0 comments/ 43809 views/ 0 favorites Turning Point By: scorpio53 She was lying on the beach next to her Master sipping a pina colada basking in the sun. It was a vacation she sorely needed with him. The past six months had been a personal strain for her, and she needed a break that only he could provide. He was proud of her new body, lying next to him; tan in the white string bikini he had bought her the previous summer. She had begun lactating, so her ample breasts were glowing in the sun with tiny beads of perspiration. She wasn't embarrassed of her body anymore, and enjoyed showing it off for him. She noticed a shade in front of her; she opened her eyes to see a handsome man standing at her feet with another drink for her in his hand. She took the drink and looked at her Master; he had a strange look in his eyes. He tipped and thanked the waiter, who didn't really look like he worked at the hotel. Her Master said it was time to go back to the hotel room because he had a surprise for her. She wasn't sure what he was up to but always enjoyed his surprises. When they returned to the hotel room he instructed her to lie down while he refreshed her drink and handed it back to her. She took a sip and thought it tasted differently, but didn't think anymore about it. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the ocean, thinking they were going to rest together before going out for the evening. He suggested her blindfold would help her sleep, which she obligingly put on. She lay there expecting him to lie next to her, but instead took a seat in the chair across the room. She heard someone knock at the door and let her Master answer. She was still in her bikini and had her eyes covered and heard her Master get up and talk with someone, but didn't think anything of it after the door closed. She didn't know the stranger had remained in the room. Her Master came over to her and gently stroked her hair and face. After a few minutes she could feel her master put restraints on her, first on her wrists, then on her ankles, while she remained blindfolded. She enjoyed this because the cuffs released her from being inhibited and freed her to enjoy sex with him to the fullest, and her Master was an awesome lover. Sex had never ever been close to what she had experienced with him. The drugs in her drink were beginning to take affect, as he knew it would, and she was beginning to enjoy warm delight in the sexual pleasures that were to come. Master whispered sexy things in her ear, stroking her body, teasing her breasts and clit. His touch and voice always had a way of calming her. She had learned to enjoy sucking his manliness and wanted him in her mouth, to taste his pre-cum. He teased her with it, then would put his fingers in her wetness and let her suck the taste of her sex off his fingers. She loved it and was circling her hips, wanting him in her. Then she thought she heard him sit down across the room. She was getting worked up and wanting his body and hands all over and in her, laying there strapped to the bed with only her bikini and blindfold on. He breasts were swelled with milk, making her nipple rings more pronounced, and this excited him. He enjoyed watching her masturbate, but she was unable to do so since she was tied down and unable to move, and he knew she was sexually excited and could not remain still. She felt hands gently gliding over her body. She was so aroused by this foreplay she was entering her "zone," as her Master called it, where she had no control over her body and would do just about anything he told her to do. She heard no words from him. She opened her mouth, wanting his cock to suck on, to get his pre-cum. That was when she realized it was not her Master but the Stranger who had entered the room. Who was this man? She tried to speak to her Master but the Stranger's cock was deep in her throat and she couldn't talk. Her Master leaned over her, stroking her breasts and flat stomach, whispering to her that he had been preparing her to enjoy another man so he could watch. She tried to protest, but still couldn't speak. He reassured her it was okay, to enjoy it. He sat down again, but after a few moments he got up and began to finger fuck her and put something in her ass that caused her to jump back and then relax. He was driving her wild. She was writhing with pleasure, moving her hips as though fucking her Master, blindfolded and sucking the Stranger's dick. She had always fantasized about being with two men, and this was her reward for bringing forth milk from her breasts. It had taken him a year to get her past her prudish tendencies and let her realize just how much she enjoyed different types of sex. As he unstrung her swimsuit he began to suck her milk, which was erotic to them both. He was always gentle to her and never disrespectful. Master was getting worked up also and was becoming more of a participant than an observer. The Stranger removed himself from her, and he and Master switched places. Master adjusted the restraints and flipped her over. He put her on all fours. She would enjoy sucking on her Master so much better; she knew his cock and enjoyed his taste. He was the one she wanted in her, and he enjoyed it; she could taste his drool when she began to suckle his cock. She was totally under her Master's spell and was enjoying this fully. Her ass was up in the air, wiggling with whatever he placed there. Someone was masturbating her ass with the toy; she couldn't tell who it was at this point. She felt her Master's hand teasing her clit, and she needed him in her mouth. She was about to cum and he knew it. He told her should could not cum until he gave her permission. She tried to catch her breath and calm down, but he wouldn't let her. She stretched her arms out on the bed, still restrained, trying to get his cock in her mouth again. He finally let her and she sucked all the pre-cum from his hard cock. Oh, she loved it. He let her work him for a few minutes; then he removed himself from her. The Stranger pulled the plug from her ass and left her feeling empty and craving more - and she needed it immediately! She wanted her Master in her ass and begged him for that. He had been there only once when he tried to break her virgin ass, but came on her back instead of inside of her. They had been working up to this for a while, and she wanted him in her, to cum in her, to feel his heat there. She had never experienced that and had only daydreamed about it. She squeezed her butt cheeks trying to make sure he didn't pull out of her, so he could finish in her. Her breasts were leaking milk on the bed. He finally told her she had permission to cum, which immediately brought about an intense and extended orgasm, one after another. Every time she had an orgasm, someone teased her cunt ring and brought her to climax again. This went on for what seemed like 20 minutes. Her Master finally let go an explosive release of cum in her ass and relaxed on her back. It was warm and felt so, so good. He had finally fully taken her ass, something she had wanted from him for a long time. She could hear the Stranger climaxing, just wasn't sure where it landed, and she didn't care. Master and his slave collapsed in a heap on the bed, him covering her nakedness with his warm body, stroking her hair while she caught her breath. He pulled the covers over them. She heard the door close as the Stranger left. She had almost forgotten about him. Her Master removed her blindfold and released the restraints. She was so exhausted she couldn't move she just lay there next to him as they drifted off to sleep. He asked her, "Are you happy, my pet?" She just looked sleepily up at him and said, "You know I am; thank you, Master," thinking how much she adored him Turning Point I pushed the nose over and picked up the necessary airspeed as I neared the airstrip. The old bird was doing just over 200 as we crossed the end of the runway. I put in the back pressure on the stick and the nose came up nicely. When we were vertical I released the pressure and kept us going straight up. The speed fell off rapidly and when she was done she fell off to the right, whipping around into a tight spin. I let her go two turns and recovered heading in the original direction. I barely had the required speed when we were just past the other end of the strip. I sucked the stick back again until we were heading straight down on the back side of the loop. A quick 180 degree roll and we pulled out heading back down the grass strip. I put the nose a little above the horizon and rolled 90 degrees and held the nose up with top rudder. After a pause I rolled inverted and used forward pressure on the control stick to keep the nose up a hair during the next pause. I completed the four point hesitation roll in the same manner. I did a 90/270 turn about a mile out and had good speed coming back to the end of the strip. I pulled up again and this time I did a loop to a landing. Worked out OK except I was a hair hot and had to make a wheels landing. I taxied to the tie down area and shut the old bird down. I climbed down and saw Buck Larimore pull up in a golf cart grinning at me. I hobbled over to the cart and he drove us over to a large shade canopy where there was a crowd of people. Fred, Buck's dad jumped up and greeted me with open arms. He introduced me to his new wife. She was a really lovely lady who I liked a lot right away. I didn't think he would ever get over the death of his first wife. He grieved hard for thirty some years. He was really in love with this one too. Made me real happy to see it. Buck and his cute little wife, Lucy, and Fred and his wife, Jessie and I all sat at a table and Jessie introduced me to a familiar looking lady. I couldn't place her. Fred said, "Lucy, did you see the little show this old one legged plumber put on. Pretty damned good. Never saw it done better. This guy is responsible for me being here. He got a leg shot up in Nam. He was flying a old Skyraider prop plane when anti aircraft fire hit him. His weapons officer/ air controller was hit bad too. Benji here flew for almost two hours back to Tan Son Nhut and landed. He wouldn't bail out because his Weapons Office was unconscious. He couldn't crash land because he had several tons of bombs hanging under the plane and they wouldn't drop. He just put a tourniquet around his mangled leg and flew home. I'm damned glad he did, I was the weapons officer." Jessie jumped up and ran around the table and kissed me, "Thank you for bringing him back. Thank you so much." Tears ran down her cheeks. I patted her back and said, "Honey, I had to bring him back. He owed me money. I think it was three dollars. Fred did you ever pay me?" "About forty times, glad to do it again though." The lady Jessie had introduced me to took a chair next to me. She asked, "Benjamin Thornton, Do you remember me? We had a couple of dates in Washington D.C. about twenty years ago." I looked at her more closely. "Maggie Murphy? Am I right?" "You do remember, how are you?" "Damned good. You look just great, not a day older. You have aged well. I think I was in love with you when you dumped me." "Oh! Benji! I didn't dump you. I was given hot orders to NATO on temporary duty and when I got back a week later you were gone. I couldn't find you. You were released and didn't leave a forwarding address. I cried for weeks." "Damn, I thought I got stood up or dumped. Where do you live?" "About three miles from here, I am Jessie and Fred's neighbor when they are home. Where do you live?" "Here for now. I am staying in the double wide over there. I sold my house in Miami and got out of there. Nothing there for me anymore anyway. Are you attached, married or anything?" "Not now, how about you? What are you doing here?" "Just messing about with fast airplanes, fast cars, and fast women. Actually, I not doing well at it, my plane is very slow, my car is a truck and I can't find a woman." "I don't believe you don't have a female friend unless you aren't trying." "Listen, will you let me take you out to dinner tonight? Five of us were going to a seafood place about fifteen miles from here. Will you go with me, please. You owe me a date, remember?" "Let me think about it for a while. Who else is going?" "Fred and Jessie, Buck and Lucy, and you and I if you accept. If you don't I will probably just stay home and mope." "OK, I'll go, I can't stand seeing a grown man cry." "That's great! I have to go change out of this sweaty old flight suit. Want to walk over and see where I am living while I change. I won't be long. They have one of those great showers here. You get in and hit a button and the water hits you already at the right temperature and from about twenty different angles then it shuts off after about two minutes. You soap up, shampoo your hair or what ever while warm air surrounds you. When you are ready you hit the button and you are rinsed off as long as you like. I only have it set for a few minutes. I'm all done in six or seven minutes." "Sounds like fun, I'll have to try it some time." "Not tonight! I don't shower with girls on the first date. If you do they think you are easy." "This isn't our first date, remember?" "Oh! Right, come on and we'll both get clean." "I'm not showering with you tonight." "Ok, be a spoil sport! I love you anyway!" "Are you ever serious?" "Baby, when things are very important to me, I made light of them so people don't know I am really chewing my nails hoping I won't be disappointed." "Is tonight important to you?" "If you won't laugh at me I'll tell you." "I won't laugh at you, only with you!" "Then the answer is yes, to night has become very important to me. Getting to learn everything about you again is very important to me." "I'm not laughing, I think you are a very sweet guy when you are serious. I would love to get to know you too!" "Great, let's take our shower now." "Is that all you think about? Getting me in the shower?" "Not really, I can't think about getting you in the shower or I will become sexually aroused. So you just wait here in the family room. There is a wet bar over there, help your self. I'll only be a few minutes. Promise you won't peek?" "Yes." I ran and got undressed, stepped in the shower and sat on my stool and took off my leg and set it out side. I was out in a few minutes and dried my stump carefully and slipped into some jeans and a sports shirt. I put on boat shoes and brushed my teeth and my hair and my facial hair. I was ready. I looked up and Maggie was sitting on my bed watching me. She laughed, "You can't trust me about not peeking. I will just say I liked what I saw. You were really trying to hurry. Would you do me a favor please?" "Sure, anything at all." "Please kiss me." I walked to her and pulled her gently into my arms. I opened my lips slightly and pressed them to hers. Her arms went around my neck. It was a long passionate kiss. It was for me anyway. She pushed back and looked at me. "Yep! You still got it. That was very nice. I loved it." She grinned at me. "More to follow, details on the evening news.." "What was that about Maggie?" "About seeing if you still turn me on like you did twenty years ago." "Do I?" "You'll have to learn that on your own." We joined the others and had delightful evening at a rustic restaurant in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't recall an evening in the company of a more delightful and pretty lady. I took her home and wasn't invited in. I did get a very nice goodnight kiss. I called her the next morning and asked if she were coming to the big Barbeque. She assured me she was, and that she was looking forward to seeing me again. She arrived with Jessie and Fred. I walked to her and took her hands and looked into her eyes. "May I kiss you good morning?" "I would love that, Benji." I kissed her. "I missed you when I got home last night." "I know, I felt the same way." "Really?" "Yes, I did. I wanted to invite you in last night. But I knew that If I did we would end up in bed together very quickly. I am not quite ready for that yet." "Will you let me know when you are ready?" "Oh! You will know alright! I talked to my girls this morning, I told you they are staying with their Daddy for a month. They say they miss me and want to come home. They have to stay two more weeks though. I miss them very much." I hugged her gently to my chest as she shed a few tears. I softly kissed her nose and said, "Please don't cry Sugar, I can't stand to see you unhappy." She looked up at me and said, "I'm OK now, thanks for being here for me." I hugged her a bit harder and said, "I love helping you. I am here anytime you need me, for anything. Call me if you need anything from your lawn mowed to sweet kisses, I'm ready." She put her hands on either side of my face and pulled me down and softly kissed my lips. I felt that to my toes. Fred said, "If you guys are finished necking right here in broad daylight, I could use some help at the smoker and grill." I took her hand and we let Buck and Lucy go take a nap, they had been cooking since three o'clock in the morning. I got quick instructions on how to keep the fire at the right temperature in the smoker and was told what time to get the chickens out of the cooler and start them grilling. I appointed Maggie as my assistant. We sat in the shade under a canopy and enjoyed watching the planes land and park. There were a lot of them. More than I had thought there would be. Maggie and I worked well together. We arranged the chicken quarters on the grill and watched then carefully. After ten minutes we turned them skin side up and basted them. They were looking good when Fred stopped by to check on us. He said Lucy and Buck would be back in about ten minutes. Maggie said she thought the birds were ready for the mop sauce so we started putting it on. Damn, I loved being with her. I was falling in love with her again. I just couldn't help it. I needed to slow down and not scare her off. Lucy and Buck checked on the smoker and the grill and said everything was perfect. They brought another cooler full of beer and soft drinks for the cooks. We sat and chatted for a while and Buck asked if we would help them with the ribs. They were done and we cut the slabs into individual ribs then put then in big pans. We sprinkled a bit more sauce over them and covered them with foil and put then back in the smoker to stay warm. We made a big final push to get everything ready. Maggie checked the huge cooker full of corn on the cob. I carried a pan of ribs to the serving table and went to get a pan of chicken. Lucy had a big pot of baked beans. I love baked beans and had to taste them. They were excellent. I complimented Lucy on how good they were. "Do you think they are sweet enough?" "Just right, I think you use my momma's recipe for beans, she always said add brown sugar until you think it is too sweet then add another cup." Lucy giggled, "That is exactly the way my mother taught me." I saw Maggie staring off into the distance. I touched her arm and asked if she were missing her girls. She smiled and said she was. I took her hand, "Where are they?" "Punta Gorda" "Would you like to see them tomorrow?" "What?" "I'll fly you down and you can rent a car and go see them for a while, then we'll fly back. It will be a Sunday. Should work out ok." "Would you do that for me?" "Sure, if it will make you happy." "Can I use the phone in your house?" "Of course you can, help your self." She was back in twenty minutes. She was grinning. She said, "He agreed, the are very excited. I told them we would meet them at the airport at ten o'clock, and visit about an hour. Will that be alright with you?" "Sounds good to me." I borrowed Fred's little Lake Amphibian and we taxied up to the parking area after a pleasant flight. I looked at my watch and it was ten o'clock. I helped Maggie down from the plane and looked around to see two girls run to her and hug her. She kissed them both and I looked up to see her Ex-husband striding out behind them. He was a large man . way bigger than I am. He pulled Maggie to him and kissed her for a long time. She had warned me that he liked to hurt other men with his handshake. I was ready and when he bore down I gave it all I had and smiled. Tears ran from his eyes and he grabbed his hand with his left hand. "Sorry, did I squeeze too hard? I forget how strong my hands are." He glared at me, then laughed, "Damn, you are strong for a skinny old guy." "Not really, you must be loosing your grip!" Maggie introduced me to her twin daughters, Anna and April. They were very cute girls and shook my hand. I asked them if they wanted to go for a ride in the plane. Naturally they wanted to go, Maggie giggled and said, "We will be back in a few minutes. Will you wait Tom? Or do you want to go?" "I'll just wait here." The girls were tickled to death with the ride. They had a good time. They didn't want to go back. We landed and Tom was waiting to help them out of the plane. Maggie kissed the girls goodbye but not Tom. Tom waved and we were on our way. We taxied out to the end of the runway and the tower instructed us to hold short of the runway, that there would be a short delay because of a funeral fly by for a local pilot who had been killed a few weeks ago. I turned the plane so we could see better. We saw a lone T-6 in Air Force colors fly slowly by. The rear cockpit was open and empty and the plane rolled slowly back and forth. It disappeared into the distance. I explained that it was a thing some units did before the missing man formation was used. I let Maggie fly the plane on our way back home. She enjoyed it and wanted to learn more. I told her I would give her a lesson any time she wanted one. We landed at Ocala and I filled the tank up. Then we hopped back to the Larimore Strip. There were still a lot of planes there. Actually it looked like they had gained a few. Fred greeted us and I told him the plane was perfect. We both thanked him profusely. He said it was ours any time we wanted it. Maggie and I walked back to my place to relax a little and freshen up a bit. As soon as we were in the door she turned and hugged me and kissed me. "Thank you, Dear Benji, you were sweet to do that for me." "Thank you for warning me about the handshake." "I couldn't believe you hurt him. I loved it." "I think he still loves you." "No he still wants to possess me and control me. He never will again." "I would love to possess you too!" "Would you really?" "Yes, but I'm willing to compromise on the control bit." "I want to be in command." "Of what?" "Just you." "Me?" "Yes you, I want you to obey my orders. Understand? Here is your first one. Take me to your bed and screw me silly. OK?" "Yes, Mam! I am yours to command! This way please, your highness." "Don't get funny with me smart-ass, don't forget I was a Marine too." I pressed my mouth to hers and carried her to my bed. I helped her pull her blouse over her head. She wiggled her little butt around as she slipped out of her jeans. I sat on the bed and took my shoes off and pulled my jeans down. I took my leg off and watched as she reached behind her and undid her bra. Her breasts were very lovely, still high and proud with large pointy nipples. She slipped her panties down and her mons was smooth shaven. She was in fabulous condition for any age. My erection was throbbing. She moved to the bed and lay on her back. I slipped up beside her and kissed her sweet lips. I ravished her mouth. My tongue and lips were everywhere in her mouth and on her face. My hands explored her body. I gently caressed her breasts, her hips, and her sex. She had a death grip on my penis. I slid down and sucked in an erect nipple and puffy areola. Delicious. I moved to the other breast and she was obviously having a good orgasm. I moved the other hand to her silky smooth mound. I loved the way it felt and looked. I moved my head to follow my hand. I moved between her legs. I parted her labia with my thumbs, her large nether lips parted too. I ran my tongue over everything. I felt her shiver and tremble as she moaned softly. She cried out as I ran my tongue between her inner lips and all around them before I sucked them into my mouth. I savored their taste and found a tiny trickle of her juices. I lapped them up noisily and she giggled. Her clit was right where it should be and I licked it with my tongue flat then sucked on it too. Then I pulled back and saw I could cover everything with my mouth at one time. I sucked on her whole pussy at once. She screamed in delight. I moved back up over her and rubbed my cock over her pussy to get him slippery with her juices. I pressed forward and he slipped in all the way. My pubes were against hers. She screamed again and startled me. I was so hot I just had to pound mindlessly in and out of her as she shook and moaned. She said she was there and I pounded harder. Then my climax hit like a thunderbolt. I was as stiff as a board and could feel pulse after pulse of my cum gush into her. I couldn't breathe and fell beside her gasping for breath. I pulled her to me and held her tight. If I was going to die that was how I wanted to go. Then I was OK. I didn't let her go though. I just kissed her face and cried a little. "That was so damned good I can't believe it. What have you done to me." "Dear man, I want to know what you did to ME! I realize now that I have never been loved before. Not like that anyway. What did you do?" "I guess I just have to work harder to over come your natural revulsion about my deformity." "What? I never ever thought of your leg and was certainly not revolted by it. I just loved your loving. You did things to me that no one has done before and I really loved what you did. Now you get your second and third orders. Never ever say that to me about your leg. Third, lean back and cuddle me and rest a bit before I make love to you. You got that mister?" "Yes Mam!" We snuggled together and I pulled the covers up over us. I was happy and content. She put her head on my chest and sighed, "I am so happy and content. It is wonderful." I laughed. "Why are you laughing?" "Because I was just thinking to myself about how happy and content I am." "Really?" The next two weeks were like heaven. We were probably not away from each other a total of two hours the whole time. I was deeply in love with the girl. Then it was time for the twins to come home. I offered to fly her down to get them but Maggie said Tom was bringing them home. The night before the girls were to arrive she cried and said she wouldn't be able to see me for a while. Then she told me that the twins and Tom had begged her to have their father and Maggie try to get back together. She said she knew it would never work but that she owed it to the girls to give it a try. I looked at her, "Maggie, do you love me?" "Yes, Benji I do. With all my heart. What else can I do?" "Tell them NO." "I can't do that without giving them their chance." "Does this mean he will be staying in your house?" "Yes." "Sleeping with you?" "I think that is what he has in mind but it won't happen." "How do you expect me to handle this? I flat out hate this. I love you Maggie and thought we would get married. I guess you haven't been thinking along those lines. I think you have just dumped me again." Turning Point "Never." "Baby, I think you have to make a choice. Right now. Me or him. You have to have known this was coming. I will put it to you like this. I love you and want you to be my wife. I will do my very best to be the best step-father your kids could ever have. I have more money than we can spend. I have no one else." "Yes, Benji, I will marry you. I do love you. Let me straighten this out first. I know this is his idea. I don't think the girls would have come up with this. I can't resolve this over the phone. Please give me a little time, I hate being away from you even for a few hours, I don't know if I can make it through a night with out you beside me. I will try to resolve this with the girls very quickly. I have to talk to them without him influencing them.." "All right, take as long as you need. I don't want him sleeping in the house with you. That is the only condition I have. What I mean is I don't want you sleeping with him." "I won't do that." I took her in my arms and held her tight. "I have bad feelings about this, Maggie, I think this is the end of my world. I am going to take you home now." "Now, I thought we would have tonight together." "Now, I want you to really miss me. If you don't have a problem with tonight you can make a switch tomorrow." "What!" "I love you Maggie, I need you, I don't want to live without you. I'll give you a couple of days, then I'm out of here." It was the hardest thing I have ever done. I drove her home and walked her to her door. I kissed her and said, "I love you Maggie, and I want you to know I always will. I need to tell you that no matter what happens, this has been the most wonderful and delightful two weeks of my life, I will cherish the memory of them for the rest of my life. Sleep well Dearest girl. I won't." I turned and got in my truck and drove off. I was right, I got no sleep that night. I was not fit to be around the next day. Maggie called about six crying on the phone that she missed me. I told her to call when he was gone. Buck and Lucy came into the hanger while I was working on my plane. Lucy wanted to know what was wrong. I said nothing was wrong, Maggie and I were just having a disagreement. "What! I don't believe that. You two having a fight! You look terrible, do you want to talk about it?" What could it hurt? I told them the whole story. Lucy was crying. "Let me talk to her. This is not right. I see her problem but there has to be a better way." "Tell me about it. I haven't been able to come up with one." "Come on up to the house and have lunch with us." "Thank you very much, Lucy. I just can't eat. I have no appetite at all." "Come up and sit with us, we don't want you to be all alone." "I think I will be all alone for the rest of my life no matter where I go or who I am with. I love you guys but I have plans to make and things to do. I just rerigged the trim tabs on the SNJ and I need to test it." They reluctantly drove off. I took the tow motor and pulled the plane out of the hangar. I unhooked it and climbed aboard. She fired right up. I took off and climbed out on a northerly heading and flew over Maggie's house. His car was in her driveway. The trim was adjusted correctly so I circled back and headed for the strip. I landed and left the plane outside. I did tie her down. I went to the trailer and sat for a little while. I couldn't bring myself to enter our bedroom just now. I went to the den and got some paperwork caught up. I had a few errands to run so I took the truck in and got some papers notarized and witnessed. Drove past her house. His car was still there. Shit! I hated this. Maybe I should just leave early. No, I couldn't do that, I promised her time to straighten things out, to talk to her girls. I owed her that. I went back to the doublewide and arranged my papers. The phone rang and I grabbed it up. There was no one there. I had answered so quickly the Caller ID didn't work. Dumb! Dumb! Dumb! I paced up and down. I couldn't relax at all. I was getting more and more desperate, I didn't know what to do. I walked out to the truck and got my cell phone. I dialed her number. She answered. I said, "Can you talk?" "No!' "Are you alright?" "No, we don't need the house pressure cleaned." "Do, you need more time or do you need help?" "Yes, this is a bad time I am busy now, call back some other time." "911?" "Right, good bye." I dialed 911 and gave them Maggie's address and told them it might be a hostage deal. I opened my desk drawer and got my old pistol out, then ran for my truck. I was on the road in a hurry. I speed dialed Fred and Jessie's house. Fred answered, I gave him a quick rundown and he said he would give Maggie's place a quick scout. I told him that I thought Tom enjoyed hurting people. He said he would be careful. I told Fred I would be at his house in about five minutes. I dialed Maggie's number and when she answered I said, "Unlock the back door if you can." I heard her say to call back tomorrow they were eating dinner. I pulled in Fred's drive with my lights off. Jessie said Fred was over by the fence. I told her to watch for the deputies and to warn them that we would be behind the house. I walked over to where Fred was. He said he could hear Tom yelling every now and then. I asked him if there were an easy way over the fence. He laughed, "Sure there is a gate right back here. Come on." I saw he was carrying a shotgun. We slipped through the gate. Then we moved to the shed. It was only a short distance to the house. I could hear Tom calling Maggie a no good rotten bitch. I guessed he wasn't getting his way. I told Fred to stay by the shed and try to cover me, and if he could help it, to not shoot me. I moved as fast as I could to the shrubs beside the house. I heard noise at the rear of the house and flattened against the house. I heard Tom yell, "Shut the fuckin' door and lock it." I heard Maggie calmly say "It is stuffy in here. Let's get some fresh air in here then I'll shut it and lock it." "I'll give you five minutes." I saw flashing lights out front and Tom yelled, "Some asshole called the cops. Turn out the lights." I hurried to the door and got there just as Maggie and the girls rushed out. Tom was right behind them. He never saw me as I brought the barrel of my old colt down across his head. He dropped like a rock. He had a gun. I grabbed it and stood pointing both guns at him when he looked up. About that time a deputy came around the corner a screamed at me to drop the guns. I told him I would and held them high were he could see them. Maggie told the deputy that Tom was the bad guy. I carefully put the guns where Tom would have a hard time getting to them. A couple more cops appeared and cuffed both Tom and I. Maggie ran to me and hugged and kissed me. She said Tom had gone crazy when she refused to take him back. He was going to take Maggie and the girls back to Punta Gorda with him in the morning. The two girls were crying. One of them asked if they could talk to me. The Deputy asked if they didn't want to talk to their father. They said no, they wanted to talk to me. He said fine just don't get too near me. I don't know if it was April or Anna who started talking. "Momma told us she loves you and wants to marry you. We hope you will do it soon. Momma is so sad. She cries all the time. Our father doesn't really love her. He just wants to boss her around. Please help her." "Sweeties, I want nothing more from life than to make your mother happy. I know we can do it if you help me. We can do it together. Would you like that?" "Oh! Yes. We can tell you lots of things she likes. We can help a lot." The Deputy came over and took the cuffs off of me and they hauled Tom off to Jail. He looked at me, and screamed that he would kill me. The deputy said maybe I would have been better off if I had killed him. I said, "No, it would be hard to win the love and trust of these girls if I had done that and I know their mother didn't want that either. This way was best." "Mister you are right, you would have been tied up in court and facing charges, you did it right." Maggie and I were married in a small family wedding at the Larimore Ranch. It was the turning point of my life. There were now three beautiful females in my life where there had been none. We all moved in the double wide while we looked for a piece of property to build on. We wanted to build our own dream house. Maggie and I put a lot of thought into it. The girls helped too. I had never been loved by three females at once before. It was very nice. Nice, Hell! It was wonderful. They all wanted to please me and they all did. Maggie pleased me the most. Especially when we learned she was pregnant with a boy. Great! I needed another male around. The twins called me Pops, they argued over whose turn it was to sit in my lap. They loved to wait on me and fix my drinks in the evening. They each wanted my attention. I tried to divide it evenly. Maggie got the most though. I never even had to raise my voice to discipline either girl. My frown sent them into tears. It didn't happen often. Maggie was the joy of my life. She was my best friend, my lover and my commander. I loved the orders she gave me when we were in our bed room with the door locked. Turning Point We have been married now for over ten years. We have had our good times and we are now going through the bad. Having had three children and working shifts have taken their toll on our relationship. More to the point our sexual libidos have grown apart. Its true, where she has remained the same since I lost her virginity, I have not. She would be happy to "make love" perhaps twice during the month, lights off, nightie on, foreplay a no go and strictly missionary... Where, I have now been banging my frustrated cock during most nights to images of perversion that would completely destroy our marriage. You see, for over five years I have been trawling web sites for sluts in nylon stockings, Basques, 6 inch spiked heels with tight skirts, shaved pussy's that have a wanton lust for cock. I fantasies that, for once, just once in my life, my wife would be such a woman. To take me in that way, to slut dress, to seduce, to order, to demand, to vocally orgasm and to fuck my brains out until I can no longer give her the sperm that she screams for. Yes a nylon slut, huh, in my fucking wildest dreams... But in the real world, I cannot remember the year when I last had a blow job from her. Or her desire to allow me to lick her clit or even the verbal acknowledgement that she has cum, that's if she ever has. You see the endless apologies of "not tonight dear, I'm too tired" or the sigh of relief when she starts her period. Yeah, if I'm lucky I might experience her blank gaze at the ceiling with the silent look of "get it over and done with..." Her frigidity is now destroying our once happy union. I have tried desperately to revive all this. I have showered her with gifts of expensive jewellery, designer French lingerie and perfume even a brand new car, but these materialistic objects have never been the catalyst of any passion. I have given her so much love, wowed her, taken her out for meals, danced in romantic foreign settings, yet all the romance in the world could not change my innocent wife into the slut that I crave for. So I regretfully allow myself to continue the porn surfing and the fantasizing. How sad, but I know if this alternative is not pursued, I know I would have to look elsewhere. I love her too much to have that affair... ..................................................................... It's Friday, seven thirty and I am all set for work. "See ya love, I'm off shortly. Oh, do you want me to purchase the crystal today? I'm in town at lunch. I could nip into the store if you'd like?" "Hang on babes, I'm just getting the kids dressed for school, oh I don't know. I shall have to check the bank account; that crystal might take us overdrawn" She struggles with her eldest son, "Hold still whilst I button your shirt, Mike". I stand at the bottom of the stairs to hear her tussle with the school uniform, then she peaks around into the stairwell, "I shall call you later this morning to let you know, we might have to wait until I get paid..." "Ok, hon. I'm off now, catch you later. Oh, are you working tonight?" "Naw, thank god. Tonight's my night off, I shall see you later..." "Ok hon, bye for now." I leave with her blowing a kiss at me. I realise that I am still smiling until I think of the day ahead... .................................. I return from the school run, throw my keys on the kitchen table and make a cup of tea. I stand there thinking of what to do. The ironing? I look at the pile that has gathered, mm naw – maybe later. What else, yeah the crystal, I must check the account. I switch on the computer, watching it slowly power up; I log on and check my mail, nothing worth mentioning. I move my mouse over to the start button, toward the internet icon but miss it and hit the "my recent documents" icon. There I see files that I have never seen before... missslutty.jpg... wench.jpg... slut_stocking01.jpg.. The list is long. I am confused... "What the..." I slowly murmur under my breath. I look away from the pc. Why are these here? How have they got there? It's got to be him. His late nights at the pc, hour after hour of online gaming are more like hour after hour of porn surfing! My cheeks flush with anger yet I want to see the evidence, I move the mouse down to an icon "stocking_slave_01.jpg" and hesitatively click on it. A window opens and I gasp...! There I see a woman, in a black corset, seamed stockings and the highest heels that I have ever seen, with no panties may I hasten to add, with her gloved hand grappling a naked mans hair forcing him to lick the seam of her outstretched nylon leg!! The woman's face is forceful, gritted teeth, dominant. I open another, stocking_slave_02.jpg. This time it's a close up of his face to her private parts. Oh my god, she has shaven herself... completely! His tongue has parted her womanhood. He has a leather collar around his neck with a leash that she uses against his will to pull him closer... I then click on another, Stockslut_01.mpg. Another window opens, and there begins five minutes of an unimaginable scene. A whore or a prostitute of some kind; being taken on a large table by three men. She again has seamed fishnet stockings, a deep suspender belt, satin gloves, large hooped earings and a long diamond necklace. My god, how can she allow this to happen, three men? I watch as she gets onto her knees, her stockings torn, and she is fed a penis into her mouth, whilst she slowly rises and falls onto a straddled man. The other does the imaginable and inserts himself into her anus... my god. The grunting is interrupted by the woman who continues to demand the onslaught, "your cocks must all come at once", "come on you bastards", "fuck me harder", "cum in my swollen pussy and my well used ass", "fuck your slut". She pumps her gloved hand around a huge penis aimed towards her wide open mouth, her tongue ready to catch, looking into his eyes. Then looking around to her other men, she commands them to cum to return to catch her prize in her mouth, she's screaming whilst her men are all groaning. I see cum running over her face, bottom and pussy and I watch as she finally sweeps her satin finger across her anus and feeds herself to the camera. My god... I'm stunned. The clip freezes, and I lay back into the seat. I am shocked and sickened, yet... I'm wet. I jump out of the chair and return back to the kitchen. I take a couple of gulps from the cup of tepid tea, flushed with the thought that I had been lured into seeing such depravity. How dare he... How dare he put that on our computer! I try and remove the images from my mind and the throbbing of my vagina...how dare he... I pull out the ironing board and begin the chore, but looking over to the computer that by now is busy with the screensaver. I iron faster. I cannot get the images out of my mind. Where has he been to get these... why is he doing this? What for? I give him pleasure, maybe not enough, but we still have our moments, we have had our children. Life seemed ok between us. So why? I cannot take this torment; I have discovered something that I must understand. Why has he put porn on our pc? I rest the iron to one side and return to the pc. I move the mouse and it immediately reverts back to the still movie. I click that away and return back to his betraying folder of "my recent documents". I right click on one and go to its properties... c:\\my documents\pics\misc\others\... I open and explore the pc, investigating... There I find what must be thousands of pictures and movies clips that all have a common theme... Sluts, I mean dirty whores who know what they want from their gigolos, to seduce their men wearing stockings, sexy undergarments galore, heels, you name it, to fuck their brains out in the most demanding way... always wearing stockings... I realise and suddenly I feel the blood drain away from my head. A headache suddenly kicks in. A fear comes over me and I begin to shake for my thoughts are racing... For years he has purchased me all these kinds of sexy lingerie. I have countless stockings, which I seldom wear, only for parties and special occasions, Corsets and Basques with thongs, evening ball gown gloves to go with the expensive dresses. Jewellery that is both expensive and sexy...my god... He wants me to be his SLUT!! I begin to whimper, my hands shaking, running them through my hair, my breathing fast and relentless, my heart pounding. I am shaking and tears begin to fall to the floor. Yet during all of this, what shocks me most of all is that I remain wet...my vagina - I can feel the folds of my pussy flowering, the blood rushing into its fleshy folds... I blush once again, knowing ashamedly that this is turning me on. My own body betrays the Christian morals that I have stood for all my life. God, what was I to do? ....................................... The turning point. ....................................... I begin to realise that something must be done about this. As our marriage has aged I have become sexually comfortable with what we have had. Yet this has never been enough for him, obviously. I begin to realise that our marriage will either fail with divorce from an exposed affair - god forbid. Or has he already found his slut? I know if our lives continue this way it would be only a matter of time for this to happen... unless, Could I become his new affair? His slut? So there it began, I commenced on the most exciting scheme of my married life. It's a case of, if you can't beat them, you join them and boy, would this be some joining. I knew this was a turning point of our marriage. It would have to change or it would be doomed if I allowed his secret porn surfing to continue. I rang my mums and asked her in a surprisingly confident voice to pick up the kids after school, she said that wouldn't be a problem, that infact they would love to have them overnight if I wished. They had beds set up there all the time with spare clothing for them so I agreed without hesitation. That gave me the chance to shop. .......................................... I did check the account, there was plenty of money there, but I text him to say not to get the crystal, we wouldn't be able to afford it today... I already had nice lingerie, a lot of it was sexy, sensual silks, lacy but I wanted something a bit more special, a bit more sluttier. I chose to go into town and instead of calling into lasenza I continued onto Anns Summers. There I went through to the back and with some embarrassment, I got advice and understanding help from the assistants, I purchased well over five hundred pounds of goodies. I then drove to and a rather unorthodox shoe shop for a very special pair of shoes. Without time to spare, I returned home, parking the car into the garage so that the nosy neighbours did not get the chance to see my booty. I returned to the pc and trawled the computer and the internet, looking, watching, learning. Seeing how they dressed, their makeup, their actions, their vocabulary, their demands and their dominance. Like a student I took notes in my mind, memorising the slut way. I had to become one, for my darling husband. I poured a hot deep bath. Candles lit, music playing with bath oils that scented the room. I reached for the shaving foam and razor and began to shave my legs. I wouldn't say I have long legs; I'm average height, 5'7" not over or under weight, just average. I have a bit of a tummy from having three kids but I remain in reasonable shape. My below shoulder length dark brown with blonde highlighted hair is bunched out the way as I continue on to shave my armpits. I look down to my mons. I have soft downy hair that I usually shave to retain a rectangular strip; just enough for the bikini line as I swim a lot. As I lather up in my hands and apply the cream to my mons my thoughts are again elsewhere. Back to all those images of sluts, my nipples become erect and ache for my touch, yet I look down to see that I have smothered all my hair with cream, even around the folds of my labia and without thought I begin for the very first time, to shave softly away all my public hair. Once I had towel dried, I applied baby oil to my body, feeling the sensualness and the smoothness of my legs and, huuh...mmm oh god I brush my oiled finger over my womanhood and I feel the swollen lips of my pussy. God it's so sensitive, so silken; like satin sheets. Believe this or not, but the first time in my life, I dipped my own finger into my pussy. I have never masturbated before but the feelings of being such a naughty, no, a dirty slut started to make me do these things... mmm I am slick with my own juices, god it's been so long... Within seconds I run my other hand over by bald pussy, whilst dipping in and out with my other, pumping on my pussy, "Oh god yes, I shall be your slut tonight...ughh.. oh yeah, sssss yeah". I begin to shudder as my orgasm took over my body. I Collapse onto the tiled floor, breathing heavily. It takes awhile to get over what had happened. Something had changed in me and I knew, from now on that our lives would invariably change forever. I paint my nails. I usually have a French polish but today I decided to do something dramatic. I paint them black from the cuticle out but I run a bright red edge to the square ended tips. Dominant and fiery. I stand at the bed naked and place my purchases on the bed. I admire and stroke the leather corset and matching g string. I take out all the sex toys that we have never purchased before and hold them in disbelief as I have never felt or used such items before. Then picking up the jewellery I marvel at its sparkling effect. I take the shoes out of the box. They are black patent platformed spiked heels with two straps at the heel. Six inches in height with at least one and a half inches of platform; they look so stunning yet they exude dominant excellence. God, can I walk in these things? I take hold of the corset and place it around my naked waist which envelops my 36C bosom. Luckily the shop assistant had tried it on me and had set it to the correct tightness. I struggle somewhat with the hooks and eyes and tighten the lacing to the back, again with some difficulty. I take a look at my hourglass figure, knowing the corset fit is just right. I go into the drawer and bring out a pair of Gerbe contrast black seamed Cuban heel stockings. Glossed and silken, the colours are so contrasting. Taking my time, I carefully prepare them and roll them slowly up my outstretched legs, ensuring that the seams run perfectly up the centre of my legs. The ultra sheerness of the black nylon to the striking seam with the Cuban heel make my legs look so sexy, I run my hands over them, softly taking out any creases and I begin to fasten the six large suspender straps to the black shiny welt of the stockings, listening to the chink of the loose straps as I slowly clasp them to the nylon. Once I am done I pick up the g string and bring it up to my nose and smell the intoxicating aroma of the leather. The garment looks so dainty yet so powerful. I can't believe I am doing this... I arch over and place the thong through my legs and up to envelope my smooth pussy. I become instantly wet again as I feel the luxury of the leather against my lips and I struggle to keep another orgasm from building up. I pant and begin to breathe deeply to retain my composure. I straighten my hair and spend almost an hour preparing my makeup. I pamper myself with a dark black powdery eye shadow with false lashes and a rouge blusher with a dark red glossed lipstick. The look is complete with a pair of three inch silver hooped earings, a diamante choker with a silver and diamante effect chain that falls from it. I then slide my feet into the spiked heels and buckle in the straps. A few more sexy touches; a diamante ankle bracelet, a frilly satin and lace garter on my right leg, long satin gloves with a diamante bracelet and a dress ring. I look in the mirror and gasp at the sight. No going back now, you're his dominant slut now. My chest heaving, my nipples almost exposed above the tight corset, my pussy throbbing; I know that our second honeymoon shall soon begin! With an half an hour to spare I slowly walk back to the pc... .............................. I begin to play a another slut movie on the pc, turning up the volume so that I can hear them all moaning as I sit with my legs apart running the silken glove over my smooth hairless pussy. I pull the leather g string to one side, making me feel more of a slut as it digs into my ass cheeks. mmm yeah, it feels so good. Then I hear the door slam shut as I hear his voice from the hallway getting louder as he enters the kitchen, "Hi Hon, I'm home, I tell you what today was a bitch of a day and I..." I see him standing there, frozen, with the days unopened mail falling to the floor, looking at me, darting his eyes over to the pc, to see a gang bang taking place, then instantly back to me. I keep my cool. "Well today isn't the only bitch that you're gonna have. From now on, things are gonna change around here". I pull out my smeared glove from my pussy, dripping with my love juices, and then slide my finger into my mouth. I can taste the sweetness; it's intoxicating aroma, making me even more wet, knowing how much of a slut I look right now for him. I stand up. He is still motionless, unable to comprehend what is going on. I tower over him wearing the platform heels. "Today I found out about your little secret fetishes. Your dirty fuck whores, your electronic sluts. Yes I get the picture now in what you have bought me. You want me to be your stocking slut, don't you!" I pick up a dildo from the table, I can smell its newness as I bring it to my mouth, its large and black yet I feed myself with it". "mmmmm I bet you would love to see me fuck a big black man, wouldn't you?". "Well my darling husband, for far too long our sex life has been mundane and pathetic. Partly my fault but yours also. You kept all this away from me. But today, it's going to become reality. Now bitch, get undressed for your slut wife, NOW!" Without a word he undresses in the middle of the kitchen, hopping as he struggles to remove his suit trousers, then his underpants come off freeing his cock. Oh god, his cock – I have never seen it this big! I continue to keep my cool and remain in character. "Kneel for me my slave husband as today you shall service my sexual needs and demands, if you do not you shall be punished". "Well? What do you say bitch?" I demand slapping the black cock into my hand as if it were a weapon. "Y... yes, yeah I..." he really is stunned into silence. "It's, Yes Mistress!" I walk over to him, striding with confidence and surprising agility with those impossible heels. I point the cock directly at his face, "You shall call me Mistress from now or the punishment shall be administered!" as I slap the cock over his arse. "Yes Mistress..." he lowers his head, submissively. Now I've got him... I take a leather strap with a metal hoop and tie it to his neck. He really can't believe what is going on, wondering if I am his real wife at all. I smile as a have my back to him. I pick up the newly purchased paddle and smack his bottom. Walking around him, the heels clicking on the kitchen floor, I declare, "You're mine from now on, bitch". "Yes mistress" I stand directly in front of him and pull the leather thong to one side, my bald pussy inches away from his face. I can feel the juices running down to the tops of my stockings, as he can see my arousal betraying my dominance. Yet I play it to my advantage, "Lick my slut juices, there's a good stud". He immediately lunges his head to my pussy and begins to lick feverishly, "mmm yeah lick my whore clitoris, my fuck stud; this is what you want isn't it. A whore wife with a smooth cunt, yeah mmm." Then, teasing him I pull away, his face all slick with my juices. I gather the toys and take hold of his leash and like a dog I usher him upstairs. Turning Point .................................................. I snap at him as we enter the room, "Lie on the bed, now!" He does so without question, and I begin to tie him up with old stockings, binding his legs and hands to the divan drawers, He is breathing so hard – he is panting quite literally like a dog, mmmm his beautiful cock is so large, purple and straining to release its seed. I stand to the side of the bed, "Well my stud husband, today is a turning point in our marriage. You have had a secret fetish going on for some time. You have craved for stocking sluts yet you have never been satisfied with your innocent wife. Well my fuck hubby do u see this pussy?" I move both my gloved hands to either sides of the string of the thong and I slowly push the g string lower, revealing my wet bald pussy. I slowly pull it over my garter and allow it to fall to the floor. I begin to run a gloved hand over my steaming pussy, pulling my mons up with the other, revealing my swollen clit. His eyes are bulging, his breathing is heavy to the point of hyperventilating. I take the big black cock dildo and I place my right heel up onto the bed, so my pussy is looking straight at him, open and wet. I begin slide the vibrating cock into my hot love hole, "mmmm my black cock feels so good... mmmm I bet you wished you were watching a another man fuck me right now wouldn't you? mmmm yeah". I remove the member and place it to his mouth, "lick my juices..." "Yes mistress" and he proceeds to devour this black cock, the sight almost takes me over the edge. I quickly kneel over his cock and I begin to forcefully suck his cock in my mouth. God, It was the horniest time of my life. I never licked to give him head but at that moment, it was like candy. Within a dozen strokes of my mouth he came in my mouth, spurt upon spurt as I struggled to swallow all of his pearl seed. It overflowed onto the glove so I looked straight into his eyes and the licked the final strands away. God I needed to cum so badly. As he lay there recovering I took the stocking binds away and leant over the dressing table, legs spread out, my ass in the air with my black cock buzzing in and out of my cunt. "Get off the bed stud and fuck your slut whore!" He slowly gets up and kneels behind me watching; there he runs his hands over my seamed stockings. Then he does the same thing with his mouth, running his quivering tongue up the seam of each stocking, from the heel to the welt of the nylon top. He kisses my pussy lips, letting the ribbed vibrator run over his lips as he flicks his tongue over my love hole. "I said fuck me bitch!" He stands behind me, aligns himself up and begins to pull the black cock out of me. I quickly turn my head around, "No Bitch, my cock stays there," I run a gloved hand over my anus... "Enjoy reality my darling husband because your fantasies are a thing of the past, because your slut whore wife wants it there, that's right I want it in the ass!" ................... We made love; no we had a sweet loving fuck session for the rest of the evening, through the night until early morning. Never once did the stockings or corset come off. He managed to free my tits though and had bit them until they were too sore to touch. But it was so good. He came inside me at least a dozen times. I was fucked senseless until my legs shook uncontrollably. We fucked in all sorts of positions and our vocabulary had changed from "I'm going to cum" to "fuck me harder you slut!" Yes that day was a turning point. Since then, we have bought sexy bondage gear for each other, more stockings, higher heels, and even more toys. We both shave one another regularly, mmmm his cock looks huge that way. Our self confidences have grown exponentially; I dress a lot more revealing in public and flirt with other men, which sends him wild. He does the same yet I tease him, suggesting that I may take her myself and only allow him to watch. Yes, we have told all our wildest fantasies to each other releasing all the secrets that we ever had which has brought us so much closer. Threesomes and group sex, voyeurism, anal (why did I ever find that repulsive until now), BDSM it's all new and ever so sexy. We are now surfing and watching porn together. Enjoying what everyone else has to give, and a lot more. We stumbled onto your website, literotica. Your website has given us further insight to other people's fantasies and realities. We have embraced those stories have even re-enacting out a few roles. So we thank you literotica and we hope you enjoyed the turning point of our marriage. Turning Point Let me take a moment to thank al those who have written to me, sent pictures and e-mails. I want to thank ladies and the few married couples first. I think it is wonderful that mature couples can read my stories and get a warm glow that last thru out the day. I have made friends with a lady near my age that is also a widow. We have much in common and are going to meet shortly to exchange experiences of your lives. Her freedom from the ethical ties started when she was much younger than what I did. So after we have spent a few days together maybe my dear readers we will have a few new stories as told to me by: Again thanks to all that e-mail me.... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was one of those mornings that just start out right. I woke to see the warm spring sun streaming in my bedroom windows. Normally I roll over, pull the covers over my head an take another hour to wake up. I am retired you know. So I can pretty much do as I please. I had made a list of things to do around the house. This is the house in town before I moved to the country. My lot is near the middle of the block. The lot next to me on the south side has been vacant for twenty years. The house on the north side is a beautiful old three story that had been renovated and is in better condition than my house. It was just sold after being on the market for almost a year. The family trust that was doing the selling put a price on it and held to it. I was glad to see this beautiful old house was once again going to be lived in. A house needs to have souls and laugher to keep it alive too. Kind of like the life's blood that trickles through my old ass. I got out of bed and took my sixty two year old body to the shower. I like to wake up with a stream of hot prickly water pin pointing my skin. It kind of gives me a good feeling. I live alone most of the time. I do have a house guest from time to time. My sometimes lover stops by when he gets horny, I have a lady friend that gets in trouble all the time and she needs a place to hide once in a while. Some times she jump in my bed and sometimes not. We are not lesbians, but feel as if the joy of sex can be had by all. Or is that Bi... I like to walk around the house naked with my poor old floppy forty double DD's swinging free. Some times they feel too heavy to be free bout today was not one of those days. I took my coffee out on the back porch to stand where I could see the movers carry in a thousand boxes from the moving truck on the street. They could not see me but I like to look at men at work with there shirt all sweaty and clinging to there hard bodies. Okay, old ladies can dream just like old men. There were four younger men and old older guy that seemed to be the boss. He was thick through the shoulders, a little bit of a pot belly but he was a handsome devil. I wondered if he was local or from where ever my new neighbors came from. I have maybe thirty feet of lawn between my drive way and the hedge row that separates the properties. My lot is twice the size of the one next door as my house sits on a double lot. I watched this older guy talk to the men, point and give instruction where to place the boxes and furniture. He moved with a light grace of foot. I wondered if he was a good dancer. I had not gone dancing in a long time. The last time I went out dancing I got in trouble and ended up with a very sore; well never mind what was sore but I will say I had a hard time sitting for a few days. Yes, Yes, yes I know it was stupid of me but those two guys were so nice and after a few drinks my good sense if I ever had it went out the motel door and never did come back. One was near my age, married from out of town and the second was a young guy in training. After that night I believe those guys were closer and had a great deal to talk about on the return trip to where ever they were from. I hope the married guy took some new ideas for his love life home with him to enjoy with his wife. When you have been married over twenty yeas like he had sometimes ones' love life need a shot of fresh blood or new ideas... Oh yes; as I remember the younger guy was engaged to the older guy's daughter. It might be hard to explain what they learned that night if either mother/wife or daughter found out what they were doing to one another. Well, yes me too over and over and over again... LOL it was fun night. I was just wondering if any of those younger men were related to the older guy. God, darn there I go again thinking with my pussy and not my head. Do you think that men are the only ones that think with their sexual organs? When I feel my nipples get hard, my pussy squeals and my head goes numb I just have to follow my horny little feeling where ever they lead me. As I stood there my pussy, my freshly washed Polish pussy was quivering like a scared rabbit. God you would think I never got fucked. That is when I went side slipped on my terry cloth robe with nothing else to impede my desires as I walked out and across my drive way. OH, yes I had inserted my little silver balls just for fun and besides I liked the way they feel when I walk with them in place. Picking a place to stand on my side of the hedge row was not too hard I stood behind the lowest hedge so the older guy could get a good look at my old body. What the fuck if you go fishing you need to use the best bate. My sizeable tits were my best bate. He saw me coming across the grass and with a smile on his aged face he walked toward me. He said "Hi; how are you this fine Irish morning? I hope we did not wake you or are not making too much noise?" He asked. I gave him my best (I want to fuck) smile and said "No; not at all. I have been up for awhile. I was just wondering where you came from and who my new neighbors might be." His wide bright eyes roamed from hedge top to my face and back down to the swelling in my robe. I could see I had guessed right he was a tit man. "We drove over from New Port City. Had to come around by way of Wallenberry because the old bridge is being replace down by Bay City. No Mrs." He looked at me waiting for me to finish his statement. So I said "Raven, Wilda Raven. I'm the nosey old widow lady next door." I said laughing. He drew back his shoulders and said "A very pretty one at that." I would say. I smiled and even managed a blush and thanked him for the compliment. "Can I offer you something" I said smiling. Then added to "Drink; of course your men too." "My, my; it is too early to start drinking for any one else but for an Irish man its never too early" He said laughing. "But no thanks my dear Wilda. We need to get as much of the truck unloaded today as we can. I got another job day after tomorrow back in New Port City." I smiled and asked "Then you'll be staying in town over night? I'm sorry what did you say your name is?" He leaned close and said "O' Shay, Thomas O' Shay" We seemed to talking along the same line. So I said "Well Mr. Thomas if you need any thing a poor old widow lady could give you. All you need is ask. Come over any time I'll be home all day." I brought my coffee cup up to my trembling lips and let a few drops of coffee drip on my robe right between my tits. I said "Oh, shit." And as I brushed the few drops off the neck line of my robe my robe gapped open so the tops of my breasts were visible. "How silly of me." I laughed and walked back toward my house swinging my hips just to let him know he could have a piece of this ass if he wanted it. Just as I walked up on the porch I turned back and said "My bedroom is right up there pointing at the second floor window. Wave if you need anything." I'm so bad I can hardly stand my self... But Oh, God isn't it fun. A few minutes later I was standing at my window drapes fully open stark naked. He was not looking. But I saw a young man across the drive in the third floor window looking as me smiling and waving. He had both hands on the window frame. He was shaking his hips so his cock was swinging back and forth. It looked like he was waving. I smiled and waved back. Then I shook my shoulders making my big old saggy tits bouncing and swinging back and forth. I think we were talking in some kind of strange sign language. What ever it was this young man was getting the message because his cock was growing. His name was Andy and he was the first to make it up to my bedroom. Andy came over and up to my bedroom without stopping to talk to the boss Thomas. Somewhere between my back door and my bedroom young youthful Andy lost his pants. Andy found me on the bed legs spread, lifted to the heavens in a thankful gesture and praise the Lord for horny young men. Andy was quick, to the point with no foreplay and delivered a stream of molten lava deep in the old fuck hole. But not matter how quick he was he made me reach for the sky as I let out the old (I did to) scream in thanks for his attentions. Andy was nearly as quick to leave as he was to climb my fat old ass. You would think this would have left me feeling used and tossed out. But not this old bird. Hell I found it refreshing and some what exciting that Andy who was maybe twenty found me sexy enough to want to fuck at all. His exuberance was kind of erotic and left me on the bed aroused still and ready for a next time which was going to cum, or it that come sooner than I thought. I was still lying there feeling the rhythm and bouncing of the bed letting it all sink in when I heard foot falls on my stairs. The warm sperm was still running out of my well fucked pussy when Albert entered my room. Unlike Andy Albert introduced himself as he stood at the side of the bed unbuckling his belt. Albert was a slim, short man that looked sinewy and very strong. As his smiled down at me I offered a hand. He took my hand and I pulled him closer to the bed. He pants dropped an there was a smaller, less thick cock but one that was so hard I don't think I could have bent it with a crow bar. It was already dripping with lubricant as I took his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my head held it in his powerful hands and started fucking my mouth with youthful vigor. God why did I waste more than half my life on one man. If I had only known there were boys like this just waiting to fuck in my youth I could have fucked an army. Albert was wearing a narrow band of gold on his finger but at this moment I was use he was not thinking about his wife. I really didn't give a fuck if he was married or not. I had plans for this small less intrusive cock and it was not to suck him off. I moved back, got up on all fours and spread my ass cheeks with both hands as my head was buried in the pillow. Albert gave out a kind of wild animal cry and quickly grabbed my hips and found my ass with his rigid member. Albert was an experienced ass fucker. He touched my as with the head of his cock and very slowly applied pressure as I relaxed and let the tip of his cock slide past my outer ring. I knew he wanted to push on in but Albert was so gentle and slowly pushed a few times and then pulled back to allow my ass to stretch to his size. Then he got it well in only to draw back nearly all the way out feeling my muscles tight around his cock and then welcomed him back in. I let him know it was ready for him I cried "fuck me, fuck my ass." And we were off to the races. Albert was good, he was very very good. He had me screaming loader than before and I felt my cunt squeeze as if it were full of hot cock. I climaxed and felt the wetness run down my legs and this time is was all mine as Albert flood my bowels and shook the whole world, my world his world and the house nearly came off the foundation. Damn, damn, damn again I was pissed because I wasted my youth. Why did I have to wait until I was in my fifties to find out fucking for fun was so God damn much fucking FUN? Albert took a minute to leave via my bathroom to wash his cock and say "You're wonderful." I felt like the mother I had never been. I waited and after fifteen minutes and there were no more foot falls on my stairs I got up and took a shower plus to do the cleaning out of every orifice and get ready to start my day. Maybe Thomas wanted to wait until later. My mind must have been up my ass because I remember I had an appointment in just a few minutes across town. Pulling my hair back to hold it in place with a clamp comb. I dashed out the door while the garage door was still going up. The Jaguar roared to life and I went screeching out the driveway. After my appointment I went to the Stark hotel for lunch. My friend Karen was there with a friend and wanted me to join them but I declined. I knew she would soon be I a room with this guy and much as I would have liked to join them as I had before. I just wanted to relax, have lunch and go home to wait for the sun to go down. I ordered coffee and a sandwich. It came a few minutes later with a cool looking drink set along side it with my coffee next to that. I look up and there at the bar was an older man with gray sidewalls and dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans. Not the usual business crowd for this time of day. He smiled and I nodded back with a smile. It was really not an invitation to join me but he came over any way. He did ask if he could join me. I again only nodded to the other side of the booth. We exchanged names and he introduced him self as a retired military who had just moved back to town after losing his wife. I don't know if that was to make me feel sorry for him or if that information was just general conversation. He did seem nice and we talked. I quickly let him know I was a widow and have moved here some fifteen years ago with my husband. I had no children and lived alone. This man had a way of getting information out of a person with out have trying. But he was also forth coming and said he had been looking for a place via a real estate agent long before he decided to move back to his home town. I asked him if he had found a place he said yes over on Maple drive. I laughed and shook my head laughing so hard tears came to my eyes. He looked at me just sitting there smiling like the gentle man he is until I got my act together and told him there was a moving van parked at the house next to mine when I left the house this morning. He got this wonderful smile that reached from ear to ear and so did I. My little pea brain was working over time as I thought, he looked in great shape and I bet he cold still deliver the goods even at his age. Which I gusset was near mine of maybe more. I knew this was the start of something even if he did not know it yet. I would fill him in later. After the movers left. I did not want my new friend to know I had met the movers. Well two of them any way. I was tickled to death when said he had to go back to New Port City this afternoon but would be at the house late tomorrow afternoon after the movers left. I may get to meet the old Irish boss yet and maybe the third mover as well. Hell what not fuck them all my old pussy was always willing to met and greet a stranger. That is what it's for: right? Nest the new neighbor... Turning Point Man subdues angry girlfriend and changes everything. (Short Story) Looking back on it now, it was a turning point for us. We had been dating for a little over a year, and things had gone from fairly fantastic, to routine, to downright ugly. We were arguing over every little thing, it seemed; completely at odds with one another. I can't speak for Rob, but for me, it wasn't purposeful or anything. Things were just unsettled between us, I guess. My dad used to always say, Shit or get off the pot. We were at that point in our relationship where we were stuck somewhere in between. Constipated, I guess. We weren't ready to commit, but not ready to quit, either. Sort of stuck in that dead space, going nowhere but in a circle, and frustrated as hell. Yeah, constipated. Only, I don't think either of us was aware of it at the time. So, there we were, in the middle of a nasty bout of over-the-shoulder zingers, followed by the usual silent treatment. It had been going on for days. I don't recall exactly what started it, but that was hardly relevant by the time Friday of that week rolled around. I thought it was a little strange that Rob wasn't home from work by the time I arrived. He always got off work before I did. But it wasn't something that caused alarm immediately. I mean, I didn't exactly make it a habit to keep that close of tabs on him at all times. By the time the sun was setting, however, I was starting to get worried. Okay, to be more accurate, irritated. His absence was irritating me. I don't recall what time he strolled through the door, but I do recall letting him have it before he could even remove his hand from the doorknob. "Where, the fuck, have you been?" He briefly held up a plastic bag and then let his hand drop back to his side as he walked briskly toward the bedroom. "So... What?! You went shopping and didn't have the decency to call me?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Did it ever occur to you that I might want to do something? It is Friday night. Would've been nice to get together with some people from work." "Then why didn't you? I don't care if you go out with friends." "I thought we were doing something." "Like what?" "I don't know. Something." "We haven't done anything on a Friday night, or hardly any other night for that matter, in weeks. Fuck, maybe months. Why should tonight be any different?" "That's not the point. You could have called, you inconsiderate bastard." Rob drew a deep breath in through his nose. His eyes closed as he slowly emptied his lungs of air. When he opened his eyes, his pupils were large, black marbles, and his jaw was clenched tight. I could feel my heart rate quicken. He's pissed now. I instinctively took a step backward. Rob had never struck me, shoved me, or even threatened me before. But he'd never looked quite the way he did at that moment. I knew I'd pushed him too far. It was a combination of events, the culmination of a miserable week of nastiness. He clenched his fists and then released them several times, as if readying himself for physical action; all the while, staring straight at me, or rather through me, with those ominous eyes. A chill crept up my spine leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. I could still hear my last word hanging in the stagnant air between us. His voice was a menacing whisper that I had to strain to hear. "I've had enough." His tone, his eerily quiet manner, and total stillness, sucked the fire right out of me. I was frozen in place. My mind spun in meaningless circles trying to process his words. We'd had our share of fights over the previous few weeks, but it was never like this. For every name, every insult I dished out, he matched me to the tee. He was as quick with his tongue as I was, and not at all shy about it. And loud. Our fights could shake the rafters loose. This was different. Rob took a step backward and then turned toward the dresser. He dumped the contents of the plastic bag on top and sorted through the items, plucking a couple of things from the pile before spinning back toward me. I'm not sure I even noticed what he had in his hand. His deathly glare seemed to paralyze me as he moved closer. "Rob, I..." "Shut up, Cynthia." I don't know if it was his use of my formal name, instead of Cindy, that startled me, or just his overall demeanor. Or it could have been what he was holding in his hands, and I just don't remember. Whatever it was, I was literally frozen with fear. He reached out and plucked my wrist, pulling and twisting in a way that forced me to spin until my back was to him. He yanked my other arm behind me, and in a matter of seconds, my wrists were attached together, secured at the small of my back. He must've shoved me toward the bed, because I began to fall onto it, in what felt like slow motion. My head turned sideways as it was about to hit the mattress, but I was too stunned to do anything else to prevent what was happening to me. Rob climbed onto the bed, straddling my torso and pinning me hard against my bound limbs. In his clenched fists was a length of material that he swiftly clamped down over my mouth, until the silky material was sliding between my lips. He had the scarf firmly fastened behind my neck before it even registered in my brain what he was doing. Finally, my brain caught up or something. I was mad. I started to scream obscenities at him, but was immediately surprised by how muffled the sound came out through the scarf. "That's why I had to gag you. We can't get anywhere with that mouth of yours." I yelled, fuck you through the scarf. It didn't come out clear, but it wasn't difficult to figure out what I'd said. "Oh, we'll get to that. Don't worry. But you need to listen to what I have to say first." I wasn't ready to give up the fight. I swung my legs wildly and bucked my body in an attempt to throw him off balance, and off my body. It was no use. My legs gained no purchase as they were dangling off the edge of the bed, not touching the floor or the mattress. After several minutes of senseless flailing, I finally stilled myself. I was having difficulty drawing enough breath through the scarf to sustain such physical exertion. Except for my panting, I lay completely quiet beneath him. "Are you finished?" I shot him as evil a look as I could with my eyes. But I had no other ammunition. He'd effectively taken away my primary weapon, my voice, and any means of escaping his wrath. "After this is over, if you want to pack your things and walk out the door, I won't stop you." I nodded my head furiously. "We can't keep living the way we have been. Something's gotta change, Cyn." He lifted his buttocks off my torso, but gripped my sides with his knees to keep me in place. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a knife, and opened the serrated blade. I began to realize the seriousness of my situation, I guess, because this intense feeling of panic gripped me. I screamed and shook my head wildly from side to side. I was afraid to make larger movements. Somewhere in my mind, I didn't think he would seriously hurt me on purpose. He could by accident though, if I shifted enough to throw him off balance. My heart was beating hard in my chest. Tears pinpricked the corners of my eyes. I was fearful of what would happen next, but not because I felt my life was in danger. He'd already told me I could walk away after he was done making his point. He had no intention of killing me. Besides, I'd dated him long enough to know he didn't have a real mean streak. I'd provoked him plenty of times, sometimes alcohol-induced, where he had both motive and opportunity to strike me, but didn't. At that moment in time, despite the fact that I was completely subdued, I was mostly afraid of losing him, as strange as that sounds. Rob held the knife firmly in his right hand as he yanked my tee shirt loose from underneath him with his left. Then he simply poked the knife through the material and flipped his wrist creating a large tear down the center. I yelled through the gag, what are you doing? He chuckled and set the knife down on the mattress to free his hand to rip the shirt the remainder of the way. It held at the ribbed collar, but he made short work of slicing through it with the knife while I held perfectly still, afraid he might slip. His eyes surveyed my bare skin for a few moments before he lifted the knife to my chest. He carefully slid the blade underneath the center of my bra, then twisted the handle and lifted swiftly, slicing through the material. The cups sprang to the sides, exposing my bare breasts. Rob smiled as he surveyed his prize. Without taking his eyes off my breasts, he set the knife down next to me on the bed. Then he cupped both breasts into his hands. He wasn't particularly rough, but not at all gentle, either. His hands fully enclosed around my mounds. He massaged the tissue, lifting them up, and feeling the weight in his palms. He pressed them together while his thumbs ran circles over my nipples. I didn't have to look down at them to know they were growing stiffer under his touch. I could feel how sensitive they were becoming. "I think you like this." A tear rolled down my cheek as I closed my eyes. He was right, but I was too ashamed to admit it, even to myself. I could already feel the sensation building in my belly, but it wasn't right. I shouldn't feel this way. It's wrong. Rob leaned forward and sucked my right nipple into his warm, wet mouth. His lips wrapped tightly around the area as he pulled my nub to the roof of his mouth. He suckled noisily for a few moments and then lifted his face, holding onto my nipple with strong suction. Looking into my eyes, he released it with a loud slurping pop. He grinned and chuckled. "I've always had this thing...fetish, whatever, about breastfeeding." Rob ran his tongue over my extended nub. "I'd like to know what breast milk tastes like. I'd like to suck on one of these until it ran dry of milk, and then move to the other one." He squeezed my left breast in his hand and wrapped his mouth around my other nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking until my nipple was stretching to the back of his throat. I could almost imagine what it would feel like. To provide nourishment; to feed him like that. As he hungrily fed at my breast there, I wondered if it would turn me on as much as it would him. Judging by my pebble-hard nipples, I guessed that it would. He once again pushed my breasts together and moved his tongue over one, and then the other, hard nipple. He flicked them roughly, a little playfully at first, and then with a bit more force, until he was nipping and pulling at them with his teeth. I mewled through the scarf and he looked up at me in shock. It was as if he'd forgotten there was a person attached to the breasts in front of him. He stared at me with a blank expression for a few seconds and then began speaking quietly. "I should have done this a long time ago. I let it go on for too long." Rob lifted the knife off the bed and placed it in the middle of my chest. The open blade was inches from my breasts, the tip pointing directly at my throat. He carefully sat up and swung his leg over until he was no longer sitting atop me. The knife blade shifted slightly along my skin, inching closer to my right breast. My breathing turned shallow. Every heart beat registered as a tiny reverberation along the blade. The precarious position of the sharp edge ensured I would not move a muscle, for fear it would slide along my skin and slash me. His fingers busily unbuttoned my shorts and very gingerly pulled the zipper downward. I didn't take my eyes off the knife blade. Every tiny movement made it sway a bit on my chest. "If you help, I think we can do this without a nick. If you don't, well, it might get messy." I nodded my assent. Rob gripped the waistband of my shorts with both hands and kept a watchful eye on the knife as he slid the shorts down over my hips. My bound limbs provided enough elevation for him to do this without much assistance from me. I focused mostly on keeping myself balanced while he accomplished his goal, using the movement of the blade as my guide. "See how much nicer it is for both of us when we work together?" Rob repositioned the blade in the center of my chest. "I think I'll leave that there for awhile. I rather like you like this." His fingertips trailed lightly down my stomach and over my lower abdomen. He stroked the thin patch of pubic hair over my mons and then, without warning, parted my labial lips with his finger. He wiggled his finger a bit and then applied force until it slid all the way inside. "You're soaking wet, Cyn. Spread your legs wider." I carefully opened my thighs and he rewarded me by plunging deeper into my channel with his middle finger. "You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?" My head nodded, almost involuntarily. I didn't really want him to, at least I don't think I did, I was in some kind of trancelike state, teetering on the edge, much like the knife swaying between my bare breasts. Rob shook his head. "No, I don't think you're ready. I think you're still confused about how you feel about this. On the one hand, you're obviously highly aroused by it. On the other hand, I think you're ashamed about it, too. And maybe, you're still a little pissed off at me. Are you, Cyn? If I removed your restraints, would you slap my face and run out the front door?" I searched my mind for the answer. It was hard to identify what I was feeling. And it was not becoming one bit clearer, as his fingers curled inside me, rubbing against that soft spot of my front wall. My eyes rolled back into my head with a groan. The feel of his hot, wet tongue on my clit brought me back. I released a high pitch squeal. No, no, no, no, I can't hold still for that. Please! He ignored the noise and continued to work my clit as his finger pistoned in and out of me. My screams morphed into grunts and moans. I tilted my pelvis into his face, trying to force a more vigorous stimulation. The knife tip threatened to pierce my throat as it inched up my chest. I no longer cared. I had one thought in my mind. Please, I want to come; I need to come. Rob lifted his head and noticed the blade position on my chest. His finger retreated from inside me. "I think you'd let that thing slice your throat without complaint as long as you got an orgasm out of it, wouldn't you?" I shook my head weakly, but it was no use. He was absolutely right. I felt the blade shifting, but it did nothing to stop me from grinding my hips into his face. Rob started to reach for the knife and then changed his mind. He stood up and moved between my splayed thighs. His fingers lazily played in my wet folds. "Some things need to change around here for this to work. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Somewhere along the line you stopped respecting me. I don't know when, or why, but it's causing a real problem." Rob deliberately lowered onto his knees and plunged his tongue into my weeping slit. I cried out through the scarf. He lapped at my wetness, swirling his tongue all around my sex in a careless fashion. "It's not like I'm asking for much. I'm a pretty simple creature, really. If you'd just be more like you are now, we'd both get what we wanted." He swiped his tongue up my slit and flicked it across my hard clit. "I'd get to taste your pussy regularly, and you'd get the release you crave. And something tells me we'd be fighting a whole lot less. What do you think, Cyn?" I held perfectly still. The knife blade was now pressing against my throat and I feared even a sound might create a problem. "What's the matter, knife got your tongue?" He chuckled at his own humor as he stood up. "Stay there for a sec." He chuckled again as he walked to the dresser. I heard the rustling of a plastic bag. What now? His fist was clenched around something; I couldn't tell what it was because it was completely hidden in his palm. "I really like you like this. You like it too, I'm afraid to tell you. Your nips have been bunched up into tiny points this whole time. I intend to keep you riding this razor edge, pardon the pun, for as long as it takes. It's the only way I can think of to get through to you. "You see, I realized something this morning. We haven't had sex in weeks, and it was making me real tense. Jacking-off in the shower wasn't cutting it anymore for me. I mean, what's the point of being in an intimate relationship if you aren't intimate. Right? "So, I got to thinking that maybe you were real tense, too. Only maybe you didn't even realize why. I knew there would be no chance of talking you into having sex with the way things have been with us." Rob pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb and tugged at it for a few seconds. The movement was all it took. I felt the point of the knife poke at my throat. I knew it had drawn blood by the look on Rob's face. His gaze locked onto my neck as he tilted his head to the side. I expected him to pull the knife away in horror. Instead, this curious expression fell over his face, and a tiny smile formed on his lips. I could barely see from my angle that he was unfastening his jeans. My fearfulness doubled. Maybe I was wrong about him. He's getting off to this. What if he goes too far? "You're scared right now. Just hold still. It's just a minor cut, nothing serious. Here...this will take your mind off it." He fiddled with something in his hands. I heard the humming noise about a second before I felt him shoving it inside me with his fingers. A mild vibration penetrated my inner tissue, sending tiny shockwaves up my spine. I flinched and felt a sting at my neck. "You don't want to do that. You should probably hold still right now." Hot tears rolled down the sides of my head. Why are you doing this to me? Please, please, please... The begging and pleading in my mind just forced more tears. At first I was wracked with fear. I was frightened of how far he'd let that knife go before stopping it. I pleaded in my mind for mercy. I begged for him to let me go. I just wanted him to stop torturing me so I could pack my things and get out of his life forever. Gradually, those thoughts were replaced. I didn't even notice that it was happening. I started caring less about my situation and more about the incessant throbbing inside me. The low vibration wasn't enough to bring me to climax, but it was enough to make me completely consumed with desire. Rob's whispering voice brought me back to our bedroom from the place where my mind had wandered off to. "That's more like it. That's my girl." He lifted the knife from my chest and placed it on the mattress, close to my head. He ran his finger along my neck. The saltiness of his skin on my wound, stung; I winced as the throbbing in my groin area intensified. He licked the blood off his finger, and with his other hand, he pumped his fist furiously. I dropped my chin in time to witness him ejaculating onto my tummy and breasts. Drops of hot fluid warmed my skin. I let go a groan at the sight and feel of his release. My pelvis began undulating, trying desperately to come with him, afraid that once he was finished, he would be done with me. Rob placed his palm over my sex until I stilled my hips. He reached for the device and pressed on the end, intensifying the vibration slightly. My thighs parted as wide as I could manage. I knew he wasn't going to let me get off on that thing. He had something planned. And he was in total control. What was surprising me, and quite honestly also disturbing me, was how much I was responding to him taking control. I liked it. Turning Point I vaguely recall feeling the mattress move. Rob had sat down beside me. I could feel his stare, but I no longer cared. I had slipped into a place where dignity no longer existed. His fingers fumbled around the back of my neck until the pressure on my mouth ceased, and the scarf slithered away from my face. The ragged sound of my panting filled the silence. "Open your eyes and look at me, Cindy." I complied. He was relaxed, with a pleased expression on his face. I could feel his approval, and I took pride in it. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous." The back of his hand caressed my cheek and I pressed my face into his touch. He'd never said those words to me. Not once; not even close. I was overcome with a sense of love for him, and a feeling of belonging that I'd never felt before. My selfish wish to be brought to climax waned in favor of wanting to please him. I turned my face and kissed his hand before I whispered, "Thank you." It was completely absurd, I know. To be thanking him after what he'd done, seemed like the most outrageous thing to do, but it was how I truly felt. He'd done something to me, changed me, given me some gift I couldn't name. And I loved him for it. More than I'd ever loved him before. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine, delivering a soft, loving kiss. It was familiar. The sort of kiss I'd become accustomed to over the previous year from my loving, kind, gentle boyfriend. He placed his cheek on mine and whispered in my ear. "I'm not finished with you, yet. I removed your gag so I can fuck your mouth. If you behave yourself, and if you're very good, I'll make you come afterward. Would you like that, Cyn?" I nodded. "Good girl." Rob slid off the bed and removed his jeans. He then climbed back up and straddled my torso. He paused to fondle my breasts for a few seconds and then positioned himself over my face on his hands and knees. He gripped my chin, forcing my mouth open, and then slid inside. I struggled to free my hands. I wasn't trying to get away; I just wanted to protect myself from gagging. Rob steadied my head by gripping my neck with one hand. He maintained a rhythm of shallow, fast strokes until the panic in me subsided, and I gained the confidence I needed to comply with his wishes. Gradually, he drove deeper and deeper, filling my throat completely with his engorged shaft. I learned to relax and accept the intrusion. I didn't bother worrying about the saliva running down my chin or the obscene slurping noises I was making with every stroke. I doubt he noticed through all his grunting and panting. He wanted a warm wet hole to fuck, and that's what he got. The strange thing was, I didn't mind it so much. I'm not sure if it was the vibrator still nested inside me that was affecting my mood, or the intoxicating effect of being taken. Either way, I was definitely into it. Rob took a couple of quick shallow strokes and then dug his fingers into my neck as he shoved his pulsing rod deep into my mouth. The hot liquid slid straight down the back of my throat. It didn't feel like much, but it was hard to tell since none of it actually landed in my mouth or on my tongue. He held onto my face until his climax had completely subsided. Then he pulled away and collapsed onto the bed next to me. My throat was sore, and the corners of my mouth felt like they'd been, well, fucked, I guess. I felt used. But I also felt an odd sense of satisfaction, for lack of a better word. Despite the incessant throbbing in my channel as a result of the vibrating bullet inside me, I felt a bit spent. Rob shifted next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed he'd picked up the knife and was folding the blade safely into the body. He tossed the knife onto the pillow behind him and then smoothed his hair out of his eyes as he took a deep breath. He looked different to me. I noticed the muscles along the sides of his neck flex as he turned his head to check the time. He never removed his tee shirt. The sleeves clung tightly to his biceps and chest, flowing loose around his abdomen. He's so fit. So fucking muscular. I remembered it was what attracted me in the first place. He worked construction; always different jobs, different tasks, but most of them requiring upper body strength. Somewhere along the line, I'd stopped looking at him like that. I'd stopped seeing his masculinity. I suppose I could blame it on any number of things. The fact that I brought home more money than he did, that I went farther in school or that I could think quicker on my feet than he could. But all of those were just excuses for me to feel superior to him. He was absolutely right. At some point, I stopped respecting him. Even worse than that, I stopped seeing him as a man, altogether. He'd become nothing more than a roommate. And I resented him for it. Even though it was mostly my doing, I held him responsible for not stepping up and being the man I felt I deserved. Until now. He had undeniably taken control over me in the most profound way. By exposing my core the way he did, he captivated my very soul, it seemed. I felt a sudden release of pressure around my wrists. He removed the restraints and carelessly tossed the plastic tie rings toward the knife. I was free to move my arms. I opened my hands but kept them pressed firmly beneath my lower back as if they were still restrained. I didn't want to move them. I wanted to prove to Rob that I'd given in. I wanted him to know that I accepted his leadership. I remained quiet, lying there on my back. A smile grew slowly across Rob's face as he looked down at me. "I owe you something." I didn't acknowledge that I knew what he meant. He'd promised me an orgasm. I knew it. And I wanted it. Badly. But, I wanted it to be on his terms, not mine. I wanted him to decide to award it to me, rather than force the issue like I'd always done in the past. "I'm a little surprised you haven't demanded it. You sure look like you need to come." I nodded weakly but said nothing. Instead, I lay perfectly still, waiting for him to make a move, or instruct me on what he wanted me to do. "Are you happy, Cyn? With us...with me?" Tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn't been happy at all. But my problem wasn't him. It was me. I blinked hard. Tears streamed down the sides of my face. I bit my lip and nodded my head. In that moment, I was the happiest I'd been in my life. Rob brushed away my tears and caressed my hot cheeks for a few seconds. He slid off the bed and stood between my splayed thighs. He was in perfect position to penetrate me, and heaven knows I wanted it, but he wouldn't be physically ready to do that for some time. He'd just come off of two in a row; three would be too much to hope for. He reached down and retrieved the tiny vibrator that had been keeping me on edge. He held it up for me to see. It was exactly what I'd guessed, a bullet-shaped vibrator. By pressing the end of it, he increased the intensity another notch. A wicked grin curled his lips as he pressed the device firmly to my swollen clit. I screamed out in absolute pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive at once to send jolts of energy to one central location, my clitoris. It felt like it exploded. My hips launched off the mattress and held there in those precious moments of consummate tension before collapsing back to the bed. It was intense. He mercifully removed the device when I came down. It would have been painful if he hadn't. I realized only after several minutes of catching my breath, that my hands were still firmly planted underneath me. I did it. I'd somehow managed to stay in position. He patted me on the leg, "Go get cleaned up. Then we'll talk." I climbed up off the bed and walked toward the restroom. When I turned around for one last look before stepping through the doorway, he was still standing next to the bed watching me. A huge smile grew on my face. *** Turning Points My daughter Julie was eight when my wife was killed. For two years we struggled on together until I transferred to a smaller city down south. Things were easier for my Julie without the daily reminders of her mother. She no longer felt she had to take care of me. That's no life for a child. There were new people to meet, a warmer climate, a slower paced life. The woman next door was exactly my age, and had a son Julie's age. Vicki was a widow whose husband was killed before Dustin was born. She never wanted to talk about him, so I knew little about what happened. Julie and Dustin became best friends the day they met. They remained so through their high school years. Vicki and I also became friends. Unlike me she never dated. She had light blond hair she wore in a dutch boy sort of cut, and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. She had a reasonably good body, with medium breasts, and wide hips. She was sensitive about her hips, but I thought they were one of her most attractive features. She worked as an emergency room nurse at the local hospital, was active with a small church, and was a good mother. As the years went by I began to notice something. Whenever Vicki saw me with one of my dates, she was always polite, but cool. Whenever I broke up with one of those women, and Vicki learned of it through my daughter, she was always there to cheer me up. One day when our kids were in middle school, I went through a particularly bad break up. Vicki invited me over on a weekday, and cheered me up right to her bedroom. That first time, when I was on top of her and had just entered her soft body, she stiffened and got very serious. "Promise me," she whispered,"nobody will ever find out about this. Promise it will always be oursecret." I would have said anything at that moment, but I promised. She then proceeded to fuck my brains out. At first I thought it was because she'd gone without sex for so long, but she fucked like that all the time. Vicki was a true wild child in bed. She liked every position, different ways of giving pleasure, and loud or quiet sex depending on her mood. She liked to kiss, and suck, and stroke, and be stroked. She liked to be held. There were only two things she wouldn't do. No matter what the circumstances, she would never fall asleep with me. No matter how passionate the sex, she would never use the word love. She might look up at me exhausted and smile. Then she would say: "You're my very best friend." Most men would have been satisfied with that, but I hated the secret life. It was much too much work. From the very start not even our children suspected. I wanted to get married again, to make a real life for my Julie, but Vicki would never hear of it. She called me her best friend, but wouldn't take our relationship to the next level. Nor would she explain why it had to be kept secret. She taught abstinence to her Sunday School Class, and urged Dustin to marry before having sex, but why wouldn't she marry me? I finally broke it off. Vicki just shrugged and stopped calling. Unfortunately she lived next door. Worse still, the two of us had some sort of strange chemistry. I don't mean mentally, but physically. Vicki was the only woman I could screw three or four times in a row. We would no sooner be finished when our bodies screamed for more. It was like a constant hunger. We couldn't get enough of one another. We learned early on not to get dressed too quickly. Vicki was in all ways opposite my dead wife. Julie's mom had been a tall, raven haired beauty. Men and women both stared when she walked by. Vicki was much shorter and could get lost in a crowd. Most people would say she was cute. Julie's mom had an IQ of 154. She finished first in business school. Vicki struggled to become a registered nurse. She failed the state boards twice, but had plenty of common sense. Julie's mom came from a wealthy family. She was distant, but the people close to her always knew that she loved them. Vicki had grown up poor. She could be warm and affectionate, but had never told her own son that she loved him. Vicki was always good to my Julie. Even when I was dating other women. Even after our secret break up. Julie would go over for Sunday barbeque and Vicki would send me a plate of food. What chance did I have? She was the only woman besides my daughter who was always on my mind. So we secretly got back together, and I was her very best friend again. I knew after our kids went to college that I would break it off for good. I would take a job out west and sell the house. Julie would be starting her own life, and Vicki would wish me well. Hell, she would probably help me pack. I was still only 36. There was enough time for me to start over. The first turning point of my relationship with Vicki came two weeks after Julie's 18th birthday. It was a hot July day, early on a Friday afternoon. I decided to cut my day short and jump start my weekend. To my surprise, Vicki was in her backyard trying to cool off. They had been overstaffed at the hospital and she was home early too. Both our kids were working their jobs at the mall, saving up for their first year of college. Vicki and I decided to celebrate our good fortune by drinking out on my patio. Because of the heat we drank more than we should have. Soon we were up in my bedroom engaging in wild, drunken sex. On about our third go around, I was standing at the foot of the bed and she was on the mattress. She was making love to me with her liquid mouth. Vicki liked to make us cum at the same time and was skilled at making that happen. She would work us up like volcanoes, then let us both explode. Because we were drunk, we were being more aggressive than usual. Not only was she massaging her inflamed clit, but she had a finger up inside herself. I was pushing myself into her mouth, and grasping her shoulders tightly as I tried to watch her finger fuck herself. The anticipation came as she approached her own climax. Her skin took on a certain glow, a special look came into her eyes, and she made the sounds of a starving woman as she prepared to swallow my load. She loved to look up at me, but her eyes always fluttered shut as she started to cum. Just as it all happened, I heard my bedroom door open. I turned towards the sound with dull interest, slow to understand what was going on. There in the doorway stood my Julie and Dustin, both barely clad. My daughter was barefoot, and as close to nude as possible. She was wearing that skimpy bikini I'd forbidden her to leave the house in when she was underage. Vicki's son was clad only in a towel. What were they doing home? And why were they entering my bedroom? There was a look of utter shock on my daughter's face. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped open. It looked like she was trying to spesk. I wasn't attracted to teenage women, and certainly had no desire for my daughter. As we made eye contact, though, I felt a bizarre urge I couldn't explain. I wanted my Julie to see me naked. I wanted her to see me with another woman. I wanted her to see my erection. I wanted her to see me at my most vulnerable. I must have made some sort of noise then, because both teenagers looked down at what Vicki was doing to me with her mouth. She was having an orgasm, squirming around in one spot, but I still had her firmly by the shoulders. Her eyes were as wide as my daughter's. She pulled her mouth away, and I ejaculated on her face... Three powerful times before she could turn her head. Even then I continued to cum in her hair. Vicki was just as helpless as me, not knowing what to do. In her panic, she actually turned towards her son. I was pushing my erection against her body, trying to hide it now, but globs of sperm still exploded from me. Vicki managed to cover her breasts, but her thighs were wide apart. Dustin was staring between her legs at his mother's exposed mound. "Dad," Julie finally cried out, her voice sounding much younger. "I... We... You!" That was all. Her mouth was still moving, but no words followed. She and Dustin were tightly holding hands. When we had first gotten to my room, we both thought we smelled Julie's perfume. Now I knew what that meant. Our kids had waited for us to leave, skipped work, and spent the morning in my bed. Now they were coming back for round two. I vaguely wondered how long they'd been fucking. How many times had I come home from work to find Julie housecleaning? "Hi, Dad," she would smile, "I washed all the linens today. Would you like me to get your dinner?" How many times had I told her not to worry about such things? How many times had I told her to just enjoy being young? Vicki finally found her voice. "Dustin," she panted, blushing deeply. "For God's sake close the door!" He did as he was told, and we heard them both run down the stairs and out of the house. Vicki was on her feet immediately. She picked her blouse off the floor, and was wiping her lovely painted face. "Why didn't you lock the fucking door?" "Why would I? Who could have expected that?" "This is bad," she insisted, searching for her cut offs. "This is the worst." "The worst is over," I said. I reached for her, but she pulled away. "Don't you understand? Everyone thinks I'm ceibate. Now my son will know I'm a hypocrite." "Take it easy. You can tell him you just fell off the wagon. How will he know the difference?" "He knows," she wailed. "They both know! Did you see the way they looked at us? My God, they saw me cumming. They saw us both cumming! Don't you care?" She pulled on her pants and half buttoned her soiled blouse. She gave up looking for her shoes. "I have to go home," she announced, "I want to be there when he gets back. I have to be there when Dustin gets back." I followed her to the top of the stairs and watched her leave. I was still shell shocked myself. I took a shower, but couldn't think straight. All I could see was my daughter's surprised face. Her image was burned into my head. I closed my eyes and saw her in that bikini. She slowly removed it, and joined me in the shower. She looked up at me from under the rushing water. She was wet, and sexy, and beautiful beyond words. She put her arms around my neck. I could smell the peppermint on her hot breath. "Let's do it here, Dad, right here in the shower. It will be so good." To my horror, I had a throbbing hard on. I took my hand and jerked myself off, unable to stop thinking about my Julie. She tried to wrap her long legs around my waist, pressing herself against me. Her nipples hardened as we touched. I pushed her back against the shower stall, ramming myself up inside her. I filled her tight snatch with my hot spunk. "Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "I want you to cum inside me. I want to be your only girl. Let me take care of you." Christ, was I becoming a pervert? I'd rather cut my own balls off then have sex with my daughter! I turned off the hot water, and stood under the cold as long as I could. Anything to shrink my shameful Johnson. Why couldn't Vicki have stayed with me? I felt sick and terribly alone. Finally I went back to my room and changed the sheets. I tried to ignore the smell of my daughter's perfume. She and Dustin both had single beds. They were probably too afraid of getting caught in Vicki's. What kind of kicks were they getting in mine? The whole thing made me sad, and more than a little afraid. Would I start following my daughter around the house trying to seduce her? My head was throbbing from all the booze I drank. I decided to take a nap. For the first time in years I dreamed about my wife. We were in our first apartment off campus. Baby Julie was asleep in her crib. My wife was pulling me towards the bed, wearing nothing beneath her open robe. I'd forgotten how very much Julie resembled her. I woke up with a start and saw it was nearly dusk. I remembered what a boring piece of ass my wife had been. I used to fantasize about her discovering me with another woman. It use to help as I had sex with her. Maybe Julie had played my wife that afternoon, and Vicki the other woman. I latched on to this theory, hoping that's all there was to it. My phone rang. I picked it up expecting to hear from Julie. I didn't know what I'd say, but I had to make things right. It was Vicki calling. She was always such a happy person. Now she sounded defeated. Maybe she'd been crying, it was hard to tell. I'd never known her to cry. "I heard from Dustin," she said quietly. "He doesn't want to come home while I'm here. Something's wrong." "They'll be okay, Vicki." "I don't mean with them, I mean me. There's something wrong with me. Can you come out back?" I dressed quickly and started downstairs. Our relationship had reached it's first major turning point. I didn't know it then, but there were many more to come. To Be Continued...