0 comments/ 13597 views/ 1 favorites What If By: cyberplaything i wonder, Sir... What if we had the opportunity to meet somewhat regularly and each session went beautifully for both of us? What if i waited for you in a lovely hotel room one summer evening? What if i put on the little blue plaid mini-skirt and white blouse, white stockings, and little lace bra and panties you'd left for me, and put my hair up in a nice ponytail, as you'd requested? What if i laid out all the toys we'd need on a side table for your use on me: dildoes, vibrators, anal plug and beads, lightweight black leather belt, paddle, rope, cuffs with furry lining, clamps, lotion, oil, lube, blindfold, gag? What if i'd been waiting patiently for you for an hour, as you'd ordered, sitting on the bed crosslegged, centering my mind for our experience, still, just breathing and knowing it would please you that i was so very patient and well trained? What if room service delivered the sparkling wine, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and whipped cream you'd ordered, and i blushed as the guy brought it right into the room where all the toys and my slutty little girl body were on display for him...and he smiled...and it turned me on? What if you called and asked if i was prepped for you and ready, told me all you were going to do to me, told to tease myself and let you hear me lick the wetness from my pussy off my trembling fingers, told me you would not arrive for another hour because you were not adequately convinced i needed badly enough what only you could give me? What if i whimpered into the phone, not crying because i knew you'd soothe me and make everything better if i could just be patient and obedient enough? What if you said that sound of dissatisfaction offended you as my Master and you might not come at all, just to punish me? What if i grew tired of being so patient and obedient and threatened to throw the temper tantrum more appropriate to the schoolgirl you'd dressed me as than an adult and the submissive i am for you? What if your voice grew cold and you said, "Stand in the corner and wait for me. I will attend to you directly, ungrateful and spoiled little girl"? What if i obeyed, fuming as i stood in a corner of the hotel room, my face to the wall like a child in time out, waiting for you? What if you arrived, entered the room with your key, walked right past me with barely a glance, looked over the room to be sure i had at least set things up to your satisfaction, pushed the room service cart into the hall, then grabbed the belt and barked "Over my knee, brat" as you sat on the edge of the high hotel bed? What if i turned to face you and found your eyes icy with anger, your mouth firm, harsh, a cruel edge to it i had never seen before, and i approached, eyes downcast, then kneeled before you? What if you pulled back on my hair to bring my gaze to yours and repeated "Over my knees, right now" through gritted teeth? What if i rose, slowly, and laid my body over your lap? What if you lifted my very short skirt, yanked my panties down, then cracked the belt down hard on my disobedient little ass? What if i yelped with the pain of the first stroke, but grew silent with the second, third, and fourth? What if on the fifth i pushed off of you, kicked off my panties, stepped back, my eyes stinging, and snarled, "If i'm so spoiled, then make me obey"? i wonder, Sir...what would you do? Would you wrestle me, kicking and crying out, to the bed? Would you twist my arm so you could rip off my shirt and bra? Would you sit on my chest to keep me still while you grabbed the rope? Would you tie up my hands and strap them tight to the headboard? Would i feel your cock hard, pressing into my belly as you leaned forward to lash my chest to the bed? Would you slide back to sit on my thighs to hold me in place? Would your breath come hard and fast, like mine, as you spread my legs hard and bound each thigh, calf, ankle? Would you gag me to stop me from the foul language and name-calling spewing from my defiant lips? Would you move off the bed and look down at your raging little monster of a submissive, all trussed up and no way to move--pussy, ass, and breasts exposed for you? Would you slap my pussy, hard, and listen to me moan? Would you watch me there, both of us panting, sweating--see the depth of my arousal, so hot the whole room was thick with it? Would you take out your cock and begin to stroke as you held my eyes, cruel little smile on your lips as you pumped your shaft and kept it from me? Would you feed on the desperate hunger in my eyes? Would you move to the side of the bed as you stroked, still smiling, your fist tight on your swelling cock, and shoot your cum over my belly, tits, and face as i lay helpless? Would you leave me there after you licked a few drops of cum from your fingertips, ignoring my muffled plea for mercy, and go take a shower? Would you return, hair wet, face hard but so beautiful to me, cock hardening again as you looked down on me, truly submissive, quiet now, cum drying on my body, waiting? Would you sit beside me, remove the gag from my mouth, and quietly ask, "Do you want me to remove the gag, brat?" Would you enjoy my lashes sweeping down, my humble nod? Would you remove the gag then and say, "Who owns you?" Would your cock twitch when i replied, "You, Sir; you own me"? Would you then say, "And what are you?" Would you smile when, without hesitation, i said, "i am your sexy submissive fucktoy," as you have instructed me always to do when asked what i am? Would you correct me, saying, "Good girl. You are always my fucktoy. But you are sexy only when you obey me. You are sexy now, lying there, open to me. You are submissive because I have had to make you so. Never make me prove my dominance in this way again. Do you understand, pet?" Would you smile when you saw my smile, full and aroused, as i replied, "i understand, Master" and licked my lips hungrily? and i wonder, Sir...what would you do with your sexy submissive fucktoy then? What If...? Disclaimer: Though this story bears some resemblance to real elements of my life, there is no intention to represent a real episode, either that has occurred or that I want to occur. Fantasies are just fantasies. Not all of them should ever become realities. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I've got that damned feeling again. Itchy and hot. Like I might do something a little crazy soon. Hot, dark images of rough sex slither up from some feral part of my brain. Definitely unrelated to the ordinary work on my desk. Disjointed, they're guiltily savored and pushed aside. But there's always more. Everywhere I look, there seem to be temptations to resist. They chip away at my resolve. My mind provokes me with the games I could play, if only.... What if I let go? As I sit listening cynically to another long bitch session called an office team meeting, I drift, watching those debauched images. Visions flood through me of leather and sweat, a rock hard man being teased, punished, and rewarded. My eyes widen, staring down at my laptop, dilating to black circles. My lips part, sucking in a silent hiss of desire. I absently bring up my hand to nip the pad of my thumb. I'm so hungry to play. It's not like me to not do what I want. The tension eats me up. What if...? I drift away again.... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My prey, you are working unusually late in the evening when I walk in, unannounced, and shut your office door behind me. I flip the tie on my soft black leather trench and the edges swing apart as my round hips sway. My long legs in black fishnet stockings, a black leather garter belt trimmed in silver studs pulls low on my hips, lethal-looking shiny black boots slide up past my knees, silver metal stiletto heels punctuate each measured step, as I stalk toward my target across the worn office carpeting. Black leather gloves run out from under the sleeves of the coat but end at my hand with a single soft loop around my middle finger. A heavy silver band of links stretches taut around my neck, glinting ominously with power, a small S-shaped serpent charm dangling off-center. You're shocked, looking up from your screen, but not too surprised it seems. You stand and put one hand up as if to ward me off. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. This has always been a possibility of our too-tempting games. I hear you mutter, "Ohh, damn." I'm hot and tormented, beyond ready to bring things to a head. Even under those bright office fluorescents, I'm going to do what I've just stopped myself from doing so many times. As I reach you standing across the room, the window blinds close with a snap of my wrist, but my direct stare never leaves yours, serious, intent, as conflicting expressions sail across your face. Now I reach forward a full arms-length. You stare back at me, fascinated, wanting badly what's about to happen. How far will you let it go? My hand slips under that tie, across your tense chest. My knuckles brush you and we both feel the flare of hot desire. It's the closest we've been physically and the electricity sparks between us. I savor the moment, fondling that tie. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My eyelids flutter, staring unseeingly at my lap. Damn, damn, I've wanted to grab that tie for so long, such an ordinary sight, but such a tempting invitation for a woman like me. Men's ties and belts entice me in the same way. They're everywhere – tempting, convenient hand holds. But a silky, masculine power tie on an attractive man, tied neatly, laying just so. Good lord, that teases me to distraction. My little secret need. My glance flits to the silken tie, sitting across the meeting table now. Only the shreds of my honor have kept me from it for so long. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next step down this road, so easy – that tie. I yank you forward and down, off balance, into my space, with your ear near my lips. "Enough thinking," I whisper into your ear. My lips linger at the edge where your ear meets your neck. My tongue snakes out to test and enjoy the feeling of power I feel. My hand wrapped around that seductive tie. My shoulders draw you down and forward. Submit or resist? Uncomfortably, off-balance, you sway back and forth with each indecisive thought. What if? I can see it in your face. What if you could have what you need? "This is your last chance to say no. Say it now. I'll give you this one last chance to stop. After this, you'll be my sex toy – my toy – as long as I desire it." I turn my palm down on your chest, shove you back into your leather swivel chair. You open your mouth, all the objections on your tongue, but nothing comes out. I tilt my head and stare, waiting. I've passed beyond those objections myself. You stare back, taking in the full picture of our situation. My lips slowly lift at one side, a wicked grin to myself, as no words are spoken. My breathing deepens as the moment stretches, the air getting heavy and thick. My eyes dilate to huge dark circles. I'm imagining how delicious this is finally going to be. Finally, I turn deliberately away and shrug the trench coat off, fragrant with perfume and the scent of body-warmed leather, dropping heavily across your lap and over your arms that are clutching your chair. Without the coat, the skin-tight black leather bustier I'm wearing is revealed. From behind, all you can see of the bustier are the shiny silver hooks running up the back. You notice now that the supple black leather gloves hug my arms far past my elbows. My long boots bend and massage my legs with the murmur of leather as I sway back to the door, flip the light switch down, and click the lock. I shove a heavy wooden chair against the door with a thunk, wedged tight under the knob. I smile, cynically, that you're safe now with me. Turning, I reveal pink nipples jutting up over the double row of tight leather laces, cinching in the bustier top so my breasts nearly spill completely over the top, as a thin strap of leather halters the top behind my neck. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A colleague blares on about the problem and all the ways she sees it, without ever suggesting a solution. Most around the table nod sympathetically. Sheep! I cross my legs and arms, lean back and squeeze my thighs together. My brain flashes an image of a sweaty, tense, very male body, pleading for sexual relief at my feet. My pussy clenches rapidly several times. It feels delicious. Just for a while, I'll enjoy the temptation of my wild distractions. What harm can there be in considering what it would be like to let go? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Your eyes follow me, expectantly, through the dimmed office. I walk back to you, but stop at your file cabinet, sliding open the second drawer down to pull out a thin black USB cord about 3' long. Laughing to myself about how long I'd wanted to do this. I'd watched you put it there months ago. I pull it through my fists, satisfied, and snap it once, staring through it at you. "Oh, I'm definitely going to enjoy this. I deserve to enjoy this, and if you please me, I will definitely reward you. But if you do not...I'll make sure you pay for it." My bare pussy lips are so wet they slide smoothly and drip onto my thighs as I walk. How many days have I had wet panties at the office from thinking of exactly this kind of scene? Now, I can feel my clit swelling well beyond normal. This is what I've needed, already it's better than I expected. I spin your chair, pull your biceps back, sliding my hands down to your wrists. No resistance this time. You let me have my way. I purr with pleasure, my clit thrums once more. Once the cable is cinched tightly around those wrists. I admire my work from my viewpoint behind your chair. Still silent, so unlike you, you are breathing very hard. You must be wondering what's next. I lean forward to your ear again and trail my nail around it and down your neck. My hands wrap around your neck firmly from behind, but apply no serious pressure. "You please me so far, toy." My voice is raw, breathy and determined. I push your head to the side and bite my way down your neck to your shirt collar. No, I won't mark you, yet, as long as you don't displease me. I run my hands up over your lips, your eyes, your hair and back down again, just because I can, to feel the power of it. I pull your chin up and back until you are looking straight up at me past the tips of my nipples. I revel in the feeling of possession. This is what I was born to do. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Someone arrives late for the meeting, causing me to have to make room at the table. As I come back to myself, I see you glance quizzically my way. Lost in my decadent thoughts, I've not been acting my usual political persona. I toss you an absent-minded private wink, but settle into position to descend back into the delicious scene I'm painting. Your probing messages on my laptop go unanswered. I think to myself that I should really write the story down later for my own enjoyment. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I step in front of your chair and lean down to your ear once again, my breasts just below your chin, my hair caresses the side of your cheek, smelling of sinful womanly perfume. "Tell me you want to be my toy." Your mouth opens with a strangled noise, that might have been an "I". Your hard breaths blow across my cleavage. I reach down deep between your legs and slide my nails slowly, firmly back up the bulge I find there. I want to own this for my own pleasure. "Yes?," I taunt. Your breath is really sucking in and out, you must be getting light-headed by now. "Please," your voice raspy, choked. "I want to be your toy, please." You hiss out that last begging plea, convincingly. Your response detonates inside me. My stomach muscles clench hard as my pussy rocks with another hard series of spasms. I reach up to grab your chin, hard (I can't hold back the aggressiveness), and stare into your eyes, painful need there. For both of us. My voice hard. I bite out, "You. Please. Me. Toy." I slide back onto your desk in front of your chair, leaning back, my ass perched on the edge. My long legs lift up onto your shoulders and link behind your neck as you lean forward. "Down! Let's see what else you can do for me, toy." My legs pull your face down to my drenched, bare crevice below a broad V patch. I watch you, my eyelids half-closed, as you start to work. My thighs tense as your tongue slides up past my button and back down, tentatively at first, but over and over. My head rolls back and my thighs squeeze your head in closer. I reach forward to rest my hand on the warm nape of your strong neck, pressing you closer I'm getting off knowing that you are in my power – my toy, perhaps I'll even call you my pet, if you're that good. I hope you are. And then, you start sucking rhythmically on my clit. Your teeth skim along the bottom. Electric sparks explode all through my crotch and sizzle out through my body. I'm not even aware of my own harsh panting and moans. My pussy canal, all the way up to my abdomen, clench over and over, getting stronger with each spasm, until I crash over the edge into a luscious breathless orgasm. So fast and long. "Fuck...oh FUCK!" My stiletto heels dig in to your back, grinding you into my wet slit while I writhe on your desk. Son of a bitch, why didn't I do this sooner? I'm panting hard, but still tense and ready for much more. "Nice! But not nice enough, toy. I have other ideas." I push your face away with one stiletto planted in the front of your shoulder, admiring the shine of my juices on your chin. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Our boss starts outlining her beliefs about the "serious" problem that the group has been admiring now for thirty wasted minutes. I rouse myself from my luscious pastime to smile and nod for her benefit. I pretend to take notes. You glance at me, knowingly. Shall I make a suggestion, perhaps offer to solve the problem? Screw it, I decide to slip back into my wicked daydreams, flipping you a secretive smile. I wedge my warm laptop tighter into my crotch, imagining.... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I grab your tie again and pull you up. You struggle to rise with your hands still tied behind your chair. With my help, you make it to your feet. I grab the back of your neck and squeeze you forward to lick those velvet juices off your stubbled chin. "I like that rough chin shoved into my pussy while you lick my clit. Don't forget that, toy." I loosen your tie, pulling your collar out from under it, unbuttoning your shirt all the way down, and tugging your shirt out of your waistband. The tie can stay – so convenient. With your shirt out and open, I stop and look you in the eye. You look down. "Good, pet," I purr, running my fingertips along and just under the top edge of your waistband. Your stomach twitches, your head rolls back, a growl in your throat, your crotch pumps forward. Running my hands up your torso, I pinch your nipples, firm and fast, on the way by, making you jump a bit. "Silence, toy, and hold still," I murmur, with a soothing lick and suck to both nipples. Opening your shirt wide, I lightly rub my nipples in little circles over your rough chest. The leather and laces of my bustier slither against your belly. My bare cleft presses wetly against the front of your pants – that'll leave a mark, I chuckle to myself. I yank that shirt down your arms, leaving it bunched around your tied wrists. Yesss, this is what I've wanted to see and touch – wide round masculine shoulders. My hands roam freely across them and then shove those shoulders down to the floor, down on your back. You struggle to lay on your bound wrists, pulling them to one side. I step up so my long legs are straddling your heaving dark-haired chest. "Look at me, pet." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I almost wish this meeting wouldn't end. In these yearning moods, when I get so tied into knots by my own restless, unfulfilled desires, I hate the feeling of losing control. Hate the violent need that wells up with no total release. But I love the thrilling electric edge I'm pushed to. I glare hotly and secretly across the table, eyes half-averted. Far too dangerous to risk pulling you into this haze with me. I slip back into myself.... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You look up my body, your eyes dark with lust, and up into my eyes, until I'm captured myself for a moment in the most intense stare, searing dark laser eyes. We're not messing around now. This is damned serious for both of us. Exactly what we've needed deep down, in our own ways, but both presumed would never be available to us. We both know the experience is stolen, selfish, and terribly satisfying. "There's so much more I'm going to get from you," I promise with a touch of threat. I step up your body and turn around past the top of your head, facing your feet. Lowering to my knees, my boots bracketing your head, I lay my dripping snatch once again over your mouth. "More," I demand. Your tongue works up and down past that fiery bundle of nerves again, over and over, rhythmically. "Flick my clit with your tongue every time you go past it," I command just what I want. I'm dripping again and you struggle to breathe while working on my slit. I grind my slit on that rough chin about every third pass of your tongue, pressing your nose into my wet, wet hole. I slide my palms down your chest, pulling your belt loose, unbuttoning, unzipping, and yanking down your trousers to mid-thigh. Your hips writhe to help me. Finally! The head of your beautiful cock (or should I call it "my" beautiful cock?) is caught – the head rising out of your briefs. I sit back admiring the beauty of it pinned down and twitching, glowing an engorged rose color. I keep my hands distracted from petting that tempting manhood just yet by fondling and pinching your nipples, so taut, running my nails through the crisp hair on your chest surrounding them. My clit is wildly throbbing. "I want more," I say again, lifting off your determined mouth. I lean forward, giving you access to view my swollen labia from behind, and blow on that engorged head. My hands hold onto your hips to balance my weight with my thumbs pressing into your groin to hold you immobile. I blow again hard, and you whimper. Your hips push up into my weight. Your erection twitches and I'm impressed with how strongly it lifts that tight band. So many games I want to play. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My crossed leg has fallen asleep and I shift in my chair to find a more comfortable position. I feel my wetness soaking out. It occurs to me it's a damn good thing I wore underwear today for a change. Just a slender lacy thong, but it will save me another dry cleaning bill. I'm getting irritable and restless. My unsatisfied needs, throbbing and sore, like a festering bear-paw. Someone pushes a box of donuts down for the third time. I grin, and slide the box across the table to stop in front of your notes. Might as well have a donut, my toy, I think sarcastically. Ahh, but what if, you could have more than just donuts? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * My greedy clit throbs for another release. I turn around over you, kneeling across your belly now, and notice my juices all over your face again. I smile as I lean forward, "You've been exceptional, pet. I like how you apply yourself to your chores." I inhale the musky smell of sex on you and lick, bite, and rub the juices off with my mouth, lips, tongue, jaw, reveling in the naughtiness and hotness of the experience. More, more, more, like a drug. The thought drifts through my mind. Your eyes are closed and you push your jaw up into my mouth. I nip your lips and suck them until they swell, tingling. My toy cleaned up, I move on to more pressing needs. My pussy has been rubbing the crisp hair on your belly, keeping me near another peak. "Lift your hips!" Reaching back, I tug your briefs down to join your trousers. Your cock bounces up and holds rock-still above your crotch. The sight of it over my shoulder makes me feel wild and forceful, randomly violent. But I turn to relieving the pressure that is building in my pussy beyond anything I've ever experienced, sharp and painful. "Do not move!," I assert in a tone that warns of consequences. "Not a muscle. Understand?!" You nod, clenching your jaw. "Understand?," I taunt again. "Yes. I understand," you say, clearly, but you look doubtful. I lift my hips and slide them down to hover over your member. I can tell you want to lift your head to look, but I'm watching closely and you heed my warning. "Good so far," I lilt, almost crazy myself with pent-up need, but I grapple with myself for control. I lower slowly and carefully until my slit settles along the length of your swollen cock. My pussy lips begin sliding slightly against your hot, satiny shaft. Your eyes close and you swallow hard, but your eyes quickly fly to mine. You were expecting to slide that cock into my warm cunt, I see, just like that. For a second, I enjoy your surprise with a wicked half-grin. I lean forward, never losing contact with your dick, to suspend my nipple just above your lips, just out of reach. Tantalizing, "Suck it." I tease your pursing lips with light brushes of my nipple before yanking it just out of reach again. You take the bait. Straining, you lunge forward and catch the bud in your lips, but it slips away again. "Use your teeth," I demand. You try again. This time, catching it and scraping the sensitive tip before having to lower your head. I begin alternating the nipples for you to repeat the abrading suction. I continue to rock my slick button back and forth against your confined rod, teasingly, moving just a little, but it's plenty for my tormented and inflamed bud. Every muscle in my body is tensing, barely moving. My mind is almost totally focused on maximizing the reaction about to explode through my body. For me, the experience is heightened tremendously by your obedience to ignore, deny the temptations of your body. What If...? However, perhaps it is an involuntary habitual thrust as my warm, slick hole nears the head of your cock, or perhaps it is your own dark need to find out where my threat might lead, but you lose your control and move. Jerking your hips uncontrollably causes your shaft to slip out of my slit. I lose that delicious contact. I suck in an irritated hiss of breath as my building orgasm trails off into a fizzle. Those unfocused violent feelings from a few minutes ago, find a target. My eyes narrow on yours. Icily, I drawl, "Well, that could have been a lot better." "I'm sor-," you begin. I cut you off with a barked command to roll over. "On your knees!" You look uncertain. "You had one command to follow. You let me down. Now you have to pay me back," I assert, severely and unsympathetically. "Now!" With that, my pet, you roll over, clumsily, still with your arms tied behind your back. And I'm unbearably turned on, on fire. "I am so going to enjoy this," I smirk, and to myself I think, and so are you, pet. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And that move, I think smirking, would be the luckiest break for both of us. This is getting good! I can't resist. I wake up my laptop and send you a message: "Read any good stories lately?" I glance at my watch. Only an hour left of this mind-numbing mess of a meeting. I'm going to make the most of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * In order to do as you've been directed with your hands still bound behind your back, you have to lie with your head cocked to one side. The side of your face crammed against the floor. Your knees bent under you. Ass in the air. Your pants still wrapped around your legs, binding them loosely together. Beautiful, I think, in awe. I've never seen any man at any time look so hot, so desirable, to me. I'm delighted with your willingness to trust me this much, but it's not time yet to tell you so. After all, this is supposed to be a punishment. I lightly slap each of your butt cheeks. I know you don't like being hit. This is for effect. No pain, just power and control. I can't resist caressing that ass, ready to move on from the punishment now to pleasure. I reach for my coat, abandoned until now on the floor under your desk. "Shall I leave you tied up here?" I taunt, but without any real menace in my voice. It's a hollow threat. Wild horses couldn't drag me away now. Instead, I pull from my coat pocket a bottle of lubricant and flick it open. From another pocket comes a light towel. "You're going to like your punishment, I think. As long as you don't like it too much. No cumming yet or I'll be very disappointed in you." This time, there was a real threat in my tone. With that, I up-end the bottle for a moment over your ass, letting the warm slickness flood over my fingers too. Spreading the towel under you, I reach down and under to caress your cock and balls with my slick hand. A little softer than rock now, but still firm. "Nervous? Don't you trust me?" You see I expect an answer. "Please," you respond in a whisper. I make a reassuring noise and slide my hand back up to your ass crack, massaging you lightly, then more firmly, loosening your tension. As you begin to relax, you rumble sighs of growing pleasure. The strain on your shoulders from lying face down with those arms behind your back must be incredible. Your muscles are quivering, over-used. Pleased with you, I decide to comfort now. I wipe my hands. "Pet, stand up and lean over your desk for me now." As you struggle to do so, I loosen the cable on your wrists and it falls to the floor. Your hands and shoulders are slow to move back in front, tight and sore from their captivity. From behind, I massage the blood back into your wrists, reaching up to massage your exhausted shoulder muscles. I shiver myself, unspeakably pleased with your submission. "Next time, you'll have a cock ring to help you, but this time, I'll take it easy on you. Lean down." You lean across your desk on your elbows. More lube and I start your wicked massage again. You start to relax again. Your sighs come quicker and shorter. My other hand reaches down to sample your cock again. Hard as concrete covered in velvet, your balls drawn up tight. "Hmm, you _are_ liking your punishment. Let's see how much more you can take." With my hand wrapped tight across the top of your hard-on in a makeshift ring, I press the well-lubed thumb of my other hand against your slickened hole. You tense and I ease up but hold the pressure. I lean over your back and nibble on your ear. "You're going to like this," I whisper wickedly. As you adjust and relax, I continue pressing. Slowly repeating the start-stop pattern until my thumb is buried to my hand and you're pressing against my deliberate thrusts. I let you fuck my thumb, my cunt twitching in pleasure with each of your muted moans. Once you are completely relaxed, I deviously bend my thumb to push lightly once, then once more, then again, against your prostate. With startling speed, I feel your balls twitch against my wrist. Your spine stiffens. I cinch down hard on the base of your swelling erection with my fingers. You whimper and your hips jerk involuntarily, as your orgasm swells and ejaculate floods up to crash into my barrier. Pulling my thumb out, I bend down again to your ear. "You are sooo naughty. No cumming, remember?" I playfully tap your still-tense ass cheek. You shudder with a last dry thrust, and pant, "Ohh. Yeah. And I thought you were going to go easy on me." I smile. "Oh, I did, pet, this time." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The meeting grinds to a halt at the allotted time, leaving me hanging – again. Overwhelmed by the hot visions that have been passing time rolling through my brain, I'm thinking I might have to go to the restroom soon and "spend some quality alone time." But simple release never satisfies my real need underneath these fantasies. The need to feel the thrilling sexual power and control with a partner who needs it as much as I do. A matching puzzle piece to fit my intense obsession. As everyone files out, I engineer my departure to match yours. Bumping into you while sliding through the door, I flick your tie and wink. "We've gotta stop meeting like this." Back at my desk, I slump down in my chair, staring blindly at a pile of papers to be signed. The games we could play.... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you owe me an orgasm. At least one." Releasing your throbbing unsatisfied rod from my stranglehold, I order, "Back on the floor now. That's it, toy. And put those naughty hands of yours under your ass so you aren't tempted to use them. Don't make me sorry for trusting you with them." Once you comply with my directions, I stand over you for another moment. My booted legs spread-eagle. Seeing your manliness laid out for me to enjoy makes me burn. I want to do everything at once. That slightly violent feeling comes over me again. My good will thins. I lower my self to one knee laid outside your legs, my other leather-clad knee I lay across your groin as I lean up your body, my leather clad arms across your torso. Most of my full weight is pinning you now as I look down at you relaxed, smiling naughtily. I slide my knee up your crotch along your cock. The leather is warm and smooth, like your shaft, distracting you. My fingers wrap around your throat, thumbing your Adam's apple, partly caressing, partly squeezing, considering my options. "What don't I want to do to my toy?," I muse. I reach up and tighten my fingers together in your close-cropped hair, pulling your head back and to the side, biting your neck because I can and it pleases me. I snarl a needy groan. Moving to straddle you, I push up from your chest, scratching my nails down your chest, pausing to twist your nipples, tightening, until your breath draws in. Your back arches, your head rolls. I'm on a constant sexual high. Every movement, every nasty thought, every sensation, every delicious reaction, tightens a vise of tension in my genitals and deeper in my belly. My clit burns, my pussy drips, my muscles cramping. I hover over your shaft and warn you again. "Don't move! A second punishment will _not_ be as pleasant as the first. And, you don't want to miss out on your reward." With that, I encase your shaft in the wetness of my swollen outer folds, pressing and sliding just slightly. Immediately, my nerves begin singing with breathtaking pleasure. God, I'm so ready now, it's beyond belief. Through half-lidded eyes, I keep you in sight while I barely undulate against your tool. You look besieged. Your head wrenched to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle looks tensed to lean sinew. Your struggle for control of your own immense pleasure just turns me on more, ratcheting me up the final peak. My vision dims. My mouth falls open. My breath is held. My movement frozen to millimeters. The orgasm is inevitable now, but it spirals out and out and keeps growing in potential, like a heavy, lurking breaker coming up a gradual shoal out of stormy depths, building, growing. Ultimately, the wave crests and its full weight crashes down on me. My shoulders jerk and slump, my forearms falling onto your chest again. I gasp and cry out, hoarsely, with each successive surge of release. "Oh. Fuck. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Yes." Every slight movement of my hips sends fresh ripples spilling through me. Grasping for breath and composure, I slowly come back to myself, spread across your chest. Your aching cock pressed between our crotches. "You've done well. Ask me for what you want, pet, and I'll consider your request." You hesitate, a million games running through your head too, perhaps. "Please, put my dick in your mouth. Please, let me come." I smile, self-satisfied, like a cat flaunting its kill. "You read my mind," I purred, swinging into action. Blow jobs are a favorite of mine. Though this one will be a reward, sometimes they can be used as a very teasing punishment. Either way, the control I hold over the situation turns me to full-boil. "Stand up. Lean against that shelf. Spread your legs. More! Arms above your head and hold onto the side." I look you in the eye now. "If at any time, you let go of that shelf, we're done here for today. Understand?" At your fervent nod, I smile, naughtily, and twist around, wedging my ass against your crotch and sliding your cock along my crevice once more. "I want to lick that off of you," I say, pulling away and turning to sink back on my haunches, facing your bloated inflamed cock, now turning purple around the head. The vein underneath is throbbing. I look up, my lips poised before your member. "I won't tease you too much this time. I want to reward you for your manners, pet." Still looking up, my lips open and I bury that hot length down to the root. My tongue caresses that throbbing vein all the way back to the tip. Suction and spit and my own tangy juices combine in an intoxicating blend. Soon you add salty pre-cum to the mixture. I rear back, mouth full of sex fluids. Tauntingly, watching your face, I spit the cream on the head of your dick. "Good god," you croak out. I smile, evilly, and lick it off, repeating this a few times. My hands have been massaging your butt, while pulling you into my mouth, throat. I'm ready to up the ante now. One hand comes back around to massage your balls, so tightly drawn up, they're impossible to really grab hold of. I gather all the slobbered juice running down your cock to lubricate your sack. My other hand snakes evilly down your crack from behind. I tighten the suction on your cock and maintain a steady plunging rhythm that thrusts your shaft, again and again, into the top of my throat. I hear you gasping for breath. Your moans raising in pitch. Your hips are thrust so far forward your back strains to hold the curve. The shelving unit is shuddering behind you, but your hands remain clamped to the structure as commanded. Best, best sex toy I've ever had, I think smugly. I feel it in your cock first. The head swells to completely block my throat, I cough and struggle to keep up the rhythm, juice running everywhere. Your scrotum, already so drawn up, it has almost disappeared, ripples in waves. Your hips stop suddenly. Your coarse gulps for air combining into one long hoarse groaning, "F-u-c-k!" Your hips swivel once, then once more. The cum boils up from where its been trapped so long, teeming out to run straight down my throat. As the orgasm lightens, your climax continues to wring spurts from your depths. Breathlessly, you repeat, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Completely empty, exhausted, and relieved, finally, you pull your over-sensitive member from my mouth. I stand up and pull your biceps down, massaging the cramps out once again. Jesus, that was addictive, I think to myself. Should that worry me? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * So, another steaming fantasy come to a crushing conclusion, maybe I can get some fucking work done. But I take another stolen moment to reflect. Should I really resist the deliciously right feeling of acting out my unexpressed side? Will I resist forever? Can I resist, forever? What If? It was one of those humid August nights, no breeze and the heaviness of the air clinging to your skin, making your skin tacky to the touch. These really are the dog days of summer Lynn was thinking to herself as she entered the small bar looking for her best friend. She found Jaye waiting for her in a back booth near one of the only windows in the bar. Jaye looked as hot and miserable as she herself was feeling. Her long reddish brown hair, wavy from the oppressive heat. "You look as bad as I feel." Lynn remarked as she sat down across from her friend. She noticed how puffy Jaye's eyes were and knew she had been crying. "We bitch all winter about the cold, begging for summer to get here, then we bitch when it gets this fucking hot outside, we just can't win." Jaye remarked as Lynn sat in the booth opposite her. "Well, I still hate Michigan winters, no matter how hot the summer gets, and so do you. So stop complaining and tell me what that prick has done to you now?" Lynn asked her very quietly. Lynn didn't understand Jason at all and she still didn't know why her friend has dated him for over two years. The relationship was never going to go anywhere. He made that clear when he co-purchased the house on the lake with his mother! He was 36 years old with a 16 year old son and he bought a house with his mother! "Jaye, he's not worth it, why do you stay with him? You let him treat you so shabbily it drives me nuts! Your to strong of a woman to let someone like him make you so miserable." Lynn just didn't understand her friend at all when it came to Jason. Actually she did, but she could never tell Jaye that it was just the fact that she couldn't't't stand to be without a man in her life, if even for a week. Jason was good looking she had to admit that. He was also the best looking man Jaye had ever dated, she had to admit that as well. Most of the men in Jaye's life had not been much to look at, and none of them treated her decently at all. They were either drunks, didn't work and let her support them and one ended up being a drug addict. Jaye was not a beautiful woman but she wasn't ugly either, just average in looks. She had shoulder length wavy reddish brown hair, pretty brown eyes, very tiny and petite. She stood about 5' 4" and weighed about 105 lbs, the complete opposite of Lynn. "Damn it girl your cute and you can do much better than Jason." Lynn reached across the booth and took her friends hands. "I know it and you do to if you would just admit it." Jaye looked at her dearest friend and wished anything that she could be like Lynn. If she knew how much she envied her she would never believe her. Lynn stood 5' 7", hazel eyes, dirty dishwater blond hair that hung almost to her waist. She just had it frosted with highlights and it looked great on her. Even though she weighed 202lbs, men still hit on her all the time at work. They both worked the same shift at a large truck stop on the far side of town. Both of them worked on the fuel desk on the second shift. For the most part it was a very busy, but fun job that they both enjoyed. When she and Lynn had first became friends Lynn told her that if she ever caught her dating a trucker she wouldn't be her friend anymore. She pounded it into her head night after night, that they were only looking for a quick fuck and would tell you anything you wanted to hear just to get in our pants. Jaye smiled at her friend remembering when she lit into this one guy who kept hitting on her for weeks. Lynn had enough of listening to the line he kept feeding her night after night. She came down to her end of the desk and looked the guy right in the eyes and told him, "tell her your married asshole, at least be a man about it and tell her!" Lynn didn't budge, nor did she give a inch until the guy fessed up and told her he was indeed married. As soon as the guy left Lynn turned to her telling her that most of the men who came in there were married, or had girlfriends. "Don't kid yourself into thinking that your special, because they've probably got one little gal in each truck stop along the way that they are messing around with as well." "Kid with them all you want, tease them even, but don't ever let them think that they have even the slightest chance of bedding you," she had told her. Jaye was just about to say something when this nice looking young man came over to their table offering to buy them both a drink. They politely refused but the guy just wouldn't take no for an answer calling the waitress over and ordering them a drink. Neither one of them were in the mood to put up with a guy who had already had to much to drink. He plopped down in the booth next to Lynn. "Ladies, please accept the drinks as I'm celebrating and wanted to celebrate with someone." "Just what are you celebrating," Jaye asked him? "My upcoming divorce," he said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his divorce summons, tossing it in the middle of the table. "Just got served today, just before I went to work," he said on a sad note. "Look hon we are real sorry to hear about it and we really do wish you well, but were not in the mood for company." Lynn told him with authority but caring in her voice. "We are just in here for a little girl talk, no men allowed tonight if you get my drift," she told him. "Oh, well then I'll just leave you to it then," he stood up, bowed to them, picked up his divorce summons and walked up to the bar. "Poor guy, he does look really sad about it. I wonder how come his wife is divorcing him? Lynn are you listening to me?" "I've heard every word you said Jaye, but I really don't care about the kid and his marriage problems. I'm still waiting to hear what Jason has done this time to upset you?" She sat waiting to hear what her friend had to say not saying another word to her. "He told me that he, his mother, brother, and his son were going on a cruise over the Christmas holiday." Jaye never looked up at Lynn as she was telling her the news. "And were you invited on this cruise?" Lynn already knew what the answer was but waited for her friend to confirm it. "No...He said his mom was paying for the cruise as part of their Christmas gifts this year. He said she wanted it to be a family holiday." "So he's going off on a cruise with his mother leaving you home alone for the holiday's?" Lynn replied with a rather ominous tone in her voice. "I knew it, any 36 year old man who lives with his mommy, buys a damn house with his mother who is now going on a cruise with his mother, IS FUCKING HER! " "No he's not and you know that. I'm just not included is all, I'm never included for that matter," she finally admitted. Before Lynn could say anything the young guy was back again. "Are you guys done doing the girl talk thingy," he asked them? "No...I told you we don't want any company, what part of get the fuck out of here didn't you understand?" Lynn's eyes were shooting sparks now, and Jaye knew her friend could be deadly to a man who got her sparks flying. She had seen her put to many men in their places who thought they could intimidate her because she was a woman. Boy were they wrong, she usually ended up intimidating them in the end. One thing about Lynn, she didn't back down from any man nor would she let one try to act roughshod over her either. "Look, I'm sorry I just wanted to be with someone, talk to someone." Lynn was about to say something to him but he started talking again. "I did what she asked 7 months ago, I gave her some space. I stayed away so she could get her head on straight. I've patiently waited all this time and been faithful to her, only to find out she's been fucking my best friend all this time!" Lynn thought the guy was going to cry at first and she did feel kind of sorry for him. Shit now she had two of them on her hands with broken hearts. She ordered another round of drinks, she was going to need it. "Look, I am truly sorry about your problems but my friend has some problems as well and we need to talk, in private, and honestly, we really don't want any company." Lynn tried to be gentle, she didn't really want to hurt his feelings but he was getting on her nerves by not getting the point to get lost. He didn't say anything just got up and went back up to the bar again. He no sooner walked away when a couple of guys who they knew from the bar and the truck stop stopped by to chit chat with them. Charlie looked at the two women and knew one of them was not happy and the other looked like she wanted to commit harey carey on someone. Probably that guy they saw leaving the table when they came over he was thinking. The disc jockey had just started playing the John Foggerty song, "The Old Man Down The Road." He knew the girls liked to dance to this one, so not giving them a chance to say no he and Bill grabbed them pulling them out of the booth out onto the dance floor. Charlie had grabbed Lynn, he liked to dance with her and he especially liked the way she danced to this song. She didn't know it but she was damn sexy looking when she was dancing to this song. Many a time he had left the bar after dancing with the girls all night only to go home and jack off thinking of how it would feel to be fucking her. Charlie knew that was never going to happen as she flat refused to date a truck driver. They finished dancing and both girls were smiling now at least. He ordered them another drink and he and Bill sat there talking to them. OK, another song the girls like to dance to, Delbert McClinton with Roy Buchanan, singing "Some Kind of Wonderful". The guys pulled them back out onto the dance floor. They were all laughing when the song ended and were about to head back to the booth when Stevie Ray Vaughn singing "Little Sister" started. No way could he not dance with Lynn to this one, she really got into this song playing the vamp to the hilt as she danced to the music. Both she and Jaye enjoyed this song and watching the two of them together would give any guy a hard on. They were just about to sit back down when Bill's beeper went off. "Fuck, we got to go Charlie the load is ready." "Thanks for the dances ladies, we'll see you this weekend." Charlie said as they got up to leave. "Thanks guys, as always it was fun, catch you this Saturday." Jaye told them ditto and the guys were on their way. The guys hadn't even gotten out the door when the kid came over again. "Look, can I tell you guys something," he asked them? ''What," was all Jaye said to him? "I haven't been fucked in eight months and I'm really horny." Jaye and Lynn both busted up laughing over his straight to the point statement. "I'd like to fuck you, you made me really horny watching you dancing with those guys." This statement he directed to Lynn. "Oh, you would huh? Just how old are you anyway," Lynn asked him. "I'm 24, does that really matter though? I have a nice cock and I can make sure your well taken care of, I promise you. I'm not a wham, bamm, thank you kind of guy." This he said with a big smile. "Look hon, I'm flattered, really I am, but I'm a bit to old for you. I'm 48 and old enough to be your mother." "I love older women. I've always been attracted to them honestly." "Look, number one, it's not safe to go off with a stranger and number two, especially if that stranger happens to be an older woman. You might bite off a little more than you can chew, if your not careful." Shit this kid was in for trouble, Jaye saw the look in Lynn's eyes and knew he was heading for more than he could handle. "Stay here, we have to use the bathroom and we'll be right back," she told him. They were both laughing by the time they got into the bathroom. Thank god they were the only two in there. "I'm going to take little Mr. Horny, I've got a nice cock home and teach him a lesson," she told Jaye. "What are you going to do to him? Come on tell me, don't keep me in suspense?" "Give me a half hour after we leave then come to the house and let yourself in, come back to my bedroom as soon as you get there. Try to be quiet, I don't want him to know your there until I'm ready for him to know," she told her. "Not fair, damn it give me a little hint at least?" "You'll see for yourself when you get there. Come on let's get this show on the road. It's 1:30, it will be a quarter to 2 by the time we get there so you come over about a quarter after 2 OK?" When they went back out to the booth Lynn told him she was going to take him up on his offer. The kid was excited to say the least and followed them out the door. Lynn told him to follow her in his truck. As soon as they were inside her house she ushered him quickly back to her bedroom. The kid grabbed her and kissed her. Lynn let him kiss her and she even returned the kiss, making it deeper, stroking his tongue with hers. "Take your clothes off, she told him." She was reaching into her bottom dresser drawer pulling out two wrist restraints and two ankle restraints. When she turned around he was standing there naked as she had requested. The kid wasn't lying, he had a real nice cock, about 8 maybe 9 inches. "Look babe, I like to have my men tied to my bed when I ride their cocks, it's makes me feel like I'm in control. If you don't want to do that it's OK, I'll understand but we won't be fucking because that's the only way I enjoy fucking. When I'm done riding your cock, then you can tie me up if you like and you be the one in control," she told him. "Cool, I've never done that but it's sound great. OK baby your in charge, I'm all yours." "Lay down on your back in the center of the bed," she told him. Lynn attached the restraints to each wrist then tied them tightly to the bed posts. She had a huge 4 poster bed that she had inherited from her grandmother that was beautifully preserved and heavy. Then she tied each of his ankles and tied them tightly to the bed posts at the foot of her bed. He was tied up nice and firmly, both arms outstretched with his legs spread eagled wide open. His cock was standing proudly in the air. Hard and waiting for the fucking he was hoping he was going to get. Lynn reached onto the night stand and took a bottle of lotion squirting a generous amount on her hand. She sat down on the side of the bed while she rubbed the lotion onto her hands. She reached for his cock and began to stroke it, lathering it up well with the lotion. She was rethinking her estimate on the length of his cock now that it was fully hard to be more along the lines of a good 10 inches. She heard Jaye pull into the driveway, she glanced at the clock and she was right on time. She reached for the blindfold and put it over his eyes, telling him she wanted him to just feel and not see her fucking him for the first few minutes. She told him that she was kind of shy about undressing in front of someone but once she had started fucking them she didn't care if they saw her naked or not. Jaye stood in the doorway with total shock written all over her face at the sight she saw in the bedroom. Lynn lifted her finger to her lips letting her know to be quiet. "Oh baby you have such a nice big cock, your so lucky." While she was talking to him she had pulled the black leather whip from the drawer out, along with a huge thick 10 inch dildo. She handed the whip to Jaye as she got her last toy from the drawer. "You like the way I'm stroking your cock," Lynn asked him. "Fuck yes! You have nice hands baby, love the way they feel on my big cock," he stated rather cockily. Lynn took the whip from Jaye, she laid the dildo, plus the bottle of lotion on the bed between his legs. Lynn trailed the ends of the whip lightly over his stomach, his thighs and finally his cock. The boys cock was twitching with every light caress of the tails of the whip. Jaye had not seen what else it was that Lynn had pulled out of the drawer until now. It was a roll of wide duct tape. She wasn't sure what Lynn planned to do with that and gave her a questioning look. She handed the whip back to Jaye. Lynn understood the look, and pointed to her mouth and the tape letting Jaye know she was going to tape his mouth shut with it. Lynn ripped off a nice piece of tape. Had the boy had a beard or mustache Lynn would not have gotten the tape but he had a clean shaven face so he could take the tape over his mouth. She leaned up close to him, he still ignorant of what was about to happen to him. "What is your name by the way," she asked him softly, close to his ear? "Jerry." "Well Jerry, do you remember me telling you that it wasn't wise to go home with a stranger earlier," she asked him quietly. He nodded his head yes in response to her question. "Now I'm going to show why that is." Lynn lifted the blindfold and he could now see that Jaye was also there and holding a whip, his dick began to look a little wilted at this point. Lynn slapped the tape over his mouth before he could say anything. He tried to jerk his hands and feet from the restraints, but Lynn had him tied so well, that he could barely move an inch. Jaye was standing beside the bed, slapping the whip lightly across her hand. She had her legs spread slightly apart and cocky little smile that put a little more fear into the kid. She knew what her part was to be and she was doing a good job playing it. "Jerry look at me," Lynn commanded. "Now listen very carefully to what I tell you so you don't misunderstand anything I say to you," she told him. Every time you flinch, or cry out Jaye is going to lay the whip hard across your cock. "Do you understand that?" He had tears in his eyes now and he was very, very scared of the two women who had him at their mercy. He was praying to god that he would not let them hurt him, or disfigure him. Then all of a sudden the worst thing he could imagine came to mind, and the tears were really rolling down his face now. "Please God, please don't let them cut my dick off," he was praying silently to himself. Lynn was kneeling down between his legs now and he was watching her intently and with fear in his eyes. She sat back on her knees and showed him the huge dildo. His eyes grew to the size of half dollars when he saw that. She grabbed the bottle of lotion and squeezed some out over the top of the dildo. "This is going to hurt sweetie, but I'll try to be as gentle as I can for your first time." She began rubbing the lotion all over the dildo. Oh god he wanted out of here, what had he gotten himself into, he was thinking. She did try to warn him but he wouldn't listen. Oh no, he just wanted to fuck and to hell with common sense. Lynn put her finger down by his virgin little asshole, and rubbed some lotion on it. He was trying so hard to get free, and not being able to move a damn inch. She pressed her finger a little into his ass and he knew then, this was going to hurt badly. "Now Jerry I'm going to show you how a woman feels when a man shoves his cock up her ass." She had placed the huge dildo next to his asshole and was rubbing the top of it up against his little brown spot. Lynn had seen terror on someones face in the movies, but never in real life. The kid was terrified and scared shit-less. She decided he had been scared enough and it was time to untie him and send him on his way. She undid the bindings and he removed the tape from his mouth. He was getting a little color back into his cheeks once he realized she was letting him go. "I hope you have learned a very valuable lesson tonight," she told him. I tried to warn you it wasn't safe to go home with a stranger. And for god-sakes Jerry, don't ever let anyone tie you up as I did unless you know and trust them for christ's sake! He had been putting his clothes on as she was telling him that. He was just thankful that both he and his dick were getting away intact. What If? "Now go home Jerry, and remember the next time to not let your dick think for you," she smiled at him as she and Jaye walked with him to the front door. He was almost out the door when he turned to her saying, " you never had intention of doing that to me did you? You did it to scare me right?" "Yes, that's correct, but the point is Jerry what if........what if I had? What if it were someone who really did want to make you suffer and degrade you in that manner? That's the real question you should ask yourself hon......what if?" As soon as he had driven off Jaye turned to Lynn. "My god I had forgot you had all that stuff. That was fantastic Lynn, the poor kid will think twice before he goes hitting on some woman in a bar again. No one is gonna believe this, what made you think of it?" "It hit me when he was begging to get fucked, just the way he said it, like a kid wanting some candy and that made me think of Halloween and the goodies in the drawer. Last year on Halloween, Jaye, Jason, Lynn and her date had dressed up for the bars yearly Halloween party. Lynn and her date had gone as a slave with his Dominatrix. They had bought all the stuff, and Jim, her date at the time had wore, some tight leather pants, no shirt, wearing a dog collar that Lynn had a leash attached to. She had the restraints on his wrist's and ankles but had the ends tied around his waste. She lead him around on the leash carrying the whip in her other hand. Oh...and the blindfold.....she had that because she worked nights and slept in the day... What If? Author's note~ This story was written as a custom fantasy for a fan, and created through a merging of both his fantasies and My style of writing. I have been granted permission by the "star" of this story to post it here on Lit. Because this fantasy was written solely for the fan intended, I have turned off the voting feature as I feel the success of My work for this particular piece could only~ and should only~ be determined by said fan. However, I still invite readers to send Me feedback as I would love to hear your thoughts about the new venture I have begun with My favorite genre, and about there being a possible sequel with still more of Patrick's fantasies explored in a story titled, "What Now?" Please keep in mind that certain parts of the original formatting that I used, such as the type font chosen for the note left for Patrick , and the purple scrolled initials on the rug in the chamber scene may or may not be duplicated here on the site due to option limitations, but were provided as effective tools of visual and mood impact in Patrick's and My original copies, as well as the one sent to the U.S. copyright office. With all that said, I hope you enjoy reading "What If?" as much as I enjoyed writing it! * * * * * The phone rang loudly on the service desk of the new car dealership that morning, piercing the solid droning background of the electric tools being used in the maintenance garage of the building. Patrick answered the phone in his usual manner, "Maintenance department; Patrick speaking. How can I help you?" and found Her on the other end. "Be at My chambers at eight o'clock sharp, slave," came the authoritative response to his phone greeting. "Wear only your jeans and your collar as you approach My chambers- nothing more. Leave your shoes underneath the chair on the porch. Ring the bell twice – then, enter. You will find a note on the foyer table to the left. Do precisely what it tells you to do." "Hello? What?" Patrick dropped his professional tone and his voice down to almost a whisper as he turned away from the customers' curious glances; lowering his head as well as his voice. "Mistress? Is that you?" "Yes, of course it is your Mistress! And I will not repeat Myself for you again! Just be there on time – or deal with My consequences," came Her directive. And as quickly as She had barked out Her commands to him, She had as quickly hung up. His mind was on things other than his work the rest of the day, as thoughts filled his head as to what was in store for him that night. "'Be at My chambers at eight o' clock sharp' she said. Not that I would be crazy enough to intentionally take the chance, but what if something unexpected came up that would cause me to not be there exactly at eight?" he thought; then shuddered at the grim possibilities of that scenario as it crept in and fully occupied his imagination. "Something unexpected" can be a twist of Fate, and the unexpected can be something you always needed without ever realizing you did. Fate would intervene that night. ********************** The first indication that he would not be there on time came when he had a last minute problem to deal with at work. His usual clock out time was six on the nose, but this night of all nights he did not walk out the door until six forty. Now in his haste to get home, he ran into heavier traffic than the norm. "Is anything else going to go wrong?" he shouted; exasperated, within the solitude of his car, as he sat at yet another eternal red light. He stared at the dashboard's clock that seemed to stare in glaring defiance right back at him with the time of five minutes past seven. "I'm going to be late, and Mistress is not going to be happy with me; not happy with me at all" he moaned as he pulled into his driveway and practically jumped out of the car while he was still shifting it into park He showered in record time and once again hopped back into the car that he now raced to Her house. He pulled up to the front of Her home, and noticed the time to be nine minutes past eight; nine long minutes late for the commanded time of arrival. He saw one solitary light on through the etched glass of the Victorian front door, but otherwise, the house appeared still and dark. He ran to the door; yanking his sneakers off as he hopped across the front lawn attempting to save a few precious seconds in the process. Breathless and nervous, Patrick rang the bell twice as ordered to do, then opened the front door very slowly; cautiously. He peered into the dimly lit foyer; as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. His eyes finally grew accustomed as he stepped in; silently closing the door behind him. He looked over to the foyer table and saw a piece of white linen stationery leaning upright against the lit lamp; its design of embossed, bold, black initials "MV" on its heading. The monogram stood for only one thing: Mistress Vixxxen. He picked up the note tentatively, and read its contents once; then twice, to assure himself of Her exact instructions. The handwriting was scriptive; but clear in its directives. slave ~ Close and lock the door behind you. Strip down and hang your jeans on the coat tree hook. This should now leave you naked except for your slave collar as I commanded earlier. If it does not, you will remove any other clothing and bring it back to your car. Naturally, you are not to put your jeans back on to do this. Bring any other pieces of forbidden clothing to your car naked – and one piece at a time. you are to suspend any forbidden piece of clothing high above your head as if your arms were clothesline poles. And, you will walk slowly back to your car to accomplish this - each and every time. you may run back to My house on the return trip{s} as you are already late and have wasted My valuable time. I trust My slave has been a tardy, but not a totally disobedient one. It will not go unnoticed – or unpunished if you have. you will then begin to crawl up the steps on all fours and with your head constantly bowed; you will continue to crawl down the hallway to the very last door directly in front of you. At that time you will proceed to scratch at the door; head still bowed and still in a crawling position as you wait patiently for further instructions. If you fail to obey any command within this note, you will be dismissed and you will never be allowed contact with Me again. Remember, I will be aware the moment you have disobeyed Me. Patrick felt a chill trickle down his neck to his spine at reading this last ominous statement, but was relieved to know he had remembered to take his shirt off in the car when he parked in front of Her house. He knew She knew it was the state law that you must wear a shirt while driving, and was proud of himself that he outwitted his Mistress. Dropping his pants, he realized his careless mistake, as his short lived pride immediately evaporated and was replaced by overwhelming dread: he had, in his rush to arrive at Her home on time, absentmindedly slipped on jockey shorts beneath his jeans as was his usual routine. He shook his head in disbelief at his stupidity. Not so much that he had worn the jockeys under his jeans, but that he actually had believed he could- even just one time- outsmart his Mistress. He glanced about the foyer quickly, as if She could hear his mind chastise himself and discover he had attempted to out- think Her. This, he knew, if realized by his Domme, would mean his submissive doom. He breathed a long, soft sigh of relief, as he saw nothing and heard only the grandfather clock chime the quarter hour from the parlor to the left of him. He continued to undress; hanging up his jeans on the brass hook as instructed. Naked, he now stared at his jockeys in his hand; building up the courage to walk out the door and to his car bare assed and as further ordered; with hands holding up his underwear high above his head like a flag at full mass. He tasted the humiliation rising in his throat as he turned toward the door to step outside once again; praying no one would see him in the last of twilight of the summer evening. He was unaware that his prayers were too late. There had been one set of eyes watching him all along. Swamp green eyes. She had seen his every move. ********************** He walked out to his car slowly with hands – and jockeys - held high above his head; all the while hoping none of Her neighbors were out walking their dog, or jogging after dinner, or {God forbid} seeing the entire family next door- and they seeing him in all of his humiliating, submissive glory- as they climbed into their van to head off to the drive-in or to Grandma's. He had no idea what he would do in that case. And he more than knew he did not want to find out in any case. He picked up his slow gait slightly when that all too possible and uncomfortable thought occurred to him. He reached his car, and opened the passenger door; throwing his underwear onto the seat and quickly, but quietly, shutting it again. He noticed the garage door on the house directly across the street start to open, and realized in horror one or more of the neighbors was going to be in their car backing out in just a few seconds. The very naked slave ducked down behind his passenger door and held his breath until the sound of the car's engine faded as it drove down the street. Shaking from the near exposure of his total exposure, he stood back up and practically sprinted back to Her front door; swearing under his breath as he ran, "That was too damn close for comfort! I haven't been here fifteen minutes and look at me - the neighborhood streaker! If I ever make it through tonight, I will never allow anything like this to happen to me again!" He was only fooling himself with that thought. Fate and Mistress had already determined his future. ********************** He opened Her front door once more, and quickly closed it behind him. He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as the thought of the close shave with the neighbors – and the possible repercussions - had just hit him. He was still shaking a little as he walked over to the staircase and dropped down to his knees in preparation to obey Her next command. He never looked up; looking only at the intricate pattern of the carpeting as he began to ascend the staircase one step at a time. His mind was a sea of questions; a new question swirling through his brain each time the palms of his hands flattened on the next step. ...{step seven} "What will Her punishment be because I was late?" {step eight} "What if She keeps me waiting by Her door on all fours and just ignores me?" {step nine}"What if wearing the damn jockeys is cause for additional punishment from Mistress?" {step ten} "Why the hell am I here anyway?!?" {step eleven} " I know I'm curious about being a submissive and all, but...what if I'm getting into a lot more than I should?" {step twelve} "Fuck! Where's your goddamn common sense, Patrick?" {Upstairs landing} " It's sitting at home with Her phone number, that's where. You wanted to leave your common sense at home because you have wanted this night to happen ever since your interview; even before the interview. So, just keep crawling – and kneeling – and begging – and everything else that a devoted slave is suppose to do for his Mistress. And maybe, Patrick, you'll find that your submissive desires are real and that She is real. And that She is really going to explore some of those desires with you here; tonight." Still on all fours and with his head still bowed, he found himself now fully on the landing- and just finishing the argument with himself as to why he was there to scene with a Dominatrix. He had met with Her just a few weeks ago, and felt not only intrigued, but also very aroused the entire time he spent seated across from Her in the coffee shop where She had decided to hold the interview. She had been dressed all in red leather; the preference of leather being not only the Domme's choice, but that secretly of his. And although seemingly too heavy in weight for that time of year, She carried it off in a cool, seductive way that only a Dominatrix could do without a hitch. Yes, his fetish was precisely that; he knew it was his weakness and that he would do just about anything for a woman in leather. But for a Mistress in leather, ahhhh well... The interview had not been what he expected it to be; not by a long shot. She had ordered coffees for them both; taking charge of even that simple detail of an everyday thing. Without missing a beat, She began the interview by coming right to the point, and demanding to know if Patrick thought himself a true submissive, and if indeed he did, what was his definition of one? She had all the confidence befitting a Domme, as Her eyes never wavered from his a second as She waited for an immediate if not sooner than that answer from her newest BDSM plebe. His interview had lasted about an hour and he felt it had gone very well in spite of his nervousness and ...hardness. The leather had definitely been an aphrodisiac of and in itself, but the combination of the scent of Her perfume with the muskiness of the leather caused his head to fill with wild fantasies, and his cock to stand at full attention the entire time. He wondered if She had noticed the kite in his jeans when he had risen to fetch his Lady another latte`. He now stretched like a cat that has just awoken from a nap; smiling as the titillating thoughts of that day brought his cock to its full extent; its head nearly touching the carpeted landing as if supporting its shaft's rigid weight. Feeling more determined than ever to experience his Mistress' discipline, he lifted his head slightly; back paddling the palms of his hands to straighten his on all fours stance, and glanced down the long corridor in front of him and the imposing mahogany stained door at its end. He dropped his eyes once more, and began the humbled crawl to Her chambers. Someone watched Patrick continue his slave's journey down the hallway, and had then slipped down the staircase unheard and undetected to the foyer below. This time, however, it was not Mistress that had been observing the new submissive. ********************** Patrick reached the door at the end of the corridor, took in a deep breath, and scratched at the wood panel like a dog begging to be allowed into its master's room. "Well, aren't I just like a pet that seeks attention and wishes to gain entry into its owners' chambers?" he asked himself, as his ears strained to hear Her voice summon the pet of a slave into Her presence. He waited for some sort of response; exactly what kind he was not sure, and after a minute or so, he scratched at the wooden door again; a little louder and with a little more force. It opened slightly, and he could see shadows dancing on the wall that was facing him. The wall recital was from seven or eight white pillar candles that sat in an illuminating frenzy; clustered on a large round, lace covered table. But still no sign or sound of his Mistress. He dared not look any further into the room, as Her instructions on the note were explicit, "you will then proceed to scratch at the door; head still bowed and still in a crawling position as you wait patiently for further instructions." Patrick suddenly had the feeling he could be clearly seen, even though the candlelight's glow flickering faintly through the partially open door was the only source of light available. He lowered his head even further at the mere thought that She could be lurking in the shadows; actually observing his every move and waiting for the first and only sign of disobedience that would send him on his un- merry, un-fulfilled and un- submissive way. The slave plebe didn't know how long he had been kept outside of Her chambers, but it was long enough for his neck to become stiff in its hung position. All manner of questioning second thoughts invaded his mind once again and grew as he remained crouched at the threshold of Her dungeon. Just before the young, inexperienced slave took heed to his rising apprehensions and ran to his car never to be seen nor heard from by the Dominatrix again, a voice from directly behind him cut through the silence; startling him, "Mistress Vixxxen will honor you with seeing Her now. She feels you are at least worthy enough this evening to attempt to teach you Her first lesson. You are one of a very select few, fortunate students to pass the interview. Do not disappoint Mistress in Her evaluation." Patrick listened attentively to the masculine voice directly behind him, as he kept his head bowed in obedient and subservient earnest. He remembered still more warnings of his Mistress in the letter: "Remember, I will be aware the moment you have disobeyed Me" and vowed to himself he wasn't going to give Her, or anyone else that he now realized was there as Her additional eyes and ears, the opportunity to witness any other infraction of Her commands. A hand reached over his knelt body, and opened the door full, as more of the candle lights' glow filled the entrance. Patrick felt his knees begin to shake; not from the length of time he had been on them, but from the impending scene he knew he was to very soon partake in. The suspense of what lay ahead of the crouched slave was growing by leaps and bounds. It was difficult for the submissive to keep his head down and not even raise it slightly to see what lay beyond the door of Her chambers. But he dared not. He had gotten this far, and knew it would be his long felt craving's ruin if he lost his self discipline now. He was at the point of no return - and he also knew he was at the point of not wanting to return; not wanting to return to the wanting - but the never having- domination he so very long yearned for. Intuitively, he knew he was going to have his fantasies quenched – beginning tonight. "you may respectfully crawl into My chambers, slave," the Voice of Her Supremacy ordered from somewhere in the room. "and over to the foot of My lair." Without a moment's hesitation, he found himself almost scurrying into Her chambers like a mere bug; guessing the direction where he thought Her bed might be found. He still did not dare to look up to see which direction he was heading, but imagined he would wander about forever if necessary to discover his predetermined destination. He slowed to a creep; then stopped, as his carpet burned hands and knees felt sudden relief beneath them. It was a comfort zone to the weary and slightly tender parts of his body that had been supporting him on his journey to meet his Submissive Maker. He had come upon a sumptuous area rug; its thick fringe framing the scrollwork of initials tufted within the center of the circular shape: MV He gazed upon the initials of purple on the cream colored background at close range; his eyes still cast nearly straight down, as he saw shadows cover the dual monogram as if they were two shoulders being covered by a black shawl. He now realized where the shadows originated, as the rug depressed in two spots directly in front of him. The shadows were from two heeled black leather boots standing on either side of the monogram. And in those heeled boots was his Mistress. ********************** "I see you have finally found your way to Me," Her voice somewhere above the boots began, "you are late, but I know you were tied up at work and that they were circumstances beyond your control. I also know you exceeded the speed limit and ran the light at Morris and Montrose in your haste to get home to shower." The voice of all too accurate accounting continued." Tsk, tsk. Very reckless of you, slave. And your car could very well have drifted right into your garage door the way you jumped out of it before shifting it into park. But I understand the reasons behind your race to beat the clock. And I will forgive you this one and only time for disobeying My command." What If? "How does She KNOW all of this? Hell! I didn't even realize until now that I had run that light! And the fact I jumped out of my car at the same time I was throwing it into park? How did She know THAT?!?" The young slave was staring down at the monogram; his confused mind swirling in loops and curlicues as did Her initials that were carved into the rug beneath him. In light of this revelation, Patrick wasted no time in attempting to apologize for his tardiness, but was instantly reprimanded by Mistress. "I did not give you permission to speak! you won't utter a sound unless I tell you to do so! Furthermore, you will do everything I command you to do without hesitation or this all stops, do you understand?" He nodded his head in agreement, being careful not to so much as murmur his compliance. "Very good. I see you can be obedient after all. One more thing: I am going to give you a safe word to use as a signal if you wish to stop. Since My new slave student is endowed with red hair, the word will be 'RED'. If you are unable to speak and want to stop, you will snap your fingers. But understand that if you choose to stop using either signal, we will not start again. Not ever again. Now, you may answer Me." "I understand, Mistress Vixxxen. Thank You, Mistress Vixxxen." he gratefully responded, as he kept his eyes lowered in respectful humbleness. The smell of leather and Her perfume assailed his nostrils; an intoxicating mix he remembered from the interview; now accompanied not with aromas of flavored coffees and croissants, but that of scented candlewax and what he thought was maybe some type of liquor. Brandy perhaps. The aromatic blend was seductively compelling. He felt the movement of the carpet again; now a gentle stir as She walked around and behind him. He assumed She was inspecting Her new student and preparing to begin Her first of the lessons when his unasked thoughts were answered. He felt, rather than heard, what Her first lesson was going to be. The sting of a leather gloved hand crashed over his right ass cheek, and then another of the same force immediately struck his left. He let out a small whimper; not due to the sting, but because he had been caught off guard. Mistress heard the small outcry; more like a "yip!" really, but seized the opportunity to ridicule the hunched over slave with dares and taunts that he could very well be the very first submissive that wouldn't make it through Her very first lesson. Through the barrage of verbal humiliation, Patrick endured the incessant open palmed slaps of Her leather gloved hand, as She knelt down alongside of him and whispered in his ear, "So, My little bitch boy, do you like the feel of My leather on your lily white delicate skin? Although it's now a pretty shade of pink, and getting deeper in color with each bitch slap. Shall I make it a lovely rose color, bitch boy? Or, perhaps a hot shade of flaming red to match your hair?" Patrick just nodded, knowing good and well that if he had broken his silence, She may have considered that a gross breach of Her command and subsequently, Her last command to him may have been the words, "Get out!" No, he was sore, but still more than willing to take Her discipline. He had waited far too long for a chance to scene with a Domme- this Domme- and held back far too many fantasies of satisfying his submissive tendencies by screwing it all up now. She continued the leathered spanking, and with the other hand, ran it up his spine and across his bared shoulders. She interrupted the gloved flogging briefly; yanking his head back and upward with that hand and ordering him to stay in that position with eyes closed. She resumed the opened hand ass smacks; the electric shock-like strikes beginning to heat; then burn his cheeks as the discipline went on. The other gloved hand continued its journey from his shoulder across to his face; caressing it gently and provocatively; a far cry in feeling from the assault he was experiencing to his ass. With eyes still closed in solemn respect, he inhaled deeply as the scent of the leather nearly made him swoon. Suddenly, She slid Her gloved index finger into his mouth; stroking his tongue with the sensually sleek material as if She was attempting to make his tongue climax. Again, She leaned into his ear and crooned Her next command, "I want to see and feel how well you suck My finger through My glove. I want to see and feel how good you are going to be when you suck My clit, My little bitch boy." He began to suck Her finger in dutiful response; the sleek patent leather tasting as good as it smelled to the obeying submissive. He sucked and licked; fast; then slow, to show his oral talents and to prove his worth to his Lady. His tongue curled and coiled around Her finger, as the gentle thrusts of Her gloved digit in and out of his mouth enhanced his fantasy that he was fucking Her. But sadly, he knew that would not happen tonight; She would not allow him that particular pleasure at their first scene. The spanking with the other leathered hand finally ceased. His eyes were still closed enjoying the fantasy as She pulled Her finger from his mouth and traced it across his chest; the wet patent leather titillating his nipples and causing his cock even in its soft state to incessantly throb. Although he wasn't hard and his balls ached, the aroused submissive felt the odd, but urgent sense to cum. It was totally foreign to him; these erotic, but strangely contradictive sensations. He had never experienced such feelings before; ever. He was worried. Very worried. As if She had read his mind, Mistress answered his questioning inner concern. "Don't worry, you will be hard in good time, but you need to relax and trust Me" Keeping his eyes shut, Patrick nodded in affirming and silent agreement, as the sounds of his Domme encircling him and walking to another area of the chambers now reached his ears. He heard the sound of something metal clanging together somewhere behind him, as he felt his cock bounce and his balls tighten in involuntary reaction; all at the mere thoughts of what the possible type of equipment it was that the metal was attached to – and Her planned use for it. The humbled submissive would not have to guess for more than thirty seconds. The metal sounds he heard were all from Mistress Vixxxen's bag of naughty learning toys. She was ready to teach - and play. ********************** "Sit up and put your hands behind your head, bitch boy," She commanded, as Patrick immediately obeyed; sitting up on his haunches and stretching his semi numb arms gratefully above and behind his head. The cold metal of the handcuffs grasped either wrist as She commenced to secure them in place. The curious and rather excited submissive dared not ask what was going to happen next, but now eagerly awaited it. A leather hood was next pulled over the sub's head and zipped up the back securely in place. The tight fit of the hood made the slave that much more aware of the distinctly pungent aroma of rich leather. He heard now another sound; the sound of his Mistress' booted footsteps walk to the front of him. He felt Her presence; perhaps not even a foot in front of him now, as he remained in his knelt position motionless. "you are given permission to open your eyes and gaze upon the only Person that should mean anything and everything to you, bitch boy. you must not speak a word however, unless I tell you that you may." He opened his eyes, first casting them down as a sign of deep respect for his Mistress. Then, with caution and dutiful reverence, the obedient slave opened his eyes wide to a fantasy now fulfilled. Patrick looked up appreciatively at his Domme, for Her image brought back the delicious memories of their first meeting - the interview. His eyes came to rest first upon Her boots again; the decadent, bad ass look of the patent leather rising to Her thighs from six inch stiletto silver heels. Above the top of the boots were black fishnet stockings and a black leather corset; its bodice cut to enhance Her full breasts. Her jet black hair cascaded over Her shoulders and framed the black leather and silver collar that embraced Her neck. Mystery and power surrounded Mistress like an aura of pain and pleasure as Patrick gazed upon his dark clad Dominatrix. With mouth agape, he felt his cock instinctively swell and rise from between his legs; all due to his fetish of leather standing before him. But the moment of decadent visual feasting was fleeting. He had slowly raised his blue eyes to meet Her swamp green ones, and when he did, he found Her's were like tumultuous whirlpools; dark, angry and threatening. "Did I give you permission to have an erection?" She demanded; pointing with one gloved hand to his stiff member. Patrick was taken aback and grew suddenly frightened, but still remembered to remain silent, at least until his Domme granted him the privilege to speak. "Well did I? Answer Me, bitch boy!" "No, Mistress Vixxxen," he replied meekly from beneath the hood. "But...but I couldn't help it. I was turned on by... by You and all the leather." He felt if he didn't answer truthfully, She may see through the flimsy excuses and become distrustful at the very least, or enraged at the very worst. In either case, it would have meant the immediate termination of the lesson – and forever of him as a submissive student for the Mistress. "I'll take my chances with being honest and dealing with Her punishment. Damn! All this leather smells so good! And She looks so good in it!" he thought, as his nostrils were treated to the sensuality of his fetish. His erotic penchant for leather and the vision of his Domme adorned by it had indeed turned him on, and had brought his cock now to its fullest engorgement. The single thought of all that leather surrounding him made his cock bounce with glee. "So, you couldn't help yourself, could you? Forgot your lowly, pathetic station as nothing slave all because of a little bit of leather, hmmm? " She mocked, "Well, we'll see about that! Stand up, bitch boy!" He carefully rose to obey Her command, as the feeling in his legs began to slowly return. Again, the seductive combination of leather and Mistress' perfume wafted to his nostrils through the hood as he heard Her walk back to Her bag and retrieve yet another form of leathered lesson. When She returned and he saw what was in Her grasp, his knees nearly buckled, but not from the prolonged time he had been kneeling on them. This time the Domme's plebe took in a deep, but held breath, as the stark realization of what was in immediate store for him took him totally off guard. And this time he wasn't savoring the aroma of the newest form of leather held within Her hands. He was too nervous for that. This time the worried submissive was not looking forward to the feel of leather, either. Not this time at all. This time the new leather was a cock and ball harness and a ball gag to muffle the moans. His uncontrolled, inescapable moans. ********************** Patrick's wide eyes were welded on the new leather torture his Domme swung in Her hands all from their metal and leather straps. He felt that same chilled trickle run down his neck and spine same as before, as She first fastened the ball gag into place to obviously eliminate any outright verbal protests the all the more restrained sub might have. But then he recalled Her instructions before they had begun. He remembered that it was all up to him. Whether it was the word "RED" spoken or a snap of his fingers made, he could bring it all to an end. He deliberated as to what he should do as the straps of the ball gag were tightened around his hooded head, and as the cock and ball harness lay at his knees awaiting Her imprisonment. He flipped a mental coin; heads, he snapped his fingers like castanets and brought the lesson to its only and once and for all conclusion, or tails; he went the distance and discovered how much disciplined devotion he could offer and yes; suffer for his Domme. A few moments later, as the leather of Her gloved hand cradled his tight balls to adjust the straps around them, his decision was made. It was tails. His rock hard cock confined in the leather and buckles had won the toss. ********************** "Now you will only cum when and if I allow it" Mistress informed him, as She mummified the base of his shaft and tightened the straps on the ball restraint even more. Patrick felt as if his cock was a cum filled, stopped up hose ready to burst. But in its bound and buckled confinement, he was simply in a tortured state of mind over cock. He soon realized it would be next to impossible to climax in Her latest applied toy. Mistress kept the erotic agony at a high threshold, as She stood before Her toy imprisoned slave, looking directly eye to eye with him. And all the while Her leather gloved hand; the gloved hand that made him go crazy at its mere sight, was stroking his shaft slowly; deliberately, as if to either make or break him. Tauntingly, She continued testing his will to not crumble, as the feel of the kidskin upon his own throbbing skin was almost too much to bear. His knees shook violently now, as he neared the brink of plummeting over the edge as the muffled, but distinguishable moans began beneath the leather ball gag. "Ahhhhh...uhhhhhmmm...ughhh...uhhh..." The sounds emitting from his stifled mouth synchronized with that of Her long, leather covered strokes of his shaft and caresses of his bulging cockhead. The corners of Her mouth turned up ever so slightly as Her imminent Domme victory became apparent. As the groaning became more pronounced with each caress and stroke, She knew he was going to lose if She didn't cease the eternal teasing of his cock. It was time to move on with the next part of the lesson. The wild thoughts of what the outcome was to be of this excruciating pleasure/pain session were rollerblading across his mind when suddenly...She stopped. She hadn't turned Her eyes away from his the entire time; still keeping them locked onto Her quivering, agonized sub. She took one step back; releasing Her gloved embrace from his leather clad and now equally agonized member. "Do you like brandy, bitch boy?" His confused response was a cautious nod of affirmation. She continued the out- of- the -blue chat. "I abhor beer, and will not have it in My house. My preference in wine is a smooth white or a silky Chablis. But this evening I am in the mood for blackberry brandy. And I always have My nightcap served to Me in My jacuzzi. And tonight, bitch boy, you will join Me there for your nightcap. And I, your Mistress, will personally serve it to you." Mistress Vixxxen's nightcap would indeed be served to Her in the usual manner. But the slave boy's nightcap would be served up to him quite differently. It would be a toy that was used to serve his drink. One of Mistress' favorite toys. ********************** He noticed his Mistress glance away; looking over his left shoulder at something beyond it. With a slight nod of Her raven haired head, he felt it; someone brushing passed him from behind. He tried to steal a look to see who the silent shadow had been, but Mistress was already commanding his full attention again. "Since you have met with My approval on the first part of the lesson for this evening, I am going to reward you by removing the hood, ball gag and cuffs. But the cock and ball restraints will remain, as will your collar. You simply will be put onto a leash like any as yet untrained pet should be. And you will remain on the leash while we are in the jacuzzi, especially." Mistress then removed the ball gag and hood first; taking care in leaving the cuffs on the slave student while retrieving the leash from Her toy bag. The emphasis on the last word She just spoke hinted of something much more than the next experience he imagined he was to participate in. He heard water running from somewhere nearby, and knew it to be the shadowy figure preparing the jacuzzi for Mistress – and him. His breathing came short and quick as the thought of the already strangulating straps of the cock and balls device might be tightened even further by Mistress; all at Her whim. He felt beads of perspiration forming on his forehead and dripping into his eyes; the salt of his sweat burning the soft blues of his irises. But he knew the sweat was not the result of the heavy leather hood finally being removed. His nerves were once again building to panic levels. Mistress returned with the leash, and proceeded to hook it onto his collar. It was a regular dog leash; its bright red nylon cord thick and obviously made to withstand the strength of a large dog yanking from it. "Or, a bitch boy pet" he thought. At 5'11" tall and 192 pounds, Patrick knew he could easily wrench his way out of Her grasp and simply run; cock and ball restraints; leash and all, but then remembered, with a touch of guilt, that he didn't have to think along such desperate lines. His Domme had told him all it took was one word or one gesture and all his stress and distress would dissolve instantly. It was still that simple; no addendums to the agreement; no hidden clauses; no fine print at the bottom of the page. This was what She talked about earlier in the evening. He suddenly became aware that he still had to learn the most important thing of all: to trust Her. "Shall we?" She asked; not really asking, but commanding as a true Domme does, as She led him, leash in gloved hand, through the massive chambers to a doorway near the far corner. It was now or never; bolt or beg. Again, he chose to stay and followed his Mistress like a well trained bitch boy pet should. With his leash wrapped around and held tightly in Her hand, She led him into Her bathroom. The bathroom, as he found, was nearly as large as Her chambers. As in Her bedroom, candlelight rather than incandescent lighting was opted as the source of illumination. To the right, his eyes fell upon a pedestal sink and oval mirror on the sable color wall; a stained glass wall sconce occupying either side of it. There was a divider that held a fronded plant and on the other side of it; the commode. Another divider separated the commode from a mahogany vanity table; an ornately carved antique mirror as its match mate attached to it from the back. On its table were Her toiletries; elegant glass decanters of all shapes and sizes. The perfume She wore was displayed in all aspects of the scent: dusting powder, perfume, body and hand lotions; even bath salts. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled the sensuality of Her signature scent as he was led by his shortened leash toward it. His eyes reopened as they traveled the room to the left now, as he viewed a walk- in shower, several showerheads of various heights jutting from the glossy tiled walls and a sweep of glass block functioning as a shower door. Aside from a wide built in shelving unit utilized for towels and a single door leading to somewhere unknown to the slave, the oversized shower area almost completely encompassed that side of the room. As the Mistress walked Her pet further into Her bath boudoir, She stepped slightly aside, and loosened the slack on his leash. His eyes now fell upon the reason he and his Mistress were here. A gothic shaped arch in rich mahogany wood framed out the room's focal point: the jacuzzi. Its size was that of a small pool, occupying the far wall of the opulently appointed room. Two steps were required to enter it, and the submissive noticed a single sumptuously thick robe draped on a bench alongside the steps as they approached. The jets had already been turned on and set on a gentle massage- like speed; obviously programmed by the shadowy figure that had passed behind him in Her chambers. Two crystal snifters were on the ornate tiled ledge that surrounded the huge tub and were filled with the deep hued brandy as per Mistress' desire. An equally large skylight vaulting above the tub allowed the summer night's stars to provide the second source of light to the luxurious room. The third source of mood lighting was offered up by the jacuzzi itself; as underwater lights on its walls cast their own erotic foreplay with the rippling water. What If? "Get into the tub" his Mistress ordered, as the slave at once obeyed without a moment's hesitation. She held his leash; unreeling it as he stepped in and had settled and then dropped Her end of it at Her feet. The very warm and gentle massaging action of the water felt soothing on his Domme tenderized ass cheeks, as he sunk down to his breastbone in the deep and spacious tub. He momentarily set aside his concerns about the leather strapped so tightly to his genitals, as his attention was drawn to yet another fascinating detail of the room. An enormous aquarium spanned the jacuzzi to the left; built into the wall so that it ran flush with the surface of it. His eyes grew wider as the exquisite hues of the tropical fish glided passed him, as if runway models showing off all the rage color trends of the year. The background of the fishtank was that of medieval times; a castle with the drawbridge down and the fish swimming passed served as the three dimensional residents in the mote. The very impressed slave felt it was as breathtaking as the rest of the room and truly befitting his Domme. Mistress saw the amazed look on the sub's face, and explained, "The large one that all the others seem to follow about is a Queen Angel fish. She is considered a "show" fish, and I was told by the one that gave her to Me that she is My counterpart in the underwater world. She was given to Me by My puppy slave as a gift of tribute." It was no surprise to the submissive that Mistress would have royalty surrounding Her; right down to the finned friends in the built- in, massive glass tank before him. She was certainly a queen in Her castle – and more certainly a queen in his eyes. His queen. He wanted more than anything to become a permanent subject of Her Queendom. His mind had gone adrift on this newest of fantasies, but only momentarily. He pulled himself back to the here and now; to the "here" of the whirlpool in his Domme's bathroom, and the "now" of the current lesson he was about to learn. His cock bobbed gently below the water's surface as he, and it, eagerly awaited his Mistress teacher to step into it. With Her slave immersed in the jacuzzi and his eyes now riveted to Her every movement, the Dominatrix began to slowly undress; removing each piece of Her fetishwear provocatively, as She commenced to visually tease and tantalize the novice sub. She removed Her thigh high boots first; unzipping them in soooo very slow speed; raising his interest – and cock – immediately. The corset and fishnet stockings were the next to come off, leaving Mistress with just Her over the elbow length gloves and silver collar framing Her throat. Her property couldn't take his eyes away from the vision before him; his Mistress bathed in the flickering candles and starry night's light like a celestial Goddess; a Venus or an Aphrodite of an earthly dimension. But the imaged enjoyment would be short lived, for his vision was of a heavenly innocent. Contrarily, his fantasy Venus was a real life Domme and, of course, She had another image to project- Her image- and would do precisely that in but just a few short minutes. She turned toward a dressing table and mirror, and lifting an ornate hairbrush, began to glide the bristles effortlessly through Her waist length hair. Mesmerized, he watched his Domme pull it all up to the top of Her head and catch it in a tight pony tail; the image in the mirror reflecting Her facial features all the more distinctly now. She continued to brush Her gathered hair, as his appreciative eyes descended and rested upon another arousing feature. Her ass was curvy; starting from the small of Her waist, it wrapped around to Her slightly padded hips. The slave smiled and sighed softly as he spotted Her asscheeks' dimples; one on each cheek, and wondered how much slaves' cum had filled and overflowed them during scening. He was hoping he would find out for himself one day. She turned around to him now; a devilish smile suddenly eclipsing Her face. The sub returned a somewhat nervous smile as he watched his Domme pick up Her end of his leash once more and walk across the room to the shelving unit. There, She reached down to open the cupboard beneath. That old question of "what if...?" visited his thoughts again, as She continued to search the contents of the cabinet; shuffling through things of ominous mystery to the submissive. "What if all this so far was just a warm up? A warm up to something REALLY painful? What if She pulls something out of that cabinet that scares the shit out of Me at first sight? What the hell do I say then? – besides 'RED! RED!! CODE RED!!!'?" The frightened sub's imprisoned balls were throbbing now as if in sympathy to this new wave of fears. Now, the wave rose to a tidal height, as Mistress closed the cupboard with the leash in one leather gloved hand - and Her newest toy in the other. It was a strap- on dildo. A big, thick, black one. And She was strapping it around Her waist as She headed toward the tub. And toward Her very nervous bitch boy. ********************** She sat on the ledge of the jacuzzi across from him, dangling Her legs in the warm and swirling water, Her huge black cock bobbing in Her lap as She gently kicked Her legs up and down within the gentle whirlpool. That same devilish smile returned to Her face, as She sweet and totally out of character requested, "Patrick, would you please pass Me My glass of brandy?" The slave thought he heard wrong. Stunned; he presented Her with Her brandy glass and then nervously asked permission to speak. The confused sub was relieved when permission was granted, but still he felt hesitant with what he was about to ask. "Mistress, it is My honor to serve You anything; in any way. But..." his voice stammered, "But... but may I ask why You are calling me by my given name? Have I done something to disgrace myself tonight?" Mistress did not reply; not, at least, to his mounting anxiety. She sipped on Her brandy; Her eyes studying Her afloat submissive before She finally said, "Bring yourself and your glass of brandy over here to Me. I want to serve it to you in My own very special way." The slave obeyed; relieved to hear the tone of authority in Her voice return as he reached behind himself for the second glass of brandy. He really didn't know what next to expect, but did just as he was ordered. She had spread Her legs apart; reeling him in on his leash like an elated fisherman that's just caught 'the big one', as the submissive's sore ass glided across the floor of the whirlpool. He steadied the drink in his hand the best that he could as he now drifted right between his Domme's legs - and bounced off Her silicone manhood. "Here, let Me take that from you." Taking the glass from his upheld hand, She rested the base of it on Her dildo as if it were a coaster and continued, "I see you have bumped into an old friend of Mine, slave." She laughed just then; looking first at Patrick and then down at the dildo. Her smile grew a bit wider; a bit more devilish as Her next planned lesson unfolded. He had no idea where this was going, but was oddly intrigued with the obvious lure. "But I need to introduce the two of you formally." She said almost primly; with mock concern for the rules governing proper etiquette. "I think you both should have a drink... together. I think that would be the perfect introduction" With that last intentionally absurd remark, the cock wielding Mistress tilted the glass She held in Her one leather covered hand and carefully poured some of the purple liquid onto the dildo's long, thick shaft. At the same time, She pulled on the end of the leash with Her other hand and taking a firm hold at the nape of his neck, She drew his mouth down onto the bulbous head of Her cock. "Start licking, bitch!" She demanded, "And don't miss a drop! My brandy is too expensive to be wasted! And My cock needs My bitch boy's mouth and tongue to suck it clean!" He immediately began lollipopping the rubber cock between Her legs; his tongue stretching to lap up the droplets of blackberry brandy as they dripped over the sides of the exaggerated girth of the shaft. He sucked at the cockhead; more to please Mistress, but still enjoying the decadency of the act himself. She continued to pour the liquor onto Her cock from his glass; occasionally thrusting much of its 9" bulk into Her seemingly very thirsty slave's mouth. He moaned now, but with a different sound to the moan than when he was in Her bedroom confined and gagged. These moans derived from pure erotic pleasure; as his tongue ran the course of Her dildo's thick shaft. She sat back on Her hands enjoying the show; occasionally sipping from Her own snifter of brandy. He took liberties now with his Mistress' cock; lifting it up with his hand; stroking it as if it were his own cock he was masturbating and licking and sucking the balls dry and liquor- free. She watched Her new slave with approval, as his mouth fucked Her cock and licked up all the transposed content of the brandy glass from it. He continued to avidly kiss and suck and lick Her ebony cock long after the last of the liquor had been poured onto it; his oral talents obviously quite an attribute. It had been some time since the jacuzzi had been filled; the water now cooled down substantially by the natural time lapse, and further still by the jets' whirling. The now tepid temperature was felt by the sub in more ways that one. The leather straps on his balls had reacted, too. They had begun to contract and tighten even more than the tension Mistress had used initially to restrict them. The submissive was beginning to feel real pain beneath the water and between his legs. His balls had begun to lose all feeling while further above, his shaft pounded from the strangulating grip, and the tip of his cockhead screamed for release on behalf of its other parts. His Domme had felt the water's temperature drop too, and knew what was happening beneath the lukewarm surface to Her new property. Although he showed outward signs of the ever increasing pain, Her waterlogged slave voiced nothing to that effect, but continued the blow job on His Domme's dick with continued fervor. She noted he had real promise in becoming a very devout and sacrificial slave for Her growing stable. Much like the one that was Her other set of eyes, ears and hands that night. "I think we need another glass of brandy, slave" She announced, as She looked down at Her licked- clean- as- a- whistle cock. Appearing very pleased, She continued, "In celebration of you hitting it off so well at your first meeting with My friend here, another glass of brandy is certainly in order!" Mistress suddenly rose from the ledge; strap-on and all, and padded over to the cabinet from where She initially removed the dildo. Placing it back into the cupboard, She turned to Her now shivering and throbbing sub and ordered, "Shut off the jets and empty the jacuzzi, but remain in the center of it in a kneeling position; head bowed, and await My return. Understood? you may answer Me now, slave." "Yes, Mistress Vixxxen." He instantly replied. "I am honored to do Your bidding. Thank You Mistress for everything You have done." "Oh, but you are not done yet, slave." Mistress' suspenseful words hung in the air like one of the stars in the now indigo blue sky. She smiled that devilish smile again, as She slipped into the floor length posh robe, wrapped it snugly about Herself, picked up the two empty snifters and then left through the mystery door. Alone now, the slave gratefully began his next order of obedience and reached for the control panel to shut off the jets. Alone now, he anxiously searched for the release to drain the water – the water that seemed to make the straps tighter and tighter around his balls with every passing minute. Alone now, he looked about the luxuriously appointed room for a few minutes; attempting to keep his mind off the all too vise-like grip of the leather ball restraint. With the whirlpool gurgling its final gallon of water down the drain, he now was prepared to complete the last of Her commands. With aching effort, the sore submissive got up on his knees in the middle of the just emptied jacuzzi. Alone now, he bowed his head as if in prayer and awaited the return of his Domme. Alone now. Maybe. But... maybe not. Once again, he had no idea he was being observed by Mistress – and the other set of eyes. He had never been alone at all. ********************** Surprising Her new slave, She had returned rather quickly to the room. The melodic chiming of the crystal snifters of brandy fell upon his ears. His peripheral vision had caught shadows of his Domme; first the long robe falling to the bench, and then Mistress Herself; Her slender legs once again side saddling the jacuzzi. "I see you know how to obey your Mistress without the need of supervision." Her voice now came from another area of the jacuzzi; the side where the aquarium was and where before he had noticed a much deeper seating area than the other sides of the tub. "However..." She continued, "you must also remember that when given a command, you are to execute that command without wavering; without any interruptions between points of My instruction." His head tilted slightly in confusion upon hearing this until She further explained, "Breaking your chain of thoughts in completing any of My orders or allowing your mind to go astray and away from your sole objective in life – pleasing Me- cannot and will not be tolerated. You stole well over three minutes of My time sightseeing! It will not happen again; will it, bitch boy?" This time, the shaken slave didn't wait for permission to speak. He thought it better to answer immediately, or else possibly suffer the consequences of Her discipline – or worse still; suffer nothing ever again from Her. It had been a decision he had made sometime during the last scene; sometime when he was licking the brandy from Her sleek black cock; sometime when he felt the power of Her hip thrusts when the dildo slipped well down his throat. It was then that he knew: he wanted to be Her slave the rest of his life. "No, My Lady! I will never allow My attention to drift to anything else again! I beg Your forgiveness, Mistress." And with every ounce of sincere devotion and desire for his Domme he could exude from himself, he solemnly said, "It will never happen again. That is Your stupid; but willing to learn slave's promise to You, My Mistress. Never, ever again." Slowly raising his head, the repenting slave looked up into the eyes of his Domme from his dog begging stance in the middle of the tub. He could not tell from the expression on Her face if She believed his proclamation of eternal dedication or not. Another veil of silence befell him like he was, once again, alone in the room. He felt that chill again too; only this time it didn't run down his neck to his spine - it centered on his groin. He realized the cock and ball straps were doing more than a efficient job of restraining his genitals; they had cut off all feeling to the area entirely. His balls and base of his cock had now gone completely numb. "Bitch boy, shimmy over on your knees and fetch our glasses of brandy. And be careful with bringing them to Me. Don't dare spill a drop!" Her tone in Her warning was enough to carry the weight of a death sentence to the lowly pet as he, dragging his leash across the now dry surface of the jacuzzi, carefully reached for the two brandy filled glasses and just as carefully turned to bring the crystal snifters back to his Domme. It was a longer, more painful trip than the original fetch and lick order he followed before. Then it was merely the width of the whirlpool with his ass being dragged on the warm water filled tub floor by Her leash navigation, and his genitals aching only slightly then from the ball bondage. Now, a lifetime later, he was balancing two very expensive and very filled glasses with the weight of the leash on his collar an added burden; not to mention the scrubwoman knees effect he felt every painful knee-step of the way. He cautiously made the Domme inspired triathlon trek toward Her now; silently mourning the reality that the length of the bath's mini pool was at least three times that of its width. He glanced up in hopes She had taken notice of his painstaking efforts, but found She was not even facing the pitiful slave plebe, but gazing up at the aquarium; though oddly; wearing that same devilish smile She had worn several times before that night. He noticed She was nodding Her head, as if in total agreement with something one of the tropical beauties had "said." Maybe it was the Queen Angel fish- with her scales of colorful regalia and the stunning blue crown-like formation at the top of her head- that gave Mistress, her human counterpart, an aquatic royal opinion in the swish of her graceful tail. He caught himself shaking his head in wonder as he approached with caution - and much, much pain. The peculiar scene he just was witness to was routed to the back of his mind now. His agonizing journey was now complete; at least for the moment, as he successfully reached his Domme and presented Her the two still filled and unspilled glasses of brandy. Mistress placed one of the brandy snifters back into Her slave's hand as She reached around his collar for the red cord leash. She ordered him to drink up; that he looked like he really needed the alcohol to dull his obvious discomfort. He obeyed; this time more for his own motives than his Domme's. It was his knees now that hammered beneath him; throbbing with such intensity he felt as if they were going to shatter leaving only bone shards in their wake. When he gulped the last of the fiery liquid down his throat, She took the glass from his shaking hand and set it to the side. She then looked deeply into his eyes, searching for a sign of resignation; retreat; regret. But instead, She found the willingness and desire to continue with the lessons. And, She saw something else in those tired, but kind blue eyes. She saw trust. ********************** She smiled a different type of smile now; one that the slave had seen a few times at the coffee shop during their interview. He felt a timeless moment of understanding, as his Mistress leaned back and took a sip of brandy from Her still full glass. She had been right; She had seen clearly what his eyes had revealed of his mind and soul. He trusted Her, and wanted nothing more than to please Her. So when She spread Her legs wide and began to trickle the brandy down Her navel; channeling a stream directly to Her pussy, he was right there with his mouth as a river basin to catch it. His tongue sent its own electric current through Her body as its tip glided up and down Her clit; licking the stream of liquor that coursed over it. She arched Her back as Her knees bent; bracing the edge of the jacuzzi with the balls of Her feet, as the orally endowed slave sucked on the bud of Her sexually sensitive flower. She tilted the glass over onto Her stomach with impatient want; the flood of liquid desire affording new opportunities of eroticism for the slave and his tongue. He leaned forward; his tongue pressed firmly against Her skin; sopping up all the spillage like a sponge; causing his Mistress to writhe beneath the heat of his own passion. The moaning came now from his Domme, as his tongue shot into and filled Her cunt, much like a caulking gun's trigger on the contents of a caulk tube. Her dimpled asscheeks bounced off the ledge with each tongue thrust, as Her juices began its own flow over and around it. He withdrew his tongue and began alternately sucking and stroking Her pulsing clit. He could feel it grow harder; its swollen nub quivering with excitement as his tongue flicked over it with varying pressure and speed. The final rapid fluttering of his tongue's tip; moistened with Her own juices, sent his Mistress to Domme heaven and the slave rollercoastering with Her climax. He held fast to her legs, as the force of the spasms caused his Lady to convulse with each post climactic wave. What If? Those dreams! It was those damn amazing, haunting dreams that started it all again. 4 a.m. Friday morning: I woke up drenched in sweat, my nipples hard as pebbles, my pussy slick with the thick wetness that comes with orgasm. I woke from the force of the orgasm of my dreams to the one my body was truly experiencing. "Why is it that I only have sex to orgasm in my dreams with him?" I thought to myself. Never, and I do mean NEVER, have I ever cum in my dreams before I started dreaming of him. Hell most of the time I never even get to have sex in my dreams. It's always this elusive thing that I chase and get so close to but can never achieve. Either I wake up or something in my dreams stops me. But then there was him. I awoke that morning realizing that I was still in love with him, or at least hopelessly in lust with him. Still craving one person I know I can probably never have. It's been over 4 years since I have seen him, since I've been touched by him. But I can still remember every detail of every moment I spent with him. I remember that first kiss, how as soon as he kissed me, his lips knew exactly what I wanted, needed, I was lost. But in four short weeks he was gone. Oh, but what we did with our stolen time together in those four weeks have been enough to haunt me to this day. It was the dream and the memories that prompted me to try reaching him once again. It had been many months since I had heard even a quick "Hi" from him but I felt compelled to try once again. I left him a message on-line saying that I was wondering if he had "fallen off the face of the earth" again and if he had the time or inclination to drop me a note or give me a call. I left him my home and cell numbers and went on with my day, never really expecting I would hear from him. 12 Noon, Friday: I called my best friend. She's the only person that can understand what I am going through, what I am feeling. Well, since we swear that we share a brain, it's kind of a given. "Hello?" she says into the phone as if she knows it's me. "Hey it's me. I had a realization at 4 a.m. this morning." I say. "Oh?" she questions. "Yea, I woke up from an amazing dream about him and realized that I am still totally in love and or extreme lust with him." I say sounding completely hopeless. "I know" she says. "But I don't want to be! Damn it! It is too hard!" I admit. She laughs and says, "I know how you feel, but there doesn't seem to be a cure for it, does there?" "Nope," I sigh. "Well," she says, "expect a phone call from out of the blue soon. You know the last time I had one of those dreams about that guy Danny, he called the next day." "Yea, I wish. I doubt I'll hear from him. It's been months since I have heard anything from him at all, and almost a year, maybe a little over, since he's called me. He probably doesn't even think about me," I say, sounding slightly dejected. "I wouldn't be so sure of that," she warns me. I went on to ask her what she's up to tonight and then tell her I will call her later. I then went into the restaurant to pick up my to go order and head back to the office. I was determined to get him out of my mind. 6:00 p.m. Friday: I got out of work late, again. I had the worst headache and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. I was supposed to go out with a friend but I was hoping he wouldn't call so I could go home, take some meds and sink into oblivious sleep. It was 6:30 p.m. by the time I finally got home. Alvin hadn't called and he didn't answer his cell when I tried calling it. I left him a message saying I was wondering what was up for tonight and for him to call me. I was still hoping he wouldn't call. I took my meds, plugged my cell in to charge, keeping the ringer on "just in case" and then I stripped and climbed into bed. Curled up in the warmth of my covers, I slipped off to sleep. Again the dreams started, He's there and I am with him. I can feel his lips on mine. His hands brushing over my skin. His fingers opening me to his cock. I feel the length of him slide into me. I am arching my back and thrusting my hips up to meet him. I am getting closer and closer to climaxing... Then the ringing started and I awoke to realize that my cell phone was ringing. I struggled to get myself untangled from the bed sheets and to the phone before the ringing stopped. I picked up the phone and looked at the phone number. As I recognized the area code, my heart skipped a beat and I gasped. It's Him! It's really Him! Slightly short of breath I answered the phone and said, "Hello?" "Hello, how are you tonight?" he said. I got wet and my knees went weak at the sound of his voice. "I'm fine." I managed to say, grinning like an idiot in the dark. "Only ‘fine'?" he asked. "Well, actually a bit better than that now," I answered. "I bet you don't even know who this is." he teases. "THE HELL I DON'T! Especially since I just awoke from a dream about you. And a very good dream at that." I tell him. "Oh really now?" he asks. "Oh yea. I had one last night as well and let me tell you, you were amazing!" I admit sheepishly. "Ahh, so that's what prompted the note, huh?" he said, with an obvious smile in his voice. "Yea, well maybe a little." I confess. "I was beginning to think that you didn't exist anymore." He laughed a little and said, "Well, you know I have a habit of ‘falling off the face of the earth' every once in a while." "Yea, I know," rolling my eyes. He could be such a Man sometimes. Only a man could be that nonchalant when popping into someone's life out of the blue after so long. He went on to tell me that he's been busy with work and that he has started running rescue again. He's a trained EMT and usually volunteers in whatever area he is stationed. "So, you still want it, do you?" he asked. "YES!" I half moaned. "Well guess what?" he said, "So do I!" "GOOD!" I growled as things low in my body clenched and tingled with desire. That's what I wanted to hear. What I needed to hear. I needed to know that he still wanted me as much as I've craved him. He begins to ask me what all I have been up to and whether or not I have been a "good girl". I went on to explain to him that actually I have been behaving myself for a while now. When he asks why, especially since he knows how naughty I can be, I explain to him all of the things that have been going on in my life. Problems with work, at home, life in general. We talked a bit more about that and then I finally had to admit to him that I actually was a bit naughty back a few months ago and then again a few weeks before. Then I asked him, "What about you? Have you been playing any?" At first he said no and then he said, "Well there was this one woman." "The one you met in the bar when you first moved up there?" I asked. "No, this is another one I met a few months ago." He explained that he met her in the EMT training class that his station was having. He said she went on and on about how much she loved her husband and crap during class. After class the two of them went to a local bar and continued to talk. He told me she ended up making a bet with him, and immediately I knew what the bet was. It's a bet that has been made with him before and he always wins. He told me how when the conversation naturally turned to sex she said "I have never found a man who could make me cum by going down on me." And how, as I knew he would, he said to her, "I bet I can." She naturally told him that she is more than certain that he couldn't and so they set off to somewhere quiet so she could prove herself right and he would prove her wrong. This is a bet that several women, myself not included, have made with him. One even put a monetary value on the bet. It was probably the easiest and most enjoyable $50 that he has ever won. I laughed and said, "They really should learn better than to say that to you. You always win. But then again, I wouldn't be sorry at all to lose that bet." I had never made that bet with him. He'd never really given me a chance or a choice. And it all started with that first kiss. As I pulled back from that first kiss, I pulled his lower lip between my teeth and he moaned, leaning into me. I opened my eyes as he grabbed my hand and drug me out of the kitchen at the rescue squad and down the hall into one of the bedrooms. As the door closed, we fell onto each other. Our mouths and hands were exploring each other's faces and chests. Finally he pushed me back onto the single bed and climbed in beside me. Leaning over me, my hands on his face, he kissed me deeply and then I felt his hand sliding down my side, over my hips to the button and zipper of my pants. I pulled back from his kisses, my hand holding his hand away from the place we both wanted him to touch. "I want to taste you," he growled into my mouth. "NO!" I exclaimed as I still held his hand away from me. I was trying so hard not to let this encounter get out of hand. I was afraid of what might happen. What I might let happen. Afraid of the feelings I had inside and of the ones I thought (and hoped) I saw in his eyes, his face. "Please!" he urged me as his mouth came down to claim mine in a kiss, our hands intertwining. Slowly I relaxed and his hand fell away from mine and down to the top of my pants. The next thing I realized, my pants and panties were gone and he was between my legs, his mouth sucking on my swollen lips and clit as he gazed up into my face. I reached one hand down to him, as if to push him away, he grabbed it and again intertwined his fingers with mine. Instead of trying to use that hand to push him away I ended up using it to anchor me to him so that I wouldn't float away. I needed this anchor desperately. The things he was doing to my flesh with is tongue were amazing! The long, slow laps of his tongue over the entire length of my pussy. The light and fast flicks of the tip of it over my clit, his lips and teeth nibbling on that sensitive, swollen little nub were amazing. He had me so incredibly wet I know it must have felt like I was gushing a river to him. All this and I hadn't even cum yet. My other hand came to be on the back of his head, my fingers running over him, loving the feel of his closely shorn hair against my palm and finger tips. As I moaned and mewled softly, my hips thrust up to meet the flicks and strokes of his tongue. My whole body started shivering at every touch he made to my swollen, heated flesh. Finally he crawled up from between my legs to kiss me. Kissing him deeply, I savored the taste of myself on him. As he lay atop me, I wiggled and squirmed against him. "What's wrong?" he asked and I debated what I should say and how I should say it. His touch had been wonderful. More than wonderful and had made me incredibly wet, but I still had not cum. I was on the edge but not quite there yet. I finally with a note of pleading in my voice softly said, "So close...yet so far away." "Oh?" he said looking questioningly into my eyes. I nodded my head slightly as I blushed. "Well then," he said as he slid back down my body and in between my legs. He started to lick and suck on me like a man possessed. Finally, at my mostly silent urging, he thrust several fingers into me hard and I came for him. My legs clenching his shoulders. My one hand again intertwined with his, my nails digging into the back of his hand. Afterwards, as I lay there slightly limp and dazed, he lay down beside me and gathered me into his arms. As I snuggled against him, fitting myself into the hollow of his body, he said, "I am very glad you told me, I would have been very disappointed if I had left you unsatisfied." "No chance of that now." I laughed as my body shook with yet another aftershock of the mind-blowing orgasm he had given me. Once I had sufficiently recovered from the aftermath of his talents, I rolled him over onto his back, pushed his shirt up over his head and started to give him a back massage. The back massage started to turn into a full body massage and finally he was on his back, his pants gone with me between his legs doing for him what he had just recently done for me. I had to reciprocate. I had to take him in my mouth, taste him and make him cum as hard as he had made me cum. It was "a moral imperative". Afterward he told me that I didn't have to do that. That he would have been more than satisfied with just going down on me and making me cum. That going down on a woman was the thing he probably loved most in the world. I explained to him that it was the same way with me. I had to do it. I told him I just couldn't not do it after what he'd done for me. But I digress. Back to Friday night, current day: I started to tell him about that last encounter which I had with a friend of mine who I had been playing with on and off for about two years now, when someone came to his door wanting to talk to him. I told him to call me back on my house phone and he asked me to e-mail it to him. I did and got wet as I typed and patiently wait for him to call me back. When he called back he again asked me to tell him about my most recent encounter. I explained that Bryan talked me into meeting him in an office park on a Saturday afternoon. It was bright, sunny and warm that day. I told him how Bryan stripped me naked but for my thigh-hi's and heals and bent me over the seat of his truck and started fucking me. A car pulled into the parking lot and as the awareness dawned on him that we were probably about to get caught Bryan got so turned on he came then and there. We quickly ducked into my car and waited for the other car to leave. He was still so turned on by the thought of getting caught he whipped out his dick again and started playing with it. I went down on him and finally he had me get out of the car bend me over my seat and fucked me again and yet again cumming fast. We did it one more time in the grass behind the building. "Did he make you cum good baby?" he asked me. When I replied "No!" He asked "Why not?" I explained to him that it was all just a little too fast and it wasn't enough to make me cum. "What? Didn't he taste that sweet pussy of yours?" he said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming even more seductive. "No!" I moaned plaintively at the thought. "Then he didn't treat you right baby." "I know," I whimpered into the phone. "Are you playing?" he asked. I said, "Yes" moaning again. He then asked me if I was playing with my pussy. I tell him "No, I am playing with my nipples." "MMmm, oh yea...I forgot you can cum by playing with your tits." I whispered softly, as if remembering. "Well, almost, but not quite." I say with a whimper. "And you squirt when you cum. God do I love that about you." he purrs. I laughed and replied simply, "I know." Then he said, "He should have taken and cupped your face in his hands and kissed your lips softly." I felt things in my lower body, things that no one could ever touch, clench and start to tingle at the thought of his, not Bryan's hands and lips on me. "Oh, Yes!" I moaned softly into the phone as my hands left my nipples and skimmed over my stomach and come to rest between my thighs. "Are you playing with that sweet pussy baby?" he asked me. I again moaned my answer, "Yes." He then began to tell me exactly what he wanted to do to me. "MMmm, kissing you softly and nibbling on your lips. Making my way down to your neck, licking and sucking on it for awhile, applying the occasional bite in the right spots." "Oh God, yes!" I moaned. "Hands and lips caressing your tits. Pulling those hard nipples between teeth and hands." "MMmm," I whimper. I can remember the feeling of him doing exactly that. My fingers start to stroke my fevered, wet flesh faster. My fingers dipping into my cunt to spread more wetness over my clit. "Finally making my way down between your thighs. Spreading your legs wide. My tongue would be licking you hard and for a long time. Sucking that clit into my mouth and working it with my teeth. You like that baby, don't you?" "Oh GOD, Yes SHANE!" "So," he said, "you had told me awhile back you had found someone who could eat your pussy as good as I can." "Well, close but not quite as good. Nobody has been as good as you." "Who was it?" he asked teasing me. "Cameron was his name." I say finally. "What did he look like?" I asked. I started to laugh again and said, "Surprisingly, a lot like you." "Oh?" his voice sounding surprised and intrigued. "Tell me more." "Yea, he's about 6' tall. Hazel eyes. Has his head shaved." I tell him. "Brown hair?" he asks with a weird sound in his voice. "Yea, I think it would be if he were to let if grow out." I answer. "Was he the one you said you wanted us to have a threesome with?" he inquired with an obvious smile in his voice. "MMmm, yea, that would be him. I still think the two of you with me would be amazing." I all but purred into the phone. "You fucking that pussy for me Casey?" he asks excitedly. "Yes baby" I say purring a bit as I do it. "I'm gonna hear you cum, aren't I?" he ask with anticipation in his voice. "Oh I sure to God hope so!" I groan. "Good! Fuck that pussy harder for me. Slide two fingers in for me", he orders. "Yes Shane" I moan louder, my hands doing exactly as he asks. I plunged two fingers into my soaping wet cunt. Fucking myself steadily as he continues to tell me what he wants to do to me. "MMmm, you on your back on the couch, your legs over my shoulder as I thrust into you." he continues. "Oh God, YES!" I moan. "Pressing into you, the tip of my cock touching your womb as I grind in slow circles. My pelvis grinding against your clit. You like that, don't you baby? You want me to make you cum?" he asks. "Ohoo, yes Shane. Please!" I plead. "Pulling out and teasing your clit with the head of my dick before I plunge it in up to the hilt." he moans. "Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" I moan in return. "Then getting you on all fours with me behind you. Sliding just the tip of my cock into you, then pulling it back out. Sliding a bit more in, and then out again. Sliding it all the way home, my hands on your hips as I again grind against you in slow circles." he purrs. "Oh please Shane...PLEASE!" I beg. "MMmm, not yet baby. Pulling my cock all the way out of you and slapping it against your ass." he continues. "OOOoohh!" I moan loudly. "Then pressing just the tip back into you and holding still. Making you fuck yourself with my cock. You would do that, wouldn't you baby? You wouldn't be able to sit still. You'd slam yourself back onto my cock, wouldn't you?" "Ooohh!! You know I would baby!! I went on to tell him "I have gotten to like a good amount of rough play now." "Oh really? Like what?" he asked, again sounding a bit surprised. "Well spankings, giving and receiving. Biting, scratching." I tease. "You'd like me to be spanking that ass as you fuck yourself hard on my cock, wouldn't you?" he asks excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes!" I respond as I continue rubbing myself. "Anal?" he asks. "Sometimes...depends on my mood." I respond with a bit of apprehension. "So you'd like if I licked my thumb and played with your asshole till it was nice and wet and then started fucking your ass with my finger as you slide my cock in and out of your pussy?" he asks with much more passion in his voice. "OH GOD YES!!! More Shane....Please!!!!" I moaned loudly. "MMM, me bending you over the couch at the rescue squad." he questions. "Oooh, yea!" I purr. "Your skirt up, my hands on your hips and I fuck you hard and deep!" he says softly. "YES! YES! That's it baby!" I moan. "While all the other guys at the squad watch. They whip out their swollen cocks and start to jerk off to the sight of us fucking." He says excitedly. What If? "AAHHHaaaahhhhhhh..." I moan louder. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Casey?" he asks. "Ooooh, yes Shane...Yes I would..." I respond loudly. "Would you want one of them to join us?" he asks. "Uh-huh!" I uttered, barely able to speak. "What do you want us to do?" he questions me excitedly. "I want both of you in me..." I whisper as I rub faster. "One in your pussy and one in your mouth?" he asks. "Ummmmm, noooo...." I say shyly. "Oh, you naughty girl, you want a double penetration. One in your pussy and one in your ass, don't you?" he ask slyly. "Uh-huh.." I say shyly. "Maybe a third in your mouth?" he continues with more excitement in his voice. "Oooohhhhh" I moan. "MMmm, you know you'd like it my bad little girl!" he purrs. "Yes, Baby, Yes!..." I moan more loudly. "Would you also like it if I came in you and then went down on you and licked my cum out of you?" he moans excitedly. "OH GOD YES!!!, I all but screamed into the phone. "Has someone done that to you before?" he wants to know. "Yes." I admit shyly. "Who?" he demands. "Cameron. He loved to cum in me and then lick it out. He also loved it if I went down on him, made him cum, then shared that cum as we kissed." I admit as I get wetter with the memory of it. "I want to fuck you really hard and then just before I come, I want to pull out and cum all over your tits. Then I would lick every bit off of you. You would like that, wouldn't you, Baby?" he asked almost breathless. "Oh Yes Shane, Yes!" I purr. "You are close to cumming now, aren't you?" he asks excitedly. "Yes!" I moan. "Come on Baby...." he urges. "MMmm" I purr loudly. "Let it out..." he begs. "Ooohhh....." I moan. "Let go baby girl. Let me hear you cum!" he demands. "OH YES SHANE!! YES!!!" I moan. "Cum for me Baby, Cum!!!" he orders. "UUUHHHhhhh... AAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhh" I purr. "Oh yea! That's it Baby! I'm gonna cum with you!" he says with more excitement in his voice. I all but screamed, "OH GOD!! YES SHANE, YES!! AAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!" "UUUNNNGGHHHHHAAAAhhhhhh... YES! YES!!" he moans. The sound of him cumming with me push me over the edge into wave after wave of orgasm. "You came hard, didn't you baby?" he asks. "I know I did." he moans. "Ummmm, more like I came hard about 4 times." I said sheepishly as I purr into the phone with the after shocks still vibrating my voice a bit. "Four?" he asked, sounding impressed. "Well, that's what you do to me. You need to come back to the east coast so we can do that in person again." I told him. "If I was there," he said, "we would be fucking all the time." "And the problem with this is?" I asked. He just laughed so I asked again, "When are you moving back to the east coast so we can do all these things to each other again?" "Not soon enough!" he replied and then I just laughed back at him. As he went to get off the phone, he told me that he would try to call me back later. I told him that I should be around and up for awhile. He didn't call back that night, but I remain hopeful that he won't disappear off the face of the earth again and that one-day that we might see each other again. Some days I wonder why we couldn't have met before we both met our respective spouses or maybe before the involvement of kids. I think how different our lives might be now if we were together. Would we be better off? Or would we have ended up in the same situation, except for each other as spouses, not as the other person, the one each other wants but is always seemingly just out of reach. Alas, until I hear from him again, all I can do is wait and wonder, "What if?" What If? Her name is Kathleen, but her lover calls her Kitty. She is a woman, mature and experienced of life, with lines on her face left by trials over the years – marriage, children arriving, children leaving, and children coming back. And then divorce, loneliness, but a gradual return to strength. She is not one to give up. But some of those lines, in fact, are from laughter, plain and simple, and full of joy. It is the laughter that helped her overcome the hardships and allowed her to maintain her tenderness for others and a sense of self. And yes, her body has softened, but her spirit is firm and capable of much love. He is so proud, so happy that this woman's love is his. Her eyes are auburn; he calls them green. Her hair is blonde; to him, it's spun gold. Her breasts are ample, soft, and ripe, and they suckle him. Her laugh begins brightly and trails off into quietness – a tenor saxophone in the closing notes of a ballad. And he yearns for her when they are apart. And he yearns for more of her when they are together, whether holding hands, or locked in passion, wetting each other's sex. And when they are apart, he asks, "What if?" What if he were to bring his lips close to hers on a moonlit boardwalk? Would she kiss softly at first, wetting his lips with her tongue before kissing more fully, or would she thrust her tongue aggressively into his mouth like phallus into vulva? What if he were to suck on her fingers? Would they be flowery sweet with the fragrance of her perfume – "Faraway" – that what it's called – or would they be creamy musky, with the fragrance of the sex hole from which she'd just withdrawn her fingers? Whatever the taste, she would surely probe the insides of his mouth, stroking his tongue, and lapping up the saliva that she made to run down his chin. Her tongue would find its own way along his neck, leaving a silver trail of wetness, and end up in his ear. Her tongue would flutter in and out between whispered words that are at once crude and alluring. And then she would reciprocate, sucking on the fingers of one of his hands as the other explored the full length of the crevice between her legs. Sometimes he fantasizes that the fingers of his two hands would meet, deep, deep inside his Kitty – how much deeper can a man enter a woman? And of course, she would swap fingers once she'd licked his fingers clean of her. What if he were to kneel between her thighs as she sat on a sofa, legs apart? Would he first lick, suck, nibble those nipples, large, engorged, and erect and listen as her girlish sighs became the throaty moans of a woman in heat? Or would he plunge his face into the crotch of her panties and find that his Kitty had soaked them through? He would then have to suck the fabric of her panties to wring out her essence. And although she later gives him her panties to remember her by, it is never enough. He just ends up yearning for more of his Kitty. No, there is no choice of nipple or panty; he would simply taste both and she would end up nude, mouth open, nipples hard, and thighs spread to reveal her womanhood. Yes, her womanhood. Even when she stands with legs together, the split of her vulva is visible through her sparse hair and her delicate inner lips pout as though they were emerging free of the outer ones. Now, with her legs apart, the complicated, folded pinkness between her open lips is laid bare. These folds, ribbed and mushy, lead from her under her clit and ends where her inner lips join together and then continue as a single ridge to her anal ring, which he has tasted. That pinkness is punctured by that tiny opening through which her golden essence can escape. Oh, my love. What if he were to reach over and grab the dozen coral-pink roses that he'd brought her? The roses remind him of her sensuality in the most vivid way. He would say, "See Kitty, this little tiny bud is your clitoris." And she would nod encouragingly as he mouthed the rose bud, pushing it in and out of his mouth and trapping it between his upper lip and tongue. He would then replace the rose bud with her bud, and go on using the same motions while she moaned, creamed, mouthed obscenities, and invoked all the deities above. He would tongue-service her to climax, and then let her subside, lifting his head from her fragrant labia to stare into her green eyes – emeralds, drunken with desire. Those eyes stare back as her mouth approaches, tongue protruding like a lascivious probe with which she will posses him. He waits – receptive. When it reaches him he sucks it into his mouth and they begin licking and sucking on one another furiously, exchanging saliva as though each were spurting semen into the other's mouth. What if he were to break free from her lips to perform his cunnilingus on the rose petals, which are of the same color as the petals that guard her vagina? He would say, "See Kitty, these petals are your pussy lips. And see how they can be spread to reveal the soft insides?" And with that, Kitty lays back and eagerly lifts her knees toward her nipples as he submerges between her open legs. Now he takes his time, first licking the skin where her legs give way to her vulval mound, enjoying the taste of the cream that spilled to her thighs, wetting the hair around the open gash that is her vagina. After minutes of this teasing around her mound, he sucks her inner lips and toys with them using his tongue. It stretches as he sucks, and as it stretches, it pulls at her clit. Her breathing is rapid as she nears climax, and meanwhile, between her legs, everything pulsates and quivers. Her vagina gapes like a cavern then squeezes shut. Her anus puckers as though readying for a chaste kiss and then protrudes like a large knot. As the gaping, squeezing, clenching, and protruding repeat more and more, her rhythmic moaning gives way to louder grunts. "Unh, unh, unh", says his Kitten, as she raises her hips, holds open her pussy, and demands deep penetration. Everything smells of musk; of sex. What if he were to insert one finger, teasing around that complicated pinkness before dipping in deeply? She would surely ask for more fingers until the tips of three of his fingers massaged in alteration, her G spot and her cervical mound. Her grunts would give way to a sudden exhalation that melts into a scream as she squeezes with her vagina and clenches with her thighs, vowing not to let him out. "Oh yes, oh fuck, oh my cunt, oh your hairy cock!" His three fingers thrust in and out rapidly at first, but gradually, the thrusting slows and he lets her orgasm subside. They look deeply into each other's eyes. To them this is the hottest, sexiest moment. The moment when each takes stock of the other's desires to plan their next move. What if Kitty beckoned him to stand in front of her: "Stand up my love. It's my turn to taste." He would obey this velvet command in an instant. His hard dick is level with her mouth. Smiling, she would squeeze the tip gently, but firmly, causing him to drip a little pre-cum. The droplet would land on her tongue, leaving a silver thread extending from his dick-hole to her tongue. Then, still smiling, she would swallow it. Her tongue works its way along his shaft to his balls. She reverses directions until she reaches the tip, where her lips encircle his erection before she sucks him in fully. Her tongue runs rampant and loud rhythmic slurping noises fill the room. It is his turn to groan, grasping both sides of her head and drawing her closer. She looks up at him. And at that moment, Kitty has become his sexual angel with dreamy eyes and sucked-in cheeks. At a loss for words, he simply stammers, "Ahhh, I love you, unh, my love" Not wanting to cum, he would withdraw himself from her mouth, which releases him with a wet pop. And what if Kitty were to slide her tongue all the way to his balls again? What if she were to suck one entirely into her mouth. Would she caress him gently with her tongue, would she massage them firmly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, or would she hurt him? She certainly could. And he loves being vulnerable to her Kitty, his woman, his love. What if, what if, what if? But such questions, asked in solitude, are no longer relevant. Just minutes ago, they had entered the hotel room, and as soon as the door closed behind them, they fell into each other's arms, exchanging desperate kisses and desperate I-missed-you's. It had been months since they were able to touch. The next hours will be filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of two in love, followed by a short, but deep, narcotic sleep from which they will rouse one another to start anew, exploring themes that they had missed earlier. And so tonight, what-if will become what is, my Kitty... What If What if we actually tempted fate? What if we actually gave into our lust for each other? What if, we actually had sex and did all of those things that we have promised each other in whispers, looks, touches and thoughts. What if... The undercurrent of sexual tension has been building for 3 years now. You touch me; you tell me that I would scream for you; you tell me that I would call you God. If I think on these things, it causes the heat to grow. I get wet thinking about how you would touch me, taste me, come into me. I decide to act. We have met up at a bar with our other friends. The usual flirting and playing goes on. This time you can tell I am nervous. You ask what's up. I say nothing. You can always tell my moods. Later in the evening I tell you. I have a room. Will you? You look at me. This is forbidden. We are both married. We both love our families very much. Are you sure? Can we do this? Will you feel guilty and tell? No. I have made up my mind. I am yours if you want me. Only one word is needed. We say our goodbyes. Go to our separate cars with the intention of meeting up again in just a few minutes. I have already prepared the room ahead of time. Sexy music, the curtains are closed, and there is just a soft light on; soft enough, but bright enough to see what we want. As we close the door behind us, you look at me. I can see the questions still there. I smile and draw you farther into the room. You ask me what I want. You can see that I'm not really sure, but you know me well enough to not worry about that. You smile at me and kiss me on the forehead. Slowly, you pull my shirt over my head. You start kissing my shoulders and breasts above my bra. I sigh and shudder at the same time. You are giving me goose bumps and I love it. You run your hands up and down my back softly stroking with your fingertips. You notice that I jump a little when you hit my low back. You turn me around, kiss and then lightly lick a little line above my jeans. I arch into you with a little cry. You turn me back around and I see you grinning. You undo my jeans pushing me back onto the bed. You take them off and kiss my legs as my jeans disappear. You come back up and start kissing my torso. I go to take off my bra and you stop me. I ask if I can take off your clothes and you tell me no. You tell me to turn over and I do. You are caressing me with your hands running them up and down my body. Firmly, softly, then you start to knead my muscles. Oh, that feels so good. I actually didn't realize that I was so tense. I slowly relax for you and then I feel you unhook my bra. You slip the straps over my shoulders but don't take it off of me. As you finish up massaging me you tell me to turn over. I slip my bra off and throw it aside. You look appreciatively at my breasts. They are not the perkiest, they don't salute, I have two kids, but that makes them all that more attractive. They are natural. You take my right breast into your mouth and start lapping around the nipple. Your other hand is playing with my left breast. You are rolling and lightly tugging the nipple between your fingers. I love the way you play with my breasts, it feels so good. You switch sides with your mouth and pay it the same attention. I am laying back with my eyes closed taking in the sensations. With both breasts now being caressed by your hands, I am suddenly surprised to feel you bury your face in my panty covered crotch. I hear you take a deep breath and you tell me you have to taste me. I'm not surprised you can smell me, I have been wet for so long tonight anticipating this. You pull my panties down and off throwing them somewhere. Then you slowly spread my legs apart. The first touch of your tongue makes me jolt and cry out in pleasure. You continue to lick, suckle, tease, probe, and lap at me as I am getting wetter (if that is possible). The feelings you are giving me are incredible. I feel your finger replace your tongue on my clit and you thrust your tongue into me. I orgasm, screaming out and my body twitches, beyond my control. Oh God, this is so incredible and I continue to spasm as you pull yourself up beside me. You smile at me contentedly, knowing you made good on that particular promise. I sigh in contentment and try to sit up so I can reciprocate. But no, you surprise me by catching my lips in a kiss. We share a long kiss and you move my naked body on top of you as you sit up. My legs are on either side of your leg, the fabric of your jeans chafes my delicate lips and I feel myself get ready to enjoy more of the pleasure that you have for me. I figure it is my turn, but you surprise me again. You keep kissing my face and neck and slowly move me back and forth over your leg. Rubbing me and torturing me with the rough fabric. "Please," I say, looking at you, "Please." But you won't let me have you, not yet. You smile wickedly at me and whisper a command to come again for you. You move my other leg over your lap completely and start fingering me and rubbing me at the same time. I throw my head back in ecstasy and your hand comes up to wrap itself in my long hair. You tug my head backwards making my breasts present themselves to you. You nip and suck on my nipples as your pulling my hair and rubbing my clit at the same time. Oh Fuck, I am so sensitive I am whimpering and trying to get away from your fingers, but you won't let me. "Come for me Jennifer, Come now" you tell me. You tweak my clit a little harder and suddenly I do come. I am shaking all over it is so powerful. My muscles are clenching trying to get to your hard dick. I want to ride you so badly right now. I need to feel you inside of me. I need you to fuck me hard. I have calmed down now. I am lying on my back on the bed and you have been lying beside me propped on your elbow watching me. I giggle because I am a bit uncomfortable with you looking at me so intently. I ask if it's my turn and you smile at me. I'm not sure how I am going to do this because you know I don't like fellatio. I want to try this with you. I know it will bring you pleasure. Hesitantly, I move over top of you and pull your shirt and undershirt up and over your head. You help me by sitting up. I decide to try something. Getting off the bed, I tell you to get up. I undo your jeans and pull them down and off your hips with your underwear. I am kneeling at your feet looking up at you. I lick my lips and command you to sit in the chair near us. You lean back into the pillows as I settle myself between your hips. My hand wraps around the base of your penis. It is so hard and hot. I softly lift and cup your scrotum with the other hand. I start out by swirling my tongue around the head. Taking it into my mouth, I gently start sucking you as I roll your balls gently in my hand. Moving my hand up and down your shaft, I apply just enough pressure to create friction with the movement. I move my hand farther down on your penis so that I can lick up and down your shaft that is amazingly still hardening. How hard can you get! I quickly dart the tip of my tongue across your slit that has moistened with a drop of your cum. I move the hand wrapped around you up and down your shaft creating friction with my hold. I look up at you to see you give me an encouraging look so I slide you into my mouth. I see you close your eyes in pleasure and feel you lift your hips to meet my mouth. I continue sucking and licking the head of your penis as I glide my wet hand up and down your shaft, every so often massaging your balls, and trying to use my tongue ring on the more sensitive areas of your penis. I start to moan with you in my mouth, I can't believe how horny this is making me. I love watching the ecstasy flicker across your face as I look up at you from below. Even though I want you to fuck me right now, I have decided to let you come in my mouth, let you unload your cum down my throat. However, you stand up pulling me with you; You obviously have different plans. You push me backwards onto the bed and slam your hard cock into my wet pussy in one movement. I let out a cry of surprised delight! Oh my God that felt so good! We watch each other as you slowly pull back and then push into me deeply again. God you feel so good, so right, so big. I close my eyes and you say "No. Open them. I want you to know it's me." I do and you watch me intently. This is you fucking me, thrusting your hard dick into my wet pussy. You causing me to scream, pant, and orgasm. You easily increase the pace with how wet I am. My breathing and yours are getting more labored as the pleasure builds. I arch my breasts towards you. You caress them and pull hard on my nipples causing me to cry out and my pussy to spasm around your dick. You start thrusting into me harder. Oh yes, this is what I love, I want you to fuck me hard, make me cum all over, Make me shudder and scream. I wrap my legs around your back and lift my hips higher to meet your thrusts. I open myself up so that you can penetrate me as deeply as possible. I can feel the tension getting to the breaking point in you. I don't know how, but I just know you are going to cum very soon. You reach between us and flick my clit one last time. I immediately come for the third time, hard, explosive, and you follow, shooting your cum deep inside of me. Wow, I don't know if I can move. It was everything I imagined and more. We are both hot and sweaty now. I look at you with a sated smile and ask if you want to take a shower with me. You grin back and get up pulling me off the bed. We run into the bathroom turning on the shower and letting it get warm. You kiss me again holding my face in your hands. We get in and you start lathering me up with the soap. Washing every part of me with gentle hands, you also tease my sensitive skin with your cleaning. As I turn to wash you, I notice that you are hard again. I don't know how. I give your penis extra attention causing it to grow more erect. As we rinse off, your hands are all over me. You tell me to turn around and put my hands on the wall. I do so and you lift my hips and thrust into me with one powerful movement. I'm just a bit wet, but the friction soon has me well lubed again. I thrust back towards you as you push into me holding my hips. You reach a steady thrusting rhythm while the water beats down on our bodies. The water flows around my curves and you follow with your finger. You pull out of me and command me "come" as you turn off the shower. We quickly dry off and you pull me back into the room tumbling me onto the bed. "Hands and knees," you tell me and I oblige as you stand behind me and slide into my wet vagina. "How do you want it," you ask, already knowing what I will say. "Hard." I beg. You grab my hips and pull me back as you thrust into me. Oh Shit, you are pounding my pussy. I start moaning with each thrust. You slide your hand up my back and grab my hair again arching my back into you farther. With you standing, we are at the perfect angle for your thrusting dick to also stimulate my clit. With your hard thrusting and the friction, I know that I am going to come again. It is unbelievable. I don't think I have ever had this much pleasure in one night. I have never had more than 2 orgasms. That's for sure! You stop though; it will take you a little more time to recover fully. You lay down on the bed beside where I am and I climb on top of you so that I can ride. I ease myself down onto you leaning forward so that my hands are above your shoulders. As I lift and drop myself on your penis, you start sucking my breasts again. You are gentle with them, but still tug on my nipples with your teeth making me groan. You reach down with one of your hands to play with my clit again knowing I will cum quickly. In just a few seconds I start shaking again and I pause in my movement to let my fourth orgasm take over. My muscles are squeezing your cock as you push up into me and it brings you that much closer to cumming yourself. As I calm down, I get off of you and replace my pussy with my mouth. This time, you let me continue, I lick you up and down sucking gently on your head every so often. As you get closer to your own climax, I start moving my hand and mouth faster over your hard cock. You finally let go shooting your warm cum deep into my throat. I swallow and smile at you licking my lips. I'm not sure if this is going to be the start of something or just a one night promise for us, but for now, I am content with what we have. What If? OK, this is pure fantasy. Like many guys the idea of having an open marriage has always been intriguing. Now that is not the same opinion as my wife. So this is a bit of my fantasy that opens the doors in a way that she takes the steps to increase the opportunities of the road to extended pleasure. What if she really wanted to have another guy? What would that be like? It has been a great 30 plus years of marriage and I've been teasing my Cath for at least fifteen years about what would she think of switching it up with another guy. She'd always bop me in the arm, call me a perv and frown with bright eyes as she walk off. Even more often now, while she is stroking my cock and rubbing my balls, I ask her if she would like to stroke on a much larger cock? I ask, "would you like a nice 10 incher to stroke, watching if swell in you hand and feel those attached balls getting hard in your hand?" Cath always says she is satisfied with my size and can't imagine anything larger than my cock fitting in her. But I notice that she will take a longer and slower stroke on my cock and hold my balls in a bouncing lifting way. As if she was trying to stretch my cock larger and feel the weight of my balls getting heavier. I keep at this game of suggestion, planting the idea for Cath to fantasize about taking another lover. I keep suggesting how it would be to feel another set of lips making their way down her shoulder to her delicious nipple. How she could enjoy the different caress of another set of hands working over her hips, over her ass cheeks and fingers slipping to her mound, finding her wet lips. I'm whispering in her ear all of this as I let my fingers and lips follow each sentence spoken. Her response is to moan and to guide my head to her full breast and rapidly hardening nipple. "That's it" I say, "imagine the guy at the beach here now, kissing your nipple. It's his long powerful fingers brushing over your mound. It is his tongue dancing across your nipple, first on your left breast, now sliding across to your right, his lips closing as that nipple hardens, pulling on it with his lips and his tongue darting on the tip." "Good!, open your legs as his fingers rub around and over your swelling lips, his middle finger slipping between your folds as his hand moves back upwards. The tip of that finger now settling on your swelling clit... Feel how his finger presses, throbs, vibrates and circle on your luv button. That's it, push your pelvis onto his hand. Let go and enjoy as he takes you to exxstacy." Amazingly Cath openly responds to my suggestions and reaches a full body quivering orgasm. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her face is fully flushed with pleasure. As her breathing returns to normal her eyes open, glazed in the aftermath of exxstacy, I ask her if she enjoyed her imaginary man from the beach. She just coyly smiles and and pulls me on top of her. "I want you inside of me, NOW!" she says. The excitement and heat of the moment subsided and I asked Carh if she wanted to go out to dinner and maybe a little dancing afterward. She said "Sure!" and I slapper her lovingly on the ass as she headed to the shower. I looked through her closet and picked out a tight fitting dress that has spaghetti straps and a bodice that is braless and cut just at the start of her cleavage. It is mid-thigh in length with a slight flair at the bottom. I found her three inch ankle strap heels and dug in her draw to find her sheer black thigh-highs and bikini cut panties. Now Cath is 5'6" and a size 6 with 36C breast. When she walked out of the bathroom her reddish auburn hair was blown dry and sexily flowing over her bare shoulders. Her eye got really bright when she saw what cloths I had laid out. She blushed and gave a wry smile. I asked her to do up her eye makeup really nice and match the colors to the dark blue dress. Her brown eyes are really sexy with upper and lower eye liner all accented by blue to smokey black eye shadow. As she was dressing, I had a difficult time not wanting her to stop at each addition of clothing to ravish her. She finally chased me out of the bed room. As I was leaving, I mentioned that I thought we would go the Beth Page Hotel. I told her about a gent I met a business networking group and that he invited us out to get together there that would have a light buffet and dancing all night. She thought that would be fine. I told her Dave was a executive with a company on Long Island that we might be able to do business with in the future. I said that I had no expectations for business talk this evening but you never know. A short while later Cath came out of the bedroom... I was jaw dropping stunned by her. Her face beamed, her eyes twinkled... sensuous yet a little slutty.... her lips a deep rose red that accented to her hair and that cheshire cat smile she can get. My eye followed the flow of her form... her bare shoulders and titillating cleavage... her narrow waist and exciting hips... OHhhh I wanted to grab those hips... and looking at her legs... my favorite ankle strap heels on those shapely feet with dark hose - I wanted to caress them ... following up to her skirt line just at mid-thigh as I was hoping to see. She twirled and the skirt portion of the dress flowed out so that if you were sitting you could get a hinted tease of the tops of her thigh highs. Mmmm I told her she was absolutely gorgeous and I'll have to go into my o'l military mode to fight the guys off. She giggled and said "in my dreams and she's only for me". I responded by taking her into my arms with a hug and the feel of her full breast pushed against my chest. With her heels on, we were eyeball to eyeball... looking deep into her eyes I told her how much I loved her and that I was the luckiest guy around. She smiled and lightly kissed me. As we got into the car she did something that she normally doesn't do, she let her dress pull up along her legs and exposed her thighs higher than her shy, formal self would otherwise allow. I got a good eye full of her inner thighs as one leg stepped into the car... seeing all the way up to her panty covered pussy.... then she slowly pulled her right leg into the car... she smiled up at me. My mind was wondering at this point since I've never in 36 years of marriage, seen her do that. Miss prim and proper in public showing her legs like that? When we pulled up to the Beth Page Hotel, I asked Cath if she had brought her contact solution and container. She asked "Why?" I replied "Well, this looks like a nice place and I may have a few drinks. It would be safer to spend the night. What do you think?" She looked at me and said, "it so happens I was thinking the same thing so I did throw a small bag together. You were so goggly eyed looking at my legs that you didn't see me put the bag in the back when I got in the car." "Sounds like a plan then!" I said, "I'll get us checked in and let the car hop park the rig." I got out of the care andI saw the car hops eyes widen when he opened the door to let Cath out. Her dress had scooted up to the tops of her thigh-highs and she made no attempt to smooth it down as she would have if we were going to church. I know he was getting a great look down the front of her dress too. When she reached around to grab her bag from behind my seat.... I know she was giving him one heck of a thigh shot.. I know... I was around the car by this time and I was seeing the tops of her stockings and bare thigh too.... What has gotten into her? I have to admit I liked it. The car hop took her hand and she exited the vehicle, standing tall and erect, full of confidence yet with a blush on her face for just getting caught with her skirt up. Bright eyed and a smile she stepped forward and took my arm. Proud as a peacock, I lead her through the doors. As we walked through the lobby I saw Dave. I could see that he caught a good look at Cath as we came through the door. He had a big friendly smile, came over, shook my hand and I made the introductions. He said his wife would be back in a moment, she went to the ladies room. We chatted about the hotel and other basic stuff and Dana walked up from behind us. Dave introduced his stunning wife. She is about 5' 2" out of heels an she had on those ankle strap three inch heels in red, that I love and black hose. Her eyes a rich chestnut... black upper and lower eye liner.. light to dark charcoal eye shadow... and her hair a deep jet black. She is petite and her contrast to Cath was 4" in height and smaller framed including her 34 Bish to Cish tits. She wore tight skirt that was mid-thigh and showed off her gorgeous legs... OK, I'm a leg and thigh guy... I also love sexy eyes and hair on a woman. Dana's top was semi-transparent, opaque white, low cut to her cleavage and she must be wearing a pushup bra because her breast were so rounded and her cleavage tight. She had on a hot red lipstick that contrasted intimately and slutty with her hair. Dana asked Cathy what was in the shoulder bag. Cath explained that we figured that we would try out the accommodations so she had some of her personal affects in it. Dana mentioned that they stay at this hotel often and that we will really like it. Dave said that he could get us a discount, asked Cath for her bag. He told us both that he would go with me to get us checked in and the girl could chat. I was good with a discount opportunity. We left the gals and went to the check-in counter. A cute gal stepped up to assist us and she gave me a knowingly suggestive smile as Dave introduced me. Her name was Debbie. Dave told Debbie to give me the group discount and to make sure that I had the room next to theirs. Debbie, wide eyed and smiling, did exactly that. I was surprised that Dave and Dana had a room at the hotel already. Dave said that is was a normal once a moth thing that he and Dana did when they got together with some friends. My naiveté thought nothing of it other then it's better to stay put then drive drunk. As we walked back to the girls, they were chatting away and laughing. Dave interrupted and announced that we are all checked in and that he was even able to get our room next to theirs. Cath gave me a glance and I shrugged my shoulders. Dave didn't miss a beet and took Cath by the Arm and lead the way to the reception that he mentioned to me. I extended my arm to Dana, with a broad smile and twinkle in her eye she interlocked her arm in mine and closed her other hand over my hand. She caressed the back of my hand as we walked and said that we should really enjoy the night. I told her that I was looking forward to the time and getting to know her and Dave a little more. She also noted that it looked like Dave wanted to get to know Cath more too... I was trying to read the double meaning in that, if there was one. Yet, watching Cath's hips move in that dress and her sexy legs had my mouth getting dry while my tongue wanted to lick her skin that I knew was above those sexy thigh-high hose. As I watched them walk, I could see that Dave is about my height and build. He and Dana are about eight to ten years younger than Cath and me. Dave looked distinguished, dark hair, blue eyes and a wide smile. He is charming and articulate in conversation as I would expect from a senior executive. I had a good sense that this would be an evening of fun and very little to no conversation about work. I have to admit that taking a double meaning to Dana's comment a moment ago, brought thoughts of Dave exploring to find those sensuous hidden treasures with Cath that i knew she had as she sashayed in front of me. Dana brought my attention back to her by pressing closer as we entered the door to the private reception area. She felt soft yet toned. For the first time I really noticed the flowery fragrance of her hair. "Nice", I whispered. She looked up, asking, "What did you say?" "Your hair, it has a really great fragrance. I was just saying "Nice" to my self but since you asked, I like the way your hair smell. Hope that's not out of line?" She smiled, thanking me with a light kiss on the cheek. As we went in, There was a table collecting tickets or taking cash at the door. I was reaching into my pocket for my wallet when Dave turned and said "You two are my guest. Put your wallet away I'm sure a few dances with Cath later will work off the fee." We all laughed and continued in. We were each given a red wrist band to signify that we were a part of this group and could leave and come back in. The lighting was turned medium low and light jazzy music played low in the background. Dave & Cathy lead the way to the buffet. There was a really nice spread, not to mention the gathering of classy folks. The table settings were around a small dance floor. They were set up as square tables for four, rectangular for six and round for eight. Dave took a to a table for six. He thought it would be fun if another couple would end up joining us. I noted that it was a great networking set up and he just smiled. We sat with Cath in the middle across from me, Dave next to her on one side and Dana next to me across from Dave. He asked if we wanted anything to drink since it was an open bar for us. Cath isn't much of a drinker but said she'd like a fuzzy navel...Dave laughed and commented that he hoped hers wasn't fuzzy... she blushed and we all laughed. Dana asked for a red wine and I asked for a scotch. Dave headed off to the bar. Cath asked Dana about the seating and the folks that are attending, "what type of event is this?" Dana said it was a social gathering of different associates either from business and the community. They liked to get together privately and let their hair down once a month. Since they had the banquet room into the early hours of the morning, most of the folks got rooms at the hotel so they could enjoy one anthers company for as long as they liked. She said that her and Dave have been doing this for about a year and really enjoy the other people and really getting to know them! Dana put a heavy emphasis on "really getting to know them." Dave came back with the drinks and another couple. Carl and Nancy. Carl was about 6'2" build like a linebacker and charcoal black. Nancy was about 5'4" a mix of carmel & milk chocolate, her eyes had a hint of asian and the color was a captivating green. They were a handsome couple. Carl had on slacks and a loose buttoned shirt.... a great smile and an enthralling voice. He sat in the open chair next to Cath. Nancy had those great hips like Cath, forming from her chiseled waist and bare sexy legs resting in red platform heels that made her about 5' 8". She was wearing a short tight leather skirt and a black lace blouse that had not hint of a bra under it... her skin tone showed right through her blouse and her nipples were obvious even to the casual observer... Being the gentleman that I am, I stood as she came to the empty seat and pulled it back for her. She took my right hand off the chair and squeezed into my arms to hug me and give me a kiss on the cheek. Looking at Carl she chuckle, "I really like a gentleman with a lip duster!"... Carl laughed and retorted, "you can have him!" I helped Nancy scoot her chair in and got a good view down her open blouse and her thighs almost to her crotch. We all chatted about various topics... Carl got up and refilled our drinks and brought me a margarita this time. As Carl set Cath's drink down he caressed her bare arm slowly from her fingers to her shoulder... moving her hair back across from her front to the back... she didn't seem to mind as she kept engrossed in listening to Dave talk about his enjoyment of photography. When Carls fingers began to slip down across her shoulders she did sigh and look up at him...moving her neck around... saying that it was stiff and that his fingers felt good. I was mesmerized... Cath doesn't let other guys massage her neck let alone caress her arm like that. She turned in her chair to face Dave better and give Carl access to her neck and bare shoulders. He looked over at me with a big smile... I just nodded an acknowledgement of his caressing and massaging my wife. I was then distracted by the sensation on both my thighs, looking down I saw a hand from each lady caressing and from Nancy's side actually squeezing as to test my muscle tone. She leaned close to my left ear and whispered. Since I do not hear well on that side I turned my head to give her my full attention and hearing side.. asking her to repeat what she just asked. As my eyes met hers she let her lips brush mine... then she asked if I worked out regularly? Locked on her alluring green eyes, I said no but I use L-Arginine every day and that helps with my tone. Her eyes twinkled and she said, "Isn't that good as a libido enhancer too?" Chuckling I responded "it does keep the blood flow working well." We both laughter... And the DJ music started up! Cranking up the tunes the DJ said "OK everybody let's hit the dance floor and really get things swinging!" I looked over to Cath to take her out for a dance but Dave already had her hand in hand on the way. Dana's fingers gently on the side of my face pulled my chin toward her and looking into my eyes, her's bright with expectation said, "It looks like you lost your wife for the night. I'll gladly take her place!" "Let's go!" I replied and took her by the hand, watching her slip off the chair, her dress riding up so that I saw the tops of her hose, and we headed out to the dance floor. Dave already had Cath spinning and jitter-bugging in such a way that her dress would swirl up and the tops of her thigh-highs could easily be seen by all. She was laughing and really enjoying the dance. Although I was dancing with Dana, I kept looking over at Cath and Dave. He would spin her and then pull her toward him.. her breast crushing against his chest.. he would reach down and caress her ass.. pulling her dress up enough to touch her thigh... the release her to see her work her hips as she moved her feet in the rhythm of the music. Her hair flowing back and forth.. her full breast swaying in her dress... I'm mesmerized by her moves and actions... never seeing her like this before... I'm turned on to see Cath acting so sexy and becoming more wanton as the music continues. The dance floor is getting more crowded as the couples press closer, bumping and grinding. Dana's hips are pressed to mine and I feel her grinding against me. I look down to see her eyes closing as she grabs my hips and holds on ... the rhythm swaying and her gyrating.... me looking up to see Cath pressed against Dave.. her head over his shoulder and Curtis pressing against her from behind.. It looks as if they have her sandwiched between them... Dana is pressing her tits against my chest and I feel more gyrating softness behind me... I feel another set of arms wrapping forward around to Dana's shoulders... delicious chocolate arms... I know it is Nancy... Her breast pushing into my back and he pelvis gyrating against my ass... me between the two hot beauties... My head is a swirl... two long rhythmic songs... I see Cath flush.. eyes closed...pressed between these two guys we just met tonight... I'm amazed and excited.. The music abruptly stops... the DJ announces "time to break before we shake".... Dana looks up and Says "I think you need another drink".. here I am standing with her on the dance floor, Nancy still clinging to my back, a hardon like never before and my wife still with her arms wrapped around Dave's neck. Dana takes me by the hand and leads me to the bar. Dave and Cath are making their way over as well... Cath looks at me, pink checked and a little embarrassment in her eyes. Dana greats Dave with a big hug and wet kiss saying how much she loves him and how hot it was to see my reaction to him dancing with Cath... Cath looks at me.. I take her by the hand and gently step to her... Kissing her.. whispering to her I love her immensely and that I was and still am very turned on by her dancing with Dave... She whispers back that she loves me so much and that she has never felt so hot... and all her senses seem to be on fire.. she licks my ear as she continues how wet she feels and how hot her pussy lips seem to be... Not even thinking, I reach down and pull up her dress, slipping my hand to feel and WOW.. her thong is soaked... I snap back with Dana and Dave clapping... Cath says she needs to go to the ladies room and Dana took her by the hand to lead the way. What If? Dave takes me by the elbow to the end of the bar, calling the bar tender over. He introduces me to Sandy, a twenty-something dark haired, blue eyed stunning statue of beauty. He told her I was his new friend that she was mixing drinks for me and my wife. Sandy gave a great smile and welcomed me by mixing up another drink, Dave reminded her to fix one up for Cath too. I looked him straight up and asked, "this isn't any ordinary Friday night gathering of business colleagues is it? It seems that a lot of folks are more than friends and it's beginning to look like folks are spending more time with someone else than the one they arrived with... Is this a swinger gathering? Dave smiles... Cath told me what went on in the ladies room... Dana lead me down the hall hand in hand asking how I was enjoying the evening so far. I explained that I never really dance and to be especially dancing with another guy as I am, well two guys when Curtis pressed in from behind, was way out of my norm. I also mentioned that I was feeling a real heat in lower lips and my thong was soaked. I couldn't believe I was talking so freely to this woman that I just met this evening. As we went into the bathroom Dana told me how hot I looked in my dress, hose and heels. She commented that she saw my thigh-highs when Dave gave me a good spin on the dance floor. I asked her if it was more when he pulled me close during the last dance, lifted the edge of my dress and caressed my upper thigh that she got a good look. She laughed and said yes. She again told me how sexy hot I looked. I said that Dave had been telling me that and how delicious I am the whole evening. Was she OK with that. She smiled and touched my shoulder... a warm feeling ran from her fingers, past my brain and right to my hot lower lips... I looked her in those sexy eyes as she said, " if Dave thinks your hot and wants to devour you... I'm happy that he will. Will you let him?" I gulped... I stepped back and told her that I really had to use the stall. She smiled and nodded. I went into the stall, there were only magnetic clasps on the door. I pulled up my dress and as I was pulling down my thong I could not believe how soaked it was. You would have thought I pee'd myself... As I sat on the stool, the door gently opened. There was Dana with a cheshire cat smile... looking down at my soaked thong... She said, "You know, what we gals do here is give our panties or thong to the guy that really gets us wet. It lets him know that we would like him to enjoy the full fruits of his ability to excite our libido's. Would you be willing to give Dave your wet thong? I know he would really like to see how delicious you are. He would devour you in you gave him the OK." Now I'm confused and feeling wet not from going pee but a sense of excitement that I haven't felt before. I look for the TP and there isn't any in the stall. I look up at Dana and she said "that's because there is the bidet to use. Keep your dress pulled up and step out and I'll show you." I followed only a couple steps out of the stall. I never noticed the bidet there when I walked in with Dana. She helped me position over the bowl and turned the warm water on low. She held my elbow and said for me to squat slowly until the water started washing me. I did as she said, the water caressed my ass and lower lips... it was warm and felt really good. I looked into the mirror to see my hair wet, yet my lips swollen.. I could see my clit protruding ever so slightly. I then heard Dana tell me to reach down and make sure I was well washed. As I did, I touched my engorge lips and let my finger slip across my clit. Dana whispered into my ear, "Oh you horny sexy woman.. Dave would love to do that for you, with his tongue too." I looked into the mirror as saw I was blushing. Dana turned off the water... OHhh I wanted to feel it some more. The I was shocked as I felt her sliding a towel up along my inner thighs and to my ass and pussy lips. I have never had another woman do this. She gently dried me. Telling me that Dave and Carl would love to have their hands where hers was at that moment. I sighed and moaned as her fingers came over the edge of the towel to touch my clit. I looked Dana in the eyes again asking "What will Tom think? What abbot him? I don't want to do anything that would hurt him!" She let her tow finger form a V around the hood of my clit, while her other hand helped me stand straight again. Squeezing and vibrating my clit as I stood.... She said, "If it's OK with you, I want to give Tom my thong... and so does Nancy." I was shocked but excited from her touching me as much as the thought of her and Nancy with my husband of 32 years. Then I thought about all the times you asked me if I wanted a cock bigger than yours, how you saw a young guy looking at me as if he wanted to devour me, how you thought I was sexy and that other guys were desiring me. I always rejected your comments but now, hearing Dave and Curtis telling me how sexy I am and they want to devour me... and with Dana, touching me, Never! would I have Ever let that happen and it was... my head a buzz and my pussy getting wet again, I felt my juices seeping out.. Dana kissed my on the cheek and brought me back to the moment. "Cath... Cath... you are so perfectly wet... Dave would love to feel this on his cock... Do you want to feel a hot, hard cock slipping in you?" - she whispered as her fingers slipped off my clit and through my wet folds..her palm keeping the pressure on my clit... I moan... "OOoohhh Yesss!!!" Then I felt another set of hands caressing across my breast.... Nancy's hot breath caressing my other ear... "and Curtis will love your hot tits!" I was breathing hard as these two women were fingering me and titillating my thoughts with their two men doing the same and more... Oh, sweetie... I lost control and told them that I wanted more... They stopped.. just as I was moving to a climax.. my tummy tightening, my thighs clasping Dana's hand... she pulled her hand away... Nancy left my tits aching... they stepped back... smiling... I looked at Dana and she held my thong in front of my face... Saying, "You are going to give these to Dave.... Aren't you? Giving him all of you with them!" I sighed with a blush of anticipation and nodded, my pussy soaking wet. Dave and I were still talking as the girls had their conversation... so to speak. Curtis joined us and ordered another drink too. Dave said, "This group has been around for number of years and is open to what ever the members are open too. That means that there are those that attend for the buffet, drinks, dancing and social time. Other, well.... take the opportunity to mingle to another level and we always leave the decision on what adults choose to do up to the women." I interjected, "Well, Cath has never been around such open "adult" interaction. Usually she would be running like a scared cat. Yet for some reason tonight she is acting like one hot pussy looking for a lot of affection. To be honest, I've never been in any situation like this although I've fantasized about it and tried to coax Cath into exploring more. Heck, we are both in our 60's and I thought we should live out some fantasies but she keeps telling me she doesn't have any and is totally satisfied with me and our love-making." Dave interrupted, "Wow, you guys don't look 15 years older than Dana and me or I think that's about the same for you and Nancy?" Looking over at Curtis. Curtis just smiled and said, "My oh my... Cath is one hot MILF. You're right Dave... they are older but Cath is sexy hot.. and I know, Tom, that Nancy is ready to jump on your mustache for a grinding ride." I looked at these guys... knowing that they both are ready and willing to devour Cath in every way. I continued, "Gents, my fantasy has been to see my wife being taken to all levels of ecstasy by a couple guys. This would be so exciting to see let alone having your wives wanting to get physical with me? I'm not sure Cath is ready for anything like this. She has a very puritanical view of life. I would imagine that when the gals get back from the bathroom; that Cath is going to want for us to head to our room or, even to head back home." Dave chimed in, "I'll be surprised if she does. She was so hot on the dance floor. I kept telling her how gorgeous she is, how much I enjoyed feeling her when she was tight against me...how much I wanted to caress every inch of her.. How much I new she was soaking wet and wanting to satisfied.. I caressed her thighs when I lifted her dress and she just moaned as my fingers squeezed her ass cheeks." Curtis chimed in, "and she never pulled back when I came up behind, wrapping my hands around her tits, squeezing them and pressing my hard cock against her back. Oh yeah Tom, I agree with Dave! I think your in for a surprise." I couldn't say a word at that point. As the gals were getting ready to head out of the bathroom, Dana ask Cath, "Do you really like the hot tingle in your pussy?" Cath shook her head up and down, "ohhh yes!" Dana and Nancy smile... "Here, have a couple droppers of this." Cath, "What is it?" Dana replied, "It's a female libido enhancer, all natural but it seems to have a good effect and last all night. It really makes a pussy sensitive and seems to add to the pleasure of all night sex." Cath told me she quizzically looked at the comment of "all night sex" since she never thought of that. She told me that she was already committed to giving Dave her thong so she figured what the heck. She took and let the two droppers of honey flavored nectar rest under her tongue as they came back to the banquet room. The music was moving to another set and the DJ was shouting out "Let's really party all you hot swingers!" Dave was the first to see the girls come back into the room. He watch them approach, nudging Curtis and me catching the last moment of three hot woman as they sashayed in arms locked as three hot poster girls. I saw this radiance about Cath. Her hair fluffed out more, a refreshed look in her eyes. She had her eye makeup renewed and was it every slutty hot eye-shadow of light purple to deep black, her lipstick hot deep red! All three women we made up and looking hot and sexy! Cath walked up to me and embraced me tight.. pushing her pelvis to mine. In a sexy voice, as she licked my ear, she said "I love you baby and I want all your pleasure to be fulfilled tonight!" She sucked on my ear lobe and said again, "I really, really love your." I said back to her that I really loved her too and though she was extra hot. With that, she pulled back slightly and smiled... she let her hands slide down my back and across my arms, holding one hand, she reached up into her cleavage and pulled out her thong. She looked at me, and I think my mouth dropped open. I said, "theres no going back from this point if you really want to." She leaned back against me and kissed me deep, her tongue sliding between my lips and virtually fucking my mouth with it. Then she pulled back again, let go of my hand, took two steps to Dave and put her thong in his shirt pocket. He smiled at me over Cath's shoulder as she took him by the hand and started walking back to the dance floor. I grabbed Dave by the arm...he got a concerned look on his face as I gave him a very stern look... then I said, "Heels and hose have to stay on! And I want pictures of everything, video if you can!!" He smiled wide and with that Long Island accent, "YOU Got IT!!" Cath looked over her shoulder when she felt Dave jerk to a halt and caught Dave shouting over the music to me, "YOU Got IT!!" Seeing me smile at her and let go of Dave's arm, she began that hip movement sashay that gals do as they head out on a dance floor with getting wild in mind. Her ass wiggled and her shoulders shifting had her hair swaying across her bare back. I did not notice until that moment that the straps on her dress were gone and she was bare shouldered. I watched amazed that my very reserved wife is hot to trot to the dance floor with another guy, make that two guys with Curtis, Having the full intention of having a wild night of sex with them... in 35 years of marriage, I would never have guessed this, even though I wanted it. They made it a couple feet in on a very crowed dance floor. Cath being the first to get on the floor, turned to Dave and pulled him tight to her. With here 3" heels, she was almost eye-ball to eye-ball with him... as she crushed her chest to his, she lifted her right leg and wrapped it behind his thigh.. pulling herself tight to his crotch and pressing her pelvis to his. He dressed hiked up her thigh, revealing her bare skin above her thigh-hgh and her round bare ass cheek. Her arms wrapped tight around him, her lips now found his.. her pelvis moving to the rhythm of the music as she launched her tongue between his lips. Dave caressed he leg from her knee up along her hose... reaching her bare thigh, his fingers lingered.. slowly working their way up along her exposed skin, grasping her ass cheek in his hand and pulling her against him... She let her leg slip down from around him.. twisted her hips and pelvis against, what she told me later as a ever hardening bulge, and broke off the kiss. His hand remained on her bare ass, dress hike up with his left hand.. playing with her ass cheek. Dave spun Cath around, stopping her when she was facing away.. now he was kissing her neck and his hands were lifting the front of her dress. Caressing across the tops of her hose, along the lines of her bare skin.. I could see her shudder as she dipped a little, spreading her legs allowing his fingers access to her lightly hair covered pussy. She told me how his fingers came together at the top of her velvet covered mound and met at the top of the flesh that covers her swollen clit. There he vibrated his fingers together to the beat of the erotic music. I watched as her eyes closed, her mouth cracked open and could almost hear her moans over the loud throbbing sounds.... As she was pressing her ass against his hard cock, I saw Curtis on his knees... his lips kissing her upper thighs. Cath told me later that as Dave was massaging and squeezing her clit, Curtis was using his lips to nibble her bare flesh and tease her skin with his tongue, making little circles as he traced along the top of her thigh-highs. I could see her leaning back against Dave, then lift her right leg... and then a flash.. another .. there was someone there taking pics and a woman taking a video as Cath lifted her leg over Curtis's left shoulder. I could see her turning her head and Dave kissing her as Curtis worked his way up along her right inner thigh and so close to pussy. Dave pulling her lips apart. And then I noticed... she was now shaved below her clit. I was wondering what all happened in that bathroom.. I have to wait to ask her more....My attention snapped back as I saw her arch her back as Curtis must have hit home and drove his tongue into her hot tight pussy. She told me it was like a jolt of electricity hitting her with her lips open and his tongue slipped up from teasing that sensitive area between her ass and pussy. His tongue worked back and forth across her lips and up to the lower part of her clit... he then plunged his tongue as hard and deep into her love canal as it would go. His lips pressing to her pussy lips... the sensation electrifying... his tongue plunging in and out... She felt the spasm deep in her abdomen... shaking every nerve... she screamed out and released a gush of her hot honey into his mouth.. so much that Curtis had to pull back as the next spasm release more hot pussy honey on his face. Cath was shaking against Dave...the only way she did not collapse on the floor was because of his grip on her and her leg over Curtis's shoulder. I could see her smile and use her leg to pull Curtis back to her pussy... reach down with her hands and grab his head... she humps his face a number of times and then.. all of a sudden, pushes his head back and pull her leg off his shoulder. I can barely see him saying to her something about she owes him and she'll get hers. Later she told me that is what he did say. Her dress still hiked up by Dave's hands on her hips, she wiggles her wet pussy in front of Curtis... He gives her a big smile, his teeth a pearl white, contrast to his deep black skin. She turns in Dave's hands in a way that her ass is not fully exposed. She looks back at Curtis and says something. He nods and gets up, waking momentarily away from the dance floor. As she now gyrates her pelvis in a dancing, humping way, Dave leans forward and kisses her passionately. I can see her responding and continuing to hump against him. I'm distracted by a loud whisper over the beat of the music, "Isn't she hot? I can tell you're enjoying her playing with Dave and Curtis! Wait till they really get her to the room." Nancy is kissing my ear and telling me. I can feel her hard breast breast against my back, her hands caressing my chest. I feel a warm sensation along my cock and I look down to see Dana licking it. I was so intense in watching Cath, I never noticed Dana opening my pants and taking my hardness into her hands. I look up to see Curtis return with a chair in hand. He sets it down next to Dave and Cath. Cath directs dave to sit in the chair. She bends forward continuing to kiss Dave while her tits are almost falling out of the top of her dress. Without the straps to hold it, it is loose and everyone on the dance floor can see down the front, seeing her 36c's hanging. I can imagine how hard her nipples are. They get so very hard and sensitive when she is aroused. Cath pulls back from Dave. His hands leave her thighs, her dress falls back into place as she stands up. Now she begins to dance in front of him, swinging her hips, gyrating, slowly bending forward so he could see down the front... to her swelling breast and hard nipples...and then standing straight up... She grasps the hem of her dress and slowly works it up her thighs.. seemingly caressing her legs as she does. Pulling it up to her chin and dancing forward.... turning as she gets within reach, letting her hands move up to cup her breast. Cath opens her stance as she approaches Dave, letting her legs straddle his...pushing her chest forward...gyrating down onto his lap, throwing her head back, her chest forward... Dave reaches out and puts his hands over hers and helps her close and caress her breast through the thin material of her dress bodice... a few moments of this and her hips thrusting on his lap, she moves back. Her hands moving up from her breast as she sways her hips, up into her hair, her fingers push it up and out, smiling back at Dave, she locks eyes with him. She reaches forward again, bending, placing her hands on his knees. Slowly she works her hands up along his thighs... her right hand now reaching the obvious bulge in his pants. Cath caresses over that bulge, letting the palm of her hand linger as she moves her fingers to his belt buckle. She uses both hands to undo his belt and her right hand to pull his zipper slowly down, looking into his eyes and licking her hot red lips. With his zipper down, she moves her fingers into the opening.. searching, palming and teasing him. Her left hand releases the clasp at the top of his pants and pulls one flap aside.... she really grins as he gasps... his eyes closing... his expression reveals that she found what she was looking for. I see Curtis step up behind Cath, standing to one side and lifting her dress slowly up along her thigh-highs. At that moment, Nancy is kissing and nibbling on by eye as in a husky voice says, "Look, Cath has made center stage!" She turns my head, planting a hot tongue swallowing deep kiss on my lips as my eyes open over the side of her hair to see a large screen up and behind the DJ. There is a picture in a picture of Cath bent over, reaching into Dave's pants and pulling out his hard cock, while the inner video has Curtis lifting her dress over her ass, pushing her legs further apart, and spreading her cheeks for all in the room to see. The room erupts with clapping, and cheers of "go hotty go!" With this Dana and Nancy push me back into a chair. Dana sits in my lap still holding my ever hard cock in her hand.. Kisses me deep and says, "You can enjoy the show while Nancy and I enjoy you." Nancy lifts Dana's skirt with one hand and my cock in the other while I feel the heat of Dana's wet pussy press against the head of my cock. She looks into my eye and says', "I'm your wife for this weekend baby and we are going to have a great time!" With that, she every so purposefully lowers her heat onto my cock, I feel her lips make contact with my head, her lips seem to be grasping and swallowing me... The feeling of my shaft being engulfed by her is intense, heat, wetness, tight... Her eyes shut as she presses fully into my lap. She holds tight, her arms on my shoulders.... Her head rocking from side to side. She moans, "Ohhhh you feel so hard, hot and good...deep to my cervix!!" She leans forward, her lips to my ear, "Watch the screen love, I've got you where I want you!" What If? The main screen shows Cath taking Dave's cock in hand and bringing her mouth close, her tongue slipping between her lips and touching the tip, rolling across it, around and slowly moving down his shaft. Dave lifts his ass off the chair and pushes his pants down his legs as Cath clearly places a kiss at the base of his cock and balls. She works her lips up along his shaft.. he throws his head back, she must be using her tongue on him as she follows his thick 7" up to the top again. At the same time, Curtis is sipping a finger down along and between Cath's pussy lips. His finger tip gets to her clit just as her lips reach the head of Dave's cock. With the other hand Curtisl pulls down on the zipper at the back of Caths dress..only mid way allowing her bodice to fall lower and her hard nippled breast to hang free in the air. Cath wiggles her free tits back and forth, taking one hand and pulling her bodice back, letting her nipples caress across Dave's hairy thighs. Then she dose what I've so often wanted her to do.... She presses her lips down slow and purposefully, pressing over the head of Dave's cock.. Seeing her taking his head between her lips cause my cock to stir and pulse... Dana moans in my ear... "yeah!!! pump it up lover... pump it up!!" I watch in the main screen as my Cath moves her mouth further down Dave's shaft. Stopping half way, she opens her mouth and saliva seeps out and down his throbbing hardness. At that moment, the motion in the insert screen changes as Curtis is seen taking his long thick middle finger out of his mouth and presses it at the opening of Cath's dripping pussy. As Curtis pushes his finger into Cath, the first guy other than me that has had his finger in her, he slides in, knuckle by knuckle.... All on the screen, as he get to the very last, he pushes hard.... driving Cath forward.... and Dave raises his hips off the chair, grabbing Cath's head... driving his cock deep into her mouth and throat... My reaction is to thrust my hips up... Bouncing Dana on my cock.... Sighing as I see Cath with another guys cock down her throat and a long thick finger up her pussy. She gags on Dave's cock and forces her head up while gyrating on Curtis's finger. I watch in the inner picture as Curtis begins to slide his finger in and out of Cath... while the main pic shows her bobbing up and down on Dave. What an amazing view! I never expected to see this in all my life... she continued to move her lip up and down... stopping only to pull off, take a breath and lick his head. Dave slipped his hands under Cath's tits and was squeezing her ever hard nipples.... Dana moaned again at my thrusting... "I want you to suck my nipples!" I was overwhelmed with this hot woman telling me what she wanted as I watched Cath acting like I always imagined she could. I saw Dave lower his head to her ear and say something. She stopped and looked up into his eyes. He said something again.... Curtis is still fingering her pussy and her eyes are showing she is enjoying it... and then she looks over her shoulder back beyond Curtis. the camera pans with her gaze... The on the back wall, Cath can see my looking at her via the screen.. I'm watching her turn her head and then Nancy bends over and says, "Look to your right lover." I turn my head and I see what Cath sees.... there the camera pans out from my face to show Dana firmly planted on my lap, gyrating her hips.... holding my shoulders, her head moving from side to side as her jet black hair flows over her shoulder.... Cath gets a wicked smile on her face as I look back at the main screen.. Her eyes widen as Curtis picks up his tempo. She pushes up on her hands from Dave's lap, keeping her legs spread while Curtis readjust his hand. He's tall enough to keep a finger in her as she places a hand on his shoulder. He leans towards her and she moves her face to his and finds his lips. His hand pulls away from her pussy as he takes her in his arms... She turns into his grasp and presses her pelvis to him... She pulls back smiling... and mouthing... "soon you big stud!" She moves her hips in that hot dancing move, her bodice is dropped so that her tits are hanging out, her nipples hard. She worked her hands on Curtis's chest, sliding them up and down his muscular form....She bent forward to let her tits hang again and wiggled her ass in Dave's direction. Her right hand hooked into Curtis's belt as she moved her feet back towards Dave.. spreading her legs.. As she got close and her knees met his, Dave lifted the hem of her dress. Cath lifted the front of her dress as her ass bumped against Dav's chest.. He began to kiss and caress her ass cheeks, letting his hands rome all over her thighs, from her hose clad knees to her bare skin above her thigh-highs. The inner camera shot showed her dripping pussy lips poised above Dave's swollen cock head. I was mesmerized by what I was seeing... even with Dana riding my hardness, and taking my hands up to her now open blouse where Nancy was was pulling it off her shoulders, slowly revealing her creamy shoulders contrasted to her jet black hair. I looked beyond to see Curtis reach down and open her pussy lips... in the larger screen she steadied herself against Curtis' shoulder and the inner screen the sticky nectar slowly dripped from her lips to Dave's cock head. Ever so slowly she squatted further until her folds began to cover over his purple helmet. She moved again.. and her lips spread around.... taking the head of his cock into her hot wetness.... OHh I knew exactly what Dave was feeling... I lifted Dana from beneath her thighs to feel her pussy wrapping again around my cock head.... I looked up to see Cath's eyes closed... that OOOooo expression on her face. This is the first cock she has had besides mine... the inner screen showed her taking more of Dave.. half of his 7 inches in her.... Then amazingly... Dave thrust his full cock up... burying fully and deep into her... At that moment Dana crashed back down on my cock to the balls. Dave began a thrusting, half way and then full... Cath began to bounce to meet his thrust... Curtis leaned forward to suck on her right nipple. I could see Cath tossing her head back, mouth open, knowing she was moaning and loudly shouting "yessss" I was ecstatic to see a fantasy fulfilled and Cathy enjoying herself... my attention was redirected by Dana blocking my view and pressing her lips to mine... her tongue pressing between our lips... I sucked it deep and hard into my mouth.. she was moaning and I could feel her bouncing on my lap more aggressively... she pulled back, her breast now bare... her nipples thick, long and hard... I leaned forward and sucked her left one between my lips. Dana's moans increased as I used my legs muscles to steady us and thrust up to meet her moves.. She ground her hips onto my pelvis... hissing and shouting over the continuing throb of the music, "yesss, yesss... OOhhhh yessss" I looked up again, over her shoulder and I could see these words forming on the close up of Cath's lips on the screen... the inner picture of her gyrating fully on Dave's cock... Curtis still sucking one hard nippled tit while squeezing her other breast.... I can see the close up of her face turning red... her eyes shut hard... her mouth gapping open and I know she is ready to explode... I can almost hear the squishing sound of Dana's hot wet pussy.... my thrust increasing as I see Cath stiffen to the full stroking of Dave in her... My balls tighten and I feel squeeze and what feels like a tongue licking my balls... My grunting and straining is matching Dave as the inner picture shows his balls contracting. I can see Cath stiffening on him and Curtis now supporting her, pushing her back against Dave's chest. Dave grabs onto her breast, holding her firm on himself. Dana throws her head forward over my shoulder as I feel her pussy tightening on my cock... My balls pushing, Nancy clamping in a way that that first spurt is delayed and build pressure.... feeling it escaping through her grip and forcing my head to swell deep in Dana's wet heat.... I feel the burst explode up and out of my cock against Dana's cervix....... The inner picture shows white mixed with honey color seeping out of Cath's lips around Dave's cock, leaking onto his balls... She is shaking.. her legs lifting off the ground... Curtis grabbing her at the ankles and lifting so that she is impaled fully on Dave... while he humps his ass up to drive every last bit of his manhood into her and shoot every drop of his loaded balls filling her tight tunnel. Dana sinks forward onto me... fully relaxed against me... she grabs my ear in her lips, sucking on it... then she hisses "We've only just begun to fuck... I can't wait for you to eat me and then fuck Nancy, your other wife for this weekend.... Ohhh and how the guys are going to enjoy that hot new wife of theirs too... Do you want more? Do you want Cath to enjoy more.... She still has to pay Curtis back for that great cum she had all over his face... Wait until you see that big black cock sliding into her.... OHHhh you feel so good in my pussy... I have other holes you need to fill and so does Nancy... Yeeesssss... feel her licking our juices right now.... Ohhhh..." My imagination went into full swing with all that Dana was saying and Ohhh myyy the reality of that feeling of Nancy licking my balls and Dana's pussy lips... sucking up our mutual cum was overwhelming... Dana slowly rocked back and forth on my lap... I could feel more cum pumping out along my shaft onto my balls.... Nancy sucking and licking.... my cock still hard... Dana lifts slowly up and I feel the mixed juices warmly trickle down my shaft... and that hot tongue and lips of Nancy move up.. following the length... reaching the bulbous head as it is exposed from Dana's searing lips. Dana sits onto my thighs, my cock between us. Nancy steps up next to us and leans over.. Kissing Dana and sharing our mixed juices, they deep tongue kiss and suck on each others mouths.... They both move forward and kiss me...They turn their cheeks on mine and we see the big screen... Curtis is letting Cath's legs back down to the floor, she is red faced, her chest blushed and still heaving her tits in Dave's hands... she seems to be having multiple mini quakes as she settles her feet to the floor. The camera focusing on her tight pussy grasping Dave's cock shows the leakage of their mutual juices. She flutters her eyes open, reaching a hand out to Curtis.. He takes it and helps her lean forward.. I watch her do another first... She lowers her hand to her pussy lips... Strokes them and fingers her clit.. you can see the sparks again on her face as her eyes shut and her mouth opens...Then she ever so slowly raiser her tight tunnel upward... the expression on Dave's face is similar to that when she first sat on his cock, pleasure! Her hand reaches down and encircles his cock as she is pulling off. His cum gathering on the back of her hand. As the head of his cock is ready to pop out, she turns her hand and forms a cup.... fully pulling up and off of him, letting his cum flow out of her tunnel and into her hand. Then, she looks full into the camera that is only a few feet away... she lifts her hand to her mouth... licking and playing with Dave's cum with her tongue... Then she slurps it up... sticking her fingers in her mouth, sucking them and then licking the back of her hand... letting that pearly string trail from the tip of her tongue to the last drip at her wrist... She has a vampish satisfied look.. her eyes bright and seductive.... As the video zooms on her expression, The music dies off and her voice comes over the speakers... "Hi baby... I like my new husbands... I can't wait for more... Let's have a fucking weekend!" The room erupts in applauds and cheers. Dana licks and bites my ear again and Nancy follows up saying, "Let's get up to the rooms and really party.... I want you in me now... and Dana wants you to eat that hot pussy of hers.... OHhh Yeah sweaty... wait until you see Curtis put that thick ten inches into his new wife too..." What if What I am to you is not real. I am the forbidden. I am the unknown. I have many faces and none. Sometimes I am the cute guy at the coffee machine at work. Sometimes I am the well groomed older businessman on the train. Sometimes I am the sulky looking checkout girl in the supermarket. Sometimes I am the two builders that you see on the way to work, one older, one younger. I am inside your head when you wake. I am inside your head when you go to sleep. I am there when you masturbate. I am even there when you have sex. Sometimes it's unintentional. Merely a fleeting thought. Sometimes it isn't. When you keep your eyes closed more than normal. When you keep your hands off his body. When he has you from behind. Except sometimes it's not him. Because sometimes it's me. Me that is in your head. Me that turns you on like a light bulb. Me that is in your body. Me that is fucking you hard on your knees. Me that makes you come over and over. I am a fantasy. Yet what I am to you is sometimes what you need. ~ You could be anyone. Married or single. An executive or a school teacher. You could be somebodies secretary or a student or a stay at home mother of three. I don't care. It doesn't matter. The outcome will still be the same. What's more, you know it. Know that in a minute I will undress you. That when I do I will find you wet and ready for me. The thrill of the situation too much. But at the moment you are playing it cool. Trying to remain calm. Trying to control the fluttering of your pulse. Trying to remain still even though you are so on edge that you wonder how you are able to sit at all. Watching the conflicting emotions on your face turns me on. Makes me hard. How many women out there have had this same particular fantasy? How many have actually fulfilled it? I haven't even asked your name, nor have I volunteered my own. The hotel suite is extravagant. High ceilinged and cavernous. A Parisien inspired courtesans boudoir. All oil paintings, glass chandeliers and feather trimmed lamps. The focal point the giant four poster bed on which you sit. The air is rich with the history of the place. It permeates everything. From the leather of the chaise longue to the heavy velvet of the curtains. The scenes that must have played out in this very room. The scandalous courtesan entertaining her infamous clients. The highest members of society. Perhaps even royalty? My own breathing comes a little shallow now, sensing it is nearly time. Nearly, but not quite yet. At the moment we are both just savouring the moment. The anticipation of what is to come. There is very little that I could find more exciting than the look in your eyes as you sit, fully clothed on that bed. That intoxicating combination of trepidation and excitement. I wonder if you are aware of your own appearance. How huge your eyes look. How flushed your face is. The way it spreads down your throat to your chest. Drawing my eye to where it disappears beneath your clothes. You are not the first. Far from it. There have been many. Hundreds. Thousands. More? I do not keep count. Yet each one has been special. Unique. I am not arrogant but I am accustomed to getting what I want. Sometimes I meet them on trains, in bars or in offices. In coffee shops or supermarkets. There are no rules. But I have come to recognise a certain type of woman and I am not without skill. I can hold a conversation. I know when to push and when to back off. Sometimes I am charming, sometimes I am flirty. Sometimes I am bold and brash and sometimes I am fickle and impulsive. But there always comes that point. There was once a girl whose hair became caught in her coat as I was holding it up for her to put on. I knew from the moment my fingertips touched the back of her neck as I freed her hair. There was once a girl in a library that I teased mercilessly about her spectacles. Another whose paper I borrowed on a train. Sometimes it is a brush of fingertips as you open a door. A hand on your waist or a fleeting moment of eye contact across a meeting room. But when it happens you know. When it happens. On some level at least, you both know. What if you were to follow that instinct? Instead of blushing self consciously and moving on with your day. Instead of giving that little half smile and averting your eyes. Instead of finding yourself replaying the incident in your head that night as you lay in bed. Your fingers creeping down between your legs. Vaguely shocked at your own arousal. What would happen if you were curious enough, or excited enough, or adventurous enough to follow that instinct and convention be damned? Maybe you would end up here. With me. On a strange bed. In a strange hotel room. With a man you don't know. ~ You are watching me now. Your eyes wide and expectant. You open your mouth as though you are about to speak but I hold up my hand as if to say it's ok, or don't move, or trust me. I move slowly toward you. You inhale a litle but don't move. The muscles in your neck roll up slightly as I lean in. It's so much simpler this way. Primal. Carnal. You will not see me again. We do not need to make small talk. It is not about mutual respect or emotional connection or sexual equality or what other people will think. We don't need to do dinner or drinks. You let out a soft moan as finally, we kiss. It takes all of my willpower not to just slam you down on the bed there and then and have you hard and fast. Your skirt up around your hips. You are so fucking sexy. Even though we have done nothing more than kiss I am almost overcome with lust. But I have more willpower than that. I can sense your need for me to take charge. To take you. Our kissing becomes rougher, your tongue in my mouth. I bring my hand up, tangling it in your hair. Your arms now around my neck. I tug your head back hard, making you gasp as my mouth goes now to your jaw, your neck. I kiss my way down, then slowly back up to your ear. My free hand goes to your breast, squeezing. Seeking a stiff nipple through your clothes, finding it. You moan as I pinch, hard and I growl into your ear at the sound. Your own hands are busy as well. Dragging my shirt from the waistband of my trousers. Fiddling with the top few buttons. I break away briefly, allowing you to yank it up and over my head. Your hands instantly going to the strong, solid muscles of my shoulders. I wrap both arms around your waist. Push you roughly back on to the bed, my leg between yours as we continue to kiss. My hand roaming beneath your blouse now onto your bare stomach. You bring your hands up to my chest, pushing lightly against me and I pull back fleetingly. You look like you are going to ask me to slow down or stop but your body and eyes tell a different story. You want it. No, need it. Can't stop thinking about it. You want me to take charge. To be fucked and fucked well. I pull away. Tell you to hold your legs back and apart. I tease you. Stroking your skin. My hot breath against your flesh. Close enough that it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You do not need to have any inhibitions here. You can say or do anything you like and I will not judge you. Every inch of your skin feels hypersensitive. Every touch of my fingertips makes you want to moan. In your head you are begging for me to fuck you. Please, Please, Please, Please. I will make you say it. Please. I will make you beg. Whimper. Moan. Scream. I will make you come. Over and Over. Until your legs are quivering and your stomach muscles are aching. I will fuck you until you are begging me to come inside you. You can do whatever you want. Talk dirty. Ask me to take you from behind. Talk about another woman. Another man. Someone watching. Anything. But right now I have to have you. I practically rip your clothes off in my need. You lay back, naked. Chest heaving, heart pounding. I straighten. Remove the last of my own clothing. Kiss you again as my hand moves down your body, across your breasts. Teasing one hardened nipple briefly with the tip of a finger. Without warning I grab both your wrists. Drag your arms up above your head and pin you to the bed with my weight. I use my knees to pry your legs apart so that you can feel the press of my hard cock against you. You struggle against me briefly. Enough to show some token resistance but not enough to make me think you want me to stop. I pause. Move into position. You feel like silk, so wet and open. The tip of my cock strokes briefly against your clit, making you gasp. Sexy little bitch. I don't tease for long. With a quick, deep, sudden thrust I enter you fully. You moan as you stretch around me, muscles squeezing around my shaft. You bring your legs up and wrap them around my waist as I begin to fuck you deep and hard. Your arms still pinned above your head. You want me deeper. Want to show me how much you love it. How crazy it makes you. How much it turns you on. I give you what you crave. Without you asking or saying a word. On your back. My body on top of you. So deep inside. Stretching you out. I love fucking you. Love that you are so wet and excited. Love the way you feel, all hot and tight and slippery. Above all, I fucking love the noises you make as I ram you. So sexy. They make me want to come inside you. To fill your hot little cunt. You grab at me as your orgasm draws close. I push your legs back over your head. Deeper. Harder. Pounding into you until you can contain yourself no longer. When you come, you come hard. Wave after wave engulfing you. Setting me off too. Pushing my face into your hair, mouth open, lips parted and pressed against your neck. I come for a long time. Shuddering against you as if my whole body is emptying itself into yours. Finally we both calm a little and I release your legs. You can feel me still moving a little inside you. Still hard. Not done yet. You look up at me then, your skin flushed, pupils dilated. It's going to be yet another long night. What if... 1 The firelight danced on the ceiling as she listened to her husband talk about a hike he'd taken earlier in the day. He spoke in low, hushed tones as to not wake their kids sleeping in the beds across from them. It had been a fun day camping with friends in the remote hills, hiking, and passing bottles of booze around the campfire like a bunch of hobos. She laid her cheek against her husband's chest and rested in the comfort of him while he spoke. This was her favorite place to be. Not the cabin or the wilderness but right there on his shoulder, listening to the low rumble of his voice through his chest, feeling his warmth against her cheek, and breathing in his scent. It was Home. She wrapped her leg around the top of his, curling into him for more heat. His arm completed the movement by wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her near. These were some of her favorite times, talking and laughing quietly. Just being a little silly and intimate at the same time. While they talked they touched, enjoying the feel of each others skin; answering a glide of fingertips on his rib cage with a hand cupped around her hip. She had tilted her chin up to catch his lips in a soft kiss when there was a gentle knock at the door of the cabin. She and her husband both froze momentarily at the sound. Then, they both looked to the door as it opened a crack and their friend's face peered in at them. "Hey," he said softly in to the dimly lit room. The fire's glow illuminated his face just enough to see him as he stepped inside the door. "You guys still up?" "Hey man, yeah. We're up. Did you get everyone to bed okay? We weren't expecting you but glad you came back up," her husband whispered back as he absent-mindedly drew circles with his fingers on her back. They had recently invited their life long friend to their marriage bed, against their better judgment. To their delight and surprise their friend had accepted. They had enjoyed only a few brief trysts so far, some as a threesome and some with just her and their friend-turned-lover. "Everyone's asleep," he said, "I thought maybe you guys might still be by the fire." Her heart was racing and her eyes wide. She looked between her husband and her sometimes-lover and anxiously waited to see what would play out. Her husband replied, "We were until just a bit ago. We were still talking, and stuff. We weren't sleeping yet." There was a heartbeat of time where what wasn't said lingered palpably in the air between them. Each of them feeling both hope and trepidation at the same time but for different reasons. They each had their own list of benefits and risks in their new situation. They each had something to lose. A smile crept across the visitor's face as a thought dared to be spoken aloud. After only a moment's hesitation, her husband answered that smile with one of his own. Her mind raced, Could what's about to happen really happen?, she thought. "I thought I might take a walk with your wife if it's okay with you, and her, of course." Her husband's hand stopped the circles on her back and pressed his hand flat to her back when he looked at her, searching, "Yeah, looks like that won't be a problem at all, man." He smiled at her. She wondered what he saw. Her eyes large and overly bright? Could he sense her excitement and arousal? He cupped her cheek in his palm and pressed his lips to hers, capturing for a moment her bottom lip before letting her go. "Have fun," he whispered only to her, his smile mischievous, and pressed her little red silk case into her palm. Her mouth fell open on a small gasp before the corner of her mouth turned up. "I'll be back to you soon," she kissed him quick on the lips. "I love you." Her pajamas were not her typical come-hither-sailor jammies. She was camping after all. She became slightly more aware of her pink striped flannel pajama bottoms as she walked across the room. Grateful that she wore a bust-flattering lace cami to distract from the flannel, she decided to let it go. Her friend held the door for her and they stepped without a word out in to the dark night.   2 Glancing back at the door, behind which her husband sat, she fought to calm her heart. She turned to her friend, "Hey." "Hey," he countered and they both giggled. "Would 'oh my fucking god' be appropriate here?" she blurted, giggling nervously again. "Yeah, I think it would," he smiled again and took her hand. She looked at their clasped hands between them and took a deep breath before he spoke again. "Will you walk with me?" She nodded and they began walking up the hill. It took them past the fire pit they'd all sat at earlier. It still glowed orange with hot coals. As they continued on the air grew cooler away from the fire but not so much as to make it cold. The moon was bright and lit a silver path up the hill and around tree trunks that stood like black pillars lining their path. Neither spoke until they felt they were far enough away that everyone was out of earshot. "I've been thinking about you all day. This is probably really a stupid thing to be doing with all these people here," he said. "Probably. Doesn't seem to be stopping us though," she said. She worried the silk of the little case between her thumb and finger. "No. I guess not." Their footsteps fell in sync as they continued to climb up, passing the water tank and zigzagging around pines and Manzanita. But soon it opened into a small clearing and in the middle of the clearing sat a blanket and a bottle of wine. She gasped, "You've already been up here! Wow. Cool," she smiled as she walked the rest of the way to the blanket. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist tucking his face into her neck. Inhaling her scent, he trailed kisses down her shoulder and delighted in the chills she got at his touch. "Come here," he said low and right at her ear so that she felt his warm breath on her skin. She shivered again and turned in his arms to face him. He picked up her hand placing it at the front of his shirt, flashing a crooked smile. His heart raced in his chest. "Mine, too," she laughed. Time was short, he knew. If he were gone too long someone would notice and maybe even come looking for him. He wanted to taste and savor her, to contemplate each body part, to explore her leisurely but that would be a luxury for another time. He covered her mouth, absorbing her answering moan. And with knees intertwined he lowered her to the blanket, her hair fanning out around her head. Kneeling above her, his eyes roved over her body. The mounds of her breasts fell outward under her camisole perfectly framed by a line of inky showdown. Her nipples stood to attention in the cool air and begged to be caressed. Her breaths came in quiet huffs, and she watched him looking at her. She felt beautiful, powerful, seeing how he desired her. She raised her hand to his cheek. He hovered above her, his knee tucked firmly between her legs, and he traced the outline of her with his fingertip. When his finger found the edge of her pajama bottoms he hooked his thumbs neatly under the hem and slid them past her hips. She rocked left and right to assist. Once removed, he rolled them neatly and placed them under her head, his eyes fixed to hers. He laid a hand flat to her belly as he lowered himself to kiss her. She licked and sucked at his lip before he continued his decent to her neck and collarbone. Then he cupped his lips around her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and she arched in to him. But he continued his path down. He bunched her top up under her breasts and kissed down the center of her bare stomach and then licked each hip with the flat of his tongue, his arms reaching up around her thighs, securing her. Eyes heavily lidded, she watched him lick and suck his way across her body to her center. At once he pushed two long fingers into her hot core and sucked her clit. She cried out and partially rolled to the side at the intensity. He reached up with his free hand and gently covered her mouth. A reminder that sounds travelled well in the cool valley. But he continued his licking and plunging, and she writhed, trying to stay silent but losing that battle. Heat flared in her abdomen and spread as her climax built. Then, with a subtle twist of his fingers within her she broke and came. Her muscles clenched rhythmically on his hand and her stifled murmurs became groans punctuating the night air. He laughed to himself, while he shushed her quietly and more forcefully covered her mouth with his hand. With the other he slowly worked the tender spot inside her until her body relaxed again and she seemed to melt back in to the blanket. But he was not done with her yet. While she still caught her breath he reached over her right shoulder where the little silk pouch had landed. In one smooth movement his hand emerged with a condom between the tips of his first and second fingers. Deftly he tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down his firm length. He replaced the wrapper in the pouch as not to leave evidence. Then covered her body with his own and slid his cock hot and deep into her still quivering flesh. He covered her gasp with his mouth, kissing her deeply. She could make all the noise she wanted now and he would swallow every sound. He pushed in to her, relishing the heat and slickness of her already worked pussy. He pushed deeper and let out his own low, soft moan. Her legs wrapped around his hips in encouragement and he picked up the pace. The slapping of his hips against her thighs was incredibly arousing but also very unmistakably the sound of fucking and he decided to back off a little. Curled into her body, his arms holding her to him as he worked, he felt his release coming. Her moans became soft, encouraging grunts at his ear. With her breasts pressed tightly to his chest and his dick buried in her scorching center, he came. She felt his body still, and hold her rigid and tight to his torso. Then, the hot pulsing deep within her that could be nothing else but his eruption of come inside her. Fuck, she loved that feeling. He collapsed into her, breathing heavy into her neck. "You are fucking amazing," he confided. She giggled, "You're not so bad yourself." "Do you think anyone heard us, well, really, you?" He smirked. Eyes big, she began to ramble, "Oh my gosh! Do you think I was too loud? I was really trying not to make too much noise but I forget and it's really hard not to. And it's so quiet out here..." "Shh. Shh," he was laughing again. "You were fine. I think everyone is either asleep or knew we were up here." He was referring to her husband only, he hoped. "We should get back." While she dressed he gathered the blanket and the unopened wine, and they walked slowly back to the cabin. The moon had moved farther across the sky causing the shadows to be darker and deeper. It was harder to see where they were stepping. They stopped short of the cabin by 10 yards. Standing in shadow he cupped her face in his hand and kissed her softly on the lips and neck. "You smell so good. I'll fall asleep with the smell and taste of you in my head." He stood straight and looked at her, "Are you okay?" She smiled, "Yes, very much so. I'm a little nervous to head back in but I know I don't need to be." She glanced down the hill toward his trailer, and his family, and tried not to allow the guilt eat at her. "Be careful heading down there. The paths are harder to see now." Smiling again, she stretched up to kiss him once more. "Goodnight."   3 The front door of the cabin often stuck a little and required some brute force to get it to open. She applied just enough to do the job endeavoring to avoid the "thunggg!" of the metal-sided cabin when it finally released. With some success (at least the kids didn't wake up) she entered the warm cabin. The firelight still danced orange on the ceiling. Her husband sat watching the fire from the couch. He stood when she came in the room and wrapped her up in his arms. Safe. Loved. Home. She thought to herself. "Well?" He whispered by way of starting. "How was your walk?" He was smiling at her now. A knowing smile and slightly teasing. "The walk was nice," she whispered back, returning his mischievous smile. "The moon is gorgeous tonight and the air is cool and fresh. The fire pit finally died out." He kissed her gently on the lips, "Quit teasing, I want to know what happened. Did you make him come? I know that you did..." he goaded. "What do you mean that you know I did?" she said defensively. Still smiling his Cheshire grin he said, "Because I heard you..." At her startled look he added, "I sat on the steps outside awhile. Anyone inside or farther away would not have heard. It's okay." "Fuck. You scared me. I tried. I really did try to stay quiet." "How do you feel?" he asked honestly. "I'm still trembling, but I feel good." "I can feel you still trembling. Did it feel good to have his cock inside you again?" he whispered right into her ear. "To have a dick in you that was not your husband's?" She couldn't believe what his words could do to her. She felt her low belly flare and heat again. Hadn't it only been a half hour since she had an orgasm? Her husband knew exactly what he was doing to her so he continued. His hands slid down her waist and into the flannel pajamas, cupping her ass. She thrilled at his warm hands on her cool skin. "Did he put his fingers inside you?" he whispered dangerously. She knew is was just for effect and her pussy clenched in anticipation and the heat of her arousal spread farther, flushing her skin out to her shoulders. "Did he put his mouth on your clit?" "Yes," was all she managed. "Did you come when he ate you out...or when he fucked you?" His words stoked her fire and her knees became weak. He held her, not letting her get away from him. He held her and kept speaking into her ear, "I think you probably came for him both times. Is that right?" She was not capable of words anymore and he knew it. He did not expect a verbal answer but was highly interested in her physical one. She had practically melted into him, her skin was hot, and her breaths were fast and shallow. He had her right where he wanted her. He continued, "You know, a good husband wouldn't let his gorgeous wife fuck another man. A good husband wouldn't enjoy knowing that his best friend had been nailing his wife just 30 minutes ago. So why is it I have a rock hard boner at the thought of sliding into your wet pussy? Wet, because you've been with another man?" He knew damn well that she was wet all over again because of him but the dirty talk made them both fucking turned on so he kept it up. "Do you want me to fuck you, too, Baby?" he asked sweetly. "Do you want my dick inside you, too?" "Ahh, yes. Yes, I need you inside me. I want to feel you." Her reply came out desperate and breathy. He bent his wife over the table and slid her pajama bottoms down to the top of her thighs. Positioning his throbbing cock at her entrance and wrapping both hands around her hips he pushed, slowly, savoring the silky swollen flesh inch by inch. She moaned. Their kids were sleeping just on the other side of a flimsy wall and if they really got going the whole cabin would rock. So this fucking was going to be slow and agonizingly intense. He tangled his right fist in her hair and gently pulled her head back making her back arch. With his left hand he cupped her neck and jaw, and pushed his finger into her mouth. She clamped her lips around it and sucked softly. This will keep you quieter, he thought. And he began to gently rock his hips, pulling his entire length from her and then slowly... sliding... back... in. He continued this discipline, muffling his wife's moans and keeping her (and the cabin) virtually immobile. In, then out, in, then out. Maddeningly slow, until he felt her body tense and her pussy grab at him. A few more strokes. She began to make desperate whimpering noises. One more long slide in and he held there, large and throbbing inside her, and she came, hard. He kept her head pulled back with her back arched and firmed his grip on her neck. She couldn't move or really make noise to ease the intensity of her orgasm. She just had to ride it while he held her. And when her quivering lessened he released her, grabbed her at the hips again, gave two hard and fast thrusts, and came also. Pumping and filling her with his load.   4 Cleaned up and tucked back in to bed she found her place on his chest again. Satisfied, wrung out, and deliriously happy she gave in to her heavy lids. "I love you." "I love you ,too," her husband whispered back and kissed the top of her head. And his breathing fell instantly into that pattern that could only mean sleep. How does he do that? she marveled before letting sleep finally claim her also. What If WHAT IF, the One You Love Isn't the One for You? My wife and I married young, by today's standards. Her first job had been teaching 8th graders, and she hated it almost from the start, but tried to keep a good face on it. Maybe it would get better. By year three, she disliked the school, the kids and the administration, and the dislike was reciprocated. We spent endless nights talking until she accepted that teaching wasn't for her. For her, there was no competition, no excitement, and doing a good job brought no accolades, other than the satisfaction of a job well done. The older teachers said it was impossible to replace their salary anywhere else, but they had worthless (to the rest of the world) Masters plus 30 credits towards a PHD in teaching, so they were trapped. Beginning teachers don't make all that much money, so it was relatively easy for her to find a comparable paying job. She ended up as a claims adjuster for a big insurance company. She understood this was a job where results mattered, and success was public and praised, and failure got you booted out the door. They trained her in the basics, but she went way beyond that, studied like hell everything else she could find, as she was serious about her career. She worked in the regional office of a big insurance company; you've seen their TV commercials, with about fifty people in her office. In a small office like that, it's very clubby, and since they tended to hire young, bright people, she had lots of colleagues much like herself, which she liked. When she was a teacher, nearly all the adults were twenty or more years older than her; here she's one of the group. They did a lot of team building, going out to lunch as a group about every other week, Occasionally a few drinks at a bar on the way home, and one rah, rah overnight sales meeting (with spouses) once a year. I go to most of the social event, the Christmas party, summer picnic, and occasional house parties and I've noticed a fair turnover. If you managed to hang in for 6-9 months, you would probably be there for 5 years or more, but very few were ten year veterans. The work was evaluating and paying off claims, about 95% were small claims, and 5% large ones. Most of the business involved giving overly generous payouts on small claims, it was pretty simple work and this area didn't pay well. However, once you learned the business and if you had the talent, you could move up and make big money on the large claims. The company fought hard to avoid these payouts, if you denied the claim entirely, or offered only partial reimbursement, and the company didn't get sued, you got a bonus. The principle was, lots of people submit small claims, but the cost to pay the small clams was modest. By somewhat over paying and not quibbling it built the perception that the company was easy to deal with, good about paying claims and all. Of course it didn't hit the bottom line too hard because something like 95% of all claims only amounted to 10-15% of the total payout. Obviously 5% of the claims were 85% of the payout. On the bigger clams, the big boss, Ivar Lund scanned the contracts and came up with a worst case payout, which was their potential liability. Big claims were stuff like your house burning down, or somebody was maimed in an accident. On these claims they worked hard to pay as little as they could as opposed to what they contractually owed. The agents were paid a bonus based on how little they could settle the claim for, with a claw back if the policy holder sued them. It was a tribute to Karen's mastery of the business that after six months on the job, Karen was given her first "Big Claim" and got a $3,000 bonus. She didn't get a lot of them, maybe one every month or two, but soon she was rolling in cash because of her track record, they were giving her some of the really big claims. It was like snorting Cocaine for Karen. She loved her job, she had the lowest pay out rate in the office as well as the lowest incidence of pre lawsuit letters from lawyers in her office, and second lowest in the Eastern United States. Apparently she had a knack for screwing people out of what was due them, and having them thank her for it. A dirty business, to my way of thinking, but she argued that like everything else in life, you get what you can negotiate. Still, she liked her coworkers, and her job, liked traveling to the yearly sales meetings in nice hotels; and...for my part, living with a happy woman is better than sharing life with a miserable one, I know, I've done both. While we wanted children in a few years, we were in candy land, money, youth, no house, no kids, and interesting things to do. With money to go on vacation! We had options besides seeing the folks back home, or going camping. The two of us were looking at the Caribbean islands, what you think of this one, that one. Karen mentioned Martinique, in the French West Indies. It sounded good to me, the French part should insure that the food would be good, and beach, sun, and sand are the same everywhere. Karen was excited, "On a lot of their beaches, you can wear as much or as little as you please. I think it would be neat to run around topless, or even naked. I mean skinny dipping feels really great doesn't it? That wouldn't bother you, would it?" "Well, no...I mean after I got use to it, I suppose I could look at naked women and not get a hard on. I imagine it's like seeing people anywhere, only without clothes." "Duh! I bet you this, Chris; I'll bet you there will be a lot of people that we'd wish had kept their clothes on!" we both laughed at that one, "One of the women and her husband, at work, they go to swinger parties, and was saying that open ones, you know, the public ones attract some really awful looking people. She says the ones they go to, the people invited are pre-selected." "That's wife swapping and group sex, isn't it?" she shrugged "Well, I certainly use to spend a hell of a lot of time pre-selecting who I would try to fuck, so I don't think I would farm out the job to somebody else. How the hell do they determine who's invited and who isn't?" "You have to be personally recommended by both a husband and a wife, and submit a picture. Also no singles or dates, everybody has to attend with their spouse." "Group sex?" "I gather you're not good with that, but I think you do whatever you want. Certainly you can say no to anyone, or they to you. I mean it's not like I've ever been to one." "So it's a beauty contest. Do they have to submit a doctor's report that they have no STD's? Even with condoms, especially in group sex, I imagine you could pick up any number of diseases. Sounds like a recipe for a disease epidemic." "I agree, it sounds risky. That's why I told her we weren't interested right now." Gosh, what women got to talking about! "Jeez, Karen, she was recruiting us?" Karen laughed, "Oh look at you! Well she never met you, so I suppose she assumed if you were good enough for me, you would be good enough for them. Sure, how else to you suppose they find new members?" We ended up going to Martinique, and it was even better than I imagined. On day one, Karen was turned on by going topless while sunning herself and then embarrassed as she skittered with tits jiggling to the water, where she mostly stayed with her tits underwater. We managed to avoid sunburn, and had great sex during our lunch time break from the sunshine. That night we had a grand supper in a small restaurant, neither of us wearing any underwear. Followed by more sex. We both bought wraparound sun glasses so we could look without being obvious, plus the sun was really bright. On day two, being an old hand showing her tits to the world, she got up the courage to walk topless with me along the waters edge for a mile or more another big turn on, and she saw the very wide range of body types on display, she realized that for all the 'imperfections' she fretted about on her own body, she was surly in the top 10% of females, and thereafter was completely relaxed, not even wearing clothes in our room. By then seeing people as god made them (and occasionally with help from cosmetic surgeons) became quite ordinary, and I too enjoyed the freedom of it. It's nice to fee the ocean breeze on you balls! At supper we were chatting, Karen said with a bit of a blush, "Isn't odd how quickly going naked became ordinary. Now I don't give a second thought to going without a bra in a nice restaurant." I smiled, pointedly looking at her chest, "Well I certainly notice and appreciate the nipple pokes and the swaying. You're confusing naked with nude, though." She looked puzzled, "Aren't they much the same?" "Malachi McCourt gave a definition once. He stepped into a bar for a quick shot, and the bartender said "You have to hang up your coat to be served." "I'm just here for a quick drink. I'll be gone in one minute." "No exceptions mister. Hang up the coat." "Malachy was pissed and left without another word, went home, cut the legs off of an old pair of trousers, took his pants and underpants off, and tied the trouser legs above the calf. Coat on, back to the bar. The bartender eyed him warily, and silently pointed to the coat rack across the room. "I'll hang my coat up as you require, but before I do, are there any other rules I have to comply with before I can get a drink?" "Just hang the coat up." He did and to his surprise the bartender kept a neutral face as Malachy strolled across the room to the bar, but just as he reached it the barman vaulted over the bar, put him in a hammer lock and gave him the bums rush onto the street. Malachy observed that in the bar, he was nude, but in the street he was naked." "Oh that's funny, he's right though, there is a difference! Do you think it really happened?" "Who knows? For a story to be interesting, it usually needs to be embellished. Truth isn't so entertaining." "Well I like being nude in public." "You liked being naked too, didn't you. That first day, you were excited as hell." She got a guilty smile, "I was, but I was relaxed today. Maybe the naughtiness is gone. Do you think less of me?" "Why would I think less of you? Seems normal to me, after all, clothing is really fashion. When it gets sexual, like if you were naked serving a bunch of guys in a bar, or at a bachelor party, maybe I'd have a problem with it. But certainly not here. "Chris, it's not normal to walk around in public with no clothing on." I shrugged, "Well, it's normal here, and I myself have no problem being without clothes. Never have, so I guess I assumed you'd feel the same, which it seems to me you do." "So we saw what, two couples fucking? As we were walking around the beach. Would you be reluctant to do that? I mean putting aside that it's in poor taste even here." I had to think a moment. "Hmmm. Would I do that in front of an audience, or the risk of an audience? That's what you're asking? I guess it would be OK as long as I was sure the watchers would not try to join in. How about you?" "God no, Chris! I don't want pictures of me to show up on the internet like that, and in public, I'd be afraid a couple of guys would be walking by, and join in. Maybe in a safe environment, but sure in hell not here! It does stir my libido, though. We can do it on the balcony tonight! Sometime would you like to share a room with another couple?" "Well, maybe for a short while. What if they were weird, or going at it like kabuki actors and we're dying trying to hold back laughter. How do we get out of there graciously?" "Well, suppose it was casual, and you felt comfortable with them?" "Hmmh! I suppose, as long as they don't join us...I'd want, you know, this is our bed, that's your bed kind of thing. Or I'd be irritated they distracted us, like we're still going at it, and they start arguing about politics or watching a game show on the TV." She seemed a bit guarded when she asked, "Well, would you like to screw another woman, would it bother you to see another guy with me?" "That's something else all together, isn't it, and I think you know the answer before you ask the question. Well, of course there are inherent risks in opening up our marriage. From the sex standpoint, the sex would either be poor, about the same as we enjoy, or better than we have. If it was lousy sex, then I would regret doing it, and likewise, if it was the same as in our bed, I'd be disappointed, 'cause we took a bunch of risks for our marriage for nothing. "Worse yet if it were better, we would be disappointed with our love life, and perhaps prefer sex with somebody else to sex with each other, and you know, maybe nobody can compete with the excitement of sex with a new person? Another thing, if you enjoyed sex a lot more with others than with me, every time we made love, I'd wonder if you were wishing it was someone else, and what they did, that I didn't do. And if you can screw some guy once with my blessing, it becomes easier to screw him other times and not tell me. Frankly I don't see a good outcome to swinging, do you?" "Well, you put it in such stark, negative, black and white terms. Suppose it was nice, but different. I mean, are pork chops better than chicken? We enjoy some variety at the table, why not the bedroom? I don't see the problem, You love me, I love you..." "And fucking another we will never rue!" I got an annoyed glance. "Don't be silly, Chris, you swing with strangers. You rarely see them and then only at these parties they go to, if indeed they subsequently attend when we do. Plus you're not allowed to see them outside of these parties, so you can't fall in love." "It sounds like hard drugs. The upside is euphoria, the down side is ruin." "I gather that as negative as you are, you're not interested." "I'm not. We took a vow to forsake all others, and if we don't want to keep it, let's legally split up and go back to non exclusive dating." She shuddered, "Calm down, love, this is just talk. I have no intention of replacing you, we're just talking, bullshitting you and I." I must say it was the most erotic vacation I have ever had. To be sure, relatively few other tourists spoke English, or maybe they didn't want to speak English, so we were somewhat hard up for company. We did meet another couple from Quebec, went clubbing with them, had a good time. Gaston and Beatrice (pronounced B'trēce). We danced with them as a couple, and with them as individuals. Breasts were quivering in blouses, nipples and yes, cocks hard and poking. Hands began wandering. The four of us were outside having a rest and a beer. Gaston asked me, "So is it fun to tease a little bit, touch the women here and there?" "It is, sort of like playing with fire though. Dancing at this club, reminds me of the story of Pat O'Neil at confession." "What would that be? This is a joke?" I nodded, "Patrick was in confession: "Well Father, nothing to tell you about this week, Oh! That bit with me and Mary O Riley, but she'll have told you about it already, and nothing happened, anyway." "Pat, I'm not here to discuss what Mary O Riley said, what did you do?" "Well Bridget and I were down to the pub with the O Riley's the other night, and Mary and I're smokers and had to go outside, like you do these days. Before we knew it, we was kissing one another, hands roamin' all over, but thanks be to god, we come to our senses, it was a dumb thing to do and we're agreed we're not going to do it again." "Pat, did your hands touch the nasty bits, even for a moment?" "I did say all over, now didn't I Father, but nothin' went inside, if you get my meaning. So nothin' happened!" "Adultery's what happened that night, Pat!" "Nay, Father, you miss took my meaning, not being familiar with these things, what I'm saying is the hands were on top of the clothing!" "'Tis adultery you'll do pertinence for!" A month later, leaving church, Bridget gave Pat some coins to put in the poor box, and Pat palmed the coins. The priest spotted it and wagged his finger as he said: "I saw what ye did Patrick, and what's worse for your immortal sole, so did the Lord and he is not pleased!" "But father, Don't I have it from your very own lips, that to the Lord, putting your hand on something is the self same thing as putting something inside of it" Gaston and Beatrice had a good laugh, of course Karen hear it all before, so was not particularly amused. "So Gaston, I'm like Pat, I'm OK with hands on top of the clothing and only when we're all in the group." Karen and Gaston had license now. He had his hands on the cheeks of her ass, as they ground their crotches on each other's leg. When the dance was over, I realized he had been spreading those cheeks, because Karen's dress was now nipped in the crack of her ass. Beatrice and I were a little more reserved, but I must admit not stone cold. For the next dance, the D.J announced it was a flash dance, where the women would flash their tits, and guys their chests. Karen and I were dancing in a group at that point, four women opposite their men. All four hiked their tops, so we were treated to the sight of one bra, and three sets of tits jiggling before us. A lot of blouses were mostly unbuttoned for the rest of that dance, and in Karen's conspicuous case, not rebuttoned at all. Gaston whipped his shirt off, and circled Karen, and wrapped it around her head. Karen was breathing hard through the shirt, smelling Gaston, and waving her tits to one and all, then rubbing them against his chest. Over top of the introduction to the next song, the DJ called out, "Now Gentlemen, show the ladies your buns!" That divided the men into three groups, those who ignored the DJ, those who showed mostly just their ass and perhaps their balls (such as me), and those who dropped trousers, and showed everything (like Gaston). Karen's cheeks were red. I didn't need to look at her hard nipples on full display, to see that she was excited as hell. Gaston hiked his pants up, but didn't zip his fly leaving his cock sticking out. A slow dance began, and I was about to nudge Gaston aside to dance with Karen to the song by Lou Rawls, Lay Lady Lay, when the DJ called out, "Gentlemen, close your eyes, its ladies choice, and gentlemen, keep your eyes shut!" Karen glared at me when I ignored the DJ, and headed over to her, she gestured for me to go with Beatrice but I ignored her, nudging Gaston aside and pulled her to me. I pushed my boner against her thigh, "You've got me hot as hot can be, and I can't take much more of this. Let's go to the room and get some relief." "I was going to dance this dance with Gaston, until you barged in. What were you thinking of? Why can't you relax and have some fun." "Karen, this is heading towards you in bed with Gaston, isn't it." "Well...you would be in bed with Beatrice! What's wrong with that? I mean, it's not as if we'll see them again, is it. All I want to do is have some fun, and you're cramping my style." Gaston tapped me on the shoulder to cut in. "Sorry, Gaston we're having a family conference, here. Maybe later." He backed off with a Gaulic shrug. "Karen, I'm not OK with swinging, you know that and I feel you keep trying to force me to go there. Maybe sometime in the very distant future, but not now. I'm really really serious. You can carry on a bit when I am with you, but this is going too far for me. You want to do this, give me your rings. Do you understand?" She got serious in an instant "I do Chris. Let's say goodbye to our friends, and go upstairs, just you and me." Karen was clearly pissed at me, and while she acquiesced to sex she pretty much did the minimum, so I did the unexpected. I rolled over and said, What If "Sorry to force myself on you, I'll leave you alone and you can go fuck yourself. It'll be more exciting for me anyway." She stormed out onto the patio crying with anger or frustration or just orneriness. I milked the one eyed snake to save my balls, furtively so as not to be seen as pathetic. Myself, I would have felt a lot better, if Karen had understood and respected my feelings about swinging and such, the first time we discussed them. Like any couple, we buried the hatchet, and enjoyed the last few days of our vacation. All in all the Island vacation was great. The food was superb, the prices not bad, and we came back with all over tans, and enjoyed ourselves. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In August, we were invited to a garden party at the home of office manager, Ivar Lund. Karen said it was really an annual company management party, as everybody going was either a senior employee, or their spouse, and it was a great compliment that we were invited. She told me with earnest intensity, "They fly people in from the main office for this!" It meant she was accepted into the 'in crowd' as an up and comer. I had to get a forty dollar haircut, and Karen bought me a nice shirt, pants and sandals. I had to admit I l looked nice in them, and for herself, she had on a summer dress, The bra had a strap that went behind the neck and the dress strap sort of rolled over it so you couldn't see the bra strap. So no cleavage but her back was bare to dimple above her ass, casual looking sandals that showed off her nicely pedicured feet. We tried on our new duds, and damn we looked good. I must say, I had to look twice to see if she had a bra on. It supported her tits, but allowed some nipple poke. Hot indeed. I later found out that she spent $400 on my "outfit", and over $1,000 on hers. We ought to look good, for crying out loud! The party was in the old suburbs, a big stone house. In the back yard the pool and garden were enclosed by a high stone wall. It was like a Hollywood set. Hidden lights shining up at old shade trees, flowers in full bloom. The affair was catered by a couple of older women putting out the appetizers, and such, a younger one mixing drinks at the bar, and one guy for the heavy work. There were already 8 or 10 couples there, and another ten showed up later, mostly 25-40 years old, our host and hostess being the oldest. I had met him before, Ivar Lund; he's a big guy in wife's company. Unfortunately I took an instant dislike to him. Perpetual tan, hair drawn back in a pony tail, lots of gold chains, a heavy drinker, and arrogant as could be. I don't think I had ever met his wife, Bunny. Not my idea of a great name, but she was a really nice person, in contrast to her husband. Average looks, but well groomed. Turns out it was her house, been in the family for several generations. She took me by the hand and showed me around the small border garden. When we got a bit away from the crowd, but still in view, she put her arm around my waist, and gave me enthusiastic little hugs to emphasize whatever it was she was bubbling about. I knew enough about plants and trees to be interested. It seemed comradely, so I put my hand in the small of her back as well. I was a little put out when she pressed her breast into my arm the second time, once is an accident, twice is not. I complemented her on the lovely house and grounds, and we ended up with drinks and eating munchies. As a good hostess should, she left me to mingle with the other guests. Karen was going from guest to guest as well, and waved me over when she caught my eye. Thereafter we strolled around together, chatting with this one and that one. A very touchy-feely crowd. With no warning there was the shrill rattle of a police whistle, a pause in the murmur of conversation, when some woman I didn't know screamed; "ADULT SWIM!" as she stripped naked in a thrice, and dove in. She was quickly followed by a guy across the pool from us who dropped pants, slipped his shirt off, and with cock flapping, dove in. To my surprise, my wife was the third one to go, yanking her dress and bra over her head in one smooth motion, dropping her thong, sprinted ran past me with a wild jump and howl into the pool. Naked bodies were going in too fast to count, a frenzy of hollering naked flesh among splashing water. I was dumbstruck, but what the hell. I carefully folded my trousers and shirt, picked up and folded Wifey's dress and underwear so it wouldn't get wet or trampled, $1400 bucks under foot otherwise, and jumped in the pool as it was too crowded at that point to dive. It was also too crowed to swim, so most of us stood around the edge talking, most of the women kept their tits under water, except at the shallow end, probably because they would then be at cocksucking level with any men standing up. Some of the couples were playing a water game we played as kids, Knights on Horseback. Here, it was women on horseback, where a woman sat on the shoulders of a guy, with her feet hooked behind his ribs while he clamped her calves under his arms, and braced her knees with his hands. The rider grappled with other riders, trying to pull the other women off. The guy can do some battle too, with feet and hip checks. I was some surprised to see our host Ivar duck under water, and my wife hop onto his shoulders. I didn't much like the idea of her cunt pressed against any part of another guy, even if it was the back of his neck and incidental to the game at hand, but she wasn't the only one. Ivar was shouldering and elbowing other guys rather hard, which I thought was at best poor taste, if not against the rules. Of course nobody told me the rules, but in mixed games, men generally don't play rough for fear of hurting women. A woman with a big bruise on their face is viewed a lot differently than a man with a bruised face. I glanced around looking for a lightweight woman; I asked lass if she wanted to join the fun. I had my own rider on my shoulders, and frankly the pussy in the neck was innocuous. We quickly moved into battle coming up behind Ivar, as I thought he was the guy to beat. He had just rammed some guy dumping both the rider and the horse, and was a bit off balance. I was able to catch Ivar's foot and trip him. He fell hard, as Karen is no light weight, and landed awkwardly on top of the guy he had just rammed with Karen landing in half on top of the pile and have in the water. I saw Karen surface, and I mouthed "OK?" got a glare and a nod, she wasn't pleased. I had to turn quickly my rider began grappling with another girl, to laughter and good natured insults, but from behind me, curses and ill will. The lass got yanked off my back before I could turn about and I as I fished her out of the water, we saw blood pouring out of Ivar's nose, as he plowed his way to the edge of the pool. There were a couple more jousts, but with blood in the water, the game was over. Innocently I asked Karen what happened. "Ivar was playing rough, and rammed Eddie, knocking him down, Eddie was standing up, just as somebody knocked Ivar down; Eddie's head met Ivar's nose and the head won. Poor Eddy." "Why poor Eddy, he's not hurt, and it wasn't his fault." "Poor Eddy, because Ivar's a bad looser, and he'll retaliate. It's going to cost Eddy." "He's a bully where I come from. Ivar's a cad, to use an old fashioned word. It's a shame he's not a real man." Karen smiled, saying, "You certainly are my real man." And she wrapped her arms around me with a kiss. It crossed my mind that I'm her real man, was there another man too? Or I'm thinking too much. I got out of the pool, Karen stayed in, and I sat dripping in a chair, frankly admiring the flesh. Well we had been nude in front of lots of strangers, before, and these people were mostly strangers to me, but they weren't strangers to each other, and that bothered me a little. They were like a band of brothers and sisters, and if this was how the behaved with their husbands and wives around, god knows what they did by themselves. Wifey was hanging on the pool, both arms in the gutter, no pun intended, with little more than her neck out of water talking to a lad. There was a lot of laughter, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Karen glance at me every so often. Two talking heads. The lad she was talking to had red hair, so I'd have no trouble remembering him. The girl who had ridden me came over and sat down and we began chatting. We were both nude. "Hi! Didn't introduce myself before, I'm Chris." She smiled, gestured to herself, "Lily Egan. Having fun?" "Well, literally I've been ridden hard and put away wet!" We had a laugh "This is the first time I've been to one of these parties, have you been here before?" "This is my third one. They're fun, but it's work related, so there's an element of work in attending. Lilly had her knees together, hiding her charms." "How so?" Just then, Karen's knees poked above the water on either side of Red, followed by her feet, locked at the ankles! She was letting him knock at heaven's doors! Right in the middle of this god damn bacchanal. "Well, you have to watch what you do, and not piss off the wrong people, you know, do the right things, say the right things, you know, watch your mouth. Like if you think George Bush is wonderful, keep it to yourself 'cause Ivar hates him. You can't really relax." "Now tell me Lily, how jumping does it get?" "Your wife didn't tell you?" I ducked the question "I'm asking you, Lily." "Well, its games like this before dinner. They slow down for a really nice meal. Bunny spares no expense. It picks up a bit after dinner, with music, dancing, sometimes Karaoke. The first one I went to they had a huge screen against that wall, and showed a short movie, well a film really. Last year some students from Curtis came in did some Opera stuff? At nine or so, there's coffee and dessert, and by ten, the big lights go out, and it really gets wild." "OK, how wild?" Unlucky Eddy joined Karen and Red, and while I couldn't see his hand, Eddy's arm extended towards Karen, and she looked down at her tit which was under water, and her mouth said Ow! And they all laughed. I just focused on Lily, when Karen glanced my way again as an older guy joined them. "My husband and I leave after coffee, so I only hear rumors, and I don't repeat rumors. Maybe I've said too much as it." We chatted a bit longer, and when she stood up, I did too, and she held out her hand, "Chris, it was nice to meet you. I appreciate a man who looks at my face when we're talking." "Lily Egan, it was a pleasure, and as for looking you in the eye, I had to. Your charms are so lovely, had I looked at them, I couldn't have carried on a coherent conversation!, and if you turned around and picked up that towel over there I'd be left speechless for the evening." Lovely Lilly left laughing. Karen was a still at the far end of the pool, and Eddy and Red were gone, she had her back to me talking to some guy, so I dove in and swam the length of the pool underwater, to surface behind my wife. I reached around, and cupped her bare tits. She squealed with delight, put her left arm over her eyes, and pushed her ass into my crotch. "Don't say anything. Quiet! Let me guess." With her other hand, she reached around, and grabbed my dick. "It's Jerry, I'd know you anywhere Jerry!" I was pissed, "Wrong fucking answer, bitch!" She and the guy she was talking to burst out laughing, and Karen, giggled as she said "Chris, I'd like you to meet Jerry Marone. He's a contractor we use who specialized in forensic fire analysis. He worked with me on the Penge Bungalow fire, you remember that one?" Jerry had a good natured smile as he stuck out his hand "Sorry Chris, it was a bad joke for her to play on you. Karen pointed you out earlier, so when I saw you dive in I told Karen you were about to join us." I can take a gentle joke, I laughed and we shook hands. "Apology accepted. I should be more trusting, all these dicks and pulchritude around here puts me on edge." "Frankly me too. That's why I'm standing in water this deep, so when Karen talks with me, her bits are submerged. If I had known what the Wife and I were getting into coming here tonight...Ah well. What I have to do to keep a customer happy." Karen Hoisted herself out of the water giving us a porn view of her ass hole and pussy lips from the rear, saying, "You're as bad as my husband, so you can keep him company. I'm going to go mingle. EaaaaH you Bastard!" As I gently poked the entrance to her vagina with a finger "Sorry, couldn't resist!' and to Jerry who was watching her scramble to her feet, said "That departure, now that was a hell of a view wasn't it! These people have no secrets from one another, they bare all. I must say tonight is the first time in my life I have seen anything like this, and I don't like what I see. How deep into this crowd do you think Karen is?" "Hard for me to say. I really like your wife. She's a clever, decent person at heart. I think this outfit is a bad choice for her. Frankly it's got a slimy business model; beat the customers out of what's owed them at all costs. I'm working on what will likely be my last job with them, because I'm coming up with a conclusion 180 degrees from what they are looking for. Your wife sees the deceit, and it's eating at her, but she's blinded by the money. If she stays with this outfit...life will be more of this kind of party, and stuff I can't imagine." We were interrupted by the call "adult swim over, diner's ready." As we waded across the pool: "Do you know the name of the red haired guy over there?" "O shit, Chris, yes I do. Lemma think. It's an odd first name Orv...Oscar, Oscar Huber! That's it, I think he's a claims adjuster. Why?" "Seemed overly familiar with Karen, that's all." "Aren't they all Chris, aren't they all." Karen and I were drying off, when Karen just slipped her dress on, nothing underneath. "Underwear, love." "Chris, I don't need them, no one else is wearing any." "Here's a choice, dear, wear all your clothing or none at all." "Jeeze, you're worse than my mother." "Thank you, Love, I take any comparison with your excellent mother as a compliment." I got fully dressed, but left an extra shirt button undone, my concession to the libertine within. They had a Canvas Canopy set up on the side lawn, a head table, two rows of three tables each, and a serving buffet. I chose seats on the outside, with the buffet behind us, and as far from the head table as I could get. Looking around, most or maybe all of the women were wearing bras, and only four or five of the men were shirtless. The food was excellent, I was impressed. We were nearly through with supper, when Karen put her fork down, leaned over to me and murmured; "I need to sit on the john for a while. Don't let them take my plate." Before she had cleared the tent, Jerry, who was sitting directly across the room, if you could call it that, caught my eye, stood up and tossed his head towards the house and signaled 1 minute, and sauntered across the lawn towards the house. I was thinking that the 'watch my plate' remark in might have been intended to anchor me here until she got back. The minute was up, I excused myself to the person to my right, followed him into the house. I was in the kitchen when Jerry came up from the caller. "Chris, about ten minutes ago, Ivar caught your wife's eye, and made the 'fingers walking' sign. She just followed him into the house, I scanned the downstairs, and they're not on this floor. I suspect no good purpose. If you're going to follow them, I'll back you up, but watch your ass." I nodded. "By watch your ass, I wouldn't trust Ivar at all, like...don't get hung up on playing fair with him?" "Right! Jerry, I'm grateful. Let's check upstairs." No need to tell him to be quiet. We stealthily crept up the stairs and had no trouble finding them, we could hear them rutting behind a closed door down the hall. It had a marble threshold, so we knew it was a bathroom. I whispered in Jerry's ear "At least six bedrooms here and they're fucking in a fucking toilet! No Class!" He made a gesture to break in the door. I signaled wait, and slowly, gently pulled on the door to take the load off the latch mechanism, and tried the knob, lifting up slightly I silently turned the knob. The idiots didn't lock the door! I slowly let it swing open, expecting a scream and a commotion. It opened into a big bathroom. An oversized tub lined the left wall, a small door in the wall opposite us was closed, I assumed it was the shittery, and on the right, a long counter with two sinks, and medicine cabinets over each sink. Wifey was sitting on the counter, slouched in the corner between the end wall and the wall by the sinks. Her legs were drawn up, with her knees high, feet dangling on either side of Ivar, as he stood, legs spread a bit to lower himself, fucking her. His balls were visible every time he pulled back. Ivar had his back three quarters to us, which also blocked her view. I was seething as I walked down the bathroom, and with out much forethought, grabbed his sack above his nuts making a ring with my thumb and two fingers, so my hand couldn't slid off, I grabbed his pony tail with my other hand and heaved up, squeezing his balls with my ring and little finger. He bellowed in pain and surprise, Picking him up by the balls, caused him to pitch forward to ease the pain, I accelerated his movement ramming his head more to the right, pivoting him half off of Karen, and slammed his face into the mirror of the medicine cabinet. Must have been made in China, I thought as the glass shattered into shards. She was galvanized by Ivar's howl, and started hysterically shrieking. I was seething, thinking this racket will be noticed outside and we'll have a crowd here in a few seconds. I began smashing Ivar's face into the crumpled cabinet door which still had some pieces of glass clinging to it, One, Two, Three bashes in the broken glass, and his face was bleeding profusely and he went limp. Karen's leg was jammed under him, she was struggling hard, but couldn't move, and her cries had morphed into soft keening. I let go of the hair, and began pounding my fist into his Kidney. I'm not a boxer, but my brother taught me the basics. It was satisfying to hear my fist slapping his flesh, no screams, just groans. I shifted up to his ribs, and by focusing on a single rib near his spine I found I could hear them crack with almost every blow. The fourth and fifth ones took two blows to crack. I was tiring. My rage spent, I let go, and he slid onto the floor, his head falling back, and making a hollow 'ponk' when it hit the tub. Karen was crouched like an obscene gargoyle on the counter, although she had drawn her legs together for protection or modesty. She has a nick or two from the glass, was hyper ventilating, and keening with every breath. Her dress was on the floor half under Ivar who was, bleeding onto it. "Come on, wife, wash your cunt and face in Bunny's bathroom, and borrow something of hers to wear." I was so totally pissed at her I could have strangled her, but now is not the time for it. She evidently was paralyzed in shock so I tossed her over my shoulder, an inglorious and none too gentle way to carry her over the glass. As I came through the hall Jerry was standing down on the stairs holding back the multitude, calling for them to let Bunny through, that Ivar had had an accident, and ordering his wife to call 911 for an ambulance. I dumped Karen on the toilet in the master bath, and headed back I had just entered the hall bathroom to see what I could do as Bunny came in right behind me. I heard her gasp at the sight, Ivar was breathing, with blood all over the place. I glanced at Bunny who turned white and about to faint. What If "Ah, Bunny. If you wish, I'll give him first aid, I know what to do, call an ambulance and then see to my wife?" She nodded, "She's in the master bath now, they were fucking in here." I wet a towel, put a bathmat over the glass and knelt down, and started to wipe the blood off or Ivar's face. It looked awful, but most of the cuts were minor, but a number were deep punctures oozing blood with bits of flesh hanging. One gash was pulsing blood, and I grabbed blindly on the counter and found what I thought was a clean cloth, and pressed it against the arterial leak and held it there. I noticed Karen's dress under the asshole. Why I bothered, I don't know, I guess it offended my sense of values, I used my free hand to half roll him off of Karen's dress, bunched it under him and then rolled him the other way until he was off the dress. I was able to grab it before he rolled back with a groan. I tossed it into the bath tub. I recalled cold water was the thing to remove blood, so I started filling the tub with cold water. I swished it around, and drained and re filled the water, from time to time, while I waited for the paramedics. Ivar was half out of it, groaning from time to time, and murmuring nonsense. I felt sorry for him, and comforted him in a calm soft voice in his ear, "You poor bastard, your nuts are ripped off, and your cock is all sliced up. If you live, you'll be a eunuch. Karen's husband did this to you, Even now, people downstairs are laughing at you. You'll remember for the rest of your life, tonight was the last time your cock worked, and you only fucked Karen, and now Karen's husband fucked you, you're a nut less asshole." Over and over again He passed out with that ringing in his bleeding ear. The sight of all that blood now got me worried; this was possibly a big time problem for me, so I supposed by rendering first aid I was collecting brownie points to keep me out of purgatory. As I'm writing this now, I don't know if I thought I would languish in hell, and not get up to purgatory, or go right to heaven and skip purgatory altogether. I thought I did a nice job on the dress, considering I was one handed. Finally two paramedics showed up and took over the pressure patch, which turned out to be my wife's underpants. Hope for his sake she didn't have a shit streak. They didn't have ask me to leave. I wrung out the dress, picked up her sandals, and went to see where the cunt was. Bunny was sitting on the bed with her, comforting arm around her. She had on a Japanese kimono, and house slippers. Looked nice, really. "Ahh, Chris, is my idiot husband going to the hospital?" "Aya! Nothing life threatening, but he'll need some stitches to minimize scaring. Maybe some cracked ribs, broken nose, and very badly bruised balls, but other than that, he'll live." "Those were some really rough stairs he fell down. Chris, thank you for taking care of him for me." She winked at the pun. "I'm sorry what he did to your wife, it's not her fault." What was this woman smoking? Not her fault my ass. "Now I have to get back to the guests. You two can come down the front stairs with me, or go down the back stairs into the kitchen, and out the side door, or just rest here. Choices, choices choices. Oh, and Chris, again, judge Karen kindly, she's a keeper, despite recent events." "I'll consider you opinion, Bunny. Quo Vadis, Sullivan?" I use her maiden name when I'm really pissed at her. "I think I can rejoin the party, through the kitchen, but we're leaving right after dessert." She slipped her own sandals on. The EMT's were taking Ivar down through the kitchen, and some guests were in the upper hall. Karen kept going when a youngish guy with a leer pulled me aside. One of the wise asses demanded, "Hey man, what's going on up here, and why'd Karen change clothes?" "Lily's husband is it?" he nodded, "Now promise not to tell anyone, and I mean no one at all?" Another nod "Ivar had a case of explosive diarrhea, shit all over the place, Tripped as he pulled his pants off, slipped on the shit and hit his head landing face first in it. That girl ahead of me, Karen's her name is it? Apparently she heard his scream. Ran upstairs, got a towel under his head, but soiled herself and her dress in the process. Bunny got her something to wear while she cleaned herself up." He was nodding; I hope it was only drink that made him look like a slobbering idiot. I figured he would start blabbing to one and all and in ten minutes it would be the accepted version of the events. I smiled, and stuck out my hand "I'm William." "Darrel hey gotta go." Frankly I liked the Kimono on Karen, better than the sun dress. Dessert was winding down; I took the cheese cake from Karen, saying with ice in my breath, "You didn't finish dinner; they took your plate away." Karen made no attempt to get it back, or get another piece, and with a shudder began going around saying her goodbyes. That woman had brass balls to put on a gushy cheery face; I have to hand it to her. She was coming back to me when Lilly came up to me and commented to Karen on the change of dress. Karen smiled and said, "Oh there was a little accident, and Bunny loaned me this one." She couldn't have supported my bullshit story better if we had planned it. We left while she was still able to keep up appearances, but when we reached the car, her lip started to tremble, and the tears began. We were about 15 minutes from home when the ocular dribbles and snuffling stopped. "Chris, I want to talk about this." "So do I, but I want to devote my full attention to it, so let's get home, let me take a hot shower, pour a couple of fingers of whisky, and talk." When we got in the door, I put her dress, and my shirt and pants into the washer with some enzyme soak. Karen was nonplussed. "Our marriage is on the rocks, and you're worried about some dress I will never wear again, not ever." I was thinking that at least her dress was something I might be able to save, but I said with a brittle voice: "Concern for one does not preclude concern for the other." She offered to join me and wash my back. I suppressed one or two bitter remarks, and said "Wait for me down stairs." She was with the look of one who has been crying. I poured her a scant two fingers of Johnny Walker, and me a full two fingers of single malt. She looked up when I set hers down besides her unconsciously avoiding touching her, "Why do you give me the cheap whiskey, while you drink the more expensive one?" "For the same reasons you paid over a grand for your outfit, and four hundred for mine, because you could appreciate the difference, and I could not." "Oh." "So talk. Tell me what happened tonight, and then perhaps we can backtrack to the beginning. What did you expect was going to happen, and how long were you preparing me for it?" "I had heard there would be nude swimming, so when you mentioned the French Indies for vacation, I mean it's a great destination, and I wanted to go, it did occur to me that a minor benefit would be me being topless which I've never really done, and maybe nudge you forward with the idea in case you got all wobbly on me. I like thought I would like nudity, and figured you would too. "Another thing I understood there would be a bit of grab ass, and I was worried you would...be a little upset with it. I was right about both, being naked never bothered you, but you never did warm up to a little feeling up of other people. So the bare ass swim, I figured you would be a bit shocked, but as nothing was going in, you would let it go. I was proud of you, that was no problem. After the swimming...I figured to take it as it came." I half wondered if she meant take Ivar's cock as it came in her, but I didn't want to disrupt the narrative with a snarky wise crack. "Tell me about Ivar and the horse and rider pool game." "Well, there's nothing to tell. The game started up, and he told me to hop on, so I did. It ended when he fell, and bashed his nose." "When did he tell you he was going to fuck you, right then in the pool, or well before that?" "Chris, he never..." "Bullshit. Maybe not in so many words, but at the point where you got out of the pool, you knew very well you two would be playing hide the Salami, now didn't you." "I suppose so. I confess I was worried about that. It was just his attitude when he told me to hop on his back, but what made you think about that?" "Two reasons, I was the one who toppled him when he bashed his nose, and I had either you or him in my sight thereafter, so he couldn't have gotten to you unless he used an intermediary, which is unlikely." "And the other reason?" "When you got dressed, and you so casually tried to skip the underwear. You weren't being sexy and showing yourself to be available for me; you were going to be naked under your dress for someone else. And you lied to me trying to cover your guilt. All the women I could see had bras on at dinner, and looking closely those walking by had underpants on as well." "Bullshit, you're reading too much into it. I simply saw no reason to get harnessed into a bra, and the thong is a bit of nothing ." "Yeah, so what exactly did he tell you, that you knew he wanted to fuck you tonight right after dinner?" "Oh, earlier, right after we arrived, he told me he wanted to see me later." "Karen, I do not want to interrogate you, but I will if you keep ducking questions, what exactly did he say?" "Chris, this must be hard for you, but in some ways, I think it's harder for me. He said I want to see you upstairs after supper, I have a bonus for you." "A real check?" "Yeah, for $18,000 but he was speaking rhetorically though, they mailed the check this morning, so I assumed he wanted bonus sex." "So every time you get a bonus check, you have to be his whore? Is that in your job description? How about as soon as he assigns you a case that has the potential for a big bonus? Does he get to have is way with you then too? At the beginning as well as the payoff?" She snuffled snot with a snort. "No, only when we're successful. He hates anybody he thinks is a looser." "Well these bonuses have been coming along for a quite a while. Shows you how trusting I was. Here all this time, I thought you were doing really good work. Hmm. Did he also reward the guys the same way?" "No, he's not bi. They have to kick back 15% of the bonus, in cash, to him." "Well, let's see what you've saved. 15% of your $18,000 bonus is about $2,700 plus the taxes we would have had to pay on the money, maybe 35% of that. In round numbers, you got paid $3,600 for fucking him in the bathroom. I bet only the best call girls in Las Vegas gets that kind of money for ten minutes of work. So from one point of view, it made good sense for you to do what you did. At least you didn't give it away. Go on." "Look I am not a whore, so stop calling me that. And you know the rest." "A rose by any other name. Your other co workers? Which of them have you fucked or sucked?" "None! Never." "So tonight was the first time Oscar banged his dick against you cunt? And the first time Bill pinched your nipples?" "That was just fooling around, nothing happened! And yes it was the first time anything like that happened." My resolve to be calm and cool collapsed. What was she thinking? "Karen, you and I have moral compasses pointing in opposite directions. I mean, what you honestly think is a nothing? I view as adulterous, whoring, slutty behavior. My idea of right and wrong is so so different from yours, I can't believe it. How can we stay married? Christ, you're fucking your Boss bareback for money! I have no idea what's gone into you cunt, to say nothing about where else his prick has been. And if you play with Oscar's dick between your legs, and right out in public like that, for all to see, who the fuck would imagine you were more chaste in private?" She was livid, "You son of a bitch! I had to do this to keep my job! You don't know what it's like to be a woman in these jobs. Until you've been there, don't judge me. It wasn't an affair, he's lousy in bed, and I neither like nor respect him. He's no threat to you." "So it would be different if you were a well paid escort? Not an affair, the John was lousy in bed, you didn't like or respect them, but you'd be fucking and sucking your customers. Whets the difference? He's your boss? And besides the...the humiliation of my wife putting out, the risk of disease, pregnancy, you think..." Her finger was wagging under my nose. "There is no string of Johns, and damn little chance of disease or pregnancy, so..." "So do you think there's just the little matter left where my dear loving wife leaves me at the dinner table where we were dining because her John wants to humiliate her by taking her from her husband, fucking her, and watching her take her squishy cunt back to him. And to make sure I would stay there dumb and happy, you tell me t sit there and not let them take your plate!" "I said that?" "You did, as you got up for the bootie call. I bet you and Ivar and half of the rest of those insurance whores wanted to see me smile like a Dufus when you came back to me, full of his cum. But other than that I shouldn't worry. And he will never give your cunt as a bonus to somebody else, will he, you're sure he won't tire of you?" "No no no. It's not like that. Look, he gives me these big jobs with a huge bonus, I do a little thing for him in return. He usually uses condoms, plus I'm on the pill, and it's not very often, maybe four times in the last six months. This is not such a big deal, and like you, I'm kind of pissed that he did this today, it's not reasonable." Jesus, she's not getting it, "You mean because today he was mixing business with pleasure? Or didn't use a condom and I might smell it? Creating unnecessary risk for you, or that you hadn't finished your supper yet?" "Don't be a wise ass Christopher. The former, you do get it." "No I don't get it. The fucking details really don't matter because your moral compass is hopelessly confused. You job is corrupt, avoiding carrying out the contracts your company entered into, and screwing the other parties to the contract, and this tsunami of shitty work has carried over into your personal life, breaking the marriage contract and screwing the other party to that contract as well." She wasn't buying it, "Ok, you feel that way? Walk the fuck out the door. Remember, I'm making a hell of a lot more money than you, no more grand vacations for you, no more linen tablecloth restaurants, dining out on my money wearing expensive cloths I bought you. You can barely afford your car payments and a cheap apartment." That was it, son of a bitch. Here I've tried not to hurt her. I admit I enjoyed us having money, but that was a boon, a nice bonus that I never expected. But sex and money were evidently a lot more important to Karen than to me. Of course I enjoyed the money, but probably I would never be as sexually...flexible as my wife, and for the first time I realized that maybe the sexual attitude of my wife was the irreconcilable difference between us. "Ah shit, Karen, let's talk again tomorrow. I'm shot. It's been a long week, and now this crapola. I'm going to bed, you can sleep somewhere else." I walked into the bedroom, stripping off my shirt; she was right behind me doing the same thing. "Don't be this way! I'm your wife and I sleep with you. Besides I'm horny." I wasn't going to respond, but I couldn't help myself. "Yeah, sorry, I forgot I interrupted you before you got your rocks off." She swung her open hand to slap me, but I caught her wrist and squeezed. She howled with the pain. "Knock the indignant shit off. I'd have to be madder at my dick than I am at you to stick in where your lover's juices still seep." I brushed my teeth while my piss rattled into the toilet, shook off my dick, spit in the sink, and got into bed. I realized I probably wouldn't sleep, so I got up and took a sleeping pill out of the jar on the bureau. I occasionally take half a pill; tonight I took a whole one and wondered if it would work. She came out of the bathroom killed the light and got into bed, snuggling up to me, no night shirt on, her foot rubbing on my calf. I was raging with fury inside, and didn't respond. "Come, I need some stroking." "Call Oscar, Ivar's probably still at the hospital." "You shit! I told you I'm just a Fleshlight for him. I fake some ooh and ahh shit, he fucks like a little energizer dog, and goes away." "So you say. Go play with yourself, think of yourself in the pool, your ankles crossed, legs wrapped around Oscar pulling him and his cock into your cunt while your husband and a bunch of others watch what's going on, and don't make any fucking noise or shake the fucking bed." Exasperated with me, she rolled over and I don't know what she did after that, to my surprise I fell asleep. I was up early, she was sleeping soundly, and I noted at some point she got up to put a tee shirt on. I left her sleeping and walked into town for breakfast. It gave me time to think. It was plausible that her relation to Ivar was what she said it was. But of course what she said might nothing but bullshit, who the fuck knows? She's usually pretty straight, I just don't know. She's strong willed, and I like that in her, I'm no wus, but I want a woman who's my equal there. I suppose I could eventually get by the cheating. Sex with her is great, her companionship is wonderful. But it will be a long long time before I would really trust her. And it's also true that sexually she's a lot more multi culty than just about anybody I know. That swinging stuff, for example, lot of steady pressure for that from her, and it's not clear to me if group sex isn't included in swinging, and probably three ways and...and whatever. I've told her I'm not good with it, but she keeps bringing the subject up. She's a free spirit, and at least sexually, and I don't see her as ready, willing, or even able to settle down. And if she did, wouldn't she long for the excitement of a new sexual partner? During WWII, in England when a man kissed a girl it amounted to an offer of marriage, and many a girl would let that false promise break the chastity bank. To the Yanks, it was just a friendly gesture. Shit, today among the kids a blow job is sort of expected after a nice evening. Some of these Middle Eastern types blow a wad in their pants when they see a woman's knee, I don't get hard when I see two naked women on the beach. Different strokes. I hate to say it...if I'm not the man for her...therefore she's not the women for me, so we probably should end it now, before kids make it harder. Much as I regretted this conclusion, reaching it put my mind a rest. I was home for about an hour before she came out of the bedroom, wearing the same t shirt and a pair of my boxer shorts. She was subdued as we sat at the table with coffee, and the fresh bagel I brought her. She was buttering it as she said; "Is this a peace offering to me?" "Sadly no, I was walking by the place, thinking of you. This is serious..." "Look, Chris, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it, you're right. But I really don't see it as a big thing." "I agree, after a lot of thought, sex with Ivar isn't that big a deal, what is..." She dropped her bagel hugged me "Oh thank god, I hoped you'd see it my way, Chris I really love you, and this is just for a little while, maybe 18 months, when we start our family." I held her for a moment. "Karen, it's not so simple, and you're not going to like what I have to say. "Divorce is never easy, but in the longer run you and I will do all right, it'll just take a while. Karen, I don't hate you, or what you did. You are not a slut, whore, or any of the things society uses to shame women. You have a very liberated view of sex. You enjoy it...like a plate of oysters at an all you can eat oyster bar. You share your oysters, because it's a nice thing to do, and there's no end of them. What If A few casual blowjobs or a quick fuck for Ivar was truly no big deal to you, It was consistent with your values, it's just I have different values, and we aren't really as compatible as we thought. I'll move this week, soon as I get a place to live." She was pissed: "Different values, oh you sanctimonious asshole. If this bagel was a rock it'd be on the other side of your teeth. If you think you are getting my money, your wrong, I've worked too hard..." I broke in, "I don't want your money, keep it all. I've got my car and a few thousand in the bank, I'm good. You need your money more than I do." "What's that last crack suppose to mean?" "We're talking money now, not sex? I think your self-worth is based on how much money you can make, you take great pride in your ability to succeed by any means necessary, you know, the ends justify the means? I don't. Me, I want to be comfortable, and have time for fun things, which can be a week in Paris, or rebuilding a lawn mower engine in the garage. I don't need a huge amount of money to do that. Look, a wife as liberal as you, who likes to go swinging, get into really adventuresome stuff sexually, is a dream come true for a hell of a lot of guys, they'd think they died and went to heaven, but I'm not among that group of guys. I'm never going to be all right with somebody playing with your tits, to say nothing of screwing you. I'm just not wired that way." "Not wired that way! You're a fucking tight assed prude is what you are! I've struggled to loosen you up, but you're just not moving much in my direction." "Karen, that's exactly what I mean, I am a bit of a tight assed prude. I can't be what you want me to be, and you can't be what I want. I like you, I even love you, but I can't be married to you. Don't you see? We're both frustrated and miserable; each hoping the other will change...and neither of us can or will." We held each other and cried for what we both realized wasn't going to be. Breaking up is so very hard to do When the one you love isn't for you Chilley What If... Author's note: Some elements of this story are true, while others are pure fantasy. Details have been changed to protect the anonymity of those involved. The three of us piled into the backseat of Evie's car for the ride home from St. Andrew's Hall. The ska show had been amazing and we followed that up with pitchers of margaritas at our favorite Mexican restaurant. I was fairly tipsy and my boyfriend, Matt, and our friend, Nate, were very nearly drunk. Even though Nate is always fucking with my boyfriend, just trying to get under his skin, I remember thinking that something was up when he bullied his way past Matt to sit between us in the car. Evie's car is a Ford Escort, and there's hardly enough room for two in the backseat, so we were all pressed right up against each other whether we wanted to be or not. About 10 minutes after we got on the road I could hear Matt's slow deep breathing far to the right of me, telling me that he was lights out. In contrast to what I was hearing, I could suddenly feel rapid shallow breaths close against my neck. I kept my eyes forward, not quite believing what was happening. I felt Nate's lips tentatively graze my earlobe - testing the waters. I froze. "Oh my God," I thought, "Is this really happening"? I could feel his eyes searching my face for a reaction, but I pretended not to notice. After a few seconds he again grazed my earlobe and then slowly took it into his mouth, sucking very gently. I gasped in surprise, almost inaudibly, but he was so close he had to have heard me. His lips moved lazily along my neck, as they trailed silent kisses to my collarbone. I slid down in my seat to avoid being seen in the rearview mirror. In this relative cocoon of privacy, I could try to sort the thoughts racing through my head. Nate and I have known each other since high school and there has always been a spark between us. But (and there's always a but) his father was a control freak who never let him have any free time, and we were similarly hardheaded and would often get into fierce arguments over the stupidest things. We agreed that trying to make a go of it as a couple just wasn't going to work, so we decided we were better off as friends. But my thoughts of "what if..." had never faded over the intervening years. And I suspected that these thoughts were mutual. Still, I was surprised that the alcohol had allowed him to act upon the feelings he must have held in check for so long. And within spitting distance of my boyfriend, no less. I cautiously looked around to see if anyone had a clue as to what was happening in the backseat. Matt was now softly snoring. Evie was driving and having an animated conversation with her husband, Don, who was in the passenger seat. The radio was turned up loud. No one was aware of us. I let myself relax a bit and closed my eyes. Just for the few moments that we had, I wanted to know how "what if..." felt. I opened my eyes and turned my head towards Nate. He drew back and looked at me, his intense gaze focused on each of my eyes in turn. I looked up at him and he brought his right hand up to my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb. His light touch sent tingles down my entire body. I closed my eyes and smiled, just relishing the sensations he was giving me. That was all it took. All of a sudden, I felt him kissing me hard. So fucking hard. He forced my lips apart with his tongue and thrust himself into my mouth. He took me by surprise and I opened my eyes only to see his face so close it was out of focus. All I could make out were his closed eyes. I started to kiss him back, slowly at first, but more and more hungrily as the seconds ticked by. I became aware once again of the other occupants of the car. I reluctantly broke the kiss to survey the situation. Everyone was still absorbed in what they had been doing all along. We were still flying together under the radar. Such a delicious naughty feeling this was that I couldn't help giggling quietly to myself. "Oh God, you're so sexy when you laugh," Nate groaned, "I want you so badly, you have no idea," he whispered as he kissed me again, tenderly this time. I felt his tongue glide along my bottom lip before teasing my lips apart to seek out my tongue. He moved his hand from my cheek to the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair. He pulled me closer, crushing my mouth against his. Although most of his left arm was pushed against the seat back, he was just able to reach up enough to cup my breast in his palm. I felt my nipple harden under his touch, and I could hear a soft low moan rise from my throat in response. His lips parted from mine and he looked down at what he was doing to me, completely absorbed in the sight. Just at that moment, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that caught my attention. Looking over Nate's shoulder out the window, I saw a familiar landmark that made me realize that we were only about 10 minutes away from Evie's house, where we had planned to crash for the night. "Oh fuck," I mouthed, still staring out the window. He must have sensed a shift in the energy and he brought his eyes up to query mine. His expression seemed to ask what was wrong without any words passing between us. I gave him a forlorn look and said, "We're almost home". He stopped playing with my nipple and turned away from me slightly. He appeared to be deep in thought for at least a couple of minutes, when suddenly his countenance brightened. A sly smile spread across his face as he looked at me and said just one word: "Good". What If Carol was in one of her blue funks. Why I didn't know, but they had been coming fast and furiously as of late. One minute, she was her normal cheerful self and the next; she was either the bitch from hell or on the verge of tears. Now it was total silence and depression. I had asked her to accompany me on this business trip, hoping that it would help in some way. So far it hadn't helped a bit, it was actually worse. The trip had turned into an ordeal instead of a way to bring us closer together. The airport in Houston was more like an armed camp than a place to travel from. It took four hours from the time we parked until we boarded our plane. We had been poked with metal detectors, screened by metal detectors, x-rayed, questioned, and examined to the point of frustration for me and tears for Carol. The flight to Denver was short but rough with turbulence at both ends and a jarring landing didn't help any at all. My short meeting ended up being most of the day and half the night. By the time I got back to the hotel, Carol was asleep, aided by half a bottle of sleeping pills. She's normally a light sleeper but tonight I went so far as to check her pulse, when she didn't wake up when I came in. I got a shower and joined her in bed. She didn't even stir when I cuddled up behind her. I went to sleep after a long period of just laying there. I was worried about her. I must have had bad dreams because I was restless and woke up often. I couldn't remember the dreams but the sense of dread built up over the night. ***** I woke up in a cold sweat, alone in the bed. I sat upright and called Carol's name. There was no answer, so I got out of bed and checked the bathroom. The door was locked but the sounds of a shower came to me through the door. I started to knock but decided to wait a bit. The door being locked puzzled me. Carol was no more of a private person than I was, especially between the two of us. This was just one more of the changes that I had noted. Twenty years of the one woman I had ever loved and now she was changing day by day into someone I didn't know. I was about at my wits end. I shook my head, and caught sight of the sad expression on my face in the mirror as I called room service and ordered coffee. ***** The coffee had arrived by the time Carol opened the door. She was wearing a short silk robe that stopped well above her knees. It made her long slim legs look even longer. She only had the two middle buttons hooked and the short dark hair of her sex flashed as she walked across the room. I felt my manhood twitch under my shorts; she was still a very beautiful woman to me even after all our years together. At five foot seven and a hundred and ten pounds, she had kept her fine figure. Other than a few laugh lines in her face and her breasts being a size larger, she didn't look much different from when I first met her. She had always worried about her small breasts and when they grew as she had kids, she had been elated. She didn't look at me; she just crossed to the table, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down across from me. I watched her closely for a moment and when she just sat there looking off into space, I said, "Look, I don't know what's going on in that pretty head of yours but I sure would like a clue. You're scaring me. I love you, I always have, and I always will. Right now, I'm very worried about you and I have been for some time now." She looked at me for a long time before she shrugged and went back to staring off into space. I felt anger building and was about to start venting, when Carol looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. My anger vanished in a flash as I moved over to kneel next to her chair. When I took her hand and kissed it, she let out a sob, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. I stood up and pulled her up out of the chair so I could put my arms around her. I held her tightly as she cried softly against my chest; I could feel the warm tears running down my chest. I stroked her hair and rocked her gently from side to side. I didn't know what else to do. When she had cried herself out and was down to the sniffing stage, she finally put her arms around me and hugged me back. As I stroked her hair, she took a deep shuddering breath and let it out noisily. "The kids are gone," she said in a whisper. "Yeah, Susie is married and Mark is in college. What has that got to do with these moods of yours?" I asked softly. "No one needs me," she whispered back. I hugged her tightly to me and replied in a whisper, "I need you, I need you very much. I always have and I always will. You're a part of me, a very special part." "You have your work, your job," she whispered in an even softer voice. "I have nothing but an empty house." "Yes I do have my job, for now," I said softly. This brought her head up and she searched my face for a moment. "What do you mean by that?" She asked hesitantly. I smiled down at her and kissed her on the forehead before I replied. "This trip will be my last, in about two weeks I'm retiring. By then, I'll have the right people in the right positions so I can let it go. I'll still own the company but they will run it, I'll just be a consultant and on the board of directors, if they need help." Carol looked at me with a shocked look on her face. I grinned and asked, "What if, we spend the rest of our lives on vacation together? Anywhere we wanted to go and doing everything we've always dreamed of doing." Carol's mouth hung open as her eyes searched my face. When I grinned and kissed her forehead again, it seemed to break the spell she was under. "You're not kidding, are you?" She asked as a shy smile played around the corners of her mouth. I shook my head and replied, "Nope, I'll be around so much you'll get sick of me. You name it and we'll do it, there are a hundred places we've always wanted to see and a million things we've wanted to do, now's our chance." "You want to spend all your time with me?" She asked in a whisper. I grinned and nodded. The next thing I knew, Carol had her arms around my neck, and was kissing the hell out of me. I did my best to kiss her back with the same building passion. When she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my hips, I knew my Carol of old was back with a vengeance. I also knew that I was going to be late for the meeting today, that is, if I made it at all. Right now, I had something much more important to do. I turned and walked over to the bed, where I laid us down without breaking the kiss. As my weight came down on Carol, she moaned softly and pulled me tighter against her body with her arms and her legs. After almost thirty years together, I knew exactly what that meant and surrendered to our passion. My lower pelvis was pressed against her sex and I could feel its heat through my thin silk shorts. She tilted her hips more and rubbed against me as another soft moan escaped her lips. She broke the kiss and whispered fiercely, "Get rid of those shorts, I want you so bad." Both of us began working at getting my shorts down. When they were down around my knees, she started to pull at me, trying to move me up her body. I wiggled forward until the head of my dick brushed along her slit. I could feel her heat even more and how slippery she was. I marveled at the way she always responded to our lovemaking. I lowered my hips as she rocked hers upward and I felt myself slip into her slit. I flexed my hips, moving my shaft along her trench. After a moment or two, she moaned as a shiver ran along her body. "Now," she whispered softly and relaxed her grip with her legs. I moved up away from her and then down along her body, the head of my shaft following her slit down to touch the steamy heat of her open sex. I pressed gently forward and felt the head being enveloped by her, a hot velvety sensation that went on as she tilted her hips and forced more of me inside. She let out a whimpering sigh as my hips once more met hers, my manhood fully seated. I held still as another shiver ran along her body and her inner muscles clamped down. "Oh, yes," she whispered, "That always feels so good." I smiled down at her as I rolled my hips and then took one long slow, complete stroke. Her eyes were closed and when I moved, she sucked her lower lip in with a hiss and clamped it between her teeth. "Yes, it does and that feels even better," I answered back in the same type whisper. She nodded and made a sound of pure pleasure deep in her throat as I made another slow stroke and paused. Then I started to move in and out of her with slow easy movements. In a moment, her hips settled into a smooth counterpoint to mine. Our lovemaking had matured over the years from fast and furious to slow and sensuous. We had learned to take our time and enjoy each other as much as possible. I loved to watch the play of emotions that ran across her face. They along with her sounds were my clues and keys as to when to go to the next level. I always wondered when our friends talked about their sex lives falling apart or tapering off. It made no sense to me. After we had our kids and she got fixed, I did the same. We called it our double indemnity insurance policy. It also released both of us from the worry of future pregnancies. Not having that worry really jumpstarted our sex life again. We were as horny and carefree about our sex life as we had ever been in our teens. More so, because we had years and years of experience to draw on. I had slowly built up the speed and intensity of my strokes and was about to speed up again, when Carol suddenly ached up against me and came harder than I had seen her do in a long time. I slowed down and rode it out as she went on and on. By the time her hips and ass were back on the bed, I had stopped moving. I was enjoying the feel of her inner muscles rippling along and grabbing at my manhood. The sensation almost put me over the edge. I supported my weight on my knees and elbows as I stroked her hair and watched her face. That look of a woman totally out of control and loving every minute of it was there as plain as day. I love that look as it means I'm doing things right for her. After a few minutes, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. "That one snuck up on me," she said softly and then grinned. "I know it's been a while since we made love but oh boy...." She let the sentence trail off, her grin slowly fading. "I haven't been taking very good care of you, have I?" She asked. I smiled and kissed her forehead before I replied, "Oh, I'll live. You're the one I was worried about. I thought maybe you had finally had enough of my dumb ass and was ready to leave me. Now that I understand the problem, I'm truly relieved." She grinned and then laughed. As she did, her body gave a little jerk and she closed her eyes and gave out with a soft short groan. When she opened her eyes, she smiled and said, "I'd never leave you, it took me to long to get you trained. Anyway, I don't think I would ever find anyone who could make love to me as well as you do. Right now, even laughing makes me quiver and shiver." She rolled her hips under me and sighed. "No, I was just feeling useless and unneeded, sorry for myself, more than anything. With the kids gone and you working, I had too much time on my hands and nothing to do but think. I just worked myself into a state of depression. Your news about retiring snapped me out of it and in a hurry." She chuckled and added, "Suddenly, I was horny as hell." With a grin, she pushed at me. "Roll over, I want on top. I seemed to have taken the edge off but I still could go again and I want to feel you fill me up with that hot cream of yours." Who am I to argue with a woman that wants to fuck my brains out? I rolled over and took her with me. I grinned up at her and said, "You won't get any argument out of me. You know I love it when you ride the pony. It feels so good and I get to play with all your other toys." I reached up and ran the palms of my hands in slow light circles over her nipples. She arched her back, pressing her sensitive nipples firmly against my palms. "Hmmmm, that feels so good," she said softly as she started to rock her hips slowly back and forth. I could feel her tightness sliding slowly along and around my manhood. She sighed deeply as her clit rubbed against my pelvic bone. "That feels good to." She sighed again and asked, "Do you remember the first time I rode the pony?" I chuckled as I remembered. "How could I forget, that's the night you got your brands; one on each knee from that cheap carpet on the living room floor of my apartment. Your mom never did believe that story about you falling down." Carol laughed and then groaned softly as she leaned forward to rest her hands on my chest. "Don't make me laugh. I'm right on the edge," she whispered softly. I stopped rubbing her nipples and took a breast in each hand, giving them a gentle squeeze. She groaned softly and shifted her hips faster. "Oh. Oh, yes. Oh God, yes." She came quick and hard, her inner muscles clamped down on my shaft and a hot flood ran along its length. My hips twitched and jerked on their own, which brought a louder moan from her lips. As her body calmed down, she lay forward on top of me. Her head nestled against my neck with a kiss and a deep sigh. "Oh yes, that hit the spot." She kissed my neck again and asked, "Don't you have a meeting this morning?" I nodded and then laughed as I rolled us over until I was back on top. "As a matter of fact I do but right this minute I could care less." I kissed her softly on the lips, lifted my hips slightly, and then eased myself back down. She moaned softly into my mouth and kissed me harder. After a moment, I lifted my head and grinned down at her before I said, "I have some neglected business here that's taking priority. Anyway, I want a special breakfast and I can't get it anywhere else in the world except right here." I kissed her lips as she started to say something and then moved to her neck and started to kiss and nibble my way down her body. She whimpered loudly when my manhood slipped slowly out of her sex. But it changed to a soft moan as my lips locked onto her left nipple and my fingers tweaked the right one. I released the nipple with a soft sucking sound and then flicked it with the tip of my tongue several times. This brought a hissing sound from her. I moved my head over and sucked on the right nipple, flicking it with my tongue at the same time. Her back arched, pressing the breast tighter to my mouth. Her hands found my head and she caressed it, her fingers running through my hair. When I released this breast, her hands tried to push my head lower down her body. I smiled as I kissed my way down her lower ribs and across her belly, to wiggle my tongue deep into her navel. Her stomach muscles jerked and she wiggled as a giggle escaped her lips. "That tickles and you know it," she whispered as her hands tried to push my head away from her belly. I rose up until she had to let go of my hair. I took her hands and placed them on her breasts, saying, "Here, you play with these and let me enjoy my breakfast like I want to. I want it hot, moist, and sweet." She chuckled and said, "You ain't got to worry about it being hot or moist. Right now it's on boil and probably soupy as hell." Whatever else she was going to say was lost in a loud groan as my tongue traced the outline of the patch of short hair on her mound. I took a slow lick along each of her puffy outer lips, which brought an even louder groan. When I slid my tongue up along the center of her slit and flicked her clit lightly with its tip, her ass came up off the bed and her hands flew to my head. "Oh God, leave that alone for a while or I'll die," she whispered fiercely. "Just have your breakfast, that'll be enough to probably give me another orgasm or two." I moved back and down to flutter my tongue around and just inside her very wet and tasty opening. Her hips rolled upward, trying to force me deeper but I backed off and continued to tease her opening. With a whimpering moan, her hands once again found my head and tried to pull me closer. Slowly, I let her move me forward but kept the tip of my tongue around the opening until my lips touched her sex. Then I stabbed my tongue into her as deep as I could. This brought a loud yell to her lips and a flood across mine. Breakfast was served. I feasted at her sex until the flow slowed and then I moved lower to catch the overflow from earlier that filled the deep cleft of her ass. I grinned as I thought of the wet spots that would dot the bed by the time we were through. There were already two and I had an idea there would be several more before we were sated this day. When the tip of my tongue circled and flicked at her asshole, I heard her draw a hissing breath. Carol's ass was nearly as sensitive as her sweet pussy. Anal sex wasn't a regular thing with us but more of a special treat, when she was in the mood and really turned on. I had a feeling that this was the case now. As my tongue pressed at the tight ring of muscles guarding the entrance to her ass, I heard her moan loudly and her hips worked in counterpoint to my probing tongue. After a few minutes of my tongue working in and out of her ass, she gave a long drawn out, deep groan and hunched back against my face even harder, a new flood starting to trickle down from above. Seconds on breakfast were served, hot sweet and tasty. I resumed my feast and followed it up to the source. By the time, I had the flood under control; Carol's hips were once again moving and working her sex against my mouth and tongue. When I moved my hand up and teased her asshole with the tip of a finger, Carol groaned loudly and said, "Don't do that, unless you really mean it. It's been a really long time since we've done that and suddenly I'm in the mood for it." I grinned up at her and said, "I've always meant it. I love to fuck your beautiful ass and you know it. So why don't you roll over and let me put a couple of pillows under your hips?" She grinned at me and did just that. With her on her hands and knees, I placed two pillows under her hips. She lay down across them, elevating her ass in the air. She spread her legs and flexed her hips up and down a couple of times. "Like this?" She asked as she grinned at me over her shoulder. "Oh yes, just like that." I replied and kissed first one round ass cheek and then the other. I continued to lick and kiss her ass as my hands wandered over her hips and thighs. I used the flat of my hands to spread her ass cheeks wider and flicked the tip of my tongue against the tight pucker of her asshole. Carol wiggled her ass and moaned softly. "You do like that, don't you?" I asked. "Oh yes, it makes me tingle all over," she whispered as she pushed back against my tongue, when I pushed it into her ass. "Hmmmm, I like that even better." I tongued her asshole for a moment and then dipped down to take a swipe in her very wet open sex, just below. With her slick juices still on my tongue, I returned to her ass. My tongue moved in and out of her more freely and she moaned softly and wiggled back hard against the invader. "Oh, yes," she whispered fiercely. "I'm going to go all to pieces when you slip that big dick of yours in there." She flexed her hips back hard enough to hurt my nose and then said, "You'd better hurry or it may be too late." With a grin on my face, I came up on my knees behind her and rubbed my hard shaft between the slick surfaces of her ass cheeks. Carol moaned loudly as a shiver ran up and down her body. I slapped her on one cheek sharply and said, "Don't you do it, wait for me, or I'll have to spank this pretty ass of yours." What If "Oh God, like that's a real threat. More like a treat and you know it," she whispered as she pressed her ass even tighter to my manhood. I slapped her ass again as I pulled back, pushed my shaft down and rubbed the head around the sopping wet opening to her sex. She groaned loudly and pushed back suddenly. My shaft slid up inside her easily. Her hips froze for a second and then she moved forward and slammed her ass back against me as she gave out with a deep growling groan and came all over me. I grinned and slapped her ass sharply, first on one cheek and then the other. This only made her come harder as she ground her sex tighter onto my dick. As her orgasm started to subside, I gripped her hips and started to take long slow strokes, in and out of her. She gasped at the first one and then trembled and whimpered as I continued on. When she started to push back against my thrusts, I slipped my dick out of her vagina and moved it up to center on her asshole. She jerked at the touch of the hot head and then pushed back very gingerly. I held still and let her proceed at her own pace. It had been a long time since we had done this and she would be very tight. I would have to take it slow and patiently. I just hoped she would also. When the head popped through the tight ring, Carol tossed her head back and froze. "Oh my God!" she almost yelled. I could feel her hips trembling and the heat of her ass around the head of my dick was searing in a very pleasurable way. After a moment, she eased her hips forward and then moved them back. I felt my shaft slide another little bit into her tight heat. "Damn, I'm so tight," she whispered, "But it feels so good that I want to just jam it all the way in." She moved forward and back again, several time. Each time, I went in a little more. By the time I was half way in, she groaned softly and pulled forward until just the head was still in. Then she did ram her ass back, impaling herself on me, to the hilt. She yelled loudly and I let out a loud groan as her ass clamped down around me as she came. It was a short but very intense orgasm, judging by the way her muscles worked me over. As it eased off, she slowly lay forward, prone over the pillows. I had to follow her or lose something we both held dear, such was the grip her ass had on me. I rested my hips on the cushion of her ass and held my upper weight up on my elbow. I nuzzled and kissed the back of her neck for a moment as she murmured little sounds of pleasure. "Oh, you like that do you?" I asked in a whisper. She just nodded and sighed. I spent another few minutes on her neck and shoulders, which brought even more sounds of pleasure. "I love it," she finally whispered, "But I'm about to go to sleep, so we need to roll over on our sides." "Just take it slow and easy, I want to stay right where I'm planted, if you don't mind," I whispered back to her. She chuckle and nodded. "I love where you are and I don't think you have to worry about it coming out. In fact, getting it out may be a problem, my ass doesn't want to let it go." "Tell me about it," I said with a chuckle of my own. "You've got one hell of a grip on it from my side." "It feels so big and hot. I can feel it throbbing. It feel so damn good, it should be illegal," she said as we rolled over onto our left sides. When we were settled and I had passed her a pillow and got one for myself, I replied, "I think it is in this state, as a matter of fact." She snuggled back against me spoon fashioned, her ass pressed tightly against my hips. "That's just too damn bad," she said and then giggled. "Anyway, they would need a crowbar and at least three big guys to pry it out right now." I laughed at the picture that painted and kissed her neck. "I love you," I whispered and then kissed her neck again. "I love you," she whispered back ***** Movement of Carol's hot ass around my manhood drew me up out of sleep. I was still semi hard and deep in her ass but she wasn't nearly as tight as she had been. Her ass muscles had relaxed and now her hips were moving subtly back and forth, as she muttered in her dreams. I would have loved to get a peek at those, believe me. Her little movements were generating plenty of fantasies in my half awake brain as it was and my dick was slowly coming back to full attention. I grinned as I moved my hips back slightly, as she moved forward. The muttering got louder with a moaning overtone. Nothing like helping a lady out with her dreams, I thought, not to mention, helping myself out. Or was that in and out. Even fully hard, my shaft moved easily inside her as a soft moan escaped from her lips. I fucked her ass, slowly and gently until she groaned and said, "Damn, what a way to wake up. I was having this wonderful, sexy dream and then this." I chuckled and replied, "I know about that dream, that's what woke me up. That and the wonderful feelings you were giving me as you moved your hips back and forth in your sleep." She laughed and said, "I guess that's better than talking in my sleep." She made a soft whimpering sound and pushed back to meet my next slow thrust. "Oh yes, much better." A minute or so later, she was pushing back harder and harder. After a little of that she whimpered loudly and said, "Ok buster, I need to roll back over onto my stomach, so you can spank my butt the right way." "We ain't there yet?" I asked with a grin as I kissed her neck and nipped her gently. Carol moaned softly and rolled over, with me close behind, in more ways than one. Once she was on her belly, she pushed up until she was on her hands and knees and I was on my knees. With a sigh, she lowered her upper body until her forehead was on the bed. I gripped her hips and make a medium hard thrust into her waiting ass. She gave out with a little gasp and then whispered harshly, "You can do better than that." "Be careful what you ask for," I said as I pulled almost all the way out and ram home with a loud slap of my hips against her round firm ass. She gave a startled yell and kept on yelling as I fucked her hard and deep, slamming against her tightly stretched ass cheeks on each stroke. It wasn't long before she yelled, "I going to come!" Half a dozen strokes later, she did and I was right with her, filling her ass with my hot cum in long, strong jets. She was yelling in one long continuous incoherent noise as I did, hunching her ass back tightly to me. A distant part of my mind, wondered what the neighbors might think of all the yelling but the rest of me could have cared less. After a long while, Carol gave out with a soft groan and moved forward to lay flat on the bed. I moved with her and ended up lying on top of her, as my arms wouldn't support my full weight. I made an effort to move off her and only partially succeeded. My upper body was off her but my hips were still across her ass. My manhood was still in the hot pulsing grip of her ass. When I tried to move even more, Carol whispered, "No! Stay right where you are. I don't want you to take it out yet. There's going to be one hell of a mess, when you do and I ain't got the energy to get up and do anything about it." "Thank you," I whispered back. "I don't think I have the energy to move more than a few inches at a time right now." She chuckled and whispered, "You didn't have that problem a few minutes ago. You were spanking my ass as good as you ever have and I was enjoying the hell out of it. We must be getting old, a few years ago, we would have hopped right off this bed and hit the showers." "Uh huh." I replied. "We'll hit the showers alright but it might be after another nap." Carol laughed and nodded her head. "I hear that." ***** We didn't sleep but we didn't get in any hurry either. Finally, I got enough energy to reach over and caress her shoulders and upper back. "Well? What do you think? Can we make it to the shower without collapsing?" Carol chuckled and said, "Hey, I thought you were going to carry me in there." "There's about as much of a chance of me do that, as there is of you carrying me." I replied with a laugh. Carol laughed and wiggled her ass under me. "Ok, pop the cork and stand back, it's going to be messy, you must have loaded me up with at least a gallon or two." "Not to mention, my spine, my eye teeth, and my fillings," I added with a grin. Carol laughed and asked, "Are those fillings, the gold kind or the cheap stuff?" "Sorry to disappoint you but they're the cheap kind," I answered her with a laugh. "Shucks!" she said and then added, "Ok, get your big ass off me, it's time to get this show on the road." I pushed up on my hands and then slowly raised my hips. My manhood was soft but I still had to pull it out of her ass. There wasn't quite a pop as it came free but Carol did moan softly in a whimpering way. As I got to my knees, I brushed my hands over her ass and whispered, "My ass might be big, but there's absolutely nothing big about yours, its perfect." Carol slowly pushed up off the bed, until she was also on her knees. Leaning over, she kissed me softly. When she leaned back, she smiled and said, "Thank you dear but I know better. The sand is slowly settling and there's nothing that can be done about that." I grinned and said, "Well then, I'll just have to keep it well packed, won't I?" Carol laughed as she climbed off the bed. She grinned at me and then turned to walk toward the bathroom, swinging her ass in an exaggerated sway. Over her shoulder she said, "You won't hear any complaints from me on that score." With a big grin, I climbed off the bed. "I sure as hell won't complain, that's for sure," I whispered to myself as I followed her towards the bathroom and a long and happy retirement for both of us. What If *Teresa* This is a story about firsts. A whole bunch of them in fact looking back at them now. Everyone says they clearly remember the first time they ever made love with anyone. And I suppose that's true. But I clearly remember all the other first times as well, as though they were yesterday. I met Teresa in the 5th grade. She would later become the girl I would date and eventually experience a fist full of firsts with. But that was years away yet. Right now, my female experiences were limited to gawking, acting silly, stupid, trying to impress a girl who wouldn't give me the time of day. Hell, what girl at that age, who was of the right mind would anyway? And to what point? The point was, there was just something about Teresa that told me, even at that age, we were somehow meant to be together. And then as it was perhaps expected, I chased...and Teresa ran like hell. Funny how fate can step in and totally change things so unexpectedly. As the next few years passed by, Teresa and I found ourselves sharing classes, and then into Junior High, taking the same bus to school, likewise again having a couple of classes together. By now, she at least tolerated me, even smiled on occasion, enjoying my still somewhat stupid jokes and attempt to befriend her more than she was willing. All for naught of course, Teresa was still as elusive as the pot of gold at the end of the proverbial rainbow. She wasn't as anyone might classically call a raving beauty, but she really was pretty. Of Spanish decent, she had an olive complexion, dark smoldering eyes to go along with her middle of the back length almost coal black hair. She wasn't tall...if anything short, at just five feet, if that even. The fact she had a rather large chest for her size, (which by the way was admittedly one of the reasons I was attracted to her back in the 5th grade. She was about the only girl in our class that actually had boobs large enough to require wearing a real bra.) But try as I might, I made no better headway with her than I had early on, and so at last...I finally quit trying. And fate had a hand in that as well, in the weirdest of ways. Heading into the second year of Junior high school, the powers to be for whatever reason, changed school boundaries on everyone. With Teresa just living on the next street over from where I lived, they had chosen the very street that separated us as the border for sending us to different schools. Teresa remaining with the same school we'd both attended the previous year, and me...off to a brand new school that had recently been built. When that happened, I had pretty much figured that it was meant to be, and that it was time to give up on my almost life-long endeavor to win her over. As such, I began looking elsewhere, and eventually had better luck with a girl I soon met, and began seeing as often as I could after school. Sure, I still saw Teresa on average of once a week as we attended the same church together, but beyond that, that was all. She'd even made a point of coming up to say hello to me first, something she had never done before. But like I said, by this time...I'd given up on her, and having someone else who did seemingly enjoy my attention and affections, I suppose I was far more aloof around her than I had ever been before. *The chaser...became the chase' e.* Dawn was my first ever "French Kiss," a cute petite little blond who was also a member of the girls junior cheerleading squad. She was in a sense quite a catch, and furthered my status in the rankings back then as 'lucky guys'. And though we hadn't done anything...and I virtually mean anything, French kissing a girl was considered more or less a prelude to eventually going further with them. So as far as I was concerned, it was only a matter of time. Needless to say, the furtherest thing on my mind was Teresa. Though when I saw her again, so unexpectedly I might add, the timing couldn't have been any more perfect. Dawn and I were milking our five minutes between classes to maximum degree. With both classes close to where we were standing, there was just enough time for a press against our respective lockers (also close to one another ironically) a quick (non tongue) kiss in this instance, and then a promise to see one another after school of course. We wouldn't have time to visit again until then as after this, our two remaining classes took us off in entirely opposite directions. And so it was with the warning bell that we had less than a minute to make it to class now, Dawn kissed me quickly once more, and then headed off to her class down the hall. The moment she broke away, I looked up past her as she ran off, and low and behold, there was Teresa walking towards me. Surprised to see her yes...I nevertheless took a moment of secret delight as she had to have seen Dawn and I actually kissing there in the hallway. She continued to approach, even having a smile on her face as she looked at me. I stood however still dumbfounded at seeing her here, at this school...my school. "Cute girl," she said passing, still smiling and then walked right by me looking at obvious room numbers. In doing so, reminding me that I was going to be late for class myself if I didn't get a move on here. But still curious as hell as to why Teresa was now here at my school. When she stopped, looking at the teachers name on the door, and room number, and then entered the class, I almost fell over. She'd just entered into my classroom. Social studies and human nature class, of all classes to be having with her...but obviously, I would be. I couldn't help but wonder if fate wasn't once again intervening here for whatever reason. With Teresa being given a seat one up and across from me, I sat just behind her, occasionally given glances backwards from her as she caught my eye, once again smiling in a way I had never seen her smile at me before. I soon learned she had been transferred, even this late in the year with only a couple of months to go before school was out for the summer. An oddity as that wasn't a very common occurrence, not at all...especially this late in the school year. But as it turned out, there were still adjustments being made. One of which was class size, and so the word had gone out on a volunteer basis, that if there were any students who were willing to transfer to the new school, even inside current boundaries, then arrangements would be made. Teresa had been one of a small handful, who had volunteered to transfer, and now she was sitting in my class. ** *Role reversal* Though I continued to see and more or less date Dawn, Teresa and I likewise reacquainted ourselves, and basically renewed our friendship, more so in fact than it was before. But now, I didn't actively pursue her of course, not like I had done. Dawn was now a part of some of our conversations in fact, though I found it interesting that she herself wasn't seeing or dating anyone. Towards the end of that year, we found ourselves thrown together in a very unique way, though at the time I didn't foresee the future, or what would come out of it, because of it. There was a TV program being aired at the time, called "The dating game." It was very popular, if not quite outrageous at the time for prime-time viewers. All of the drama and arts classes were involved in producing our own version of the Dating game for school assembly, and as luck would have it, I was to be one of a handful of so called "eligible" bachelors. What I didn't know until we were literally on stage, was that Teresa was the unknown, likewise eligible bachelorette. Needless to say, it didn't take long for either one of us to realize she was the one asking questions, and that I was one of three guys answering them. I even got most of the laughs as the game progressed, and it also seemed more than my fair share of the questions being asked too. I was fairly sure that Teresa would be picking me as her "date" as the game continued, which consisted of a cheap evening meal at a local hamburger joint as it turned out. But to my surprise, along with everyone else's as it later turned out, Teresa selected someone else. And though I think Dawn was quite relieved at the outcome, I was taken aback by the end result, along with a goodly number of classmates and friends. Everyone said we had this sort of real "chemistry" and why Teresa had picked someone else, remained an unsolved mystery. At least until the very next weekend. We were back to sharing a bus ride home. And though I didn't always take the bus, most often walking Dawn home after school instead, it left me with a two mile walk home after doing that whenever I did that. On this particular night, I'd been tasked by my parents to "take the bus", as they were going to an office party that evening where my dad worked, and wanted me home before they left. Thus I found myself sharing a seat with Teresa on the way home, which is when she told me, "You know why I didn't pick you over Jerry?" She began. Although I was curious as to why, I didn't want to seem too anxious about it either. "Haven't really thought about it," I told her. "But since you mention it, why didn't you? Everyone said afterwards that they thought for sure you were going to." "And that's the reason I didn't," she said candidly. "Because I knew everyone there...including your girlfriend, thought for sure I'd be picking you. I didn't want to cause problems for you because of it." We'd barely gotten the mysteries of all that out of the way when we reached my stop. Standing up in order to get off, Teresa did as well, even though her stop was still several stops away yet, though admittedly, it would almost be quicker for her to get home in getting off where I did. And yet...she did so, following me off. I had on some few occasions walked her home to her place after church, so I certainly had been to her place before, and once even invited inside for a brief visit. But never ever had Teresa been to my place. "Wanted to see where you lived," she'd said answering my unasked question. So I took her inside, introduced her to my parents though they already knew "of her" in a way, though never formally meeting, or having been introduced to her before. After making a phone call to tell her mom she'd be home later than usual, she stuck around long enough for me to be given my "while were out for the evening" instructions...and then I walked her home. By the time we got to her place, her mother had already left, as she worked in the evenings as a waitress. Her dad worked in the evenings too, so it was a strange situation for her where she became the supervising adult over her younger brother and sister. Both of which usually disappeared out the door the moment her mom left for work, thus leaving the two of us pretty much alone together. Something that over time, we'd begin taking a lot of advantage of, but that was still a ways out yet. I mean after all, we weren't actually even dating...yet. *First kiss* I remember the conversation clearly, as though it were yesterday. "So, is Dawn a good kisser?" She asked me point blank as I sat there on her couch. I had only planned on staying a minute or two, after walking her home, before heading back. After all, Dawn would be expecting a phone call later on that evening since we hadn't spent any time together after school. "Yeah, I guess," I responded a little sheepishly, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the weird topic she'd chosen to discuss with me. "Better than me?" She then asked. For starters, I obviously had no idea. I'd never kissed Teresa, for real anyway. Only in my dreams. "How should I know? I've never kissed you," I responded back, not seeing the trap I'd just sprung on myself, but not minding that I had as things eventually turned out. "Then maybe you'd better find out," she'd said looking into my eyes, expectantly. I guess if I'd been all that serious about Dawn, I would never have kissed her. But the moment she said that, I somehow knew, it wouldn't be the last time I would ever kiss her either. That kiss turned into another, and then another and another. And before you knew it, I'd been there almost two hours, just the two of us sitting there kissing and making out as it was called. Until "curfew" for her younger brother and sister brought them home again, forcing us to finally part company. I never did call Dawn that night, too busy fantasizing, and masturbating like mad for one thing. But for another, I was also trying to come up with an easy way to break things off with Dawn. Like the old song says, "breaking up is hard to do," and Dawn knew immediately who was behind it all too. It didn't take a lot of investigating to find out as for the last few remaining weeks of school, Teresa and I spent most of it hand in hand, wandering the halls together, riding the bus home...and then spending a minimum of two hours every night tickling one another's tonsils with our tongues. *Getting up to bat, feeling my first ever titty.* Back then, just getting up to the plate was half the fun. Few were, and few did. And though I constantly struck out back then, never even getting to so called "first base", the fact was, I knew one day...I would. But there would also be only an occasional single even then, it would be a long time before I would ever score my first double, or make it to second base. Such where the times then perhaps. But I digress. Still together by this time, and still dating, now in high school of course, and with me having just gotten my driver's license, and first car, it was time to celebrate. And it was also time to go out on our very first "official" un-chaperoned, date together. As such of course, we went to the drive-in movie. We'd certainly gone before, with friends who were driving, though none of us had done anything more than a whole lot of heavy kissing. Yeah, admittedly I had managed to graze one of her boobs here and there, and even once remembering she'd allowed me to rest the palm of my hand on her once, for longer than two seconds. After that, it became more of a challenge just to see if I could increase the duration of "officially" holding her breast, which came in nanoseconds of time to be perfectly honest about it. It took a long time before I finally hit the three second mark before she'd finally move my hand away from her breast. Or so it felt like anyway. But...that was an official halfway down to first base for me. At least I was now actually hitting the ball on occasion, even if I was still being thrown out before ever really reaching the base. But things were about to change, and at a pace that I don't think either one of us expected or had planned on up until then. That change was brought about by the times to some degree, along with drastic changes taking place in Teresa's home life. Her parents were about to divorce for one thing, something that had been a long time in coming. It was also the age of Aquarius...free love, bra burning (though Teresa wasn't about to burn hers, let alone take it off yet), but that too would soon happen. But when it did happen, when things finally did change, it happened so fast, and in such a way, that in some respects, neither one of us was really prepared for it. I think part of that was because Teresa and I had both turned eighteen early on in our final year of high school. For me, it was because of my mother way back when. For whatever reason, she hadn't started me in school when I was really young, when she should have, holding me back a year before doing so. In her way of thinking, she wanted to make sure I would be a bit older, a bit more used to the idea. Being an only child, looking back, I think she wasn't ready to give me up being home all the time. As for Teresa, hers was a matter of being right on the dividing line perhaps. Turning eighteen shortly after school started, and thus...the two of us already well ahead of most of the others when our senior year began. It had its perks...advantages, but it had its disadvantages as well. I was no longer governed by a curfew for one thing. As long as I kept my grades up, graduated...then I could pretty much come and go as I pleased. Something I certainly took a great deal of advantage of. As for Teresa, with her mother now divorced, trying to survive and raise three kids without a whole lot of support from her sometimes father, she was thrown into the role once more of playing mom, looking after her siblings while her mom worked most evenings. Though by this time of course, Teresa and I both had part-time jobs. As an "adult" one of the downsides of being eighteen...I had to find money to pay for my own dates, and gas for the car I drove. The days of having an allowance as it were, was over with. Needless to say, whenever we had time together outside of all that, we made it quality time. And that's when things just seemed to dramatically escalate all of a sudden. *Making it to first, and then second base...standing up.* Fridays were very special to us. For one thing, neither one of us had to work. For another, her mom did, which meant we'd pretty much have the place to ourselves, though I didn't dare show up until long after her mother had actually left. Her brother usually bolted out the door to head off and screw around with his friends the moment their mother left, which left us with Teresa's younger sister Sara, who could be a real pain in the ass at times. I think she hung around just to annoy us, knowing full well that we wanted some alone time. But she used that to her own advantage as well. Very often it took some sort of a bribe to get her to leave the two of us alone. Either with allowing her to watch some movie she shouldn't be, or having a friend over, or even going so far as to allow her to have her own boyfriend over, though she wasn't (or hopefully wasn't) doing what we had been. I knew there was something about this particular evening too. It wasn't as though we had discussed it, or even talked about it...but it was in the air. When Teresa suggested that we go outside, out back, and sit on the old sofa as opposed to staying inside, I knew there was a lot going on here. That was indeed our "later in the evening" make out couch. Usually where we ended up for the last hour before I had to scoot home before her mother arrived. The fact we were going out there a whole lot earlier than normal spoke volumes. That, and the fact Teresa was wearing my favorite pull over sweater, the one I loved being able to caress and rub her tits through. And on occasion, once in a great while, actually being able to sneak a hand under for even more direct contact, though still while she was wearing a bra. Yeah, seriously...that's as far as I'd ever gotten with her. I'd still never actually touched them in the flesh, nor had I seen them either for that matter. All that...was about to change. We started out as we usually did, lots of kissing...only this time, it was still light out, no stars yet. And as such, I didn't dare jump to light speed and simply place my hand on one of her breasts. At least not until I couldn't really see what I was doing yet. That seemed to be at the time, one of the requirements or something. I tended to think it was because Teresa didn't want me seeing her "horny face," as I called it. Though I knew she got that, especially the way she'd squirm, even pant and moan a lot as I kneaded her soft breasts like freshly rolled dough. So when she lifted my hand, placing it right there on her breast, in the middle of daylight no less...I knew indeed this was going to be a very...very special evening. Especially when I discovered that double D Teresa, wasn't wearing a bra! Now, like I said...on some few occasions, though even then not for as long as I would have liked, she'd permitted me to actually sneak my hand up inside her sweater or tee shirt, and actually fondle and caress her breasts that way. I had more easily felt her nipples harden through the material, enough so I could finger, and thumb them, teasing her...teasing them, certainly teasing the hell out of myself if you will, but never directly. The fact I was now touching her, in daylight...outside, with the threat of her little sister popping out on us at any given moment was one thing. But the fact I was also feeling her hard extended nipple, even with her (my) favorite sweater on was something else. For one thing, that fucker(s) was hard! Harder than I'd ever felt it, imagined it...and she seemed to be doing a lot more squirming and moaning too as I sat there rubbing it, rolling it, pulling on it, even if it was through the material of her sweater. In the meantime of course, I am also kissing her, everywhere that I could, every place I could find exposed flesh, I kissed before going back to her mouth again. And then I began to notice something. Each time I moved downwards, kissing that "V" of her neck, it seemed to be getting lower and lower with each pass that I made. Opening my eyes (finally) I saw that she had hooked two of her own fingers in that "V" of her sweater, pulling it down. I was actually looking at the upper swells of her full firm breasts, and suddenly kissing them too! More and more of them in fact. It became this weird, highly unusual game we were suddenly playing. I'd make the return trip back to her face, lips, and then start downwards again, watching her as she pulled down on this damn sweater of hers. More and more flesh suddenly revealed, and then saw...actually saw this difference in texture, coloration. And I knew without any doubt whatsoever, I was looking at the crescent moon of one of her dark colored areolas! What If I don't think I'd ever been so fucking hard in my entire life! And then as I made my final trip...knowing it would be, I looked, and holy shit...it was suddenly there. This big, beautiful, totally naked hard nipple just waiting for me to kiss it, to suck it, to fondle it. And then I was. I remember reaching it, first kissing it of course, repeatedly, her hand suddenly on the back of my head holding it against her, as though nursing me in a way, which I began doing of course. Now sucking it, gently, almost afraid she'd wake up and find out what I was doing here. Until maybe I'd spent too much time doing that perhaps, which is when she then said, "Baby...suck the other one too." I'd almost forgotten she had two. Like maybe she was saving one for another occasion or something. But now it was awkward. It meant putting one back, and then what...me pulling down on the other side in order to reach it? (What did I know?) But then she of course made it easy for me. She just reached down, and pulled her sweater up and over her breasts, now both of them exposed. And me, sitting there staring at them for the first time, both of them, in their absofuckinglutely beautiful glory. I think time stood still. I know the stars eventually came out, but I sat until the kink in my side turned numb. Hell, I wasn't about to change positions, even if I left paralyzed after this. I took delight, and time...going back and forth between the two, never getting my fill of doing this. Of seeing her, seeing her breasts, hell...sucking and playing with her very bare breasts. Are you kidding me? Her mother would have had to come home and forcibly remove me herself at the rate I was going. I was in seventh heaven, and so was Teresa by the sounds of it. The nice thing about that night was, we never went backwards from there. After that, every chance we had, every moment we could take, she wanted me to play with her tits, suck them, nurse them, and fondle them. I honestly believe to this very day, Teresa was one of those women who could actually have an orgasm just by my doing that. There were times after we'd been doing this for a while, she would shudder, and then shortly after...was when she'd almost have to forcibly make me give them up. Not that I minded, especially knowing, we'd be doing it all, all over again, the following day. My problem was...I was beginning to think that I would forever have a persistent case of perpetual "blue-balls". I'd pretty much decided that was just the way it was, and that I'd have to learn to get used to it. Sure...after I got home, I'd furiously jerk off until the flames had momentarily been extinguished, but it was still a bit frustrating. I was now playing the same old "two second" hold game on her pussy that had taken me several years to get past and make it even this far with her breasts. At that rate, I'd be well into my late twenties before I even got to see her pussy, let alone anything else. I wasn't sure I could be that patient. But once more, Teresa was way ahead of me. *My first triple* It was another one of those rare precious times we could actually go out on a real date. Dinner and a movie...and not just a drive in. And though that certainly didn't allow for us doing anything inside a sit down theatre, even the drive home back to her place always held the promise of something more. She'd very often tease me, excite and arouse me by removing her bra in that almost magical fashion women can. Without taking anything else off. Suddenly, pulling it through the sleeves of a blouse or sweater, tossing it behind into the back seat. (I even think I had two or three others at this point I hadn't as yet gotten around to bringing back to her). But that was always a good sign that we'd still have some mess around time even if her mother happened to be home that evening, which she was in this case. Which made this particular night even more memorable, exciting...and to some degree, wickedly dangerous. We were still a bit early yet from the time we said we probably would be back when I pulled onto her street. "Cut your lights," she told me as we slowly approached. "And then cut the engine too," she added. I did both, silently letting the car drift up in front of her place. The lights were still on of course, including the porch light, though it was just dim enough not to shine down on us as we pulled over against the curb. Though her mom was home, and no doubt still up, she wouldn't be expecting us yet for one thing, but even if she did see us, and come out the front door, we'd have plenty of time to make ourselves presentable before getting out. Or so I hoped anyway. But I was again just expecting some more titty play before we called it a night again. So imagine my surprise when she turned towards me and said, "Baby...take it out, I want to please you." You don't really plan these things. I know I certainly didn't, hadn't...though maybe she did. Maybe she had been thinking about it all day, all evening. But she certainly didn't let me in on it until the very last moment. So it's not like you actually come prepared for this. Especially when it's the very first time. I'm not even sure I had heard her correctly when she said that, I was still trying to comprehend the words she'd just spoken, which weren't made any easier to understand either as she once again lifted that still favorite sweater of mine up again over her breasts. (Maybe I should have taken a clue in the sweater...I think it too was magical in a way). But there I was looking at her gorgeous bare breasts as she leaned up against the passenger door and window, looking at me. "Unless of course you don't want to," came the famous last words. I don't think I've ever unzipped my fly that fast before, realizing she was actually serious. Though even then I hesitated, reaching in myself, taking it out. But then she started playing with her own breasts, and that's all it took. A moment later, I was sitting there with my cock (at least it was nice and hard already) sticking up and out as she sat there staring at it. Finally, she moved over, placing her hand on it, and then as though she'd been doing this for a number of years, began jerking me off. I knew the moment she began doing that, there was only two ways this was going to go. Thank god it didn't go the way I was fearing the most, though it almost went too far the other way. I was nervous as hell. Sure...excited beyond belief. After all, Teresa actually had my cock in her hand and was playing with it! But I was still nervous, now fearful of her mom suddenly stepping outside. Or worse, perhaps even sneaking out the backdoor, seeing us parked there out in front, wanting to surprise us...catch us. And oh yeah...would she ever if she were to do that. Especially now. So maybe that helped a little, took the edge off the excitement, adding a pinch of fear into the mix. Which was just enough to keep me from losing it all too soon. The pleasure of my girlfriend's hand, hell...a different hand other than my own, now working my dick was far more than I could have ever imagined happening at this point. And yet...here she was. It felt so fucking good that I finally started to realize that I was going to be shooting off in my girlfriend's stroking hand before too much longer here. And that now raised another concern. Once more, way ahead of me Teresa smiled looking down at my rock hard cock and tightening balls, and said. "Rick? Do you have anything?" Had I known, had a clue that this was even remotely on the agenda for this evening, I'd have brought something with me. Ironically, having cleaned out the car earlier in preparation for a real date, I'd discarded the few paper napkins I'd tossed over into the back seat from one too many fast food stop offs. As it was, I couldn't think of a single fucking thing we could use. Hell, I even had a first aid kit in the trunk in the event of a real emergency. Little help here for that. This was a different kind of an emergency. I swear, someone should invent an emergency first sex kit or something. They'd make a fortune on it. Have it handy in the trunk of the car for whenever it was needed, right next to the first aid kit perhaps. I was even trying to imagine all the things you could put inside it, beyond the obvious of course, for situations just like this one when she spoke again. "I take it you don't have anything." "Shit!" Was all I said still trying to come up with something we could use, though now worried that because I didn't, she'd stop...once more leaving me high and dry, only this time far fucking worse than a simple case of blue balls. Which is what I thought was happening as she suddenly let go of my cock, once more leaning back against the passenger door. "Hold that thought," she grinned wickedly, suddenly raising her ass right there in front of me as I watched her suddenly lift the short skirt she was wearing, grabbing the hem of her white bikini panties, struggling out of them as she lowered them down her legs. "Grab them and pull," she announced, which I happily did of course, though now wondering where any of this was going. Was she actually considering fucking me? Not possible, no fucking way. Not here, not now...not like this. I was right about that, she wasn't. But what she now offered was almost as good. (I said almost). It wasn't something I had actually done before, (though I certainly have since). But then taking the panties back away from me as I sat there holding them in my hand, she placed them over the head of my cock, effectively covering it completely, though her hand still felt damn fucking good. But then again, so did her silky like feeling panties as she picked up where she'd left off. "There, now you can squirt whenever you're ready," she informed me. (Note to whoever decides to make a "first aid sex kit" to include a silk or satin pair of sexy panties...trust me. Oh, and maybe a short length of soft nylon rope too. I'll explain later.) The thing was, I'd actually seen my girlfriends pussy for the first time too, albeit very briefly, too briefly...but I had, and was now sitting there realizing that as the tickling sensation deep within my balls was alerting me to the fact I was going to be shooting off here in a second or two. And I also knew, just by that preliminary sensation, this was going to be the mother-fucking best orgasm of my entire life. (Sorry about that mom, it's just an expression). But the truth was...it was going to be. "Holy shit babe!" Was all I managed. And then I think my entire body somehow became weightless, or I found super human strength or something, lifting my ass completely off the seat, toes curling into the floorboard like a ballerina as I somehow arched my back, meeting that delicious stroke of my girlfriends hand as it came down, me coming up...and then just coming. Over, and over...and over again. Nonstop for what felt like a fucking eternity. Her panties were soaked. But then again, they sorta had been before I soaked them myself, which was something else that added to all this wicked deliciousness too. "Holy shit baby," she said as my semen literally soaked through her panties, enough that it bubbled up through the material and still managed to soak her hands and fingers. "Do you...always come like that?" "Only when you do it," I informed her, seeing the smile on her face after saying that. She knew what I meant. The problem was, I was still pretty messy, even with the panties catching most of it, though she used those to finish wiping me off with the best that she could. And then she surprised me again, perhaps without thinking when she did it, actually licking some of the residue off her fingers. It was like watching her after she'd baked and frosted a cake. I don't think I'd ever be able to see her do that again without thinking about this very moment. "Shit babe," I said looking at her as she just then realized what she'd done. "What?" Don't laugh...back then, I'm not even sure shit like that was legal. Or even if it was, I'd never heard of ANYONE, EVER doing that. I'd never even seen it, and it wasn't a subject that was even discussed amongst any of the guys...seriously. "My stuff, you ah...shit babe...you ok?" I asked somewhat worriedly. I mean the last thing I wanted to see was Teresa suddenly gagging, puking on me after experiencing some horrible chemical reaction or something. I could almost see it happening. Talk about a major bummer after such a major orgasmic explosion, especially as it was my first one ever with her. But what she said was, "Actually, it's not half bad...not like anything my girlfriends said it would be like." "Jesus," I thought to myself. "You mean to tell me girls actually talk about shit like that when guys don't?" And then I said..."Yeah?" "Yeah, haven't you ever tasted yourself?" "Are you kidding? Why would I? Have you?" Teresa's look gave me the answer. But what was even more interesting, was the fact we'd never really discussed it, never talked about it, it was a subject that just never came up, until now anyway. And then I suddenly knew, Teresa masturbated too, obviously...and now I had another interesting image, fantasy, to add to my stored collection. "Of course I have silly," she responded back. "Kind of hard not to...you know?" As she now wiggled her fingers at me, laughing. Two fingers in fact, which again spoke volumes. "Well," she then said suddenly changing the subject on me here, leaving me with my mouth still hanging open, my somewhat flaccid dick still hanging out. "I'd best go inside before mom discovers we're out here," she said putting all my toys away, straightening her skirt once more, though tossing her cum filled panties into the back seat, along with the bra she'd discarded earlier. "Oh, and do me a favor though if you would please. When you wash those? And you WILL be bringing them back, along with ALL my other bras, make sure you wash them on the delicate cycle, otherwise you'll ruin everything." "Ah...Teresa?" I began finally putting myself away. "Would you like it if I..." She actually blushed, giggled and then opened her car door stepping out before I could run around to do it for her. She stood waiting for me as I finally managed to get out myself, speaking at me over the roof of the car. "Eventually...maybe. Let's not rush things ok?" "Ok," I responded back a bit dejectedly, though I asked her something else. "Can I...at least see it again? This time a bit longer than a second or two? I mean after all, you've seen me...so I'd sort of really enjoy seeing you." She turned walking up the steps towards the front door, but I heard her as she said, "Maybe...I'll think about it." I kissed her goodnight at the door, thanked her for the lovely hand job, and floated home I think. It had been one of those incredibly memorable evenings. And yes...I washed her stuff on delicate the following day after mom and dad left for a while. With plans on seeing her again the following day, even though it was a Sunday, her mom had pulled a Sunday shift at the restaurant she was working at, so we had every intention of taking advantage of things again. Something we always did too of course. And we would yet again accomplish another milestone when we did. *Mirror Images* The nice thing about Sundays was, even though Sunday's were a rarer day for us in being together, was if Teresa's mom had to work one. When she did, it meant we had all sorts of private time to be together. Being Catholic, Teresa's sister and brother had no choice but to go to church. Which usually meant, a minimum of two hours, if not usually three where we were totally alone. Sure, Teresa was expected to go too, but at eighteen now, that was one of the few things her mom allowed her to make her own decisions about. And since she did go most of the time even then, on the days when her mom worked and didn't go herself, neither did Teresa. Though her sister and brother weren't given the same options as she was. Which was fine by me. I pretty much had the same call myself needless to say. And so it was, that I rushed over to her place the minute she called me to inform me her siblings had just left. After what happened the night before, I was hopeful for just about anything, and rushed over (with her panties and bras all cleaned and folded for her too!) She must have been thinking about the night before almost as much as I had been. Almost from the moment I walked in the door, taking my hand, leading me over to sit down on the couch, we got right to it. This time there were no preliminaries, no small talk, no easing into anything. I honestly believe this was the first time she was hornier than I was! I swear, it was inside of two minutes that I was sitting next to her on the couch sucking on her tits. And it was two minutes after that, when she asked me. "So...you still want to see it?" Do bears shit in the woods? Though I think all I managed to do was sit there shaking my head yes. And then she stood, telling me she'd be right back as I watched her walk around the hallway corner heading towards her bedroom. I had no idea why...but I was certainly content to wait. She came back moments later carrying a fairly large hand held mirror. Ok, don't laugh...but this is the way I first got a really good look at her pussy. No kidding. Teresa came out sitting back down next to me there on the couch. Curious, I sat waiting...wondering. "Sit back, look...it's the only way you're going to see it," she told me. (No...I'm still not kidding here). So I did. She'd been wearing a skirt, and like the night before, she'd removed her panties, only this time, leaving them back in her bedroom perhaps. So there we are, sitting side by side on the couch, and she holds this enormous hand-held mirror down between her legs, and then says. "OK, go ahead and look." Now...it wasn't the style back then to run around sporting a shaved, or even a trimmed pussy per say. And I'll be the first to admit, I'd caught a glimpse here and there of my own mother's on infrequent occasion. And she was Irish. So you can only imagine. But here...Teresa being Spanish and all, I was surprised at what I initially was looking at. She didn't have much pubic hair at all. And what she did have, was so fine...and thin, that it literally laid down straight, almost as though she'd combed it that way. Now it's not like I'd seen a lot of women's cunts before...not like this anyway, mostly in a few magazines (the really dirty kind) where about all you ever did see was a thick bush. (Much like mom's, only her's was bright fucking red in color!) Teresa's pussy hair was jet black, but like I said, not much of it, thin, and wispy, laying down flat just above this magnificent looking slit. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. But...I wasn't seeing much else, not certainly inside, not with her legs tightly closed, and me looking into a mirror at her, which we both were. "Well? Satisfied?" I think I remember saying "It's beautiful!" (Score points for me on this one, because it led to a hell of a lot more because of it, I think.) "Yeah? Really? You think so? Really?" "Yeah, really," and then I told her I'd seen mom's once or twice, ALL bush...and ALL red. She laughed at that, told me her mom was the same way, though dark black too...but yeah, real hairy and all bush. I then told her how I thought her slit looked really cute. (Well it did!) and then she said "Yeah? You like it then?" I told her I did of course, and said I'd like to see it again if she'd let me. But this time...without the mirror. She thought about it for a moment, and then stood up, reaching for my hand. I took hers...and felt my heart jump up somewhere inside my throat as she then led me down that hallway towards her bedroom. "Don't go getting any ideas," she informed me. "We're not having sex. Well...not intercourse anyway," she then added. Which told me in an instant a number of things. We were about to do something...far more perhaps, or at the very least, as much as we had done. Only this time, once again in broad daylight. "No more than an hour though," she likewise stated. "I don't want to take any chances in getting caught." Once again telling me, we were definitely about to do something. And then Teresa took off every stitch of clothing she had on. What If It was the first time I had seen her completely naked. And interestingly enough, it really put her large sized breasts into perspective. They looked even bigger on her small sized frame. She looked amazing, though she was blushing furiously as she crawled onto her bed, waiting for me to undress, which I hurriedly did of course. I remember shaking like a leaf. Though I'm pretty sure she was too. The two of us, laying there next to one another, hands and fingers and mouths seemingly everywhere at once. We literally couldn't get enough of one another. But it was spectacular for me anyway...when I finally reached down, cupping her bare (well you know what I mean) pussy, actually holding it, palming it, without her shooing my hand away after two or three seconds. I then began to "diddle" her as we called it. Just finger-tip diddling mind you, not really fingering her inside. After all, she truly was a virgin then, and even as I learned later, how she masturbated, never included anything ever going inside. All pretty much clitorial (ok...my own word, but I like it). And all the while, she's jerking and fondling me again, so we're now enjoying our first ever mutual masturbation with one another. Yet another first here. And to be honest, I had pretty much figured out this was about as far as things were going to go, and I would have honestly been ok with that. So maybe it had something to do with me actually touching her, being touched. I mean, shit...the way it felt when she touched me the first time? Nothing like it, having someone else doing you besides yourself. So maybe it was that way for her too, who knows. Whatever the case, or reason, next thing I know, she's slithering down my body...yeah, you guessed it. Within forty eight hours, I had experienced my first ever hand job, and now...about to experience my first ever blowjob too. *Oral sex OMG* Now obviously she was a novice at this, just as much as I was. And I had nothing to compare it to anyway. So maybe if I had had, I'd have looked back and said it wasn't the greatest blowjob in the world. But...when it's your first blowjob ever, it IS the greatest, regardless of what she's doing, or how. At first, it was tentative little licks of the tongue (why the hell they even call it a blowjob in the first place escapes me. But again I digress here). But even that felt utterly amazing to me, and if I thought I was shaking like a leaf before, it was nothing in comparison to the way I was shaking now. I felt spastic in a sense. I mean sure, it tickled some too, the way she was doing things, but fuck...the mental part more than made up for the lack of any real technique on her part. I mean think about it...I'm laying there getting my dick licked...and soon sucked! I mean it's only natural that the one would at some point in time, follow the other. Which it did. And that did feel unbelievably good. Short of the baggy full of whipping cream I'd once used to jerk off with, I'd never felt anything like it before. (Hey...give me a break, it's better than fucking a pie isn't it?) Call me chivalrous perhaps. But in truth, it also had a lot to do with me not yet wanting to blow my load. (Not to mention the fact that I think we were both still unclear on cum coming anywhere's near another person's mouth at the time). But since I was getting close here (too close) it was time to back her off for a bit before I embarrassed myself. Although there was a bit of surprised joy in this for her too when I suddenly rolled her over, and then slithered down her body, kissing every square inch of her along the way. She actually sat up, propping herself on her elbows looking down at me. "And where do you think you're going?" She asked. "Where do you think I'm going," I said still kissing. "I'm about to return the favor here." "Oh yeah...righ...Oh my God!" She said instead. I'm not sure I even meant to, or like I said, being a novice at this myself here. But I hit her pleasure button. Probably by mistake. But one thing I've always prided myself on, is that I've always learned from my mistakes. And so I licked it again, that little knot I found, that precious little nodule of nerve endings. And then suddenly she's flat on her back again. Hands on her tits...pulling on them harder than I ever had, that's for damn sure. And me, lapping away at her like I'd died and gone to pussy heaven. Looking up, watching her, her head rolling back and forth on her pillow. Her ass bouncing, as I now slipped my hands beneath her, cupping it, more or less holding on, though it helped tremendously. Now I've never ridden a bucking bronco in my entire life, and have no plans to ever do so either. But, just holding onto her ass at least gave me an idea which way she was going, so I managed to ride her for the full eight seconds at least before she exploded. (Ok, so it was longer than eight seconds, but you get my point here). I made Teresa come. With my mouth. Maybe it wasn't her first orgasm ever...but it was the first one she'd ever given to me in that sense. Damn I felt good. I'd just made a woman cum. Me. With my mouth no less. And then she sucked the life out of me a short time after that. And yeah...she did the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the unspeakable. She swallowed me whole, even when I told her I was about to come. Even then, she still did it, still took it. And I knew I was going to tell every fucking friend I ever had, ever knew, even strangers on the street perhaps, that she swallowed my fucking come, and said she enjoyed doing it afterwards even. Actually liked it, and wanted to do it again, as soon as I could manage it. Well...I would have. But then she said. "And don't you ever dare fucking tell anyone I did that to you, or I'll never do it again." Mums the word. Oral sex became our favorite past time. Whenever, and wherever we could manage it. It seriously became almost an obsession between us. I shit you not. Next thing I know, I'm getting blowjobs (ok...suck jobs) before school outside in my car sitting in the parking lot. (I still to this day wish the hell I could have told the guys. But...I also knew a good thing when I had it too). So, I kept my mouth shut. And then we'd race home back to my place after school. Being an only child, with mom and dad both working, that meant we had another two hours of alone time before she had to be home. And so we spent most of that entertaining one another orally again. We did it all. Perfected the fine art of '69' in any and all positions you can even dream up. We did it. Which was more of a novelty to be perfectly honest about it, as I think we both preferred, and eventually settled into, doing one another, taking turns pleasuring one another. Which felt better, especially as we could just lay back and concentrate on what the other one was doing to you. I even lost a little weight. And mom even commented on that once, asking me if I was working out again. I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't. Or worse, tell her what I was doing instead. Though one day dad came home unexpectedly and found us doing that. To my surprise, he didn't kill me (or us) wasn't even mad. If anything, he just smiled though Teresa was embarrassed to tears. But that's another story, for another time. Yet though in a way, it was another first too. First time we got caught. Though it wouldn't be the last time either. Weeks, and then months passed with Teresa and I enjoying life together. Though admittedly at this point I was (and had been) thinking about the two of us actually "doing it". We'd even discussed it briefly...talked about it at least. The good news was, she was thinking about it too, and admittedly was wondering what it would be like. I figured then, it was only a matter of time. *And then the wheels came off* I remember distinctly that it was a Saturday. I'd gone over to Teresa's house. Her mom was of course at work, though her brother and sister were still there. Unfortunately, as long as they were, we couldn't do anything but sit there and watch TV together. Hopefully, her brother and sister would get bored hanging around, or would eventually run off and do something with their friends. It was the best we could hope for. We couldn't even suggest the idea, not with Sara anyway. Even sitting, or just laying on Teresa's bed in her bedroom, doing nothing aside from a feel here and there, Sara would pop in and out of her room unannounced, uninvited, and unexpectedly. I swore it was her lot in life to either try and catch us doing something, or to keep us from doing it. And probably both. As long as Sara was hanging around, we didn't dare do anything. Nothing but talk usually, which wasn't so bad, unless Teresa was in one of those serious discussion moods. Which today...was one she happened to be in. We were indeed laying on top of her bed together. I had managed one or two titty fondles, which Teresa allowed, or ignored either way, using that perhaps as a way of keeping my attention when she suddenly told me out of the clear blue sky, that her mother had asked her about us. "What about us?" I responded back, suddenly forgetting all about the tits I'd been playing with. "She asked me if we'd done anything." "You're kidding me! And what did you say?" "I can't lie to her Rick, you know that. So I told her." "You told her? Told her what? What did you tell her?" I now asked worriedly. Already I could see her mom fuming, throwing her hands up in the air, yelling at her...planning on some way of killing me perhaps. "Everything. I told her everything. She wanted to know, everything...all the details." "Holy shit! Seriously? What happed then?" "She was a little pissed at first," Teresa continued. "No shit." "But after she calmed down, she told me she was glad we hadn't, you know...done it." For the first time, I was actually glad we hadn't. "And then what?" "Well, we talked about things." "Things?" "Yeah, things...stuff, stuff we've done. Mom asked me if I had enjoyed it," I groaned, rolling my eyes, disbelief, panic, confusion suddenly clouding my thoughts though I continued listening. "I think she was a little jealous." "Jealous? Seriously? Why?" "Because she and dad never really were very affectionate, not like that. And there was, well...there was stuff he just wouldn't do. Not like we have anyway, so she was sort of jealous about that, asking me why I liked it, what it felt like." "Oh my god!" "Yeah, no shit," Teresa said with a bit of a blank look on her face, obviously recalling the details of their conversation. "I honestly thought she was going to come unglued, ground me, forbid me from ever seeing you again...but she didn't. Instead, we talked more about some of the stuff we had done, where, when..." "Holy shit!" I said again, recalling all those times myself now, and now realizing, Darlene, Teresa's mom knew all about them as well. "So then what happened?" I pressed nervously, worriedly. I knew from past discussions we'd had, what Teresa's plans and future goals were. Similar to my own in many ways, though her college education was pretty much taken care of, unlike my own. I have to give Darlene credit in one regard, now trying to make ends meet with little help and support from her ex-husband, though he did occasionally pay what he could. Darlene had still managed to set aside a little bit towards her children's education. But there was an obvious price that came along with that as I was about to find out. I too had hoped and planned to go to college after graduating myself. But it was also a fact that if I did, I'd have to rely on putting myself through school. As such, I knew that I couldn't afford to do so on a full time basis, so my plans were to take what courses I could afford, until such time as I could do otherwise. Obviously, it was going to take me a lot longer to do that, but there was really no other options for me at the time. "She made me promise her something." "Promise her what?" I asked already having a pretty good idea where all this was going. "She made me promise, that no matter what it was we have been doing, that I wouldn't give you my virginity, or anyone for that matter, until my wedding night." I knew then any hope I had of actually having sexual intercourse with Teresa had gone right out the window. "And what was the second promise?" I found myself asking, feeling let down and deflated. "That I wouldn't get married until after I had graduated from college." "Jesus Teresa, you didn't actually agree to that did you? I mean...what about...what about us?" We had only really danced around the issue of the two of us actually one day getting married. There had been nothing concrete or specific with regards to that. Idle chat, testing the waters though we entertained the thought, never really taking it beyond that. Going to college after graduating was something we both planned on doing. Whatever happened during that, was something else entirely. But tying in Teresa's virginity to that, seemed totally absurd. "What about us?" She responded back. "We've never really committed to one another regarding a future. We both agreed to take a 'wait and see' attitude about it, unless you've changed your mind," she said rolling over and away from me, letting me know as she did that, that her tits were suddenly off limits again. I gave up, sitting up. "No, it's just that..." "You want to fuck me is what," she said sounding angry now, upset. "I understand that, and don't think I haven't thought about it too Rick. But I promised mom, and that's that. She doesn't seem to be too terribly upset about the rest of it, though she doesn't exactly condone what we're doing either. But as long as we don't take things all the way, she's willing to accept it. Oh...and one more thing though. She wants to talk to you, one on one herself." "Fuck!" I said already imagining the conversation we'd be having. With Teresa out of the picture, I was pretty sure our conversation wouldn't be nearly as congenial as the one Teresa had had with her mother. "When?" "When's your next night off?" I thought, "Um, Tuesday," I said going over the work schedule in my head. "That's perfect then," Teresa told me. "I have to work myself until ten, but mom has the night off too. I'll tell her you'll be over then," she said still sounding a bit surely though at least smiling a little again. Sara made one of her unannounced appearances shortly after that, and made it obvious she planned on hanging around, further interrupting our conversation. I decided the evening was a total loss at this point because of that, and decided to head home. Teresa didn't make any attempt to stop me either, so it was definitely time to leave. It also meant I probably wouldn't see much of her outside of school until the weekend. Graduation was only a few weeks away at this point, and we were both busy with projects we were working on in getting prepared for that. So even our time at school together would be limited. "At least call me, and let me know how it went," she said at least kissing me at the door as I prepared to leave. "If I still have a head left," I told her, to which she actually did laugh. "Don't be so paranoid, or worried," she tried reassuring me. "Like I said, she wasn't that upset when I told her what we had been doing. In fact, I actually think she was actually a little aroused by it if you really want to know, especially since she kept asking me things about what it felt like, stuff like that. You know how it's been for her Rick, ever since she and dad divorced. She hasn't been out with anyone since then. So I know damn well she hasn't been having sex with anyone else. You know how she feels about divorce, in mom's way of thinking, which I think is ridiculous, she can't ever get married again." "Yeah, that is a little silly," I freely admitted. "I'd certainly never condemn myself to a life of celibacy." "Yeah, neither would I," Teresa winked, licking her lips, making me wonder if I should perhaps stick around for a little bit. But then she blew me another kiss and promptly closed the door. **Bewildered, strange conversation** I was nervous and apprehensive by the time I arrived that night, around seven o'clock as we'd agreed. Darlene met me at the door, and I was surprised to find she was wearing a robe as she invited me in, though I'd seen her wearing it before as she prepared to get ready for work. The thing was, she wasn't working tonight, so I found it odd. After coming in however, she immediately walked over and around the ironing board she had set up. "Hope you don't mind, but I thought I'd do all my ironing while we chat. Can I get you something to drink?" I took a seat on the couch next to her as she stood ironing. "No...no thanks, I'm good," I said steeling myself. "Yeah, that's what Teresa said," Darlene said not even looking up from her ironing as she stood there pressing one of her work blouses. "Did she just say what I thought she did?" I asked myself, though I didn't respond to that any further, remaining silent, fidgety, and again more nervous than ever if she had indeed said what she had, meaning it that way. "So, can we speak frankly and honestly here?" She then asked. "It's not my intent to embarrass or make you uncomfortable, but I do think it's important that we understand one another totally and completely, don't you agree?" "Yes mam," I said speaking formerly perhaps. "Call me Darlene," she then corrected me. "We're both adults here, and obviously we're discussing adult topics, or will be anyway," she then added only now looking up at me, gathering my eyes in hers. "Ok, Darlene..." I said sounding out her name perhaps for the first time really, though I could now feel the sweat starting to trickle down my neck into my shirt. "Sure I can't get you anything to drink?" She asked. "I'd like one," she then said speaking more to herself than to me. "I know I probably shouldn't be offering, but...can I get you a beer? Would you mind getting me one?" "Ah...sure," I said now changing my mind, standing up and heading into the kitchen to grab us a couple, returning a moment later with them. Darlene was just then reaching down into a nearby laundry basket retrieving yet again another blouse to be ironed. As she did, leaning over, the front of her robe billowed out, I stood there glancing down at her, still holding onto our beers as I easily saw one of her breasts quite clearly. It was now obvious to me, she didn't have anything on underneath it, though if she was totally naked was still a mystery. It was bad enough I had seen one of her tits, and quickly turned my eyes away. "Ah, here..." I said sitting her beer down on the end of the ironing board, retaking my seat, though by now at least she had straightened up again, beginning to iron the next blouse. "Thanks," she said taking a quick sip, once again eying me. I took a drink myself, waiting. "So...I assume Teresa talked to you a little bit about what we discussed," she began finally. "Some," I countered taking another sip. "Told you about refraining from having intercourse with you...or anyone else until she's through with college?" "Ah yeah, she mentioned that," I said once again feeling fidgety. "Think you can live with that?" She asked as she stopped ironing, looking at me directly again. "Do I really have a choice?" I countered feeling a bit bolder now, perhaps with the beers help, though I felt like I was cornered here to some degree, which may have added to that. Not to mention that I was oddly aroused, just a little, having accidentally gotten a pretty good look at one of Darlene's bare breasts. "No, not really," she countered back. "Not if Teresa expects me to support her through college she doesn't." She went back to ironing again, and I looked up watching her, waiting for the next comment. As she did however, I noticed that the gap in her robe seemed to have widened just a little as she continued ironing. I could now see just a small portion of one of her breasts, a bit of cleavage that was suddenly showing itself as she stood there moving the iron back and forth over her blouse. What If "You know I don't necessarily condone what the two of you have been doing either, but I'm also not foolish enough to think I'll convince either one of you to refrain from doing any of that either. I know...I was your age once, so I've been there, done that. Made a few mistakes myself along the way. Frankly, I married one. Though don't get me wrong, I don't regret having the kids we had together, not for a moment. But we had sex way too early, which resulted in our getting married early, which of course is when Teresa came along." I'd always known that Teresa's mom was young when she had her, right around eighteen or nineteen herself when she was born. Which accounted for the fact that Darlene didn't look anywhere's near her age either. Mature yes, but attractively so, which was becoming more and more apparent as she ironed. I was now catching glimpses of a well rounded portion of her left breast as it periodically made an appearance as her arm moved back and forth over the blouse she was ironing. She finished that one, hung it up, and leaned over to grab another. Sure enough, this time her entire boob fell out. She noticed it though, quickly adjusting things before standing up once again, new blouse in hand. Her robe once more, more appropriately gathered together. Obviously she had finally realized how close she was to unknowingly revealing her entire self. She went back to ironing as I sipped on my drink. Once more waiting on her as she continued. "Like I was saying...once you've partaken of the forbidden fruit, it's ludicrous to think that you won't be partaking of it again. Which is why I feel it's necessary to put my foot down on the issue of the two of you actually engaging in intercourse. At least if I stop that from happening, you won't be tempted in that way." I opened my mouth, intending to speak, but thought better of it. Especially as I noticed her robe had seemingly parted all on its own again. Only this time, even more so than it had been. Now I was seeing the entire side of her left breast, as well as the gentle full under slope of it as she stood ironing. I knew I was only millimeters away from seeing an exposed nipple, and found myself holding my breath rather than speaking. "How is it anyway?" She then asked, catching me off guard, taking me by surprise at her bold question. "Ah...what? Sorry," I said in questioning. Wondering if I had heard her right. "You know...oral sex with my daughter. Do you enjoy it with her? Do you enjoy doing that to her?" She boldly and frankly asked me flat out, once again just holding onto the iron looking directly at me. Though to make things worse perhaps, her left breast was now entirely exposed, nipple and all as it literally poked out through the opening of her robe, which had parted considerably, gaping almost completely open. "The reason I'm asking you that, and again speaking as one adult to another, is I'm trying to understand the fascination here, the temptation as it were. And if in the two of you engaging in an activity like that, that it will be good enough. Or will you grow tired of it, and demand more from her? More than what she's willing to give you, given the circumstances." I was still staring at her exposed tit, forcing my eyes away from it, looking up into hers. Only then did she look down, realizing she was exposed, and nonchalantly tucking her boob back into her robe once again. But beyond that, she said nothing about it, nor apologize, or act embarrassed upon the discovery. "Well?" I could really feel the sweat now, not only down my back, but on my forehead too. "Yeah, I do. We do...we both do," I said stammering somewhat, more than a little flustered here for obvious reasons. "Then explain it to me," she said taking a much larger pull on her beer before sitting it down again. "Excuse me?" I asked. "Remember, we're being adults, talking frankly with one another, so don't be so timid or shy. Hell Rick, you just saw my bare breast, so you must know I'm not exactly a prude, but I'll be the first to admit, I'm probably not as knowledgeable as my own daughter is in certain areas. All I'm trying to do here, is gain a better understanding of things. Frankly, oral sex...wasn't part of our marriage," she openly admitted. "In all the years that Michael and I were married, never once did he ever put his mouth on me, so I have no idea what that's even like." "Holy shit, really?" "Yes...really. And I only gave him a blowjob, I guess you call it, a handful of times. Not that he didn't like it, because he did. But he struggled with liking it for some damned reason, possibly because he knew I was expecting some sort of similar back from him, which like I said, he never did. So...again, I'm asking partially out of curiosity, yes. What's so special about it for one thing I suppose, but again...is it special enough that you think, or even that Teresa might think, it will be good enough without going on to anything else. And what about masturbation? I know she told me that the two of you enjoyed doing that for one another too. I just find it hard to accept that the two of you could also be content to just sit and masturbate one another without wanting to take everything further." My head was swimming here. Almost too much frankness in a way, especially coming from Teresa's mother. And especially as she continued ironing again, and as her robe once again parted, her breast playing peek-a-boob with me once more. "Now, like I was saying, and asking. There is a reason for my bluntness here with you. I really am trying to understand better here. So let's quit skirting around the issue, and be open and frank with one another...again like adults, ok?" "Ok," I said softly, still feeling a bit shaken, totally off guard, confused...even frightened in a way, and admittedly aroused, which was making it even worse. Up until now, I hadn't really given much thought to just how attractive Teresa's mother really was. They had similar shaped and sized breasts, that much I had learned. Darlene's nipples seemed to be slightly larger in diameter, and perhaps slightly darker in color too. Teresa's were more of a dark tan, where as Darlene's were a slightly darker color, more like a chocolate, which had a very interesting appeal to them, especially as hard as her nipples obviously were, though I had in fact only really seen one of them. "Good...I'm glad to hear you say that," she said finishing off her beer setting it off to one side. Though watching her as she turned, her robe now parted completely, the sash coming undone. I caught the briefest glimpse of a dark triangle of hair down between her legs, though she again caught her robe, reaching back, grabbing the tie, though only loosely wrapping it around itself once more before turning back towards me. "So as I was saying Rick, do you actually enjoy doing that to her? You know...actually licking her? Sticking your tongue inside my daughter's pussy? Or are you only doing that in an attempt to get her aroused, excited and thus wanting to do more with you than just that." Now I truly was uncomfortable. And not because of this conversation we were obviously having either. I was hard as a fucking rock, and thus sitting here, with my prick now cramped and aching like hell, was making it even worse for me. "No, I like doing it for her...to her," I finally managed to answer. "I like making her feel good." "So she does enjoy it then." "I think so yes...I mean, she does come." Darlene raised her eyebrows at that one. "So you're saying she has an orgasm while you're doing that?" "Yes." She fell silent for a moment as though trying to visualize that, reaching over, hanging up another ironed blouse, once again bending over towards the basket to retrieve another. I couldn't help it, my eyes followed. Sure enough, the robe parting, billowing as she stood. Placing the wrinkled blouse on the board, though she appeared to still be thinking, not yet reaching for the iron. Her right breast this time fully exposed as she stood there. "So you don't mind the way she tastes? That doesn't bother you? You don't find that repulsive or anything?" I swallowed, swallowed hard, reached for my now empty beer. "Why don't you grab us each another one," she said seeing me doing that. "And when you come back, I expect you to answer my question." The problem was, the moment I stood up to do that, I knew I'd most likely embarrass myself. Good hell, I had a fucking hard on, and there was no way in hell she wasn't going to not see that. She held out her empty to me to throw away. I had no choice now, figuring that maybe if I moved fast enough, quickly enough, she wouldn't notice. I stood, grabbing my empty, and then hers, and then walking as quickly as I could back into the kitchen again, taking time to adjust myself as best as I could before grabbing two more beers for us. There were two more remaining, and somehow I knew before the night was over, we'd have gone through the entire six-pack. I took a deep breath, looked down checking myself. I was still obviously hard, and there was still a bit of a bulge, but at least it wasn't quite as noticeable as it had been the first time. I came back into the room, handing her, her beer. Her breast once more carefully tucked away. But I saw her eyes, took note of the fact that they immediately looked down in the direction of my crotch. "Holy fucking shit! She HAD seen!" I thought to myself, which she confirmed seconds later. "Obviously you are aroused thinking about that," she began confirming my own suspicions. "I couldn't help but notice," she actually grinned just a little. "I can see and understand to some degree why you would be, and while admittedly I am too, just a little. It's hard not to be," She said chuckling at the unintended reference to my hard stiff cock. "Admittedly Rick, it has been a while for me obviously, as I'm sure you must know. I'm certainly no prude either, I'm just like everyone else in that regard as well. I have desires, fantasies, thoughts, just like everyone else. But I do what I can to control them, work through them, and with them. Do I masturbate? Certainly, I am after all only human...just like the two of you. And am I tempted from time to time? To go out, be with a man again? Of course I am. But I have learned to control those desires, put them off...and in some ways, ignore them." "Glad you can," I said aloud, not really meaning to perhaps, but I did. "I sure as hell know I couldn't!" Her eyes grew wide upon hearing that. Her smile taking on an almost sinister appearance as she nodded her head at me. "And that dear boy...is my point. I'm not sure I can trust you not trying to pressure Teresa into having sex with you eventually, even though she has herself promised me she wouldn't. But...you still haven't answered my other question either. So before we take this any further, I'd still like to hear what it is you have to say about the other." On the one hand, I wanted to stand up and bolt out the door. On the other, I was eerily aroused at this point, strangely enough, finding this whole conversation bizarre yes, but erotically arousing too. I decided to remain, see what else was going to come out of this, and where this all was eventually headed. One thing was for sure, Teresa was going to get an earful when we next spoke again. "Sweet. She tastes sweet. I like licking her pussy. I get as much pleasure in doing that for her, as I think she gets from my doing that to her." It was at that very moment I decided to fight fire with fire. If it had been, or was Darlene's intent to throw me off, embarrass me, or chase me away, by trying to intimidate me, or scare me, she was about to find out otherwise. If anything, it was now time to turn the tables on her to some degree perhaps. Maybe now it was time to shock her, put her back onto the balls of her feet, get her to back off...accept things the way they were, and allow the two of us to make our own decisions. Though I was still pretty sure that sexual intercourse with Teresa was a long way off. Maybe not until she actually graduated...but a long ways off yet, yes. **Things heat up, in more ways than one.** "So you DO like doing it then. You're not just going through the motions, doing something just to get your own way with her." "Yes, I like it. I enjoy going down on her, licking her pussy, especially sucking her clit." Yeah, maybe it was more than I should have said, or what I should have been telling her, sharing with her, but like I said, this was becoming a war of sorts, in a way. Though I was now wondering, asking myself if I had gone too far, especially by the look on her face. The fact she too now had to be flustered became obvious as she bent over once more reaching into the rapidly dwindling pile of skirts and blouses in her laundry basket. One hand reaching, the other as I saw actually slipping down through the folds of her robe, somewhere between her legs though she had turned slightly, as though trying to conceal the fact. She brought up a black skirt to iron, only then realizing, she hadn't ironed the still wrinkled blouse she had placed there earlier as yet. "Oh," she chuckled realizing her mistake, tossing the skirt back towards the basket. "I guess I'm getting ahead of myself here just a little now aren't I?" Her robe was completely open again. I could see the half moons of both breasts now threatening to spill out as she stood there beginning to iron the blouse. "She did tell me she enjoyed doing that to you too," Darlene now spoke. "So I suppose you probably do as well then. Just hard for me to imagine it I guess, never having felt that myself. Though like I said...the few times I sucked Michaels cock, I did enjoy it, found it arousing, so I guess knowing that much first hand, it doesn't surprise me that Teresa would too. And she did say, you are pretty well built. And by the looks of what I saw when you stood up, that much is clearly obvious. Michael wasn't all that big...smaller from most from what I've since learned, though his prick, and one other are the only two I have ever seen." She paused then looking at me. "No, I wasn't a virgin when Michael and I married if that's what you're wondering. Which is another reason I don't want Teresa making the same mistakes I did. And which is why the two of us are sitting here having this conversation so we can better understand one another, and where we're both coming from." Darlene sat the iron off to one side, picked up her beer again, draining half of it. Looking at me. "I don't think she's making a mistake being with me. And I certainly don't think I'm making any mistakes in wanting to be with her either," I finally commented, now drinking down almost as much beer as she had, waiting for her to respond back to that one. Which she did, but certainly not in the way I would have imagined. "Ok, then help to convince me this isn't, that it won't be. And maybe I'll relax, lighten up just a little," she said once again taking me by surprise to some extent, hearing her backing off...retreating just a little. Maybe the idea of having this conversation wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. One thing was for sure, it had certainly been damn interesting. She stepped around from the ironing board. And as she did, she completely undid the sash on her robe, letting it fall behind her. Her robe now completely parting, opening again, though she then helped in further revealing her entire self by putting her arms back behind her, still stepping forward until she stood no more than a foot away from me there on the couch. "I want you to have a look, a good look. I'm pretty sure that Teresa and I share the same genes. We're built similarly alike, I know...because I've certainly seen my own daughter, so I do know. And so I am also equally sure that this is pretty much how she'll look like when she's my age. So I'm asking you Rick, will you still be content with that? If the two of you ever do get married? Will you be content to be with one woman the rest of your life, someone that most likely will look very similar to the way I look? Do you find me attractive? At my age? Will you still find Teresa attractive, at my age?" She asked standing there revealing herself fully and completely towards me. My mouth had gone dry, I couldn't find any spit, reaching for my beer, knocking it over. Luckily the bottle didn't break, but the contents were pouring all over the carpeting. I reached for it. "No! Leave it! Answer the question!" If I thought I was prepared to fight this particular battle with her, I was wrong. I was definitely in retreat mode here. Unsure of what to say, or do for that matter. Almost frozen in place, in shock to some degree. But admittedly, looking at her, so brazenly standing as she was, demanding an answer, I finally gave her one. "Yes!" You're both...both beautiful," I heard myself saying, meaning it perhaps...honestly. I could see Teresa looking like this in a few years. Very sexy, very attractive, very alluring. Darlene stood nodding her head at me, reaching around now, grabbing her sash, closing her robe, securing it. "Show me your dick." She said. "What?" I felt a river of sudden goose bumps race up and down my entire body. I became light headed as well, wondering if the beer I'd so quickly consumed hadn't added to the almost freaky atmosphere and situation I now found myself sitting in. "Well for one thing. I know that the two of you will end up discussing part of this anyway. But I think that there are certain aspects of our discussion that best remain between the two of us, if you get my meaning." I got it perfectly, though I still had no clue as to what the purpose of me showing her my dick was about. "Ok, I get that...but why, why ah...fuck," I said actually saying the word, blushing upon realizing I had, though she didn't comment on that, so I stammered, and continued on. "Why is it that you want to see MY dick?" I finally blurted out. "Two reasons," she said calmly enough. "I know if you do, then you won't dare run off and tell her about most of this, which I think should remain just between you and I. So by showing me your cock, it gives me assurance that you won't. Obviously, if you do...then I'd have some sort of reprisal against you for using any of this against me." It made sense in a way...maybe, but even then, I wasn't at all comfortable by this strange twist of circumstance and reasoning. "And the other?" I found myself actually asking her, to which she smiled just a little, the seriousness in her face softening. "Obviously, you're a bit bigger than either of the two men I've ever been with ever were. So I'm obviously just curious, curious to see, admittedly. But there's another reason behind that too, I want to reassure myself, that when and if the time does come, Teresa will be prepared to handle it. I may be inexperienced with a larger man's size, girth, length...that sort of thing. But I told you earlier, I do masturbate, and so I do have knowledge of what it takes to handle something considerably larger," she now told me. "So, since you've obviously seen me...only fair that I now see you, and put things back on an even keel between us." I couldn't believe that I actually did it. But I suddenly found myself reaching down, unbuttoning my jeans, and unzipping my fly. **And then it got even weirder** I guess I should have known better. I was only asking for trouble here I suppose. But when you're eighteen, sitting there with a hard on, you're not thinking very clearly. I know now I certainly wasn't. It had been my intent, to unzip, fish it out, show her...and stick it back in again. Needless to say, that didn't happen. "No!" She exclaimed the moment I made any movement in doing just that. "Not so fast, I want to see it, get a good look...same way you did with me," she said freezing me in place. "So...all the way, pants down around your ankles Rick, so I can look at you closely." What If She then sat down next to me there on the couch, just looking at first, peering over at me. I honestly think I had my eyes closed, because I remember them flying open seconds later when I felt her hand suddenly wrap itself around me. I think in hindsight, I might have bolted from the seat, and perhaps should have. But with my jeans down around my ankles at the moment, I wouldn't have gone too far or very fast before falling over onto my face. "Relax, like I told you...I just want to see, feel...get an idea," she said calmly enough, calming me, though my heart at this point was beating about a thousand miles an hour here. "You are pretty big. Certainly bigger than either Frank or Michael," she told me. "And definitely harder too," she added as she suddenly stroked her hand up and down my shaft. God help me...it felt good when she did that. And then suddenly her robe was open again. Her beautiful tits sitting there staring me in the face practically, though I now caught movement of her other hand as it disappeared down between her own legs. I sat there in a state of disbelief and shock. She was actually fingering herself, all the while still stroking me. Yeah, I still should have stood up, regardless of my pants down around my ankles and gotten the hell out of there. But I didn't...I couldn't. I was plain and simply mesmerized by what I was seeing, by what was happening. Teresa was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. Darlene was firmly stroking my cock now, up and down, squeezing the head, capturing the significant amount of pre-cum fuck juice that dribbled out of the tip. She then used that to further smear around the head of my dick, pleasuring it, pleasuring me. Thoughts racing away inside my head, knowing this was wrong, way wrong...but knowing even as I asked myself that, it was already too late. I could feel the delicious sensations of my impending release only seconds away now as her lovely delicate hand continued to manipulate my cock. Her own hand, still working her own slit, the sounds of her free flowing juices easily heard, along with my own. She worked my cock, making it squish, slick with her efforts, the tingling of my balls now tightening. "Come with me," she then spoke. "Come for me...while I do," she gasped audibly, deeply, groaning now as this wail of pure unadulterated delight suddenly filled the air. Just as the semen from my cock began doing, as I spurted over, and over again. Fountains of my cream skyrocketing upwards from the head of my cock, landing everywhere, splashing against her, me...so much of it that it took us both by surprise. Only when she had fully and completely milked out every bit of my orgasmic release that she could, did she finally remove her hand. And then surprised me once more, as she began licking, and tasting her fingers. "Always wondered what that would taste like, now I know," she grinned, still licking sucking them off. "At least now I can understand better why Teresa doesn't mind doing this for you." "Fuck...Teresa!" It was like getting punched in the face with a sledgehammer. "I...I...I need to get going," I stammered once again, this time standing up, grabbing my jeans, pulling them up as I did, stuffing my now very spent cock back inside them again as Darlene now stood as well, though not moving away from me. I felt her taking my hand in hers, lifting it. "Not before you make me a promise," she said seriously. "Ok, I promise!" I said not even knowing what I promising to do here when I said it. She laughed. "I mean it," she said, lifting my hand with hers, now placing it on her bare breast, clasping it, holding it there, though I didn't dare take it away either. "Fuck...now I was touching her mother's tit no less!" I thought. "I know you and Teresa will talk about this...some of this anyway, but promise me that certain things we discussed and shared here will remain between us...for obvious reasons." "I promise!" I blurted out again, shaking like a leaf now, starting to step back, though she held me firmly against her, her hand still over mine, still holding it against her breast as I felt her squeeze it, and thus forcing me to squeeze her tit in the process. "And..." "And?" "Promise me something else too," she said holding me against her. "What?" I said shaking, totally expecting Teresa to come walking in through the door any moment now, with my luck, even though she wouldn't be getting off work for at least another hour yet. "Promise me that if you ever feel like you can't honor my request, Teresa's promise...that you'll come to me instead then." "What?" "You heard what I said. If what the two of you are doing, no longer is enough, if you can't avoid temptation, then come to me instead. You can fuck me, as often as you want, wherever you want...just not her!" She let me go then, stepping back, as I did. As though two magnets now facing one another the wrong way. "You're...you're serious?" "Very," she said speaking so. "Or anything else for that matter too," she then added. "And it will remain just between us, I promise you that too," she added. "As long as you never fuck my daughter." I stood there like one of those waggle dog dolls in the window of the car, just shaking my head, though my whole entire body was still shaking too as I left the house. She stood just inside the door, her robe still open as she called out to me one last time. "Remember Rick, mum's the word." Now where had I heard that one before? *Anxiety in spades* Needless to say I didn't sleep much that night. Tossing and turning in bed. I still couldn't believe what had happened, or why it had happened. Replaying it over and over in my mind, trying to sort it all out, reason it all out. Justify it where I could. In the end, I couldn't of course, all I could do was accept it, and vow to never let it happen again. Never put myself in a position where it could. But more importantly, never ever tell Teresa everything either. Sure, I knew we'd discuss what it was that her mother and I supposedly did talk about. But I was going to let it be very generic, hopefully keep it down to what I hoped was a very similar conversation she'd had with her, mostly about the two of us just not having intercourse. And hope I'd get away with that. I was lucky enough at school too, normally picking her up to take her to school, she had gone in earlier to help out with the set decorations that were being made for graduation before school started. So it meant not seeing or being with her until lunchtime at least. Even then I was dreading the questions that would most certainly come. We met outside her locker just as we always did. I smiled, kissing her, just like I always did, trying to maintain, keep it as natural as possible. Succeeding at it too, though she was anxious and excited to hear all the details. (Yeah right). "Come on...let's go out to your car," she said anxiously, excitedly...wanting to hear what it was we'd discussed. "Ok, but I don't have as long today as I usually do either," I announced, which thankfully I didn't. As part of the choir, we had an early practice, and a long one, which we'd all agreed to do, giving up part of lunch in order to get started. We'd barely gotten inside the car when she kissed me again, even putting my hand on her breast while we kissed. "I've missed you!" She said. "Missed you too," I answered back, though I had.and did. But I was of course feeling guilty as hell too! "So? How'd it go? What did the two of you discuss anyway?" "Pretty much what I am sure the two of you did," I said trying to hedge my bet here. "I doubt that," she giggled, actually blushing a little. "Our talk got pretty hard core in a sense, but I told you it had." Now I was blushing, or so it felt like anyway. "Yeah, I'm sure ours wasn't anything like that. We just mostly talked about plans for the future, yours and mine. Her concerns, your promises, you know...stuff like that." Teresa sat back, looking at me. "What?" "Mom said it was a bit more than that, but she'd let you be the one to tell me. Said you did discuss oral sex, our masturbation sessions, stuff like that, and said that you'd agreed not to pursue having intercourse with me." "Yeah, that too," I quickly added. "Promised her I wouldn't try and convince you otherwise." "So you won't then?" "No...I won't. Promised her, and am promising you the same thing." "What did you tell her about the other stuff? I know she's not very experienced about any of that, which is really too bad. But she said you got pretty specific with regards to why you liked it, what it felt like when I went down on you, and how good it felt. Did you two really discuss that?" She asked. "Well yeah...I ah...yeah, I did. What can I say? I do like it. I like what you do to me, how it feels, so yeah...I told her." Teresa grinned. "Sure we don't have time enough?" She said reaching over undoing the button on my jeans, unzipping them and reaching in. I was as flaccid as they come. "Maybe not," I said trying to smile, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Maybe later? This evening?" I asked, hoping. "I don't know," she said scooting back over to her side of the car. "Mom's schedule has changed, she has the early shift now. She'll be home most of the evenings around eight. And with Sara now aware of that, not much chance for keeping her out of our hair when mom's not home. Sucks in a way doesn't it?" "Oh yeah...big time," I agreed, wondering why Darlene hadn't bothered to mention that to me. "Guess we'll just have to make do, do what we can, when we can," Teresa told me, still obviously disappointed. "Maybe we can manage a few things, even when she's home," Teresa suggested, though how that would even be possible, I had no idea. "Oh yeah? How are we going to manage that?" I found myself asking. "Well, believe it or not, mom did say that she knew this was apt to put a cramp in our love-life, with her being home more often than she has been. But she also said, she'd maybe try and be a bit more tolerant, give us some alone time...out back, on the couch from time to time." "She did?" "Yeah, she did!" Teresa grinned. "Isn't that wild!" "You have no idea," I thought, simply smiling back at her. **We are not alone** As it turned out, it wasn't until the next night that I came over, and as expected, Sara was her usual pest self, not leaving the two of us alone long enough to even think of doing anything, let alone doing it. And then sure enough, we heard Darlene's car pulling into the drive right around eight o'clock. She greeted us both in her usual friendly way, with no subtle hints or anything else towards me, easing my mind just a little at least. By nine, she had shooed Sara off to bed, giving us a surprising wink when she did, actually nodding her head in the direction of the back yard. "Come on!" Teresa said taking my hand. "Shit, you sure about this? About your mom?" "You saw...same as I did. She all but gave us her blessing!" Teresa said. She stopped short of the door though, sending me out ahead of her. "I'll be right there," she said, and then turned back running back into the house. I walked out into the garage, through the door, and took a seat on the old familiar couch. Seconds ticking by when I heard the back door to the house open and close, and then moments later Teresa as she finally came outside to join me. She was wearing my favorite sweater again. The magic one. And finally, I began feeling a whole lot better about things. "She say anything to you?" I found myself asking. "Yeah, she actually said to have fun, told us not to worry about anything, or about Rob barging in on us either. He's still out with his friends, and not expected home for a while yet. Said she'd give us an hour to have fun and enjoy ourselves before I have to go back inside." "Seriously." "Yeah, seriously. Now, get your pants off. And then you can suck my tits for a bit!" I did so, still nervous, but soon forgot all about anything else as I contentedly began nursing on Teresa's beautiful tits, her hand pleasurably stroking and working my cock as I did so. When I got close, I sat up as I usually did, Teresa now treating me to a wonderful finish as she leaned over, engulfing my cock with her mouth, sucking it now fully instead. I leaned back, enjoying it, basking in the pleasure she was giving me. I noticed something however. "Movement? Was that the curtain in her mother's bedroom I just saw move?" I asked myself. I looked without looking. Sure enough, seconds later, I saw it part a bit more fully, though the lights were certainly off inside her mother's bedroom. I knew then we were being watched. I didn't dare tell her that, not sure why I felt I couldn't, or shouldn't. But I didn't. I sat filling Teresa's mouth with my cream, knowing full well as I did, that Darlene was watching us every single moment. Afterwards, as Teresa sat up again, her tits still showing, her sweater pulled up over the top of them just enough, she leaned back in the couch, now slipping off the pair of shorts she was wearing, sans panties of course. Spreading herself. "Oh baby, I am so fucking horny! Come on...eat me baby, suck my cunt!" I knew even as I knelt down there on the ground in front of her, that Darlene would be watching me do that. Watching me eating out her daughter's pussy from the very beginning. Oddly enough, I was actually excited by that. "Well Darlene, if you really want to see it...then be my guest," I said to myself as I knelt down between Teresa's widely spread legs, even pushing her back on the couch more than usual, holding her legs in the air with my hands as I lowered my face into her free-flowing succulent juices, and then tongue-fucked her, clit sucked her, into one hell of a tremendous orgasm. By the time I was done, sat up, and sneakily looked over towards the window, the curtains were closed again. I wondered for how long she had watched us. Wondering even then if she wasn't at that very moment, laying in bed...masturbating, and pleasuring herself. **Catch 22** Talk about Murphy's Law. It was as though fate was suddenly against us. My car broke down, and it would be weeks before I could earn enough money to get it fixed. So...there is sat. I was even forced into having to take the bus into work, which meant I had to leave earlier than usual in order to get there on time. Not to mention the extra time it took getting home again afterwards. Which put me getting home way late at night, unable to sneak a quick drive by to see Teresa. And then to make matters worse. Dad got a new job, so mom quit hers in order to stay home again for a while. So coming over to my place after school for even an hour like we used to do, was also out of the question now too. We literally had no place to really go, except her place, as she had to be there to look after her younger sister until her mother got home at night. All we could do and hope for on those nights when Teresa wasn't working, and I wasn't...was that she'd give us another wink, sending us sprinting off into the back yard once again. Except for the fact, for nearly two weeks, she didn't do that. If anything, Darlene for whatever reason allowed Sara to stay up longer than normal. And didn't even make any attempt to keep her occupied, or from bugging us. We groped when we could of course, but it just wasn't the same. And even Darlene tended to hover about and around us whenever Sara wasn't. Watching TV with us most of the time, joking and laughing of course, but never once letting us know she was ok with us going out back together again. "I'm going nuts," I told Teresa one evening just before walking home. "I thought you said your mom was ok with us doing stuff once in a while." "Yeah, me too. Maybe this is what she meant by once in a while though. Let me talk to her, see what I can find out. Maybe she's had a change of mind about it or something," Teresa said. "Or something," I said to myself as I walked home that evening. With our jobs and schedules, our next best opportunity would be Saturday night. Although Teresa worked, she was supposed to get off around four or five. The plan was for me to come over then. We usually watched TV for a bit, but it was hoped that maybe tonight, we'd find some private time to be together. Especially as Teresa had informed me that Sara had a sleep over that night, and wouldn't be home. Rob was going to a concert, so he'd be out of the way too. And though Darlene would be home, it was hoped with some persuasion from Teresa, her mom would give us the go ahead once more to have some fun. Especially as there really was no reason not to. And either way, we were going to do something. Even Teresa said that. Even if we walked down to the school and hid out beneath the bleachers or something. We were one way or the other, going to get one another off. Period. I was actually hoping for the bleachers. But, as we'd planned and agreed upon, I arrived at her place right around five o'clock. Teresa wasn't home yet, but Darlene invited me inside in order to wait for her. "She called earlier, said she was running a bit later. Something about one of the girls calling in sick or something," Darlene told me. "Told me to tell you to stick around. That she'd be here as soon as she can. Can I get you something to drink? Would you like a beer perhaps?" It all seemed too vaguely familiar. "Ah, no thanks. I'll just sit and watch some TV until Teresa gets here," I answered her. "Ok, shoot yourself," she smiled. "I'm going to go in and take a nice long bath anyway, so if you still want that beer, help yourself." Seconds later I heard her as she turned the water on in the tub, letting it run, though the door was obviously open. I then saw her as she turned the corner in the hallway heading back towards her bedroom. She was now wearing the same bathrobe I had seen her in before. I quickly averted my gaze back to the TV, not wanting her to catch me looking at her...remembering or anything. Which is also when the phone rang. She had an extension in her room however, which she answered. I could hear her talking, but couldn't make out who she was talking to, or what was being said. She soon after hung up, and came back out into the hall heading towards me. "That was Teresa. She said they're still having problems locating another girl to come in and take over her shift. Told me to tell you...not to go anywhere, and that she'll be home just as quickly as she can make it." "Ok," I said, frustrated, but prepared to settle in and actually get interested on whatever the hell program that was on I'd been sort of watching. "Do me a favor though if you would please," Darlene said as she reached the end of the hall before turning, heading into the bathroom. "Would you mind pouring me a glass of wine and bringing it into me? And if you'd like...feel free to pour one for yourself too," she added. And then before I could respond to that, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Already I was beginning to wonder. But already reminding myself that I wasn't about to let anything happen again either. I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice as I headed off to pour her, her wine. And then poured myself one as an afterthought, though leaving it in the front room table as I then went down the hallway, stopping at the closed door, knocking. "Here's your wine...Darlene," I said, thinking her not yet in the tub, waiting for me to hand it to her. Silly me. "Come in, bring it over to me," she said instead. I opened the door, sure enough, she was already sitting in the tub, though thank god there was tons of bubbles. She was taking a bubble bath, so at least she was decently covered as I walked over, standing there holding out her glass to her. What If "Didn't you get one for yourself?" She asked. "Yeah, it's back in the TV room," I announced. "Well then, go get it, bring it back with you. Might as well use the time to have another chat while we have the chance." "Another chat?" I asked. "Yeah, there's something else I think we need to talk about," she smiled taking a sip of her wine. "So...hurry back. We certainly wouldn't want Teresa coming home and finding you in here with me now would we?" Once again, against my better judgment perhaps, I ran back, grabbed my wine. But...figuring she was right about that at least, and so that made it reasonably safe enough by my way of thinking, that she wasn't about to suggest anything. Not with Teresa's coming home any time now at least. So maybe all she did want to do was have another chat. "About what though?" I wondered as I reentered the room taking a seat on the toilet next to the tub. "I guess you know I was watching the two of you the other night," she began sitting up just a bit, just enough that the upper slopes of her breasts broke through the suds, not enough to reveal her dark nipples yet...but damn fucking close. Once again, I tried to avert my eyes, looking into her eyes instead. "Figured you might have. Thought I saw the curtains open and then close later on." "Yeah, it was certainly interesting," she said sitting up a bit more, taking another sip of her wine, though this time a bit spilled, dropping between her breasts as she realized it, sitting up even more still. Her breasts of course, now coming up through the suds like a submarine surfacing through the icecaps. "Oops!" She giggled, actually reaching down, lifting one of her breasts, attempting to lick off the wine. "Damn, can't quite reach it, would you like to?" She asked actually offering me her breast to lick off. "Ah no...thanks," I said worried now. She let go of her breast, though they remained revealed as she sat back closing her eyes. "Yes, I can almost still see it, see you two out there together. Quite a show you put on. And obviously, one you were putting on for me...weren't you?" She pointedly asked, once again opening her eyes staring me down. "And don't try denying it. It was quite obvious, especially the way you spread her, bent her over almost double so I could clearly see what you were doing to my daughter's cunt. Even she looked surprised by that when you did it...though obviously pleased." I neither denied, nor confirmed it. Taking the third option by remaining silent, though silently chastising myself now for having done that. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea after all. What the hell was I thinking? "Obviously, it worked. You got me very, very aroused watching you do that. I suppose you also know, I was standing there masturbating myself, watching the two of you, until I couldn't stand up any more. Had to lay down...and then use this," she said. Hidden beneath the bubbles, there in the tub with her, she suddenly brought up her hand. Within its grasp, she held a life-like rather large looking flexible dildo. "I'm pretty sure it's close to the size you are," she added. "Maybe just a titch bigger is all, but pretty close." She then lowered her hand again, though I noticed as she did, she seemed to be inserting it inside herself, right there in front of me. "Ah...maybe I should leave you alone now," I suggested, actually standing. "No Rick...you're not. You're not going anywhere. We haven't finished our little chat yet. I still have a few things I need to discuss with you. New things..." "New things? Like what?" "Being honest with me for one. Come on, admit it...you intentionally did that knowing full well I was watching you, didn't you?" "Ok, maybe I did...but I'm actually sorry I did it now," I told her, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to stand up. I didn't like the way any of this was going now. "Well at least you are now being honest with me," she said smiling. "So...I'll be honest with you too. I haven't been very good about giving the two of you any more private time now have I? Since then I mean?" "No...not really. Not like we thought you would anyway." "Shame on me," she said smiling once again, though the water was starting to swish back and forth in the tub just a little, proving to me now that she was in fact fucking herself with the flexible dildo as we talked. "And shame on you for making me horny...wondering what it would be like to feel that, to experience that...the way you were eating her. Eating my daughter's pussy." Once again, I wanted to bolt, to flee...to run off into the night and try and explain it all to Teresa later, if I could. But for some reason, I couldn't. And I knew damn well, that the moment I even tried, Darlene would come up and out of that fucking tub, suds and all clinging to her, and somehow, someway keep me from leaving the house until I'd heard her out. I wasn't going anywhere. And we both knew it. "What is it that you want from me Darlene?" I asked already fearful of the answer. "Pretty much the same thing you want with Teresa," she answered. "More time alone obviously, which I can give you, and will give you...provided you're willing to do something for me too. After all, you've already teased me with it...cruelly I might add if you think about it. So...you're going to make it up to me Rick. I'm not asking for all that much here you know. Just the knowledge, the experience of actually feeling what it's like. Just once at least. Do that for me, and I'll start working with the two of you, making sure you have more time to be alone together." "And what if I don't?" I had to ask. Suddenly the water quit moving, as she sat up once again. "Well, a couple of things actually. One...I'll see to it that the two of you never have a moment alone again, at least not while I'm around. Sure...I know that in a few weeks you'll probably have the money to get your car fixed. So you can always drive off somewhere, risk getting picked up by some cop for indecent exposure or something. And I sure as hell won't bail either one of you out if you are caught either. But that's beside the point. Let's just say you do that anyway, chancing the risk. Well, then that would leave me only one other option." I was furious, now being actually threatened here. But I didn't dare say or do anything, but listen...wait her out, hear what else it was that she had to say. Though I now drained my wine in one gulp, steeling myself for this. "You have a very, very cute...and interesting little mole on your right testical," she said letting the implication sit. "But I also have a pretty good eye for detail too. I think I could pretty accurately describe your hard cock, how big it is, the shape and size of your head, the way one vein seems to stick off to the left side the way it does. Accurate enough, to describe it in its obvious turgid state. Oh...and see that blue robe over there, hanging behind the door?" I looked, the same one I was familiar with yes. "Well, that's one of three I have. Happened to love that style and color of bathrobe. The one I was wearing that night? The one you managed to squirt all over?" She smiled. "Well, that one I have safely tucked away...with lots and lots and lots of your DNA all over it. Just in case I might ever need it to protect myself with." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I could hardly talk, hardly breathe. "You wouldn't dare..." "Tell Teresa? No...probably not. But I would certainly mention it to say...your parents perhaps? Sure, eventually Teresa would probably hear about it, learn about it. But by then I would have concocted enough of a story that she'd believe me over you...trust me on this. Trying to protect her, you know? Not wanting her to find out that you'd actually tried to seduce me." "Seduce you? Who's trying to seduce who here anyway? And seduce hell! This...fuck, this is nothing more than sheer black mail!" "Call it whatever you'd like. Either way, you'll lose. Think about it. All I'm asking is that you do this one thing for me. Let me see what it's like, and after that...I promise I won't ask you for anything else ever again. Hell, tell you what, I'll even loan you the money to get your car fixed if you'd like. You can pay me later for it when you can. Though you don't even have to do that if you don't want to." "Keep your money," I answered. "I'll get it fixed when I can afford to do so myself." There was a long silent pause then, though I noticed as I sat there, she went back to fucking herself there in the water while I watched. "So? What's it going to be Rick? Do this one favor for me and then we call it even? Or what?" "Just this once right? Then we're even? Nothing else? Ever?" "Not unless you want to, like I told you before. All you have to do is ask. You want to fuck me...then just ask, and I'm all yours, wherever, and whenever you'd like." I had an answer for that, but I kept it to myself. Now was not the time. "When?" I said instead. I was now nervous about Teresa coming home for one thing, and didn't want to sit inside the bathroom any longer than I had to. "How about now?" She asked suddenly standing up, suds running off her body, the fake cock still hanging between her legs. "No fucking way. Teresa could be home any moment now." "Oh that. I forgot to tell you, when she called earlier? She actually said that they couldn't get anyone to come in and take over her shift. She won't be home until after midnight. Told me to tell you she was sorry, that she'd call you tomorrow. I told her I'd tell you, and that maybe...just maybe, I'd arrange things so the two of you could have some alone time together. So...we still have several hours yet. Now's as good a time as any, don't you think?" "Fine!" I said giving in, pissed at myself for doing so, but not really seeing any way out of this. "Where?" I then asked. "Here?" "No silly. Not here. In the bedroom. And by the way, you'd damn well better make it good too. Make me cum, hard. No half-assed efforts. After all, I saw you in action once already, so I know what you're capable of. You make this good for me, and I'll make it good for you too. Less than a hundred percent...and the deals off. Understood?" "At best, you're getting ninety percent," I said to myself. "After all, how the hell will you know?" I likewise asked, as I followed her down the hall towards the bedroom. **Selling my soul** This is the part where I wish I could say I just followed her into the room, gave her my ninety percent, rolled out from between her legs, and went home. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. I honestly believe that Darlene was the pure embodiment of what a Siren truly is. Following her into the room, watching her as she spread out there on her bed, lusciously naked, created a great deal of emotional turmoil for me. Had she been homely or ugly...maybe I could have kept myself from appreciating just how beautifully attractive she really was. And even though my outward demeanor was trying to say one thing, my hard cock was telling me something else. Though for the moment at least, I was trying very hard to ignore it. "You might as well make yourself comfortable too, I think we're going to be here a while," she informed me in a very sultry sounding voice. I was already resigned that I was going through with this, so if getting out of my own clothes would hurry up the process, then I was more than willing to do that. In moments I too was naked, though my involuntary arousal greeted Darlene's hungry eyes as she smiled licking her lips. "Nice to see I have an effect on you," she again purred reaching down between her legs, stroking her own pussy, decadent and obscenely spreading her lips. I could see even now as I crawled up into the bed, preparing to situate myself between her outstretched legs that she was wet. Her juices glistening, the inner pink folds of her pussy winking at me as I steeled myself once more to hurriedly get this over with. So far I had remained silent, vowing not to say any more than I had to. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, running it up that wet glistening furrow of her sex. She was even sweeter tasting that Teresa was! "Fuck!" I thought, savoring her flavor and aroma, and yet desperately fighting to keep from enjoying it as I continued to lick, likewise probing with my fingers hoping to further stimulate her even more quickly. She reached down, taking my hands in hers however, lifting them up towards her breasts where she helped them to settle. Her breasts were soft, pliable, and yet firm to the feel as my hands began kneading and caressing them. I could likewise feel the stiff thimble sized nipples pricking the palms of each hand as I glided over them. With a mind of their own, my fingers captured, rolling and pinching each thick nub, sending shivers of delight and renewed arousal coursing through me. I could feel the press of my own stiff cock spearing the cool sheets, the escape of my own lubrications already beginning to saturate the spot where it did. I heard her moan, deeply...throatily, knowing full well that the ministrations of my tongue and lips as I continued to pleasurably assault her cunt was working it's magic. She was getting the full one hundred percent from me, even though at the moment I hadn't quite realized that yet. "Oh my god that's heavenly!" She moaned even deeper, her knees bent now, splayed widely off to each side giving me even better access to her pussy as I playfully attacked her clit, sometimes capturing it with my lips, sucking it as though sucking her nipples. My fingers tapped on each of her nipples, then pinched, pulling, adding to her delight and joy. Her moans continuing, head rolling back and forth against the pillow, her ass now coming up to meet the occasional tongue thrusts as I fucked her pussy with it. "I had no idea...no idea!" She kept crying out over and over again. I hadn't even realized my own transition. Going in, angry, determined, upset, fearful and confused, and still aroused. Now...still determined yes, certainly aroused yes...but finding myself basking in the succulent delight of her pussy. Her juices were flowing, covering my face. Her exquisite breasts still filling my hands sending further signals of additional excitement and arousal down to my own hard stiff cock. I felt her beginning to stiffen, sensed the sudden intake of her breath as she momentarily held it. Once again capturing her hard sweet clit between my lips, I sucked it for all I was worth. I felt her ass once again lift up off the bed, meeting me somewhere in the middle as I held on, still sucking, simultaneously flicking her nub with the tip of my tongue as I imprisoned it. And then she just simply exploded! It was another first. At least for me, and very possibly for her as well. The abundance of juices flowing from her pussy early on was amazing enough as it was. But I had no clue myself, no idea whatsoever, nor at the time had I heard anything about a woman's ability to squirt the way she suddenly began doing. At first, I honestly thought she was peeing on me, but there was no odor of urine, no foul taste to the sudden gush of liquid that now filled my mouth. Forced to drink, or drown, I did so, a force of wills perhaps as I refused to relinquish the prize of her cunt as I continued to flick her clit with my tongue, somehow drinking and consuming the sweet essence of her climax as she continued to pump, squirt, spurt and saturate the two of us, along with the bed. I didn't even realize, or comprehend the high pitched squeal of delight that had permeated the entire room for several moments, her rapturous cry suddenly filling my ears as she thrashed wildly about now, forcing me with her own hands to back away from her heated cunt as the super-sensitivity of her ravished clit forced her into doing so. "Enough! Enough!" She cried out, actually crying now, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed back into the bed, exhausted, her breath coming in quick raspy gulps of air as she fought to regain some semblance of composure. I actually smiled, licking my lips, running my fingers over my chin wiping away the residue of her spending that still clung to me there. She finally sat up, almost wild-eyed looking at me. "My god! That was the most amazing experience of my entire life!" And then with that, she pushed me over before I could even respond, her mouth seeking out, and quickly finding my shaft as she enveloped it, sucking and tonguing me. I fought emotionally with that only briefly. Likewise succumbing to the sudden sweet pleasure her mouth and lips were bringing me. Too emotionally drained now myself to fight against it, against her...against myself. And so I lay there, feeling the ecstasy of her returned pleasure. Perhaps a better word for her was Succubus. Because she certainly did that, moments later drawing my very soul through the end of my cock. Swirling stars and the universe suddenly all about me as I caved into the perverse depravity I had so willingly shared with her. **After math** True to her word, Darlene gave the two of us all the alone time we could ever want. And never once did she approach me, hint...or otherwise indicate in any way shape or form that there had been anything between us. I relaxed, and for a time everything seemed to go back to the way it was, the way it had been just between the two of us. And though the following week was busy with actual graduation on a couple of days away, following the big last dance on Friday, I began to feel the first pangs of guilt and remorse as they began to saturate my subconscious. Teresa and I of course had long been looking forward to this moment. Not only finally being given our diplomas of course, but looking forward even more so to the last big final dance. As most did, and as I too had done, I had rented a limousine for the evening, which had cost me a pretty penny, and set me back a bit from earning enough money to repair my car with. But as far as I was concerned, it was well worth it. We would go to the dance, and then afterwards be driven to a nice restaurant where many of our friends would likewise be going. Some...had even secured rooms at a local hotel, though doing that was just out of reach with my available finances. Oddly enough however, my parents for whatever reason, had conveniently arranged to be out of town that particular weekend. Though surprised at the too coincidental aspects of that, I nevertheless had every intention of taking advantage of it. As such, I had arranged things before hand, rose petals in the bed, a collection of candles to be lit adding a nice soft warm glow to the room. A place of sensuality and excitement that would be waiting for us after coming back from an extravagant dinner. The entire evening had been perfect, the thing that dreams were made of. It was a great way to graduate into the world of adulthood. And even when Teresa was finally allowed to enter into my own bedroom after the candles had all been lit, I thought then that maybe...just maybe, we might culminate this very special night together in the most intimate of ways. I should have known better, I should have quit trying to fool myself, or think Teresa not serious in holding to her promise and commitment to her mother, rather than to me. And more importantly, I perhaps shouldn't have asked it, wanted it...almost, almost...demanded it. As we had done countless times before, we teased and pleased one another in all the ways we'd ever experienced or allowed ourselves to do. She had in fact climaxed twice now, pleasurably, fully and completely. I had worked myself up, now laying on top of her, kissing her, likewise as we'd done before. And as before, as we'd tempted fate, and ourselves in a way, she'd allowed me the hint of possibilities. My cock languishing in the furrow of her heated place. Her pussy lips sweetly kissing and sucking on the shaft of my cock. I had before masturbated her clit with my prick. Stroking it, rubbing it, sliding up and down against her, which I began doing now. She allowed it of course, trusting in me...in herself. Only the briefest of cautionary words then being spoken. What If "Only...this..." she sighed pleasurably, a warning, a reminder to me perhaps, though I persisted. Still rubbing, angling, rubbing, but now bumping the head of my cock at the sweet opening before me. "Rick, no! You know we can't, that I won't!" She finally admonished me worriedly. "But I love you Teresa," I spoke. Words I had of course said before, but I meant them, as I meant them now too. But perhaps placing a cost on the worth of them as I hungrily pursued my own selfish desire. But even as I did, I saw images, felt the renewed flame of lustful guilt engulfing me, even to the extent that the image of Teresa's mother now filled my head. I pushed, heard Teresa's cry of alarm. Her hands coming up to forcefully push me off and away from her. I'm not sure I even realized that I had in fact attempted to impale her, but her eyes told me otherwise of course. "Take me home," she said simply. "Now!" **Anguish and remorse** I of course tried several times to call her the following day. But she refused to answer any of my calls. Finally her mother answered. "Please Darlene, I need to speak to her." "She doesn't want to talk to you right now," she told me, her tone of voice telling me in an instant that she too was upset with me. "What the hell did you do to her anyway?" She asked. Which told me at least, that Teresa hadn't said much, but the implication of that said enough. "I...I didn't do anything. She...she stopped me," I finally admitted. "And she had every right to do so...I was stupid!" I blurted out. "Yes...you were," she said and then hung up the phone on me. I kept trying to call her for several days, but she repeatedly refused to speak with me. Eventually, all I received was a busy tone, telling me then that either she or her mother had taken the phone off the hook rather than sit there and listen to its insistent ringing. I finally gave up, figuring that perhaps when she cooled down, she'd maybe, hopefully contact me. It was a full week before she finally did. Seeing her actually standing there at the door was both a shock as well as relief. "Teresa!" I said pleasantly surprised, grateful, joyful, until I saw the stoned expression on her face. She held out her hand to me. "Here," she said dropping my high school ring back into the palm of my hand. "I think we need to be a part for a while," she informed me. "I need time to think about us, about any possible future," she then said. "And I can't do that...being with you, not now...not for a while yet, if at all," she then added. "Don't contact me again, or try to reach me. Just leave me alone...give me time. I need time to think about all this." With that, she turned and effectively disappeared from my life. It was a weird period of time for all of us. The Vietnam conflict was at its height, and though I had in fact gone back to school, I was only doing so part time. And though Teresa even then was still very much in my thoughts, I had since heard through mutual friends, she was in fact seeing, and dating someone. My heart ached, my hopes died...and with that, any hope whatsoever that the two of us would ever be together again. And then they announced the draft. I remember sitting in front of the TV, watching and listening as they drew out numbers based on a person's birthday. I sat in a state of shock as my number was very early on called. Number 12. I remember mom crying, almost hysterically. Dad on the other hand, encouraging me to enlist, to create my own fate and circumstance rather than having it dictated to me. It seemed like the lesser of two evils at the time. So I did, the very next day, signing up...enlisting in the Navy. I had ninety days before I was expected to report for boot camp. My life and future was once again about to change. Just two weeks before actually leaving, I received a phone call late one night from Darlene of all people. "I heard you enlisted," she told me. I felt a sliver of excitement upon hearing that. Obviously Teresa must have heard it from someone as well, had told and informed her mother. I wondered if this might be a bridge to our meeting, seeing one another again. But it wasn't. "Can we meet someplace?" She asked. Still hopeful, I agreed of course, agreeing to meet her at a local nearby restaurant in a hotel. She was waiting for me in the bar when I came in. Ironically not old enough to drink legally, but old enough to fight and die for my country. She stepped from the bar, taking my hand in hers. "I have a room," she said simply. "Thought it would be easier to talk there than here in the lobby." I thought nothing of it, following her upstairs to her room. She sat down on the edge of the bed even though there were chairs nearby we could sit on. She patted a spot on the bed with her hand, inviting me over to sit next to her. Though cautious now, I remained curious, even optimistic in a way. "How's...how's Teresa?" I ventured, though sitting down next to her, not too close, wanting to keep and maintain some distance, now feeling a bit awkward and uncomfortable at being here. "You need to let her go," she said responding to that. "She's seeing someone else now. She's happy, and content, so you need to let her go." "Yeah, I heard that," I said feeling sick to my stomach at hearing the words, but then asking, once again curious. "Why did you want to see me then?" "Mainly, because I heard you'd be leaving soon," she said. "I wanted to see you, I wanted...to be with you." I sat looking at her, the turmoil in my mind, my heart doing summersaults. "What do you mean?" I asked, already knowing the answer perhaps, but nevertheless, still wanting to hear it, to hear it clarified. "I want to make love with you. I want you...to fuck me." And god help me, that's what we did. After everything I had just been told, had confirmed, in my mind...if I couldn't be with Teresa, then I would accept the next best thing. In a way then, in a very bizarre, stupid way...I would finally be with her, in a sense perhaps. Or so I thought. And so it was, I lost MY virginity that night, not to Teresa, but to her mother. Was it good? Yes. Admittedly it was. We enjoyed and pleasured one another throughout the night. I lost track of the number of orgasms we both had and shared with one another. And though the mystery and wonder of it all had finally been revealed to me, I left early on in the morning with an emptiness that I knew would never be filled. I never saw Darlene again. But I did see Teresa, the day before I actually flew out to finally attend boot camp. I had been invited to a going away party in my honor by a group of friends, many of which Teresa and I had both palled around with. Midway through the evening, and after several illegal drinks where I was just then starting to put on a pretty nice buzz, one of my buddies approached me. "Hey buddy, someone wants to speak to you." "Oh yeah? Who?" I asked. "Teresa. She's out back...waiting for you." "Teresa? Here?" "Yeah, she's waiting for you, said it was important." Once again with my heart suddenly beating wildly, I half dashed outside, spotting her immediately as she turned towards me. And yeah, you guessed it...she was wearing my favorite, magical sweater again too. She looked beautiful, a feast for sore eyes. Whatever had happened between us, whatever she'd done, the things I'd done...I knew could be worked through, forgiven, amended. Someway, somehow. "Teresa," I half prayed just standing there looking at her. She walked slowly towards me, eyes sad, remorseful, or so it seemed. She stood briefly in front of me for a moment longer, looking into my eyes. And then she slapped me harder than I've ever been slapped before...or since. "You stupid, stupid bastard!" She cried out. "You actually went out and fucked my own mother! How could you?" I couldn't say anything. The fact she even knew was bewildering enough. Obviously...for whatever reason or purpose, Darlene had told her we had. "You couldn't wait. Couldn't give me the time I asked for, the time I told you I needed to see where I was, see how I truly felt about you...about us. My mistake, in telling my mother that I was thinking about it...thinking about us again. And what do you go and do? You seduce my own mother instead, you sleep with her...you fuck her, because you couldn't have me. Well...so be it, I hope you can live with that." "Teresa, it's not like that..." I tried. "You don't understand..." "Don't even bother trying to explain it Rick. The bottom line is...you fucked her didn't you. I know you did, because she told me specific things, things only she could know if you actually had. Don't ever try calling me, or seeing me again. I don't want anything to ever do with you again...not now, or ever! Understood?" And with that, she left. All the years we had known one another, all the times spent, good and bad, had suddenly and dramatically come to a complete and final finish. **Forty years later** I had only gone to one high school reunion. My tenth. And though I was actually hopeful I might see her there, she didn't attend. I had of course lost complete track of her shortly after entering the service, and then four years later returning. A mutual friend of ours filled in a few of the missing pieces, which ironically enough, made me both sad and angry with myself all over again. Shortly after our final breakup, the guy she'd been seeing and dating actually ran around telling everyone, that he'd finally "nailed her". The two of them broke up shortly after that. Teresa had likewise moved out of the house, now living on her own, though I heard nothing more of her relationship with her mother, nor where she actually disappeared to after that. Like I said, the years went by. I myself now married to a beautiful and loving woman. A woman who now knew my past, and my history, which included Teresa of course. When word reached me that there was actually going to be a forty year class reunion, my wife convinced me to go, though I hadn't gone to any others since the tenth. I briefly, honestly wondered if Teresa might herself actually be there. Something my darling wife was obviously aware that I might be thinking about. "We should go," she said finally convincing me. "Might be interesting to see if she's even there, finally put the ghosts to bed as it were." I finally agreed, and so we did. And yes, she was there, the two of us spotting one another almost immediately. I of course introduced my wife to her. Teresa herself currently single again, though the whys behind that we didn't get into. I was surprised when she asked if she could sit with us at our table. Another mutual female friend of ours likewise joining us. So now, there I sat, Teresa on one side, my wife on the other as we sat through, and laughed at old photos of our formal selves, and sat listening to embarrassing moments and stories. Even one picture of Teresa and I standing at the side of my car together, "High School Sweethearts", the caption read. I felt Teresa's hand come up taking mine in hers. My other held in my wife's hand. Sitting there sandwiched between the past and the present. "Makes you wonder, what if... doesn't it?" She said only then turning towards me, though then looking over towards my wife. "Though I daresay, things probably worked out for the best either way." I leaned over then and kissed her, on the cheek. Giving her hand a final affectionate little squeeze before letting it go again. -End- What If Heather and Julia had been best friends since they were little. They'd grown up in the same small town and it was only natural to attend the same college. For practical reasons they lived at home and went to the local community college. They figured they could stay close and then transfer to a four year after completing their general education requirements and picking a major. Heather was seriously into architecture. She'd done historical respective on most of the original buildings in their town. She was always talking about Gaudy, Frank Lloyd Wright, or Louis Khan. The summer after graduating high school she'd done an internship with Julia's father at his firm. They'd become quite close, working on all sorts of projects late into the night. Little did Julia know that her father had started an affair with Heather. They'd been working on the Tagliarini building project that included not only the re-design of the highway access downtown, but also a corporate park, complete with an outdoor art exhibit. It was a multi-million dollar project and all the details had to come together perfectly. Jim found that Heather was both spontaneously creative and extremely knowledgeable about architecture Heather's suggestions, though naive at some points brought back memories of when he first got into the business. Passion gleamed from behind her eyes, framed neatly amidst her curls of red hair. She wasn't bad to look at either. She dressed conservatively, mostly long skirts and suits. But every once in a while, during a long night session, she would take off her jacket, unbutton a couple of buttons and lean long over the drafting table. Jim would sit back and take in the sight of her eighteen-year-old figure, glittering against the skyline. He would sigh and discreetly shoo the growing snake in his pants threatening to give him away. He wondered what it would be like to turn her around, drink in her perfume her deeply, lock eyes and kiss her. His hands would follow his mind to her breasts, watching them bounce freely as he liberated them from her blouse, cupping and pinching in a symphonic frenzy of lust. Her parted legs would reveal a garter belt with stocking clips and several other thoughts causing Jim to almost fall out of his chair each time. Though he often dreamed about such an encounter he would never act on it. Professionalism was always something he promulgated in the office and cultivated as women rose within the business world. He had a daughter to think about going into similar circumstances. Heather had other plans. She'd been around Julia's father for most of her life. He always kept himself in shape and had been comforting to her on more than several occasions. She grew to have a kind of crush on him. To her, he represented an ideal of masculinity that she didn't find in the men she'd dated. He was confident, forthright and respectful. He encouraged her and treated her as an equal. Opening up new areas of knowledge and moving her education from theory to practice. She loved his ass too. Once, Julia had shared with her what his penis looked like. She'd walked in on him in the shower and the two giggled at how large it was, like a monster in the mists of a swamp coming to get their virginity. Heather had secretly wanted to see it. For years she would sometimes drift, often between relationships to Mr. Witness' cock that would come in the night to satisfy her. Though she admitted it was a silly fantasy she held onto it as complete, a last resort of pure pleasure. She'd try and brush up against him, but he always kept a respectful distance. Many times she'd stretch out her body so he could see her and maybe excite him enough to make a comment. Sometimes she'd masturbate in the bathroom and then rub her scent on his paperwork, hoping to plant a subliminal seed. She finally couldn't wait any longer. After a business dinner Heather asked Jim to stop by the office because she forgot some paperwork she had to finish. It was on their way back to her parent's house and the project was one of top priority. Heather had worn a black skirt, form fitting with a red sleeveless blouse and pearls. Jim tried to keep himself from smiling. He assumed Heather had a little too much red wine as she kept touching his arm and his thigh. Not that he was complaining as it left him a little hot under the collar. They entered the work room. Jim dropped himself into a tan leather chair. The day had been long and he really wanted a shower. He watched Heather walk around the room. He ass giggled slightly in the tight dress. The shake made him ache for her. She searched several drawers in the room and turning to him said, "It's not here. There's one more set of drawers to look in." She walked over Jim and unzipped his pants. His thoughts were elsewhere and he sat back suddenly, reacting her brazenness. She took out his cock and gasped, it was at least seven inches flaccid. Overcoming her initial shock, Heather pushed aside her hair and pushed Jim's cock into her mouth. Jim gasped. Heather was still standing and he could straight down her shirt. Her lovely orbs threatening to strafe his cock, and was now disappearing into Heather's throat. She stroked it with her and gave sudden bursts of pumping that made Jim's heart race and his breathing go slightly irregular. All his fantasies were coming true. She nibbled on the head and took a long lick on each side. She pause again to marvel at the size of it and play catch and release with her spit as it ran down the sides. She pumped again and sucked at his balls. She'd been dreaming about this since she first started growing pubes. God he tasted good, she thought ad went back to sucking his shaft. She unbuttoned her blouse, unclasping her bra with ease. Her tits sprang from their cage and before Jim could gasp they were around his dick. Heather squatted and slid his dick gently between her tits. Slow at first and then after spitting some more, faster and faster. Then she stopped to smack the head against her nipples which were getting harder and harder. "Ya like that, Mr. Witness?" she asked. It was the first time she'd acknowledged him since this whole scene started. He nodded wordlessly, completely agreeable to being in the hands of Fate and ready to take whatever came next. He was rock hard and sliding between Heather's tits again. It was like being inside a perfectly velvet pussy. Not wanting to cum, he stroked her cheek. She looked up at him and smiled. She got up and climbed up onto the chair. She knelt on his knees and leaned forward over him. Reaching back she grabbed his cock and positioned it against her pussy lips. She kissed him and sat back, impaling herself completely on his pillar of stone. She cried out and a small deluge of fluid rushed down her thighs. It was to be the first of many. Jim was feeling an unimaginable satisfaction. He grabbed onto Heather's and pressed it down, harder and harder onto his cock. Her bouncing breasts hovered in front of him. He grabbed a nipple and tugged. She let out a yelp and kept riding him, her hands clenched around the leather. She ground her hips in him and started riding wildly, a growl rising in her throat. Jim could feel an explosion rising in his balls. His mouth was open, his brow knitted and he was taking giant breaths. "Are you going to cum, my sweet?" Heather asked with a wild look in her eye. She stroked his jaw line with one painted fingernail and jumped harder. He nodded absently. "Tell me when," she cooed. He smirked at her. "N-yao!" He managed to say a split second before all his cum escaped his body. Heather was ready. She dismounted his cock and sat on his knees, just in front of it. He hand jerked it wildly, her breasts perched just above its head. He gripped the chair, pushing himself up. Jim's cum sprayed everywhere and gathered mostly on Heather's giant mounds. Rivulets traveled to her nipples and dripped off. He was still gasping at both the sight and his orgasm. There say Heather, disheveled, friend of his daughter and object of distance persistent desire, now covered in his cum. She licked his dick clean, then her breasts, sucking on them gently. "I'm glad I looked in there," Heather said. "Me too." Said Jim. They smiled at each other and held the moment. "Can I drive you home?" asked Jim. "I would appreciate it," said Heather. They drove back in silence. Heather thanked him for a lovely evening. They were both sure it wasn't to be the last. She hugged him good bye and pinched his nipple. He watched her go inside and drove back to his house, a growing bulge in his pants. About a week later Rob overhead Heather talking to her mother about not being in the house this weekend and how excited she was. He put down his paper and strolled into the kitchen. Picking up a piece of bacon from his wife's plate he said, "And where, pray tell are you off to this weekend young lady?" His wife of twenty-two years was going to be gone for a whole afternoon. This would leave Heather and her father, Rob, almost four hours to work on their "hobby" together. Since Heather graduated high school, her and her father had been systematically exploring Heather's sexuality. He looked at as more of a grooming than anything else. The else was that he got to do things to Heather he'd always wanted to do to his wife, but she would not allow him. This included but was not limited to sodomizing her with select objects, allowing Heather to choose her own methods of torture, and defining, destroying then re-defining the boundaries of promiscuity and prudishness. Oh such sights he'd seen in the last six months since she turned eighteen, just before graduation. He insisted she be an adult, able to make adult decisions. And it had paid off deliciously. But at the height of his revelry the fact that Heather wasn't going to be there brought in unwavering disappointment. His wife had been laid off and only worked part-time. This left his time with Heather curtailed to say the least. Sure they had the occasional nocturnal outing, but nothing like before. He worried that he would be replaced with other pursuits, despite her reassurances. "I'm sleeping over Julia's house." Heather said, "We've been planning it for weeks. Just like we used to, when we were kids, staying up to all hours talking about boys and doing our nails." Heather giggled. It was going to be a bit more than that, she hoped. She'd gone downtown to her favorite adult shop, The Blue Banana and bought several ingredients for the evening to make it one to remember. And best of all, Jim would be there to provide some additional distraction in case Julia didn't feel like performing. God, that man's cock is huge, Heather thought. "Do the Witness' mind you staying so long, Heather?" asked Rob. "No, not at all," said Heather. "It'll give us a taste of Empty Nest Syndrome, won't it?" asked Carol. Carol winked at Rob and smiled. She'd wanted to get him alone for months, but he insisted on keeping a close eye on Heather. He said he worried Heather might lose focus on her studies and get pregnant. Carol dismissed this as nonsense and was glad to be spending some quality time with her husband. Heck, the last piece of action she got from him was her giving him a blow job at Caldor's in the changing room. He'd responded in kind by fingering her in church the following Sunday. Praise the Lord! Everybody thought she was swooning from the heat. She adored Rob and his dick. He kept himself in shape and his dick was magic as far as she was concerned. Thoughts of him pounding and smacking her ass made her rub the back of neck. He'd tried to get really kinky with her several times, but she held him off that she was a simple woman from the Midwest, where anal was kinky enough. Little did he know that she got a little more than kinky with Jim's wife Linda. They'd been sipping Amaretto sours in the hot tub one night when Linda dropped her glass. She went looking for it in Carol's bathing suit. Carol had an average build with long brown hair and was considered by some to be a bit mousy. Linda was tall, thin and blond with these natural tits that made Carol quiver. Linda's long fingers and tongue thoroughly searched Carol's bathing suit for her drink and came up with nothing. Carol's vagina did come away with several orgasms and her face a smile from ear to ear. That evening lasted several more days, at Linda's house, while Jim was away on business and Julia on Spring Break. Carol had never had such a hard time walking. Linda was determined to fist Carol before she left her clutches. Despite Carol's protesting and hesitation, Linda plied her with alcohol, her blue eyes, massages and marijuana. They got to three knuckles on Sunday and had to pack it in, so to speak. Carol returned home incoherent, a daze settled permanently on her face. When Rob and Heather arrived home she told them she had the flu. Little did Carol know that Rob and Heather had spent Spring Break together participating in orgies in Cabo. She never seemed to wonder how they ended on the same flight despite different departure cities. Noticing that her parents were in their own little worlds, Heather left the kitchen to pack a few clothes and other essentials. A small smile grew on her lips as she gathered imaginary endings to each night. Maybe Julia would go down on her for a while and come up to kiss her with a face full of juices. Or maybe she would slip away after Julia was asleep to meet with her favorite piece of meat. She would get fucked good, stumbling back to the bed they shared. Julia would be unaware that Heather had fucked her father. Mrs. Witness was allegedly going on a business trip and wouldn't be back until the middle of next week. Or may be Jim would invite Rob over for drinks and they could take turns with Heather. She wasn't sure what Jim would do with that knowledge, but that's what fantasies were for. God, to have her master's cock and Jim's at the same time would be unimaginable. Heather gave her pussy a couple of smacks. "Down girl," she said. A few houses down, Jim was getting ready for the evening. He would have his mistress under his roof tonight. That dynamic, voluptuous red head that set his groin ablaze with desire was going to be sleeping down the hall from him. Oh how he wanted to send Julia somewhere for the weekend. But there was no dissuading Heather. Both Heather and Julia had been busy between school and work, among other things and this was their chance to catch up. There was no set plan for Jim and Heather however. Anything could happen at any time and this made Jim very excited. The smell of possibility was in the air and the closer he could get to the smell of sweet, wet pussy between Heather's legs the better. The doorbell rang. "I'll get it, Julia. Hello Heather," said Jim. "Hello Monster Penis," replied Heather. She gave Jim a hug. "What did you say?" asked Julia alarmingly. She had come down the stairs shortly after Jim had opened the door. "I said, 'Hello Mister Witness," replied Heather, "What did you think I said?" "Oh! Nothing," said Julia. She smiled and gave Heather a hug. "Bring your stuff upstairs and we'll go sit out by the pool. I've got cocktails made already." The afternoon was a blur of cocktails and gossip. Each girl had been in contact with at least several ex-boyfriends and members of different circles of friends. Because they were so busy they'd forgotten to mention all of it. Before they knew it, Julia's dad had come out with snacks and later burgers. The sky grew dark and they lit Tiki torches. Their laughter traveled off into the night until their eyes grew heavy. "We'd better get to bed," said Julia. Heather yawned. "You're right. We have all this nothingness to do tomorrow," replied Heather. They cleaned up, changed and brushed their teeth. Memories of summers and braces gone by came flooding back. Heather made dirty insinuations with her toothbrush and the toothpaste froth. They giggled some more. "Where's your dad," asked Heather. "I dunno. He probably went out for a beer with his friends," replied Julia. "Oh, too bad, I wanted to say good night to him," said Heather. "You'll see him tomorrow," said Julia. They climbed into bed, each wearing a tee and some panties and snuggled close. Julia could feel Heather's nipples in her back and bit her lip. She'd always found Heather attractive. Heather had become a woman and the smell was enticing to Julia. Julia realized she was into women too when she walked in on Carol, Heather's mom, masturbating one morning. Carol was embarrassed to say the least, but invited Julia to stay for some lemonade. They talked about what she saw and about masturbation in general; which objects worked the best, how many motorize toothbrush heads she'd gone through, and so forth. Eventually Julia, who had become quite aroused by the conversation, asked Carol if she would watch her. Julia had on a pair of blue and white plaid overalls and a white shirt. She slipped a hand down between her legs and began to rub her pussy. Her other hand found her breast and pinched her nipple. She looked over at Carol who had begun to take off her bra and lift up her own shirt. Carol had D cups with tiny aureoles. But she kept tone and her breast, despite being heavy, were melons to be plucked. Julia rubbed her clit, her fingers in a circle. Julia lay in Carol's lap and began to suck on her tit. It felt so good she sucked harder and slipped a few fingers in her wet pussy. Carol held her head, tingling at the sensation of Julia's mouth suckling at her breast. Carol reached down and massaged Julia's moving hand. Julia groaned and looked up at Carol. Her fingers moved faster. She'd never done anything like this before and it was making her so wet. She shoved her fingers in deeper and faster, then stopped. She unclasped her overalls and wiggled them down to her ankles. She spread her legs so Carol could see her pussy. Then she switched hands. She put her wet fingers in Carol's mouth and shoved her other hand back into her pussy. Working frantically she put in two, then three, moving wildly. "I'm gonna cum," said Julia with timid resolve. Carol nodded and reached down underneath Julia's shirt to knead her breasts. Julia came with her eyes shut tight and her mouth frozen open in a muted scream. Then she let out a grown, her muscles locking as she leaned into Carols bosoms. She came unbelievably hard. She saw Carol's gently eyes staring down at her, cradling her head and stroking her hair. Julia's eyes followed Carol's other arm. Her hand was embedded in her shorts, moving slowly in circles. She sat up, turned over, and unzipped Carol's shorts. She dove into her face, kissing wildly. Julia felt feverish. She had to get these woman's clothes off and touch her beautiful body. Carol was taken aback as Julia parted her legs and began to rub her thighs. She closed her eyes, then opened them again quickly, realizing a young, beautiful girl was making love to her. She kissed Julia back. She wanted nothing more than to taste this girl completely. She grabbed Julia's ass and pulled her close. Julia found Carol's slit and was rubbing two fingers over her clit. She moved away from Carol's mouth and began to knish her teeth on her neck. She could taste Carol's sweat and it only turn her on more. Carol brought her knee up between Julia's legs. She sat back and pushed down, rubbing her clit over and over again against it. Julia didn't know what was going on. She'd lost control. Shoving two fingers inside Carol's pussy her hand felt overwhelmed by the heat and wet. She twirled her fingers up inside Carol to find her "scream spot". She wanted to see Carol scream and cream at the same time. Swishing her fingers back and forth Julia could see Carol's control fade. Carol's hands began to wander aimlessly in wild directions. She licked her lips and closed her eyes. Julia was close. She'd been grinding herself on Carol's knee, smashing her clit and lips against the rigid flesh. She was feeling flush. Carol could no longer tell what was going on. Giant pulses of pleasure moved through her like lightening. At any moment she was about to explode at moments Julia's fingers were making. She hadn't felt this good since that weekend with Julia's mom. Julia couldn't wait any more, her hips were gyrating wildly. She put her head on Carol's shoulder and came, biting down on Carol's neck. Carol jumped at the pain, making the leap right into her orgasm. Pleasure flooded her and she released a sustained yell as her pussy exploded. Fluid rushed all over the couch, over Julia's hand and everywhere. She'd squirted. Carol opened her eyes, incredulous as to what just happened. Julia licked Carol's neck softly and hummed with satisfaction. Julia then went on to dream many other things. What If The door to bedroom slowly creaked open. Heather had been unable to sleep and her attempts to arouse Julia had been unsuccessful. She lay there in the dark listening to Julia making low moans and whimpers wishing that they were a difference kind, all Heather's doing. She heard the door open and a silhouette move in. There was a waxing gibbous moon out and her dark-adapted eye could make out Jim's physique tiptoeing into the room. She sat up slowly and gave him a big smile. He smiled back and put one finger to his lips. She nodded and bit hers. He was wearing a blue t-shirt that showed the trim outline of his pecks and black sweatpants. Walking over the side of the bed he took down his sweatpants low enough to let his cock dangle. Heather reached over Julie and grabbed it. Bringing her hand back to lick it she quickly returned to stroke it slowly. "You're, so, bad," she mouthed silently. He made a kissing motion with his lips and she continued to stroke him. He was getting harder. Julia was fast asleep. Jim brought himself closer to the bed. Heather sat up and carefully leaned over the slumbering Julia. His cock met her closed lips and he pushed as she met his eyes. She smiled and opened her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft, welcoming him into her dark warmth. He only moved his hips slightly so as not to hit the side of the bed or Julia in the face with his balls. It was a thrill for Heather, and so naughty. She was blowing her best friend's dad right above her. It almost felt wrong, but the payoff of Jim's warm cum all over her face and down her through assuaged and guilt. Heather slowly gripped his cock tighter and brought it lower into her throat. Jim could feel the contours of her mouth and the beginning of her esophagus. She bobbed a little faster, her gag reflex non-existent. Her hair swayed noiselessly in the light and Jim felt like exploding all over it. His knees were getting weak and he bent them slightly to lessen the angle for Heather. "I'm going to cum soon," he whispered. Heather nodded slightly. Julia sat up and licked his balls. Jim came all over both of them. He covered his daughter's cheeks with semen and Heather's waiting mouth, now wider because of shock. She watched Jim dump quarts of cum onto his daughter's face, which she licked at readily. More cum squirted into Heather's mouth and lips, her hand never slowing. Julia turned and giggled. She licked her father's cum off Heather's cheek. Heather, who had been waiting for the chance to seduce Julia, kissed her. They swirled Jim's cum with their tongues, swallowing semen and saliva alike. Jim was so proud of his daughter. "Looks like the plan worked, daddy," said Julia, "You took a while to get here though." "Sorry, angel face," replied Jim. What If... Hey everyone, just to warn you, I do change tenses a little bit in. I know, I know, it's a terrible thing to do, I'm sorry!! But I didn't really notice it because I was so wrapped up in the writing, and when I did, it wasn't worth it to go back and fix the mistake. Besides that, you'll become so enraptured with the story, you won't notice anyway! I think the story is better for it!! Feedback is always nice, good or bad, I just like e-mail! So, read, enjoy... always yours, Vixen. Be forewarned: I write this with the intent of getting you aroused. I'm just thinking of Friday while I'm writing this, which provides ample inspiration (ample = my chest :) I'm good with word associations). I was thinking about you earlier today, when I bought a new skirt from Express. It's cute, a wraparound, black, with a belt. It's an extra-small. When I was trying it on I looked in the mirror, and pictured myself back in the car on Friday, wondering what it would have been like, if I had had the skirt then, perhaps with thigh high pantyhose, and maybe even a lacy black garter belt, and what if.... We were driving along, on the blvd., like we were on Friday, and holding hands, and caressing each other lightly. What if, when you finally started moving your hand up my inner thigh, there was no resistance because I was wearing a skirt, and not jeans. What if I hadn't been wearing underwear, you would have felt right away how wet I was for your touch, how much I wanted you in me. What if you had been playing with me all the way through that dreadful city, (which always reminds me of Mantioch, which, I can't recall for the life of me where I've heard that name before, for a city...) all the way to the storage place, you would have pulled your fingers out of me and licked them clean, and I would have kissed you, tasting myself on your lips and tongue. You would have dashed in to get what you needed, and hurried very quickly back to the car. I would be waiting for you, patiently, horny, but knowing what was coming (lol). You would have gotten in, closed the door, and looked at me with that very glazed look of lust in your eye (you know the one I mean, you always comment on how I get it). I would have pushed you back in your seat and unzipped your jeans, undone your belt, and pulled your hard cock free from the constraints of your Dr. Seuss boxers (we so love Dr. Seuss, do we not?). I would have held you for just a moment, and then I would have moved my fingertips to your head, to play with the precum that is just starting to flow. You were incredibly hard before, but now you are rock solid, if such a thing is possible, and so I initiate what we are both waiting for. I shift around in my seat so I am comfortably facing you, and then suddenly, before you can blink, I am straddling you, my tight, dripping teenage pussy over your cock. You are pulsing with excitement; my skirt is almost covering your view of what is happening, but luckily, it is a short skirt... I slowly lower myself down onto you, making sure you are in me just right, before slamming down, feeling the shaved base of your cock on the bare underside of my pussy. You are so deep inside of me it is unbelievable. I am so incredibly aware of you. I lift myself up again, slowly, while I look into your eyes, and just when I expect that you are going to beg me to fuck you harder, I slam myself down again, harder than before, bringing you deeper than before, and I feel you hit my G-spot, and I shudder with pleasure. Just as I am about to lift myself up again, I feel your hands on my sides. They roam around, gently massaging me, working their way to my breasts. When you finally reach them you are not so gentle. You violently squeeze my breasts, pinch and twist my nipples without mercy, because you know that I love that. When you do this it turns me on so much. I lean in and kiss you, a silent thank you for the pleasure you are giving me, and for what I know is about to happen. I pull myself up once more and slam myself down again, harder than the previous two times, hitting that wonderful spot yet again and I scream as I contract all my muscles around your cock. You cannot hold back and you come inside of me, filling me even more with the warm feeling of your semen, and I can feel it inside me. Even after your powerful climax, you are still semi-erect, but I slide off you, because my little teenage pussy can take a lot, but only so much at one time. As I slide back over to my side, I give you a wonderful view of my ass, and also a preview of what's in store for later. Come on, you know you want it... And we both know that you can’t resist.