lips of mom's receptive pussy. 

The skilled black female lover got her off twice before literally moving her like a living doll and lifting her on board her black boyfriend...a famous wide receiver.

My mother moaned again as she took in inch after steely inch of black cock. Mom was making a very pretty penny for this tryst, but she also was getting off—big time.

I'd like to write that my father, indignant and righteous, stormed onto the backstage and put an end to this ugly scene. Yes, I'd LIKE to write that. The truth was, however, that he watched in rapt awe, even giving some 'attention' to his own thing as he saw that black snake slowly enter the unprotected, fertile depths of my gorgeous mother--his legally wed wife.

The action went on for almost twenty minutes, with the black girlfriend caressing mom's wonderful breasts, bending down for a quick suckle, in between long sexy bouts of frenetic French kissing with mom.

After those twenty minutes, the famous black player and mom both looked up as they moaned out their pleasure. Their first coitus and it was simultaneous in every way. Mom bent over to kiss him (he had been sitting this whole time as mom slid up and down on his telephone pole-sized cock.)

As my father looked in on this vignette, he had been 'doing his own thing'. When he saw the white froth that surrounded the base of that huge black cock, he came furiously. He knew that if there was a puddle of cum and potent black baby-making sperm outside of mom's pussy, then she must have been filled to overflowing with the virulent seed of black Africa. 

Just then, he had wild thoughts about my mom having a big belly swollen with black child. He also thought of her perfect breasts being filled with mother's milk for those black babies. He thought of the embarrassment at the hospital where they both did volunteer work if mom gave birth to a black baby. The derision and humiliation was a huge turn-on for him for some reason. As my 'old man' regained his composure, he zipped up and slipped away quietly.

All of this occurred on the day before my going away party. I was going to college. At the party, the mood was ruined when dad told mom that 'a friend' had stumbled upon her activity during and after the fashion shows. He recited what the 'imaginary friend' told him. Mom was thunderstruck about being 'outed' as a slut, a tart, a tramp, a... (you may refer to Roget's Thesaurus.)

The tension in the room was palpable. I thought there'd be trouble, but they kept it under wraps for the sake of my going-away party. My departure for school the next day was uneventful.

A month later I received a call at 8am. It was a police woman. She asked me about my whereabouts during the last 72 hours; whether I'd spoken with my mother or anyone else back in California; and anything else I might want to state officially. The recorder's 'beep' could be heard as I spoke softly. I was in shock.

The shock was engendered when the police woman informed me that during the course of an apparent burglary, my father had chanced to be home and was killed by the intruder. 

Of course, I immediately got permission from my Colorado school to leave for home. Once there I watched the police scour our home and everyone in the area. My dad had had a prominent and successful brokerage and this news hit hard. 

The police had no leads, but they had a lot of evidence. Nike sneakers could be seen (from their tread marks) leading up to the property and throughout the house. It was a male intruder from the particular tread mark. Also, the manner of death could only have been performed by a fairly strong man. They knew it was robbery as a motive, as the easily seen valuables were gone and the place was ransacked.

As for suspects, I had an 100% airtight alibi, being several states away, with classes that didn't allow enough time to travel all the way home and back.

My mom was even more 'in the clear'. She'd been out shopping. She had receipts. She wasn't a burly man, having massive brutish arms like the perpetrator must have had from the 'insult' to my poor father's larynx. She also didn't wear men's Nikes, or any lowly 'sneakers' for that matter. Finally, she had no reason to rob her own possessions.

Well, I felt like I was engulfed in a real-life 'CSI' episode. I settled into my old room before the elaborate dinner that my mother had planned. Being the way she was, mom didn't cook but had it catered. After dessert was served, the caterers left, with dishes due to be picked up the next day.

Enjoying a dessert sherry and brandy-soaked cake, we settled down in the plush living room overstuffed couch. I was still so nervous from the police presence earlier that day I hadn't noticed that mom was wearing a frilly house dress. 

Worn properly, with conservative matching bra and undies, the dress was very modest. However, after the caterers left and I had to use the bathroom, mom had quickly removed the bra and underwear elements. Now, her outfit was smoking hot, her breasts pushing/thrusting out against the blouse. The big white buttons on the blouse were about to pop off. Mom's erect nipples could clearly be seen against the tissue thin filmy gauze of that blouse.

As she sat down, mom let the slit skirt fall to either side of her legs. She now looked like some smoking hot starlet on a late night talk show, her legs so sexy that I could not remove my eyes from them. 

With a wicked smile, she folded them again, letting me see her panties (which looked disturbingly like her blonde muff). I now noticed that she had been barefoot the entire evening, wearing only turquoise beaded bracelets on her gorgeous smooth sexy feet.

Mother or not, here I cum. I was close to blowing my cum about six feet into the air when I somehow got under control. I reminded myself that this was my mom; I wasn't supposed to get turned on by her. To get my mind off of this incredible piece-of-ass, I changed the topic to the much more mundane matter of the robbery:

Me: "So mom, are you satisfied with the police work up till now; I mean, they have evidence but they said they had no leads or suspects..."

Mom: "They're doing their best and that's all we can ask. At least they know the intruder was a male, maybe six feet tall from the Nike Air Jordan's he wore. A strong man, he easily ransacked the place and dispatched your father with a twist of his powerful arms."

Me: [Pausing for several moments.] "Did the police tell you their case before they spoke to the two of us about what evidence they had?"

Mom: "No sweetheart, why?"

Me: "Well, the detective told us the intruder wore Nike's, but he didn't mention 'Air Jordan's'. How did you know that?"

Mom: "I...I just assumed; those are the only ones advertised, aren't they?"

Me: "Actually no; they've advertised other lines recently as Jordan's career slowly fades into history. Now you have ME curious."

To my mother's amazement, I leapt up from the couch and ripped open her blouse. She arched her back, delighted that I had broken down and was now firmly under her control. But, that's not what I was doing.

Me: "Stand up mom...right here right NOW!"

My mother stood up, now exhibiting modesty by covering her 36D breasts. 

Me: "What I want you to do is stand up straight and just 'make a muscle' for me."

She feigned ignorance and put her arms up limply. Not an impressive show. Angry, I got up and tightened her fists so they were like piano wire as she flexed. NOW, it was clear as I suspected. To keep her incredible figure, mom had worked out for hour after hour. 

As a side benefit, she had some serious guns, like maybe eighteen inches. It wasn't the 'look' she was working towards, and she kept them under long sleeves, but there they were. The police had no idea that mom sported arms of steel like many a gym fiend before her... 

Me: "Sit down mom." [She did. Her face was arctic white; she was terrified of what might be coming out next.]

Me: "I see it all now! The police will attribute this to an unknown intruder...a simple burglary gone bad. However, the truth was that before you went to work, you decided to shorten the time it would take for you to secure all of dad's money AND also be free of him. So, you used sheer muscle power to 'do him' and make it look like some burly ex-con did it. You'd already purchased those Air Jordan's and tracked them thru the yard, safely hidden from view by our stone walls."

"You entered thru that old storm window we never fixed and tore the place apart to make it look good. Then you just had to take dad's cash on hand and Rolex. You kept the money and dumped the Rolex. The police found that but figured out it was a 'Times Square' Rolex worth $5. I couldn't believe that—that they thought a burglar would have the time to assay a watch during the frenzy of a robbery."

"One final touch that was so 'CSI': I noticed that both yours and dad's things were scattered across the room. However, HIS stuff was also trashed, torn and cut up. Your things were absolutely immaculate, whether on the floor or spread across your bed."

I expected my mother to give a tearful explanation, or to accuse me of being nuts. Instead, she came up to me and fell to her knees. My cock was grabbed, stroked, and prodded into full erection. 

Mom paid homage to my young, innocent manhood. She cupped my testes which now swelled with liquid power as she held them in her palm. Soon they were bloated, with a 'fistful of love' for my mom. It was a terrible betrayal: I had just outed my beautiful mother as a cold-blooded killer. However, thinking with my 'lower brain', I was mesmerized and determined to fuck my own mother, regardless of what she'd done!

My mother's modest house frock soon was history, a pool of material on the floor. Her genteel socialite soccer mom hand grabbed my manhood and led me to her bedroom. I was putty in her hands. 

She pushed me back romantically onto her bed and soon was atop me. As she went up and down on my cock, her breasts bouncing and heaving, I was overcome with passion and desire. She begged me to 'feel her' (i.e. caress her popping nipples), which I did. 

My manhood was now in a tight sheath, a loving, cloying, gripping, dripping home that was my gorgeous mother's welcoming pussy. As her vaginal walls squeezed and released like a machine, I found my seed being drawn up my shaft towards her fertile depths. 

As my cock was being pounded mercilessly from the cowgirl above, mom swooned to French with me. She bent over and whispered that she wanted a baby...MY BABY! Well, instinct being what it is, I excitedly grabbed her warm and slightly moist behind and shot my cum. 

With unbelievable force and purpose, my seed was propelled up and into my mother's receptive and totally unprotected womb. I had never EVER dreamt that I could have such pleasure, such complete ecstasy! When I finally exploded inside of her, she seemed to have her own big 'O' simultaneous with mine.

We both collapsed in utter exhaustion. It had taken every scrap of my youthful strength to transfer my seed into my mother's fertile depths. Ever so slowly, like the head of a proper malted ale, foam started oozing out of mom's sperm-filled pussy. 

I now had visions of settling down with my own mom. God, imagine the most beautiful blonde on the planet, sporting a swollen belly bearing your babies. Her breasts engorged with warm, sweet mother's milk. My eyes closed at the prospect, a day dream to end all day dreams. Unknown to me, my dear departed father had had the same fantasies about my mom, though with a different partner in his case.

Reality came back in a flash. My mom quickly grabbed her clothes off the floor, went to her room, and emerged minutes later in a full professional wool outfit. She mumbled about an appointment or something and left.

Two hours later she returned. 

Me: "Well, it's about time! While you were gone I worked out our new arrangement. I'll be sleeping with you, now. You will serve me breakfast in bed AFTER you've done the chores, taken care of the growing herd of kids, etc. Face it, I've got YOU by the balls..."

I thought she'd take this 'defeat' as the price of not being turned in. Well, that's what I THOUGHT. Instead, she came up to me and grabbed ME by the lapels.

Mom: "Listen, you little boy. I just came from the parenthood clinic. Just to be safe from any of your vile and pathetic seed, I had a procedure done. As a part of the deal, they vacuumed all of the male genetic material. At my request, I had that cryogenically stored, telling them that this was part of a police complaint that I hadn't filed yet." 

Now it was MY turn to sweat! She continued holding me by the lapels but now pressed me against the wall. Jesus, she was damn strong!! I was thankful she didn't just beat the snot out of me.

Mom: "I think even you could work it all out now. As long as I'm free as a bird, so shall you be. The instant that you even call the police, I will get that sample of your pathetic seed-free cum from the parenthood-planning clinic and let them know how you, my own son, assaulted me. Oh, with the press in this town, that story would be front page news across the world in 2 hours."

Mom: "So, we are going to have a slightly different world at home than the one you planned. YOU will be serving ME breakfast in bed. Plus, that will be breakfast for TWO. Right now there's a lockout and that NFL wide receiver has got a ten inch cock and lots of time. Yes, I think he'll fit nicely into my plans, and into my sopping wet pussy. Oh, the things he will do as you watch." 

"If you're a good little boy, I might just let you sneak off and dump your tiny load onto the floor or hopefully down some drain. As for the real man callers, THEY will get a chance to make the next baby. I will discriminate but not by race; only by cock-size. So, it might be a 'stretch' for you."

And so it went. My own treacherous mother had eliminated one man from her life (my dear departed father) and then imprisoned another (me) into a degrading cuckold. Using her astonishing sex appeal, she'd lured me into seeding her, only to find that that seed was the potential padlock to my future. My only hope now was to keep her happy.

What followed was weeks of circus-like evenings, with bouts of nymphomania that made my mom do things I can't describe. She made it with so many men—and women--in one single evening that I was tempted to contact the Guinness record book people. I always had to work like a slave, take abuse, and be ready for even more work the next day.

This could not go on. I went to that parenthood clinic and showed the clerk my ID; I said I was concerned that they lost that biological sample that my mom had left. The clerk was surprised that I knew about it but 'bought my cover story' and fetched the sample (of the seed I'd put into my mom.) I gave her $200 and said the sample had been lost after all. She checked the $100 bills front and back, smiled, and quietly mumbled: "Whatever you say."

So, now we were once again on a level playing field. That very night, mom was getting ready for her usual night of debauchery. She had a dress with tear-away sections laid out on the bed along with front-less thong bikini bottoms, front-less push-up bikini top, and clear plastic 'stripper' platforms.




Till Death do us Part



I stormed into her room and took out my Kyocera cellphone. I called the cast of creeps that were scheduled to come over, telling them that my mom had been busted and wouldn't be seeing them again. I hoped that worked.

She was about to scream at me for fucking up her evening when I took out that sample (that the clinic had gathered up and stored.) Once she was certain that that was the vial, I had her watch as I poured that incriminating DNA down the drain.

Me: "Mom, at this point, I could have you put away for fifteen years to life. And God knows you deserve it. I want to make peace with you now; let's make love and not war."

Me: "I want us to sell all of the businesses and local assets were inherited. Then you can see a local judge about changing your name back to your maiden name. Next we would move to, I don't know, South Dakota, where we just might be able to get hitched (with your restored maiden name.) We can get a nice spread there with the loot we get from dumping all our stuff. Then we can have our own little baby boom, just you and me. So, how about it?"

Mom: "Oh sweetie, that's a wonderful idea. I have to confess I was getting rather jaded from all the hard-core action I was getting. I just wanted you to understand that it was due to all those years when I had nothing going on with your father. I was just trying to make up for lost time in a juvenile way."

Me: "Mom, you don't have to apologize...you NEVER have to apologize for anything again. I just wanted you to know I love you."

A beautiful moment, a heartfelt emotion.

Mom had a simple request; she wanted to spend a last 'girls only' night with her best friend before she began a life with me and only me. I understood and told her to have a good time. 

In a strange twist of fate, the exact same 'intruder' came to our home where I slept while mom slept at her friend's. Again, there was one male victim. The place was trashed, all that was missing was cash, credit cards, AND my Citizen's watch. 

The police were still stumped. My mother once again had an ironclad alibi. Without evidence of a 'thug for hire', they had no way of linking her to the robbery/homicide. It remained yet another unsolved crime in the Valley. 

What a strain it was on my beloved and delicate mother. Fortunately, she now had a sizeable estate to staunch her tears. So, with a never-say-die spirit, my mom was up and partying within a week of my strange and senseless loss. 



Till Death Do Us Part



I knew as soon as the words left my mouth I'd made a mistake. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I said to myself, but it was about thirty seconds too late.

Carol and I'd gone on mini vacations with our neighbors Kevin and Jill for the last two years. The cruise was fun and so was the trip to St Augustine. So when Carol planned this year's excursion, she invited them without even talking to me first. I wasn't happy.

"Hon, I was hoping to have you alone this year. When you travel with other, we sometime do what they want instead of what we want to do."

"Steve, why didn't you say something? I'm not a mind reader, and you can't say you didn't have fun with them." She had me there.

This year we were going to Sanibel Island for a little sun and sand. For once I wanted to kick back and be a tourist. We booked sixth floor adjourning rooms at the Holiday Inn. They wanted to car pool but I nixed that idea when I saw what my wife was packing. I considered renting a moving van.

"Carol, it's five days, not two weeks," looking at her three large suitcases.

"I need to make sure I've got everything covered. How about if it rains or get cold?'

"Babes, this is Florida. Somewhere it's going to rain every day and cold? You'll have to wait until November for any of that.

We left at the crack of dawn Saturday morning and drove the eight hours only stopping once. We couldn't check in until 2:00 and my wife wanted to be there at 2:00 and not a minute later. Carol talked non-stop with Jill giving her a blow by blow where exactly we were. Hell, they were only twenty minutes behind us and had a GPS, they weren't going to get lost.

At 2:10 we pulled in the parking lot, got our key cards and with a huge cart dragged everything we owned up to our room.

"Steve, look at this view," Carol said, opening our patio door. She was right it was a spectacular ocean view."

For the next half hour we unpacked and put everything away.

"Guys, you see the view," Kevin said bursting into our room. "And how about that pool? They've got a damn swim up bar. Carol you did a great job picking this hotel. Give us twenty minutes to get settled and then let's hit the pool. Time's a wasting." 

I looked at Carol. "See what I mean?"

"Steve, kick back and go with the flow. This is a vacation and I don't want to schedule anything.

I took her advice and with swim trunks, sunscreen and sunglasses we hit the pool but also hit the bar harder than we probably should have. We didn't have anything substantial in our stomach and by the third round I was feeling no pain. 

I'm a touchy feely type of guy and while I was putting sunscreen on Carol, I did everything but fuck her right there on a pool deck lounger.

"Get a room!" Jill said laughing. 

"Wait a minute, we do have a room. Come on hon, we've got a bed to crisen."

Like I said, we were pretty wasted. Carol and I ended up crising both beds before taking a little nap afterwards. 

When I woke up I felt like shit. I took a quick shower, brushed my scuzzy teeth and then realized that we hadn't shut the door between the two rooms. Shit, maybe they hadn't heard us. Over dinner I realized we hadn't been that lucky.

"Well Carol it sure sounded like you had fun this afternoon," Jill said playing with her salad. Carol smiled, I blushed. "I would have had the same fun if Kevin hadn't fallen asleep on me."

"Well, there's always tonight," Carol, said, squeezing my thigh under the table. "And we'll even shut the door to give you guys more privacy then you gave us."

Dinner was great. I could cut my steak with a fork and everything else was top notch. I ordered a bottle of wine and sipped it over dinner instead of gulping it down like I had this afternoon. Kevin and I talked sports while the wives whispered among themselves, looking our way once in a while. 

"Kev, I think our wives are planning something I said softly."

"I don't know what Jill has planned for tonight, but what I've got planned will probably keep you guys awake at least for a couple of hours. If you've got ear plugs you might want to use them when we get back."

"Funny, I was going to tell you to turn on your television extra loud because I wouldn't want to ruin your concentration." Okay, we both talked trash at each other until our wives put a stop to it.

"I'd be thankful if he lasted fifteen minutes in the saddle," Jill said, looking at Carol. 

"Same here, but at least Steve's got a secret weapon he can fall back on if his little head doesn't get the job done. He just can't talk when he's using it," she replied back to Jill, as they both smiled.

"See boys, woman can trash talk too," they said in unison. With that, our first day ended.

We got it on again but it was nowhere as wild as it had been this afternoon. After a quick shower, we were spooning with pillows over our ears. Looks like Jill and Kevin were trying to entertain us. 

"They can't still be going at it,' I said looking at my night table clock. "I think they're trying to show us up because of this afternoon."

"We did get a little crazy didn't we?" Carol said with a wicked look in her eye. "Jill asked me if you were as good as I sounded." She paused I think for effect. "I told her you were better." At that point she tried to take out my tonsils with her tongue. She was thirty-five years late but we had had fun anyway. I don't even remember falling asleep.

"Where in the hell are you going?" Carol asked the following morning, watching me lace up my tennis shoes.

"On my morning run. Where do you think I was going?"

"Steve, we're on vacation. What about sleeping in don't you understand?

"That's why I'm leaving, so you can rest up. Because, if I stay, I can guarantee you, you won't be sleeping." I let my hands wander under the sheets.

"Go. Just go so I can sleep. When you get back, make sure you shower before coming back to bed."

"Yes dear," I said before walking out the door.

Three mile out and three back about did me in after yesterday's activities. I'd drunk more yesterday than I normally did in a week. I'd watch it today.

When I hit the lobby, I saw Jill heading towards the restaurant. "Morning Jill, Kevin still asleep? 

"Steve, you're all sweaty. What the hell have you been doing so early this morning?"

"Went out on my morning run about an hour ago."

"You've got way more energy than I have this morning. You want to grab a bite out on the main deck?"

"Sure, just let me get a towel from down by the pool and then I'll join you." Instead of just getting a towel, I took my shoes and i-pod off and jumped into the pool fully clothed. I needed to cool down and wash off the sweat. I dunked myself a couple of times before getting out. Now I needed the towels.

"What did you do, go swimming?" Jill asked watching me dry off.

"Yup. But unlike at home, I kept my clothes on here."

"You are one strange bird Steve." 

We ordered breakfast and had a great time. She, like me, was a morning person. Our spouses would have slept until noon if we'd let them but, we were on vacation and it was already past 10:00.

"Oh my God, get up hurry," we both yelled running into our rooms. I think we got the same response, fear, surprise and then anger. "Honey, it's past 10:00, the day's half over. Come on get your lazy ass up and hit the shower then we'll have breakfast." Carol was not happy with me but did as I asked anyway.

Over breakfast I saw Carol and Kevin talking quietly to each other. I suspected they were planning on getting us back somehow, but this was our vacation and I didn't want to waste one minute of it.

Kevin and Jill went parasailing while Carol and I rented jet skis. After lunch we switched activities. Overall it was a fantastic afternoon. For dinner we picked a nice club that had fantastic food and a dance band. We ate and danced until after midnight. Hell, I even dance with Jill when Kevin said his legs had given out and to knock myself out. 

You don't dance half bad for a white boy with two left feet," Jill told me walking back to our table. We ended the night with drinks on our patio. While the girls talked, Kevin and I planned tomorrow's activities. I was having a fantastic time. After calling it a night and shutting the door this time, we slipped into bed. We quietly made love. A perfect end to a perfect day. I was cuddling with my wife when it all began.

"Jill says I'm lucky," my wife said as we spooned. "She says that she envies the way you treat me."

"See, even others think I'm perfect."

"Please!" she came back with immediately. "She says she thinks you're a hunk and asked how you were in bed." That took me aback.

"Should you be talking about what happens in our bedroom with strangers?"

"Jill is no stranger and besides, I know you guys compare us to one another." I didn't that's for sure. "I just said you were a lot better than most and never left me unsatisfied." I felt a bit of an ego bump at that statement.

"Well at least you didn't exaggerate my abilities," I said with a snicker as I reached around and grabbed her breasts. 

"Steve, do you still find me sexually attractive? I know my breasts aren't as big and perfect as Jill's and she does have a dynamite ass I'd give a months salary for, but you're still satisfied with me aren't you?"

"What brought this on, and yes, you're perfect in my eyes."

" Now I'm glad our medical insurance doesn't cover vision or you'd probably have already left me for a hot babe like Jill, who by the way thinks you're hot!"

"She thinks I'm hot!"

"Well that's what she said to me, but you can't breathe a word of it to anyone. She'd never confide in me again if she thinks that I'm blabbing to you about what we talk about." 

Jill thinks I'm hot! My ego was doing flip-flops. If a babe like Jill thought I was hot, even at thirty-six I must still have it. I slept two feet off the bed that night.

If I didn't know better, I would have sworn Jill and I were being thrown together. I usually sat between Kevin and Carol when we ate. Now I was positioned between Jill and Carol; not that I was complaining. 

It was the same thing at the pool and instead of me going for the next rounds of drinks; Kevin said he'd go. It did give me a chance to get to know Jill a little better. 

After dinner, we ate at a new club and like the last one; it had a decent dance band. It wasn't the loud rock or the hip hop that all the kids loved, but easy listening music.

"Dance with me honey," Jill asked Kevin who looked like he'd had one too many again tonight.

"I think if I went out there on the dance floor, I'd embarrass the both of us. Why don't you dance with Steve, he's not doing anything."

I looked over at Jill first then at Carol.

"Go ahead Jill, get him warmed up for me if you don't mind." I wasn't sure about it, but hell if everyone else was okay with it I figured why not.

We danced and talked looking over at our spouses every other dance. After dancing for at least a half hour, I told Jill I'd better dance with Carol.

"He's all yours," Jill said, handing me off to her.

I scooped up my wife and headed to the dance floor. After the second song she started talking to me.

"I didn't know you were that good of a dancer."

"Carol, I've dance with you hundreds of times."

"I know, but this is the first time I actually watched you dancing with someone else. It was kind of sexy and when I get you back to our room, I'm going to show you how hot that made me." We only danced two songs.

Damn she was vocal tonight and wasn't satisfied with just one time. A little lip action and fifteen minutes later I was making her scream once more.

"That was nice," Carol said playing with the hair on my chest. I was ready to jump your bones after your third dance with Jill."

"Why didn't you?" I said now facing her.

"Because, the longer I waited the hornier I got. Hell, I could have wrung out my thong out by the time we got back to our room." 

Then we heard it. "Shit, oh my God, don't stop, I'm almost there."

"Guess I wasn't the only one that got turned on." She snuggled in a bit tighter.

The next day was more of the same. You'd think Jill was with me instead of Carol. When Kevin and Carol went in to get the four of us lunch it felt awkward but nice being alone with Jill but at the same time nice. We talked about other than the bullshit items we usually did and I found out she was intelligent and not just a pretty face.

"What's taking them so long? I could have cooked the burgers and pizza myself by now." Ten minutes later they showed up with four plates.

We all went snorkeling that afternoon and Carol surprised me with a new bikini that about knocked my socks off. That is until I saw what Jill was wearing. Well, what little there was of it. Under the water, and looking up, I know I got a hard on. Who wouldn't have? She looked liked like a mermaid without the scales.

We decided to clean up and take a nap before dinner. I tried to get friendly but Carol said that she was tired and not to worry I'd get taken care of later tonight. A fun shower together, a change of clothes and we headed to another quieter place this evening for dinner. It was so dark inside; I had a difficult time even reading the menu. 

After dinner, it was almost scripted. Carol and Kevin passed on dancing and Jill and I at first didn't until at our spouse's insistence we stepped on the small dance floor. Again it was nice holding her in my arms. Then I made the first blunder of the night. I thought about Jill in her bathing suit. I got a raging hard on. We were dancing so close I know she felt it.

I looked at her. "Sorry," I said trying to give us some room.

"Don't be, I'm flattered that I can still arose a man outside of my husband."

"Don't take this wrong, but you're a walking wet dream." Then I realized what I'd said. "Jill, that didn't come out like it was supposed to," trying to back track. "What I meant was..."

She never let me finish. "Don't apologize, I was flattered." We only danced two more songs. I had my hand on the small of her back, leading her to our table.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to call it a night," Jill said, reaching for her purse. "Coming Kevin?"

"Yeah, it's getting late," Carol said standing up. "If you don't mind, I think I'll hit the ladies room before we leave. Coming Jill?" I watched the two of them walk away.

"Jill's really a good dancer isn't she? So light on her feet and she feels so natural in your arms."

"If she was my wife, I'd be dancing every dance with her."

"Used to, but she like variety. That's why when she asks if I mind if she dances with someone else, I let her. Am I jealous? Not really. We've been married for over twenty years and no matter what, I know that she loves me." I looked towards the restrooms, what was taking so long.

Two smiling women came walking out. "Thought I'd have to go in there and get you," I said with a snicker.

"You enjoy walking into women's restrooms?"

"Well, it probably would have cleared everyone out!"

"And you'd probably have to do more than a little explaining to the police once they arrived."

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. I was nowhere ready to go to bed yet. I was changing into more comfortable clothes when Carol said that she needed to talk to Kevin and Jill about something. Out of the refrigerator I pulled out a bottle of wine about the same time as Carol came back. She had a serious look on her face.

"You know I love you don't you?"

"And I love you too," I replied.

"Steve I trust you implicitly and I know we're going to grow old together." 

"Okay," I said studying my wife's face. "Where is all this going Carol?"

"I'm going to give you a one time only pass; do you understand that? This is a free card that after tonight can never be used again." 

"Honey, are you drunk?"

"No I'm not, but after tonight I just may want to get drunk." I started to say something again before she stopped me.

"There's no easy way to say it, so I'll just say it and get it out in the open. Jill wants to sleep with you tonight."

"What?" I said way to loudly. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Jill told Kevin she wants to sleep with you."

"Shit, he's probably going to want to punch me out. Damn, I knew I shouldn't have danced with Jill tonight."

"He, like me, has given her a free card for only tonight. Tomorrow we go back to the way it was before."

"Carol, if I sleep with Jill, it'll never go back to the way it was. How could it?"

"Steve, it'll just be sex not like the love making we do. And don't stand there and tell me you've never thought about it before." She was right there.

"Where would you sleep?" 

"I'd be in Kevin's room and before you ask, yes, I'll be sleeping with him." I didn't like that one bit, but then thought about me sleeping with his wife.

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Why not? Don't you trust me as much as I trust you?"

"I do but..." that's all I got out before Carol kissed me full mouth.

"Okay, do you or do you not want to do this? Their waiting on your answer."

I let my inflated ego do the talking. "What guy wouldn't want to take Jill to bed?" I never got to finish. 

"Good, as long as that's out of the way," she walked towards the door. "And for God's sake, don't do anything crazy or over the top. I don't want Jill coming back screaming that you're some kind of pervert."

"But hon..."I never got to finish it again.

"I'll send Jill over. Have fun but not too much fun tonight." With that Carol was gone.

When no one came through the door I though it wasn't going to happen and I was relieved. Then Jill walked through the door. She looked like I felt inside.

"I was about to have a glass of wine, you want one?"

"You got anything stronger?" 

"Sorry no."

"Well then pour me a glass, a big glass, I'm going to need it."

Forget the pregnant pause, neither one of us spoke or did anything for what seemed like forever. Then we hear it.

"Holy shit! Not so fast. Oh God yes, just like that!" It looks like Carol and Kevin had all ready started. I got up and shut the door between our rooms. I sat back on the bed and stared at the floor and then back up at Jill.

"This wasn't your idea was it?" Jill asked. I shook my head no.

"The way Carol played it, you were hot to trot for me and talked Kevin into letting you have one night with me."

"Steve, don't take this wrong, you're a nice guy and all, but I wasn't the one that asked."

"Kevin said you told him that you'd give anything to have one night with me. He thought what the hell, we're all friends and all it'll be is sex. No harm in a little physical pleasure. Another, "not like that," broke the silence.

I got up and started pacing our room. A room that had become a lot smaller.

"You don't want to do this do you?" I shook my head no. "Than why in the world did you give your approval for Carol to sleep with my husband?"

"I don't think I actually said yes. It was more implied." She sat down on the bed next to me.

"I know one thing for sure. I'm not going to sit here and listen to my wife being fucked by your husband. You want to get out of here for a while?'

"With pleasure." Then she stopped and looked at the door to her room. "Steve, I left my purse in my room."

"Jill, do you really want to go in there and get it?" She just looked at the door. "I thought not. I've got plenty of money."

We spent the next half-hour in the hotel bar. "You want another tequila shot?" I asked motioning the bartender over. 

"No more, two is my limit, but I would like a beer."

"Bartender, two Corona and one more shot for me." I slammed down the shot and did a beer chaser.

"You know we were played don't you?" Jill said.

"Yup. And we can't go up there now and beat them to a pulp because we both agreed to it. What I don't understand, is if you didn't want to swap, why did you agree to it?" 




Till Death Do Us Part



"I thought it was going to be, you know, kissing and a little fooling around."

"Seriously? Now who's shitting who?"

"Okay, I thought about it, that is until Carol came into the room and said you were on board. Then it became all too real. Before I could say anything, Kevin had all ready started to undress and Carol was pulling back the blankets on the bed. I felt like a third wheel and just left them alone and went to your room."

"What did you expect from me? What would you have said if I was lying naked on the bed waiting for you?"

"Steve, I hadn't thought that far ahead. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of that room."

"So, while they're up there, screwing their brains out, we're here in the bar feeling duped."

"Don't worry, tomorrow Kevin and I are going to have words. I don't like being played the fool."

"You want to go up there right now and stop it?"

"I can't. If I saw him in bed with your wife I might lose it and he's not worth going to jail over. But, he's going to pay. As God as my witness, he's going to regret the day..."

"Night, you mean," I said with a laugh.

"Okay, night, but he made a fool out of me." She laughed at that too.

I looked at my watch. "The club is still opened for another two hours; you want to go have some fun without them?"

"Lead the way."

We danced, talked and I even had one more beer. Jill was going to have to drive us back to the hotel.

"I don't get it," I said finishing my last beer. "We've got a great marriage and I know Carol loves me and I her. I know her inhibitions drop the more she drinks, but why put on this elaborate charade? Just so she can screw Kevin? Is he that great in bed or his he hung like a Greek god?"

"He's good, don't get me wrong, but he's no bigger than you are." I was going to ask how she knew how hung I was and then remembered that last dance. "I think this was all Kevin's idea. We hit a rough patch a while ago and ever since then he's been trying hard to get that spark back. I've tried to tell him I'm not twenty-five any longer and I don't need or want sex five days a week. How often do you and Carol do it?"

"Maybe three to four times a week since Megan went away to college. Before that once during the week and maybe once on the weekends only when Megan was out of the house. Believe it or not, Carol is pretty reserved or was until just recently. There was no way in hell she would be screaming out for me to fuck her harder with our daughter there. She was never that vocal before."

"Well, she sure is now."

"Well, you guys weren't exactly quiet the other night. I think I heard more than a few screams." She laughed.

"Kevin and I made love that night. It was slow, tender and loving. Only after we finished did Kevin come up with the idea to try and best the two of you."

"Great, just fucking great. We're here feeling bad while our spouses are having the time of their lives."

"Do you really think they are?" I thought about Carol and still couldn't believe this was happening. I got angry.

"Let's head back to the hotel. I'm going to break up their little party," I said throwing two twenties on the bar. 

"Steve, let's listen to them first, then throw them out." Looks like she was as pissed as I was.

When we walked into my room there sat Carol and Kevin. Carol looked a mess. She ran over to me and jumped in my arms. "When I came back here and found you were gone I thought you left me."

"Taking a break were you?" I said sarcastically.

"We didn't do it. We started to but then we both realized it was wrong. We got dressed and then came in here. We didn't know what we'd find. Frankly I don't know how I would have reacted if you and Jill were, you know, doing it." I smiled and then winked at Jill.

"Hell, as horny as the two of us were, it only took us about ten minutes. Then we figured we'd do some shots before coming back for round two. So if the two of you don't mind, the night is still young."

"Steve, didn't you hear me, I didn't have sex with Kevin."

"And your point? Look, the two of you gave us a free pass for tonight, and tonight isn't over yet. So if you don't mind, we'd like a little privacy; that is unless the two of you want to watch." I started unbuttoning my shirts and smiling Jill started doing the same.

"Jill!" Kevin screamed. "You are not going to bed with him again. Do you her me?"

"You two set this up and now we're going to finish it. So, unless you want to watch me getting fucked, leave!" She ripped open her blouse as the buttons went everywhere. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"I peeled back the top sheet. Now, where were we?"

At that point Carol broke down. "Steve, I'm so sorry. Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you." With another wink I pushed Carol over the top. "I've never had, but always wondered what it would be like to be with two women at the same time."

"Steve, you're not serious!"

"You said anything. Did you or did you not mean it?" I thought Carol was going to lose it, as she looked first at Jill and then me before she hesitantly reached for the top button on her blouse. 

"This is going to be fucking great," I said jumping fully clothed onto the bed."

"If this is what it takes for you to forgive me than I'll do it." Carol said, suddenly ripping off her top and removing her bra, showing everyone her breasts. "They may not be as good as yours Jill, but Steve loves them, well he did until tonight."

"Jill there is no way in hell you're going to do this. Steve, you even think about touching my wife again, and you and I are going to go round and round and only one of us is leaving this room alive." He said angrily coming at me.

I couldn't hold it back any longer. I burst out laughing followed by Jill.

"I don't see what's so funny," Kevin said, his fists already raised.

"Kevin stop! We didn't do anything either. Hell, we didn't even kiss," Jill, said moving between us.

"But you said."

"After listening to all the noise you two were making, Steve and I left. We had a few drinks and then went to a club to a dance club to figure out what we were going to do with the two of you."

"You really didn't sleep with her?"

"No Carol I didn't, but right now I'm having a hard time believing you didn't sleep with Kevin."

"All we did was undress and had a little foreplay. That's when we both rolled over on our backs and told each other that this was one sure way to wreck a good friendship. So we both got dressed and ran over here to stop the two of you. You guys were already gone and the bed was messed up. I thought I'd lost you at that point."

"And you might have if you'd gone through with it with Kevin. Friend or no friend, I don't share my power tools much less my wife."

"I think it's time to say goodnight. I've got more than a few things to talk to Kevin about in private and you probably want some alone time with your wife. Why don't we meet for breakfast at 10:00?" Jill said.

I nodded my head as Jill led her husband back to their room. I heard the door shut and the lock engage. "Then I heard an irate Jill tear into her husband.

"Steve, I'm so sorry about tonight," Carol started to say again.

"Save it for tomorrow. I've had too much to drink tonight and the frame of mind I'm in right now, I might say something I won't be able to take back." Carol cuddled with me but there was no sex. Hell, I woke up sweating at 2:30 having a nightmare about what could have happened last night.

Carol was again all apologetic the following morning. 

"If I ever hear you even mention what happened last night you're out! You understand?" I said a little too loud.

"It'll never happen again. I promise."

Breakfast was quiet. We all ate in silence before Jill spoke up.

"Steve, you're a hell of a nice guy and if Kevin ever comes up with another hair brained idea about spicing up our sex life, I'm divorcing him and moving in with you and Carol. That way you'll get your threesome."

"Never going to happen," Kevin said pointing a piece of bacon at me.

Our last day was dull compared to the last twenty-four hours. On the way home Carol didn't talk to Jill on the phone and held my hand the entire eight hours. I was still pissed that Kevin saw my wife nude and touched her but I wasn't ready to throw her out just yet.... But that was a big yet.

"I saw you looking at Jill's boobs when she ripped open her shirt." I said nothing. "She's got quite a rack on her but I'm going to let you in on a little secret. She's had them redone two years ago." I looked over at her as she nodded her head. "She said her's were as floppy as mine before she went under the knife." Still I said nothing. "If you're interested, Kevin said he spent $4,000.00 on them."

"I knew they had to be fake. They were just too perfect," I finally said.

That night, in bed, after showing my wife her body belong to only me, we were coming down from the heavens when I whispered in her ear. 

"I'm getting a pretty good bonus this December." 

"That'll work out perfect. Megan's tuition and books will be due about then.

I never got my boobs, but I happily kept my wife saggy boobs and all. And if she'd slept with Kevin "Till death do us part" never wouldn't have happened.

Also, next year we were going on vacation by ourselves.