1 comments/ 51632 views/ 4 favorites Revelations By: Side-wind-er The following story is an erotic fictional work. Relating the adventures of the crew of Deep Space Nine Space. A Space Station in the outer reaches of the know galaxy. Which include characters copyrighted by Paramount. The story is intended for non-commercial enjoyment of mature readers. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. Prologue: Starfleet Orders, star date: -46421.0 At the request of the Bajoran Provisional Government, Starfleet has agreed to establish a Federation presence in this system. Following the withdrawal of the Cardassian occupation force. Commander Benjamin Sisko, together with other Starfleet Officers and personnel will report to station Deep Space Nine. Chapter One Sisko, his Chief of Operations, Miles O’ Brien walked along the promenade deck looking at the utter devastation around them. The Chief was talking, “The Cardassians decided to have some fun on the day they left. Four Bajorans were killed trying to defend their shops.” Sisko replied, “Why hasn’t anybody cleaned this up?” “We’ve got all available personnel assigned to repairing the primary systems Sir, The Cardassians took every component of value. We are virtually defenceless. I have discussed this with Major Kira, Bajoran Attaché, assigned by their Provisional Government…” “Understood!” Sisko interrupted. “What about the civilians who occupied the shops?” “A lot of them lost about everything they had, a few are trying to rebuild, most are packing up to leave.” As they approached an open doorway a Bajoran priest exited and said to Sisko, “ Commander, please enter. The prophets await you” “Another time perhaps!” “Another time.” The priest withdrew. Miles and Sisko looked at one another in puzzlement, they continued their walk. Eventually they came to the Ops Room. As they entered Sisko asked O’Brien, “Any word on our Science and Medical Officers yet?” “They’re expected tomorrow.” O’Brien pointed out the office at the top of a set of stairs. “That’s the Prefects office.” Sisko looked in the direction the Chief was indicating, “So all others have to look up with respect.” “Yes Sir! Major Kira has been using it. By the way Sir, have you ever worked with her?” “No Chief, why?” “Oh, no reason, she’s a fox with a body to die for,” as he responded the Chief drew an outline in the air with his hands. “I see Chief, a bit of her looker eh!” “I should say Sir. Rumour has it she even fucked the Cardassian Commander!” “Then, Chief a think it is time to meet Major Kira; Carry on!” Sisko walked upstairs; the doors at the top opened with a swish, entering he saw figure dressed in a Bajoran Major’s uniform. She was leaning on the edge of a desk facing away from him so he could not see her full features. He did notice her auburn hair and slim figure. She was engaged in a heated argument with a Bajoran official via a view screen set into one of the walls. Exasperated, Kira finished her tirade with the official. She turned and hit a hidden switch on the desk, the monitor blinked off. It was then that she noticed Sisko for the first time. He was tall, well-muscled figure, slim waist. His skin was the darkest she had ever seen. Her gaze continued down his body until her eyes detected a movement in his crotch causing his uniform trousers to bulge noticeably. Hidden desires rushed through Kira’s mind. She barked at Sisko, “Yes!” “ Commander Benjamin Sisko.” “I suppose you require the office?” “Well I thought I would say hello first, then take the office. Or we could do it any way you like!” Kira smiled and in her most sexy voice said, “Hello!” “Is there something bothering you Major?” “You don’t want to ask me that Commander!” “Why not?” “Because I have a bad habit of telling the truth. Even when people don’t want to hear it, I don’t believe the Federation has any business being here!” “The Provisional Government disagrees with you.” “The Provisional Government and I don’t agree on a lot of things. Which is why they sent me to this God forsaken place. I’ve been fighting for Bajoran independence since I was old enough to hold a phazer. We finally drive the Cardassians out and what do our leaders do; call up the Federation and let them right in!” “The Federation is only here to help!” “Help us; yes I know, the Cardassians said the same thing sixty years ago!” “Major, when I was ordered here I requested a Bajoran national as my first officer. It made sense, it still does; at least to me. Now you and I are going to find some way to reconcile our differences, both on and off duty.” At that moment a panel on the desk started to buzz, while Kira looked at the console Sisko took the opportunity to study her, O’ Brien was right she is beautiful and the ridge on a her nose added something to her beauty. His gaze settled on her breasts, for the moment hidden by her uniform, they appeared full, firm and slightly uplifted, he noticed that her nipples caused little peaks in the fabric of her uniform. He leant forward slightly over the desk to view the lower half of her body; the fabric of her uniform had ridden up into her crotch giving a view of the love triangle tantalisingly the hidden by her uniform. Sisko could feel the growth of his sex within his trousers. He hoped the bulge, which was rapidly growing, did not show too much. Though Kira was paying attention to the console on the desk, she did notice the bulge at Sisko groin. The intercom crackled into life, “Yes Major!” “Odo, are you reading something at A 14?” “My security array has been down the last two hours, I’ll meet you there.” Kira sighed, “We’ve been having a lot of break-ins lately; no need for you to come along Commander.” As Major Kira left the Ops room Sisko noticed the sway of her hips and the way her tits bounced under the confines of her uniform. Oh, she was so hot. In a vault, situated in area A14 a Ferengi youth and an older alien were pilfering valuables and placing them into sacks they were carrying. “All right; just stand just where you are!” Odo commanded as he entered the area. The Ferengi and the older alien turned and ran towards the stairs to their left. At that moment Kira and Sisko arrived. Kira barked out an order “Hold it!” The older alien turned to face Odo, as he did so he took a throwing weapon from his belt and began to swing it around his head, faster and faster it rotated. The alien released his grip; the weapon flew directly at Odo’s face, Kira and Sisko gasped in shock as the deadly weapon hit Odo full in the face. Odo’s face dissolved into a gelatinous moving mass. The weapon passed through and embedded itself into an iron pillar. Odo’s face coalesced back into human form. The alien gave out a startled yell and ran towards Odo. Odo threw himself at the alien and pinned him against a wall. Sisko pushed past Kira, pulling out his phazer, he fired a warning shot, shouting, “That’s enough!” Odo’s security team took custody of the alien. Odo walked quickly towards Sisko demanding, “Who the hell are you?” “Odo; this is our new Starfleet Commander.” Kira retorted as she walked towards them both. “I don’t allow weapons on the promenade deck, that includes phazers.” Odo responded. A Voice from the shadows called “Nog what’s going on?” “Boys in a lot of trouble.” Odo pointed out. “Commander; my name is Quark. I used to run the local gambling establishment. This is my brothers’ boy. Surely you can see he has only a peripheral involvement in all of this. We are scheduled to depart tomorrow. If I could be permitted to take him, I promise he will be severely…” Sisko Interrupted, “That won’t be possible. Take him to the brig.” Kira whispered to Sisko, “Quark probably sent the two of them to steal the ore samples in the first place.” “Major there’s a Ferengi legal tradition, it’s called a plea bargaining, I might let the boy go, but I want something in exchange from Mr Quark, something very import.” Later that day in Odo’s security office, Odo, Sisko and Quark were talking about Nog. Sisko was saying, “Its really quite simple Quark you’re not going to leave.” “Not going to leave, but were packed and ready to go.” “Unpack!” “But I don’t understand Commander; why would you want me to stay?” Odo cut in, “I’m curious myself; the man is a gambler and a thief.” “I’m not a thief!” “You; are a thief!” “If I am you haven’t been able to prove it!” Sisko intervened, “Please; my officers, Bajoran engineers, their families depend on the shops and services of this promenade, if people like you abandon it, it’s going to become a ghost town. We need somebody to step forward and say; I’m staying, I’m rebuilding. We need a new community leader and it’s going to be; you Quark.” Quark threw his head back and laughed, long and hard. “Community leader; me!” Odo added slyly. “Seems reasonable; you have all the character references of a politician.” “How could I possibly operate my establishment under Starfleet rules of conduct?” Sisko pointed out, “This is still a Bajoran station; we are just here to administrate. You run an honest establishment and games, you won’t have any problems from me.” “Commander I made a career of knowing when to leave; this Bajoran Provisional Government is far to provisional for my taste; and when governments fall; people like me are lined up, and shot!” “There is risk: but then you are a gambler Quark.” “And a thief!” Odo added forcefully. Sisko continued, “You know Quark, that poor boy, is about to spend the best years of his life in a Bajoran prison. I’m a father myself; I know what your brother must be going through, the boy should be with his family, not in some cold gaol cell; think about it, its up to you.” With that Commander Sisko walked out of Odo’s office, the doors closed behind him. Odo said, “You know at first; I didn’t think I was going to like him!” Sisko was returning to his quarters, picking his way through debris strewn across the corridor floor, when he heard a noise coming from inside of one of the rooms leading off the corridor. Looking inside he saw Major Kira working within the room, clearing out the rubbish. She was wearing what appeared to be a white sleeveless silk top, tucked into her uniform trousers. The material was slick with the sweat of her efforts, causing it to adhere to her body particularly over her breasts, so much so that as she moved the light caught the now translucent material enabling Sisko to clearly see the dark circles of her aureoles and nipples, which, due to the constant rubbing of the material were fully erect. The ache in his groin made Sisko realise that he had the mother of all hard ons. Oh how he ached to get his prick out and wank off whilst he watched Kira. As his hand was moving down towards his prick, Kira turned and walked towards him, pushing past him in the doorway, his hand dropped to his side as her breasts sank into his chest, he could feel the heat of her body through his uniform. For a split second their two bodies moulded into one, Kira in turn felt the solid mass of Sisco’s prick push into her sex. Then they were a part. Quickly Sisko called, “Major!” “Everyone’s busy repairing the primaries. I suppose Star fleet officers aren’t used to getting their hands dirty?” To hide his embarrassment Sisko began to pick up the rubbish, tossing it onto the pile Kira had already made. Kira continued to speak, “In the refugee camps, we learnt to do what ever needed to be done; it didn’t matter who we were.” “I was just talking to our good neighbour Quark, he’s laying odds that the Government is going to fall.” “Quark knows a good bet when he hears one, this Government will be gone in a week, so will you!” “What happens to Bajor then?” “Civil War!” “You think it’s inevitable?” “The only one who can prevent it is Kai Opaka, our spiritual leader. Our religion is the only thing holding our people together, if she would call for unity they’d listen. Leaders of all the factions have been trying to get to her, but she lives in seclusion, rarely sees anyone.” “Commander; it is time!” The priest appeared, as if out of nowhere. Chapter two Sisko arrived on Bajor and was taken to The Kais’ temple; she greeted Sisko, “I apologise for the condition in which we greet you.” “The Cardassians?” “Your arrival has been greatly anticipated. Let me explore your Pah Commander!” “Pah?” “A Bajoran draws courage, from his spiritual life; a life force; Pah, Commander please!” “Opaka if we could discuss…” The Kai reached out and grasped the lobe of Sisko’s ear between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly, “Breathe!” Sisko let out a deep sigh. “One who does not wish to be amongst us is to be the Emissary, please come with me.” Opaka led Sisko to an ornamental pool, whereupon the surface of the pool disappeared to reveal a circular stone staircase leading down into an underground chamber. The Kai continued speaking as they went deeper into the chamber, “You are correct Bajor is in great jeopardy, but it is the effect of one’s spiritual life that far out ways the other.” Sisko cut in, “Perhaps! But I am powerless until...” “Commander, I cannot give you what you deny yourself!” “I’m sorry!” “Look for solutions from within, Commander; come with me.” Opaka turned and walked towards an altar, she opened a casket resplendent in crystal ornaments, inside was a shining object in the shape of an hour glass, it was slowly rotating and gave out and eerie white glow. Opaka moved away to let Sisko have a better view of the object. “What is it?” Sisko enquired. “The Tear of the Prophets.” Sisko stared intently into the object; suddenly the objects glow enveloped him. In less than a heart beat Sisko stood in a sandy cove on a beautiful sunny day, he was carrying a tray of lemonade. The sand was extremely hot, burning his feet. He did a little dance trying to ease the pain, then running on short distance he came to a sudden stop, showering, a young woman, lying on a beach towel with sand. She was wearing the smallest Bikini Sisko had ever seen. She was laying face down sun bathing, the strap of her bra was unfastened revelling her naked back and her arms were folded underneath her. As she turned to see what was going on she momentarily lost grip of her bra, revelling a pert little breast underneath. Regaining her composure she shouted, “Hay!” “I’m sorry it’s just that; Jen!” “Yes!” “Jennifer!” Exasperated, “Did we meet last night at George’s party?” “George; Jennifer. Wait a minute, this is impossible!” “Are you OK?” “I know this place; it’s the beach where we met!” “Have we met here before?” “I was carrying three lemonades; the sand was burning my feet; and I stopped here. Do you realise how incredible this is. No of course you don’t: Jennifer, have a lemonade!” Sisko laughed in sheer delight at this discovery. “I’m afraid I don’t accept drinks from strange men. Tell me the truth have we really met before?” “No.” “Then how to know my name?” Sisko hesitated, “I: George told me at the party.” “Are you going to tell me your name?” “Benjamin Sisko, I’ve just graduated from Star fleet Academy, I’m waiting for my first posting.” “Ah! A junior officer; my mother warned me to watch out for junior officers.” “Your mother is going to adore me!” “You’re awful sure of yourself.” “It’s not every day you meet the girl you’re going to marry!” “Do you use this routine a lot with women?” “No, never before, never again, how about letting me cook dinner for you tonight, my father was a Gourmet Chef. I will make for you his famous Aubergine stew.” “I don’t know.” “You’re supposed to say, yes!” “I’ll probably be sorry.” She was standing close to Sisko; he was taller than her. Standing on tiptoes she reached up and pulled his head toward her and kissed him passionately on the lips. Sisko slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her body towards him. She could feel his bulging cock pushing against her groin. Bending down she picked up the beach towel and her Bikini top. Breaking away from him she ran towards a beach hut not far away and went inside. Sisko ran after her, upon entering he looked quickly around. She was lying naked upon a pile of cushions strewn across the floor. Sisko closed the door drew the curtains, crossing the room he knelt beside her. She reached up and pulled him down onto her, his hands moved over her body cupping her breasts, running his fingers over her nipples causing them to become hard and erect. Then continuing over her body towards her crotch, running his fingers through her dark thatch towards the slit of her sex, pushing her lips apart he inserted his fingers inside her cunt and up towards her clitoris, he started finger fucking her until her juices were running freely. She called out, “Fuck me Ben, quickly before I cum!” She helped Ben undress. Watching as he knelt between her open legs, she sat up a little and slipped her fingers between the lips of her cunt holding them open. Pushing her back on to the cushions Ben took his throbbing cock in one hand as he positioned himself over her body, his other hand took his weight as he lowered himself into her; he felt the lips of her cunt close around his shaft. She reached up and pulled his body on to her, her legs locked around the small of his back as he began to push ever deeper into her. At first he began to move slowly in and out, then, moving faster and faster as their joint passion overtook them. As his cum shot up his shaft she felt him tense his muscles as he exploded, feeling his molten cum filling her twat, her girl cum mixed with Sisco’s hot seed caused a warm after glow. Spent, Ben relaxed on top of Jennifer. After a short while he began to withdraw his cock from her cunt. The room was suddenly filled with a green light. The glowing object appeared once again and Sisko found himself back in the chamber with the Kai. With anguish Sisko called out, “Jennifer.” The Kai looked at Sisko as he knelt on the floor sobbing. She closed the door to the casket. Turning she walked back to Sisko and placed her hands on his shoulders, comforting him. She knew what had just taken place. She said, “Nine orbs like this one have appeared in the skies over the last 10,000 years. The Cardassians took the others. You must find the Celestial Temple before they do.” “The Celestial Temple?” “Tradition says the Orbs were sent by the Prophets to teach us. What we have learned has shaped our theology. The Cardassians will do anything to decipher that power, if they discover the Celestial Temple; it could destroy us.” “What makes you think I could find your temple?” Opaka took the casket from the altar and give it to Sisko, “This will help you.” “Opaka …” “I can’t unite my people until I know the Prophets have been warned. You will find the temple. Not for Bajor, not for the Federation, but for your own Pah. It is quite simply Commander, the journey you have always been destined to take. Oh! Benjamin, live and enjoy!” Chapter three Sisko was in his quarters when his combadge chimed, Kira’s voice came over the air, “Sorry to disturb you Commander I think there is something you should see on the promenade deck.” As Sisko arrived on the promenade deck he noticed a number people milling around. He followed the crowd; they all appeared to be going towards Quark’s bar, which was open and in full swing. Entering he mingled with the crowd, they were of different races and sexes. All were engaged in drinking, gambling and having a good time. Revelations DEEP WITHIN THE HIMALAYAN MOUNTAINS sits a palace that nearly blends into the mountainside, nearly looking like it naturally belongs there. The snow is just beginning to pick up showing signs of an upcoming storm. Up high atop a ridge overlooking the valley and palace sits a dark skinned creature with pointed ears, wild orange hair and a mask similar to that of a Kabuto. Behind her sit impatiently three Yeti, ancient creatures pulled from the deepest bowel of Hades and fully under her command. Each creature is far larger than the tiny dark skinned figure is with their massive upper body and arms compared to their smaller torso and legs. Beneath the thick pelt of fur stick out spikes of clear bone that resemble ice from their head, backs and forearms. Drool constantly drips from a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and bad breath to match. Destroy anyone in your way, but make sure the sword stays safe. She says in an ancient tongue. The Yeti grunt digging their terrible clawed hands into the snow and then they leap over the edge and down the mountainside. Meanwhile down across the valley in the quiet sanctuary of palace is the leader of the Black List, Alexandros, and his wife Rashida, former Egyptian princess. Pulling out he thrusts deeply into her, burying himself totally inside her. He thrusts in and out, hard and fast, burying his cock totally in her body. Rashida moans loudly with each hard thrust. He reaches down to lift her legs and she wraps them around him. Leaning forward he kisses her face and neck, all while thrusting hard into her, fucking her as deeply as he can. Her pussy feels so tight around him, warm and wet. He thrusts hard into her, repeatedly pounding himself into her body. He feels her pussy opening around his cock, taking him into it with each thrust. As she arches backward, he lowers his mouth down to take the offered breasts. Her moans of pleasure grow deeper and harder. She begins to push up toward him with each thrust, grinding her pelvis into him, taking him as deep into her body as she can. Outside the three Yeti descend onto the palace grounds. Working solo, the beasts tear through the grounds and guards, ripping flesh from bone. Alexandros hooks his hands under Rashida's shoulders. Holding her tightly, he sucks on her breasts, moving between them, licking them all over and biting gently at the hard nipples. She cries out wild cries of passion as his cock slams in and out of her. Then she squeals sharply just before he feels her body tighten around him as she erupts into an orgasm. She squeals and gasps into his neck and the sensation of her cumming brings him to the edge of his own, but he never gets there. Before his eyes her head goes rolling of her shoulders onto the floor. Standing behind his wife is the vilest creature to ever walk this earth. He slides Rashida's body off and attempts to make it to his sword, Masamune, but before he even get a few feet he feels the point of a sword at his neck with the blood of his wife still fresh on it. "I would stay very still if I were you," the dark skinned creature says glaring at him. "I'm here for the sword." "Isn't going to happen, Magi," Alexandros spats at her. "Interesting that a human knows what I am," she says a little puzzled. "Not real hard if you study your history." A glint comes to her eye and she says, "So here is the famous Alexandros." She smiles. "Sorry but I didn't really recognize you without your clothing. My, my, those are quite a few scars you have." "Happens when you fight against evil like you." "Tsk, tsk. I'm not evil, just someone with an agenda." She slips the blade up and strikes him across the face with the broad side of it, sending him to the floor. "Now like I said I am here for Masamune." "Like I said it isn't going happen," he says defiantly. "As soon as I hand it over I'm dead." "That's the idea," she says wickedly. "Then do it," he says holding out his arms wide, exposing his chest to her. Her wicked grin returns beneath the mask and she raises the blade to strike, but instead of doing so she spins around to catch the blade of Uriel, Alexandros' Valkyrie guardian. "Sneaky devil," she says. "I am no devil, you slimy whore," Uriel replies. They engage in combat between each other, both as good as the other like to sword masters fighting each other with neither gaining the upper hand over the other. Alexandros takes this opportunity to race over to Masamune. He slides the sword from its sheath and starts to join the fray when he is interrupted as one of the Yeti blast through the wall taking him to the ground. The weight and strength of the creature is enormous and surprising to him, but being a veteran he is not easily over taken. As the Yeti brings up his hand to deal a deathblow, Alexandros manages to free his sword and take its hand off at the wrist before bringing the weapon back around and taking its head. The full weight of the now dead creature drops on him and it takes a moment to maneuver his way from beneath it. When he gets to his feet he is somewhat relieved to see Uriel and the Magi still locked in battle. As he races across the expanse of the room Uriel suffers a similar fate as yet another of the Yeti crash through the wall and into her. The dark skinned creature laughs and heads for the open window. As she reaches the ledge she looks back and nods to Alexandros. "Until next time." Then she is gone out the window. "Go after her," Uriel yells. "I've got this one covered." Alexandros nods. Naked or not his blood burns for revenge. He runs at the window when a portion of the ceiling collapses with yet another Yeti down on top of Uriel. Indecision hits the leader of the Black List as he struggles between his friend and his vengeance. Finally, his friend's life wins out and he leaps for the closest if the beasts. The beast turns quickly, like he was expecting Alexandros and catches the man by the throat. The beast roars, launches spit of the smaller human. Alexandros calmly drives Masamune through the beast's head. He falls to his knees recovering just in time to see Uriel cutting the last of the beasts in half. The Valkyrie runs to the window past his friend and looks out. "No sign of her," he says. "The storm has already picked up and her tracks are gone." He turns around to face his human friend. "I told you to go." Alexandros doesn't speak or face his friend as tears stream down his face as he holds the body of his wife in his arms. FUNERAL PYRES FOR RASHIDA AND any others that died were held the next day with the remainder of that day used for mourning. Repairs were quickly set in motion because of both the cold and possibility of another attack. Alexandros only made his appearance before the whole of the Black List during the funeral pyre events then holed up within the great hall on his throne dais relaying orders through Uriel. "You can't stay here forever," Uriel says as she enters the great hall. "The fight is out there where we must strike first before they come back here in force." "And you think I do not know this?" Alexandros snaps. "I understand you're suffering, but you must clear your mind of this matter or send me to take care of it." Alexandros looks up at the Valkyrie quickly. "What is it you know that I don't?" "I know who attacked us and where to find them." "And you've waited this long to notify me of this?" Alexandros says angrily. Uriel gives him a look of sincerity. "I thought it wise to give you the time you needed to grieve and I am more than willing to undertake the mission if you need more time." Alexandros stands grabbing Masamune in the process. "Get what provisions we need," he says with authority. "We leave within the hour." BY THE TIME ALEXANDROS ARRIVED at the gate with two handpicked men, Uriel was already waiting with the provisions they would need along with four horses. "Bringing them may only get them killed," Uriel informs him. "From the looks of it, you knew they were coming," he replies grinning. "That's because I have know you for far too log now." "Then you know they are coming with us." She shakes her head as she hands off the reins to the other three horses. "Where we are going is a place we shall not take lightly." AFTER THREE DAYS OF TRAVELING through the Himalayas nearly nonstop, Uriel led Alexandros and his two most trusted men to a large mountain side. Before them sits a cave just large enough for them to enter on foot. "What is this place?" Alexandros asks once they dismount their horses. "This," Uriel says, "is a cave. Beyond here lies the Valley of the Loteu." "The name holds no meaning for me." "I'd suspect not," she says. "Finding any written word of them is near impossible." "Them?" "The one that attacked is named Hirikika Eheclaln, a Magi." A look of recognition springs across Alexandros' face and Uriel capitalizes upon it. "You had forgotten what Madu looked like." "For a moment," he admits. "But I should have realized. I thought the Magi and Espers were on the side of good, not evil." Uriel smiles. "Any creature created by God is given free will and with it the choice to choose a side. Just as humans can be good or evil so can everything else." "Then who are the Loteu and why do you wait until now to notify me of their existence?" He rushes up the Uriel and grabs her clothing lifting her slightly off the ground and into the nearby wall. "Rashida could still be alive if not for your secrets!" Uriel remains silent and calmly waits for Alexandros to releases her. "I didn't tell you because I do not have the authority to." He spins back around to face her. "Then who does? Who decides to send a guardian for me but deems it necessary to leave me in the dark about such matters?" "Like the men and women that follow you answer to you, I answer to another," she answers showing a hint of real anger for the first time since Alexandros has known her. Then her features smooth out as calmness reclaims her. "I do not like it anymore than you do, but orders are orders." He shakes his head. "Then why are they here, allowed to exist and why do they want this," he holds up Masamune, "so badly?" "Long ago after the Asura were created and reign destruction upon their people and planet a council of twelve Magi and Espers forged twelve swords, infusing their souls and power into them. A champion was chosen and the twelve swords merged into one, Masamune. But the champion believed he could not lead an army against the Asura and fled to Earth with what remained of his people. "When his people learned of what he did they became outraged and cast him out. For the sake of mankind and his own people, he hid the sword. Generations passed and the sword was forgotten about, at least that was what we hoped. The Loteu, members of the original scientists that created the Asura learned of the swords secrets and began seeking it out, ever unsuccessful, until now." "So why haven't they been destroyed?" "They have grown powerful over the ages and since they have remained here secluded we have left them." "You're afraid of a war with them and the loss of lives," he accuses the Valkyrie. "So now you risk my life to do your dirty work?" "It's not so much like you put it," Uriel deflects. "To hell it isn't!" he shouts. "You are a warrior beyond words and beyond any human to walk this Earth." "Your bravado isn't going to change my feelings," he sneers. "I do this because I seek vengeance and no other reason Uriel. I will not be used as a pawn for someone else's bidding." "Whatever reasoning you use Alexandros, this fate has been thrown upon you." "Fate is a word used as a lie," he says. "Lead us through so we can get this over and done with." Uriel about to speak opens then shuts her mouth and turns toward the cave. Alexandros instructs the two men to carry the supplies and they follow the Valkyrie into the cave. The passage leads them through a series of twists and turns and strangely never grows dark, always at a constant twilight. Alexandros walks with his hand on the hilt of Masamune while the other two men cling to the supplies and their own weapons already drawn. Eventually the team steps out from the mouth of the cave and into the Valley of the Loteu. Expecting to see snow and sky, all except for Uriel are surprised to see an open cavern with the same twilight glow cast across the ceiling. A moss-like grass, something none of the men have ever seen before covers the cavern floor, while a strong steady river flows through the center of the valley. Above them hover five gigantic statues carved straight from the rock depicting women. All across the cavern walls are small streams of miniature-like waterfalls feeding the river below. Cresting the edges of rock along the walls is the same moss-like grass. "What are those?" Alexandros asks pointing toward the massive statues. Without looking up Uriel says, "Those are depictions of the Loteu. The other four are further down the valley." "How far down the valley before we reach our destination?" he asks as he scans the valley walls. "The valley isn't very big, but I suggest we rest and start for it early tomorrow," Uriel suggests. "I don't like it," Alexandros says. "We're left too much in the open and we're on lower ground." Uriel frowns. "This valley is unpatrolled and the last thing the Loteu will expect is a preemptive attack from us. More than likely they believe your still mourning for your wife." He doesn't like it and against his better judgment he nods his agreement. At the base of one of the valley's many waterfalls camp was set up. Afterward Alexandros instructed his two men across the river while pretending to still be in camp. Uriel questioned about the two men, but Alexandros lied about them getting rest while he took first watch. He hated to lie to the Valkyrie but something nagged at him in the back of his head. She accepted his excuse and shortly after retired to her tent leaving the Black List leader alone. He sits there watching Uriel's tent while his two men kept watch over the valley. The uneasiness never left him and eventually he signaled the men and retired to his own tent. Several hours later he is awoke by a sudden movement within his tent. Instantaneously Masamune is in his hand and at the throat of beautifully tanned woman with long dark hair. "Be quick with who you are before I cut your throat," he threatens. "My name is Isirath and I've come to give you warning," she answers. When Alexandros doesn't show any movement she continues, "If you wish to not believe me then kill me now." He scans the woman over noticing her sexy body underneath the very few clothes she is wearing. "You are far out of place here," he says. "And yet you've never been here, you can claim such an assessment." Alexandros is about to make a comeback, but she continues. "You're right I do not belong here, but I have had my eyes on you for quite some time." "An assassin, working in league with the Loteu then." "Quite the opposite," she answers. "In fact someone closer to you is." He looks toward Uriel's tent though he cannot see through his own to see it. "Yes, your suspicions serve you well." "She is Valkyrie," he protests. "Why would she betray us?" "The seed of doubt has already taken root, even before my arrival." "How would you know?" "It's a gift I have," Isirath admits. "I am an Apsara. My mother was a Magi and my father a demon." "I still don't know why I should believe you, a half demon." "For the same reason you do the Marids and Zombies under your command," she answers with a smile. He pulls Masamune from her throat and turns to leave the tent but is stopped when Isirath's hand reaches out to grab his. "I would wait until the morning." "Why should I let a traitor remain in my mists?" "Because Uriel has already left to convene with the Loteu," she explains. "They will strike in the morning." "And what about you?" he asks sounding very accusingly. "Why are willing to help me?" "Another of my gifts is I catch glimpses of the future," she says brushing his cheek. "Because of this I am drawn to you. I cannot say more because the future is ever shifting and can easily be swayed." She leans in and kisses him hard, firmly pushing her tongue into her mouth. She entwines it around his, sucking his tongue into her mouth as she runs her hand up and down him softly, bringing him to full arousal. Then she breaks away from the kiss and shifts to kneel in front of him, pulling open his pants and lowering her mouth down to his cock. Her tongue flicks out and she begins running it over his cock Alexandros places a hand on her head stopping her. "I can't." "I know you feel you can't," she says gazing up at him. "So sit back and relax." She pushes him back and lowers her mouth down onto his cock. Alexandros moans softly as he feels her lips sliding down him. She starts slowly, moving gently down him, sucking softly on his cock as her mouth moves up and down him. He moans at the feel of her mouth on him. She curls her tongue around his cock, making him gasp. Slowly her movements grow deeper and her sucking harder, drawing him deeper into her mouth. Isirath lifts her head up, looking at him as she runs her tongue down his cock. She curls it around the base then licks back up along the underside. Alexandros gives a long groan of pleasure and she takes him in her mouth again, swallowing all of his cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Alexandros gasps hard arching his head at the pleasure. She is sucking hard on him each time she moves along his cock. He reaches forward to wrap his fingers in her hair, gasping as her movement grows faster. She sinks down on him, taking him deeper into her mouth. This time he knows he can feel the head of his cock brushing against the back of her throat. Then she goes further, sliding down until her lips are pressed against his groin. He feels his cock sliding into her throat and she holds herself still before moving back up, then she drops back down him again, taking him deep into her throat. As she increases her speed, swallowing him totally each time she sinks down, her lips slide along his shaft. The sensations flow through him exquisitely. Pleasure sweeps through him in waves, breaking against his resolve. As her movements grow harder and faster he feels his will crumbling. She keeps up her movements even as he warns her of his impending orgasm. He groans as he feels all his control shatter as her mouth slides down him, taking his cock deep into her throat once again. His balls tighten and with a series of sharp grunts he cums, pumping his cum into her mouth. Her lips clamp around his cock, letting him fill her mouth with his cum, holding him still until he empties himself. Then she pulls away and gives a deliberate swallow and licks her lips to catch any remaining cum, smiling lustfully as she does so. "Very nice," she says. "I take it that it was nice for you as well?" "Amazing," he answers with lust filled eyes. Then he pulls her up to him and kisses her hard while reaching down to rub at her pussy. Isirath moans as he runs his fingers along her flesh and she reaches down in reaction to wrap her fingers around his cock. Revelations "Still hard," she whispers. "You want more?" He nods bringing a smile to her face. "Good because I want to feel you inside me." Her eyes flash with lust. She positions herself on his lap and slowly lowers herself down onto him, sliding her pussy down his shaft until he is buried completely inside her. As she does, she lets out a long shuttering sigh. "Oh yes, that feels good." She murmurs before sliding back up. She drops herself back down slowly until he is buried in her again and then she begins to ride him. She starts off slowly at first, sliding up and down his cock. He watches her as she slides along him, enjoying the way her body shudders with each gasp of pleasure. Slowly her movements increase, growing faster and harder, sliding her pussy along his shaft quicker, each time she drops right down on him. Alexandros runs his hands along her thighs, feeling the way her muscles rippled as she moves on him. He focuses on his attention on her breasts, watching her mounds lift and fall in time with her movements. He runs his hands up to cover them, cupping them and squeezing them firmly and rubbing his fingers over her hard nipples. She gives a soft moan of pleasure in response. Holding her breasts still, he leans forward to take one in his mouth. Isirath gives a sharp hiss of pleasure as he sucks on the breast. He draws it into his mouth, sucks hard on it, licking his tongue all over it. Then he moves to repeat the process with her other breast. Before biting on the nipple, he sucks on it and flicks his tongue over it. He moves to do the same with the other nipple continuing to move between then, licking and sucking firmly on each nipple. Isirath moans loudly and he feels her movements on him increase again, until she is riding him hard, dropping onto him, taking his cock deep in her pussy. The way her pussy ripples down his shaft, causing his body to shudder. Her face twists with pleasure. Her eyes close tightly. Her mouth opens gasping deeply. Alexandros slides his hands down to her hips, wrapping them around her and starts thrusting up into her as she sinks down onto him. She gasps and her eyes shoot wide open. He thrusts up into her each time she sinks down, ramming himself even further into her body. Feeling the way her body jolts with each thrust, her moans grow louder. She leans back, arching herself away from him as she rides him. He reaches between her thighs and begins to rub at her now exposed clit. "Oh fuck," she gasps as he rubs at it. "I'm cumming," she squeals as her body explodes. He grips her tightly as she rocks on him, squealing as her orgasm rolls through her body. Gripping her waist tightly, he twists around, dropping on top of her. Then he begins to ram into her hard, slamming in with all his strength. "Fuck!" she cries out with the first thrust. Her hands claw at the blanket beneath them. Alexandros grits his teeth and pounds into her, fucking her hard and fast. He rams repeatedly into her body, slamming his cock deep inside her pussy. Her body rocks with each impact. Her breasts jolt hard and he reaches up to grab one, pawing roughly at it as he fucks her. Isirath squeals loudly, arching upward sharply. "Fuck yes!" she gasps arching her head back. He rams into her as her second orgasm makes her pussy tighten around his cock. Alexandros grunts as the sensation slams into him. Burying his cock deep into her pussy, he explodes inside her, pumping his cum deep into her. She cries out in pleasure, riding her orgasm even as she feels his cumming inside her. The two stay locked together until their orgasms die. MORNING COMES QUICKLY WITH ALEXANDROS and Isirath waiting in hiding, watching Uriel's return. She makes her return alone, sliding into her tent silently. Minutes pass before Alexandros' two men signal that movement was being made toward the campsite. Seconds later Uriel bursts from the tent as if there the entire night. "Alexandros!" she yells. "I sense danger upon us!" There is no movement which surprises the Valkyrie. Her face scrunches in anger and she rushes over to his tent ripping the entrance open and seeing emptiness. Anger floods her and she races over to the other two tents repeating the process. She spins around, scanning the immediate area. "It's a trap!" she calls out. To her left stand two dark figures, one pulls a dagger from the back of Alexandros' man and the other runs a dagger across the other's throat. "That is obvious," one with hair darker than her skin says. "You didn't do a very good job at convincing him," the other, with bluish hair says accusingly. "Or you two were spotted," Uriel argues. "Or I just know a traitor when I see one," Alexandros says stepping out from behind a large moss covered boulder, Masamune drawn. "What lead your suspicions?" Uriel asks drawing her own sword. "Me," Isirath answers stepping out from behind the two Magi. Instantly the two Magi were spinning around. Their daggers are replaced with scimitars. "So you've brought an ally I didn't know about," Uriel says. "Kisa, Ikalyta, can you handle her while I kill Alexandros?" Ikalyta, he dark haired one smirks. "This one is trivial. It is you that you should worry about." Kisa laughs. "We would certainly hate to have to do all the work ourselves." The two Magi take up a fighting stance facing Isirath. The Apsara smiles and suddenly her hair turns into fire along with her hands. "Bring it," she says. "You're going to pay for your betrayal," Kisa warns and both Magi launch into an attack against her. "My only betrayal is not following your ridiculous conquest!" she yells as she launches two fire balls the Kisa and Ikalyta, slamming them in the chest, caching them off guard. Uriel throws herself at Alexandros, their blades locking leaving them face to face. "All you had to do was give up the sword," she growls. "Why would you betray God and side with them?" "Free will Alexandros," she answers. "Free will." She pushes off him and presses her attack. Kisa is the first to her feet. Without looking back she closes in on Isirath driving the scimitar at her. The Apsara moves slightly, allowing the blade to pass harmlessly. She then grabs Kisa's arm and using her body as leverage, breaks it then slams a fiery fist into her chest sending her flying backward. Intensity flares in her eyes as she sends a giant blast into one of the massive statues high above them. The fireball hits the statue square, blowing it into pieces that rain quickly down upon the two Magi. The destruction of the statue steals Alexandros' attention away from Uriel for a moment and she uses the opening to throw a kick into his face. He spins around from the force of the unexpected kick, but quickly regains control of his momentum and carries it around full circle bringing Masamune around swiftly to slam the hilt of the blade into the Valkyrie's nose. Her head slings back from the blow as blood sprays outward from her shattered nose. Alexandros spins around, rolling his blade around to drive it up into the sternum of Uriel. Uriel's eyes go wide. She drops her sword which is caught by the moss-like grass softly. "For-forgive me," she whispers. "My mission was to never harm you or Rashida, but to stop what is to come." He lets go of the sword and spins around catching the Valkyrie, setting her down gently. "What's to come?" he questions. "T-the Harbinger will..." Uriel falls silent and closes her eyes. Alexandros shakes her until her eyes open. "The Harbinger will what?" he demands. Her eyes gloss over as she tries to focus on him. "It will come from your line." He reflects on the revelation startled by it. Questions run through his head and answers are now what he needs. He looks back down at the fallen Valkyrie. "What will happen?" he asks. When Uriel doesn't answer, he shakes her. "What will happen?" A hand touches his shoulder. "She is gone and we must go before the rest of the Loteu come," Isirath says. "They are already alerted and on their way." Alexandros stands and lifts Uriel. "Leave her," the Apsara says. "No," he answers sternly. "We're taking her with us." The look in his eyes warns her of no chance of debate. "Fine, but we must move now." "My men," he begins. "I've already set their bodies aflame, giving them some semblance of an honorable funeral," she explains. "Now let's go before we have a battle we can't win." He nods and follows her from the cavern. AFTER SEVERAL WEEKS THE ALEXANDROS' palace was repaired and fortified. Uriel was given a proper funeral and her armor kept as a reminder to Alexandros. No attacks came from the Loteu but the Black List leader knew it was only a matter of time before one came. Lying now in his arms is Isirath. "I know there are things you are not telling me," he accuses. "What do you know of what Uriel said before she died?" Isirath sighs. "The future is blurred and not even I can see that far." "What of the child?" he asks. Rashida and I had plans, but why did Uriel lead me there after my wife's death?" "She spoke of our child," Isirath says. "The line that has now been created." A torrent of emotion rolls through Alexandros and before he can question she places a finger to his lips. "You have a lot to build for the future," she says. "And a lifetime to secure a future against whatever may come." He moves his hand to her belly and she shifts to kiss him deeply. "The Loteu are not going to quit until they have the sword," she says. "No matter where we hide it, someone will find it," he argues. "I found it after all." Isirath looks him in the eye. "Then we unforge it back to the original twelve." "How do we go about that?" She smiles. "I'll show you." Revelations A very special thanks to Frontma for making this submission a better read. * Victor gave a grunt of annoyance as he watched the breaking news on the TV about the latest sex scandal involving a top army General and one of his aides, a married lady with two young kids. The next clipping showed the now disgraced General telling some reporters that it had been a morally incorrect decision on his part. He was sombre faced and looked a lot thinner than in some of the pictures shown earlier with his aide, now also known to be his mistress. "Funny how they all wring their hands and say some sorry remarks AFTER they have been caught," he said to his wife of over thirty years. He glanced at Vanessa as he said that. They were in their living room catching up with the news after dinner like they had always done for the past so many years. They had made this a habit of theirs so that they could share some quiet time together, especially during the years their children were growing up and free time or "us" time was a commodity in real short supply. Now both their children, James and Karen, were adults and had their own families. James was 30 and an electrical engineer. He had married his childhood sweetheart a few of years ago and they had a three-year-old daughter. Karen, at 28, was the younger one and had married a guy she met in her office. They had a two-year-old son. Victor himself was 59 years of age and Vanessa was a couple of years younger than him. She was and always had been a fitness freak and that showed in her well-toned 5'8'' body with big juicy-mama boobs and a derriere that still made heads turn. No doubt the effects of gravity and age were discernible, but they were only just discernible. Her brown hair had that just-right tinge of white streaks in it which went well with her green eyes and cheerful face and, as far as Victor was concerned, his wife was one hot mama and grandma. Just a glance at his wife sitting next to him began a stirring in his loins. He may be a year short of sixty but long walks on a daily basis along with Vanessa and power yoga helped in keeping his equipment going strong and steady. Some of his colleagues were already having high BP, high sugar levels and related issues. He was lucky. At six feet, with silver grey hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a successful CEO than a retired technocrat. Victor looked fondly at Vanessa. Her favourite serial was coming up next and he shifted closer to her and placed his right hand on her thigh. He knew her well. A bit of foreplay in the midst of her favourite serial never failed to turn her on. He could get lucky tonight. "I suppose like any other two adults in an affair by mutual consensus, they never thought they would get caught one day," she replied with a toss of her neatly coiffed brown hair, her green eyes fixed intently on the telly screen. Victor turned back to watch the news. A retired war veteran was now on the screen telling the world how difficult these constant foreign postings were. The men would be away from their families for months in a row and, well, men would be men. He then went on to say that the General in the dock for putting his pecker in the wrong hole had been to six foreign postings in the last ten years. His manner and style of presentation left the listener in no doubt that the concerned lady aide of his, who was also married like he was, had been his only source of entertainment at an otherwise tough and cold frontier. "Do you think the absence of the near and dear ones and the resultant loss of companionship can be considered to be a genuine and forgivable reason for adultery?" asked Victor. He was not sure but for a moment his wife's body seemed to have tensed up and then relaxed. He had been gently stroking her thigh and he was sure his palm had felt that sudden tensing but he could not really be sure why. She was silent for a minute or two as though considering her thoughts and then she replied, "We live in a society where gay marriages are no longer frowned upon, couples are in open marriages, live-in relationships are not even worth talking 'bout ... in short, it would depend upon the individuals concerned. It would be wrong for anybody else, including us, to pass opinions on matters that are essentially personal in nature. " Victor digested his wife's reply. It seemed a bit hazy, answering but then not really answering what he had asked. By "individuals" had she meant the man and woman involved in the affair alone or perhaps also about their respective relationship with their spouse or partner also? Did she mean that it was okay to cheat if the couple were in an unhappy relationship with their respective partners and craved the companionship of the opposite sex? Victor's mind didn't get any more time to ponder his wife's replyas Vanessa shifted her position at that time and her legs opened up invitingly. Victor wasted no time in moving his caressing fingers closer to her womanly treasure. His hands grazed his wife's panties and he felt the heat emanating from her core. Vanessa's serial was now playing on the TV and she was completely engrossed in the unfolding story. With his hand playing over her panties, Victor took her juicy left boob in his mouth from over her flimsy nightie and began sucking upon it. Vanessa responded by pulling his face into her breast and running her fingers thru his hair. This took him by surprise as she normally reached this level of arousal only towards the end of her favourite serial. Her love tunnel had also attained a level of arousal that made sure her panties were soaking wet. He pushed aside the fabric and began running his fingers up and down her vaginal opening. Vanessa let out a low moan even as her eyes continued to remain fixed on the screen. Her hand travelled down and into his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening shaft and began to gently stroke him. She began pumping his shaft in tandem with his fingers moving in and out of her wet tunnel. They continued with their foreplay for some more minutes till Vanessa breathed out her wish. "Take me, Victor, take me now," she whispered, breathing highly irregularly. Now Victor was completely surprised. It would be the first time they would be doing it on the sitting couch even before the serial came anywhere near to a close for the evening but he wasn't complaining. He quickly stepped out of his clothes and then watched Vanessa as she adjusted herself and stuck her ass up in the air, her nightie pulled up and around her waist. By now the serial was all but forgotten. For some moments he stood behind his wife, stroking his lengthening cock as he admired her smooth, round ass. Her vaginal lips were parted and he could see the inner pink lips. His cock had stretched out to its complete six-and-a-half inches; it was long and on the thinner side, the circumcised head a bright tomato red. Victor moved closer and lovingly ran his palms over his wife's buttock cheeks, caressing them, admiring them. He then began running his tongue up and down her ass crack, leaving a trial of wet saliva. "Ohhh ..." moaned Vanessa as her womanly scent filled up the room. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth was half open as she enjoyed the sexual sensations building up inside her. Finally, Victor stood behind his wife and began rubbing his knob up and down Vanessa's wet slit. "Aahhh ... yes! Yes, put it in, Victor Brown. I need you" she moaned out softly, knowing fully well that the real fun was just about to begin. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning Victor left early for his old firm's office. A couple of years earlier he had resigned from his post of Vice President. His company really didn't want him to go; he had been with them for over twenty years, beginning as a site engineer and gradually making his way up the hierarchy. But Victor was adamant. He had discussed the issue with Vanessa before taking it up with his company. With their children taking up jobs and starting families, the two felt they needed more "my time" for meeting their extending families more often. In a couple of years Vanessa would also be putting in her papers. They finally agreed that he would continue to be associated with them as a consultant. The idea appealed to Victor as he could continue to be in touch with the construction industry while his old company would benefit from his vast experience. As per understanding, Victor would visit the office two to three times a week unless something important came up. This gave him ample free time to pursue his hobbies, namely golf. On the other hand, Vanessa held a senior post in the accounts department of a company having a chain of retail shops across the state. She had been with them for the past ten years, ever since they relocated from Dallas to Houston when he had been promoted and had to move over to the head office. In fact, it was the hard work put in by her in her previous firm in Dallas and the glowing letter of appreciation given by her old boss Harry Wolman that had helped her get the new job. Harry had been well acquainted with the owners of the retail chain and when they had decided to move over to Houston, he got in touch with them and helped Vanessa get the job. The two were grateful to Harry for that. Back in Dallas, Vanessa had joined Harry's company as soon as Karen was old enough to go to school and had been there from that time until their move to Houston, almost fourteen years. The decision to move to Houston had not been much of a problem as by then, both the children had finished school and gone off to college. Given her long association with his company, Harry went the extra mile in ensuring she got the job. There were times when Victor would fondly recollect their years spent in Dallas. Both their kids had been born and raised there and sometimes he wished they had settled there after retirement but Vanessa had not been keen. As she reasoned, they were closer to their kids and grandchildren from Houston and that mattered more than the nostalgic memories of the past. Better to live in the present than the past had been her line of reasoning. Victor didn't see any reason to argue with that and with the consultancy offer, it didn't seem to be a bad choice at all. That evening there were some more updates in the prime time news about the fallen General and his mistress. Looking at the frantic media coverage the affair was getting, it seemed as though this was the next best thing to have happened for the press industry since the sad and tragic events surrounding Lady Diana's demise. According to the newsreader, the woman involved had told her friends that she regretted the damage done to her family and others by her affair. "You know what?" said Victor to his wife as she handed him his glass of wine. "She says she regrets the hurt she has caused her family but she has nowhere mentioned that she's sorry for the affair. How can a woman ... or for that matter a man ... be so ambitious and totally focused upon climbing the corporate ladder? Did it never once cross her mind that she was being deceitful and breaking the trust bestowed upon her by her husband?" "How can you be so sure that this affair was all about ambition and glamour?" replied Vanessa softly as she sipped her wine. Victor was taken aback by the reply. He looked sharply at his wife who continued to stare at the TV screen. "That lady out there is not a twenty something immature girl but a fully mature forty-year-old woman! You mean she deliberately and consciously made the decision to step out of her marriage? Are you saying that she developed feelings which should have been reserved for her husband and ventured headlong into a steamy affair ignoring even her children and the repercussions it could have on their future upbringing?" asked Victor incredulously. By now the news channel was showing some old clippings where the woman could be seen doing push-ups along with the person interviewing her. It had been taken around the time the mistress had released a book about her lover, written by her. It was the General's biography. Of course, at that time the world didn't know that the General and the writer were also sleeping together when not discussing the book. "Victor, women and men don't think alike. Try and understand what I'm trying to say. If one were to ask women their most cherished moment, most of them will tell you about a picnic outing incident or coffee at a bistro one rainy afternoon, but the guy involved would most probably recount the various positions they had sex in AFTER returning home from the bistro." For some moments neither spoke as Victor tried to understand the point his wife was trying to make. Then Vanessa continued, "During the time the lady was drafting the biography, the two of them were thrown together for many months, if not years, and most probably gradually developed a mutual bond of sorts, a coming together of two minds." "And bodies too," replied Victor testily. It seemed as though his wife was condoning the actions of the erring couple. Vanessa pressed her lips together on hearing her husband's outburst and continued to gaze steadily at the TV screen. "That guy is old enough to play grandfather to her young kids. At least he should have shown the maturity ... which our leaders thought he had before assigning him those important foreign postings ... for ensuring that the mutual infatuation did not cross any unreasonable limits," continued Victor in a tone he normally reserved for lecturing his juniors. "Ah! If only one's heart could think and behave rationally like one's mind. It was an affair of the heart, fully consummated by the two," she whispered. Victor was flabbergasted. He could not believe what he had just heard his wife say. The way she was going on was as if this was another episode of one of her tear-jerker soap operas. "For the sake of her family and young children, if nothing else, I hope her husband thinks of her betrayal in the same way as you do," he replied testily. There it was once again. He was sure he felt her muscles tense up on hearing him say that; she was sitting a bit straighter too. Perhaps he should not have sounded as harsh as he did, thought Victor. It seemed they had unconsciously taken sides here. He had sided with the betrayed guy while his wife had sided with the adulterous woman. Victor picked up the remote and changed channels. The next few days Victor really didn't get time to follow up on the affair of the fallen General and his married mistress. He and Vanessa were expecting their children and grandchildren over for Thanksgiving and Vanessa had given him a long list of things to do. There were items to be purchased for the little ones who were, it seems, in constant touch with their grandmother thru their parents' mobile numbers. Then there was the precious chinaware to be safely put aside in the attic. The idea was to give their grandchildren enough open space to run around freely without crashing into something expensive. Victor got so involved in his chores that he decided to forgo his golfing session. Little did he know that his decision would change his life forever. He spent the whole day wrapping up the expensive dinner set items in soft cloths and old newspapers and then putting them in cardboard boxes which were then hauled up to the attic. That done, he began moving some of the other fragile living room items to the garage. He didn't hear the doorbell ring the first time as he had been busy putting things in place in the garage. By the time he re-entered the main house, the guy from the courier service was more or less keeping his finger continuously pressed to the bell. Victor glanced around quickly before making way to the front door. He still had a lot of things to complete. "You the Browns?" asked the courier boy nonchalantly, as he obviously shifted his chewing gum from one side of his mouth to another. "Parcel for you," he continued in the same breath as he held out a paper for Victor to sign. "These kids of today just have no manners," grumbled Victor as he slammed the door shut. He put the box on the kitchen table at the same time as looking to see who the sender was. It bore his name, "V. Brown," and was from a legal firm in Dallas. The fact that it was sent by somebody from their old town raised his curiosity. Perhaps, had he not been so preoccupied, he would have realised that the initials "V. Brown" could also stand for "Vanessa Brown." Perhaps he would have then let Vanessa open up the parcel after she had returned from work. But things didn't happen that way; Victor picked up a kitchen knife and slit open the packing tape. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sound of Vanessa's car turning into their driveway in the evening broke the eerie silence prevailing in the Brown's residence for the past several hours. It was followed by the sound of her car door opening and then closing. A few moments later Vanessa walked into the house thru the garage door. "Hi, honey, I'm home," she called out as she busied herself with the task of putting down some shopping bags she had been carrying along with the bag carrying her laptop. "My, my, somebody has been really busy today," she continued in a light tone as she surveyed the disarrayed scene in the living room. "Honey, c'mon down and join me in the kitchen. I'm gonna brew up some real hot coffee for both of us," said Vanessa as she made her way to the kitchen. The fact that her husband hadn't responded till now didn't seem to have aroused her curiosity. "Hey, what do we have here?" he heard his wife say. Victor looked down thru his red rimmed eyes at the photocopied paper he held in his now almost numb hands. Until just recently, they had been trembling uncontrollably. Victor gripped the piece of paper in his hands as though his very life depended on it. He had rearranged the parcel contents just as he had found them, with the letter addressed by his wife's lover at the very top. He knew that's what she must be looking at this very moment. Victor put on his reading glasses and began reading the letter once again, knowing full well that his wife must be doing the same also. My Dearest Pretty Petals, If you have this letter in your pretty hands and are reading it, then let me tell you, my dear, that my time in this world has come to a close and the Lord ordains that I be at his Heavenly Abode. First things first, please, please, do not grieve for me. I'm an old man in my seventies; or rather, I'm a lonely old man in my seventies and have been so ever since Martha passed on so many years ago. Her going the Lord's way had literally taken away the zest for life in me. As you know, she had been my childhood sweetheart and we had married when we were just twenty and nineteen so she was there beside me in my good times and bad times for almost forty years as bad health and illness slowly ebbed away the life in her. She knew she was going and so did I but to the very end we clung to each other like two teenagers, cherishing every moment, every precious moment we still had to share 'til finally it was time for her to move on. So, like I just said, please do not grieve for me. In fact, it's now time to be reunited with my girl. My children are well settled and even my grandchildren are now ready to fly out from their nest so, my Pretty Petals, say your goodbyes with a smile to this senile old man. If there's life after death then it's time to start up all again and check out where my Martha is. And as for you, my Pretty Petals, if it had not been for your loving care and kindness during those dreadful days after my Martha left me alone and helpless like a piece of dead wood adrift in the ocean, tossed around here and there by waves and currents, I would have long ago passed away. Don't argue. I know that is the truth and so do you. You took me in your loving care, comforting me like a mother would comfort a grieving child. The warmth of your love and our intimacy worked like a magic potion. Revelations You know, the truth is, I always had a soft spot for you in spite of our age difference. Whether it was watching you at work or watching you being busy during your children's birthday party, I always had a strong affection for you. Perhaps in many ways you reminded me of my younger days when my kids were at home and Martha and I had our hands full. Those special touches and naughty whispers that you girls in the office gossiped and laughed about were really meant for you alone. I said those things to the other girls just to cover my tracks. It seemed it worked out okay as whenever you girls in the office would exchange notes my naughtiness would figure high and you all laugh it away as an old man's senility. And then after I was left alone in this world, I saw another side of you, a caring and loving side. Have you ever wondered what the symbol representing womanhood (a full circle with an equilateral cross) signifies? Well, let me tell you: the circle represents spirit and the cross represents matter. And you, my dear Vanessa, are the epitome of womanhood. You nurtured this fatally wounded soul back to health, giving it a reason for living. If Martha is watching me write these last words to you, I'm sure she wholeheartedly agrees. And the physical intimacy that you shared with me? It was fantastic! You were always so alive, filled with energy (and naughty tricks). Even the Playboy girls could learn a thing or two from you. In short, you are the epitome of womanhood, in spirit, in mind, and definitely in body too. May the Lord fill each minute and second of your life with happiness and good health! You love children and I hope the Lord gives you many more of the cuddly young 'uns. Well, Pretty Petals, it's taking quite an effort to pen my eternal gratefulness to you. Let me come to my main reasons for writing this letter to you. The first reason you have perhaps already guessed by looking at the stack of photos and CD's enclosed with this letter in the parcel. Yes, you guessed right. These are memories of our togetherness. Please forgive me for this voyeuristic streak in me but you know me so well that perhaps you were already aware of it though you never spoke about it. Well, I had cameras strategically fixed in my office and home. But rest assured I've never shared these memories of our togetherness with anyone, not even with some of the ladies with whom I shared friendship ... that too at your behest and you know all about them. With my end near, I could not bear to burn them so I'm sending them to you. Please keep them close to your heart forever as I have. And now for the other reason. Darling, my lawyers will be shortly getting in touch with you about a cheque for two million dollars made out in your favour. Remember that trip we took to Miami for two days? We had sailed out of the harbour and lived totally nude under the open, blue skies? (Sigh.) that's one trip I wish I had taken my surveillance camera also. We snorkelled in the nude then spent the whole lazy afternoon making love on the open deck. Then we would prepare dinner, get drunk, and then again make love in the living quarters. Those were great moments we shared together. You may also remember that on the last day we visited an art gallery and you selected some portraits. Well, my Pretty Petals, they are now estimated to be worth close to a couple of million dollars and I don't think I should pass that on to any of my children. I have instructed my lawyers to get a fair price for them and send the full proceeds over to you. If you wish, you can send your bank details to my lawyer and he will have them electronically transferred to your bank account. Well, I think I have said all that I wanted to. My dearest Pretty Petals, I again wish all the very best in life to you. Take care. Forever indebted to you, Peachie The letter slipped out of his lifeless fingers and floated down to rest near his feet. The letter left very little for one's imagination. His wife of over thirty years had had an affair with her boss back in Dallas. And he never ever suspected anything was amiss! An incident came floating back from distant memory. Harry and Martha had been quite the party-going types and used to throw parties every now and then. Like all the parties given before, this too was a grand success. It was getting late and he had begun looking around to catch hold of his wife as she had had too much to drink and he didn't want to have any problems while driving home. She was not to be seen in the living room and neither was she in the kitchen. He stepped out onto the patio and stopped short. His wife was with her boss in one dark corner of the patio. Harry had his arms around her waist and had pulled her close to himself. He was leaning close to her and seemed to be whispering into her ear. Vanessa, as far as he could tell, didn't seem to mind the closeness and had a smile playing upon her lips. Since it was dark and they were a bit far off he couldn't be sure but it seemed Harry's hips were moving as though he was dry humping his wife! He didn't like it one bit. His foot must have nudged something because, on hearing the sound, Harry immediately stepped back to a more dignified distance. Victor approached them and spoke as though he hadn't noticed anything. His wife, he noticed, had gone a bit reddish in the face and it certainly had nothing to do with the drinks. Later, back in the car, he let her know what he thought he had seen and asked for her confirmation. Although she didn't deny anything outright, she brushed away his misgivings by telling him that Harry got frisky with just about all the girls, especially after a couple of drinks. "With all due respect to Martha, one look at her and you'll understand why he gets so cheeky and grabby at parties" was what his wife had said that night with an impish smile. Anyway, she assured him that it was something she could handle. That night they had had great sex and by the next morning, all misgivings had been forgotten by Victor; that is until now. Victor remembered Martha; she had always worn her hair short and perhaps in looks was very similar in build and style to the wife of that general who was in the news nowadays for other than battle victories. His tenure certainly didn't see the nailing down of the dreaded terrorists overseas but he had definitely nailed something much juicier. Just as Harry had nailed his wife. He picked up his smart phone and began thumbing thru the pics he had scanned and loaded on his laptop as well as his mobile. There were pics of them doing it in the office. He did not have a longer cock but it was much thicker. He remembered telling his wife rather proudly that he had an "athletic cock" to serve her needs, neither very long nor too thick. They had been to some nudist camps and Vanessa had got around to jokingly comparing his with all the others on view. She did seem to have a happy look back then but now he was not sure if perhaps she had always had a craving for the thicker ones. Perhaps he would ask her now ... not that it mattered much. Her preferences were obvious in the pictures. Harry invariably had his trousers and boxers off in his office for their quick lunch sessions as discernible from the time shown by the wall clock. One picture showed Harry leaning back on his office chair while his wife played with his thick long shaft. He had his eyes closed while Vanessa seemed to be staring with a mesmerised look on her face. Another picture showed her with her blouse and her bra pushed up to reveal her round, juicy boobs with their nipples pointing straight ahead in total arousal. The next one sickened him. His wife was again topless and Harry seemed to have shot his cum all over her face. He could see his cum on her lips, on her boobs, and some even sticking to her hair. They were both laughing and she seemed to be shaking and squeezing his cock for the last drops of cum. As he tapped on his smart phone's touch screen to increase the size of the picture, he noticed the date on the table calendar; it was almost six months after the passing away of Martha and a year before they moved to Houston. Martha had been diagnosed with cancer of the liver. The excessive partying had finally taken its toll. The diagnosis had come too late and the cancer was in an advanced stage; she passed away six months later. Her death had changed Harry. As far as Victor could recollect there were no more parties attended by them at his place but by then he had started an affair with his wife; he really didn't need to party anymore to dry hump his wife. For almost one full bloody year they continued fucking each other and he didn't have any inkling whatsoever! He felt his chest tighten and the bile rising to his mouth. He was a cuckold just like that doctor in the General's downfall! "What was the General's wife thinking right now?" thought Victor. She had been humiliated in pubic eyes by the very man for whose family she had selflessly sacrificed everything. For over thirty years she had stood like a shadow behind him, encouraging him to take on the toughest of assignments on behalf of the nation, knowing full well the difficulties she and their family would have to endure. "What was she thinking now?" he repeated to himself, as though the answer to his pain and humiliation lay in her thoughts and actions. She was in the same age bracket as him and at their age, one looked forward to a simple life after retirement, grandchildren, and watching the sun go down in the west with one's partner beside him or her. The last thing to cross one's mind would be about a cheating spouse and its ramifications, its pain and humiliation. The General's wife had selflessly served her family and it showed in her appearance. She certainly could not give competition to a mother of two young kids who would be basking in the afterglow and beauty that comes along with the delivery of a child. "And the cuckold, what's he thinking about? He thought his wife was travelling all over the globe to give the final touches to the biography of one of the finest soldiers their nation had produced but now it seems she was also getting nailed by him at different places and locations across the globe." He smiled belatedly at the fact that he was not alone in his hour of deceit and pain. Before he could contemplate moving to the bathroom, he heard soft footsteps approaching his study room. He wiped away his tears and tried to suppress the urge to vomit. He may be a cuckold but he was not going to allow his cheating wife to see the humiliation on his face. He put on his specs and bravely faced the door to his study. The door swung open silently and Vanessa walked in as though on tiptoes. She stood looking at him silently. Victor stared back, trying his very best not to blink or shed a tear. The bile was still there, somewhere near his mouth. He could recognise its rancid odour. He took a deep breath and counted to ten backwards before speaking. "The parcel was marked to V. Brown and was from Dallas so I mistakenly presumed it was for me," he said in as steady a voice as he could muster up. She had been crying. Her makeup was completely wrecked by the tears that had made tracks down her face while her neatly styled hair wore a dishevelled look as though she had just got up from bed and come directly to the study. She nodded her head and sat down in the only other chair in the study. It was across from him and to one side. He kept looking at his wife. She in turn would glance at him and then go back to staring at the wall over his shoulder as though it contained some vital, hidden hieroglyphics which could help them through their current crisis. What should one say to one's wife of thirty-plus years? What should a mature man of almost sixty years say to his cheating wife? They had seen life together, all its surprises and all its ups and downs. He was old and he was not going to live forever; that was Nature's way of doing things. The next generation, their grandchildren, had already arrived in this world to continue their lineage long after they were just memories. So, just how should one confront the grandmother of one's grandchildren? How should he seek justification for the insult and humiliation heaped upon him? Why did she kill him without killing him? Why? "Victor, I ... I'm ... this may sound trite but it's not what you think ..." she began nervously and then stopped as words failed her. Not what I think? That's it? Eight years back, a mature mid-forty-something married woman cheats on her husband, her family, and her commitments and now says it's not what I think it is in her defence? For almost a year! It was not a one-night stand but had continued for many months. In one of the scenes on the CD his wife had been dressed as a Playboy bunny with a fitted corset and just a bright red thong to cover her womanhood. As the CD played he saw Harry just move aside the wet thong and plunge in his thick manhood into her wet slit from behind. He had stared at their fornication for some minutes before turning away in shame and humiliation. But Harry had still been going strong. The old fart had stamina, that's for sure. Victor had never felt so low and bad before and perhaps it showed on his face because he could see his wife cringe and shrink back into her chair, guilty of something he had never before thought possible. At least that doctor in the news did not have any CD's to see his wife fucking the General, he thought bitterly. The images of his wife dressed as a bunny with her glazed eyes wide open in pleasure and her big juicy boobs jiggling in response to the thrusting from behind just wouldn't go away. There were other clips equally as erotic. The old fart had real good taping techniques. He wondered whether the General had also made CD's of himself with his mistress at different locations across the globe. "I ... we ... it was not deliberate or planned. After Martha's death, we at the office noticed that Harry was losing grip of himself. He was devastated by her death," said Vanessa in her second attempt to start a sensible dialogue between them. Victor nodded in agreement; he was aware of it as well as many others who knew Harry. It had all happened so fast. In just six months from the diagnosis, Martha had moved on. In those six months Harry had changed doctors, flown her out to bigger and better medical institutes, but even the best of the doctors could not prevent the inevitable. He remembered Vanessa telling him how they would leave some papers on the table for him and when they would come in later, they would find them undisturbed and Harry just sitting staring at his laptop screen. On their insistence, he had visited doctors who prescribed some sedatives. "He ... he ... it was as if he had lost the will to live. The medication prescribed by the doctors helped. He once again began taking interest. At the same time, we at the office also made it a point to be around him as often as possible. The idea was to keep his mind preoccupied with office matters so that he didn't have time to start thinking about his loss. But it soon became obvious that, although he acknowledged our concern for him, and although he was surely doing his best, he was just not there with us. Now the problem was that, as head of the business, Harry was also our chief negotiator. He was good at it. But now he seemed to be losing his touch. Like I said, he just didn't seem to be there with us anymore," said Vanessa. Victor looked at the dishevelled face of his wife. All that she had just said was something he had been broadly aware of in those days but he couldn't understand how it related to her affair. "That was when some of the senior members of the company had a small meeting with Harry. It was decided that he would have a company aide with him during these important meetings with clients," said Vanessa. She stopped to see how her husband was taking this all in. Victor looked back quizzically at her. He wondered where this was all going. "I was appointed as Harry's aide," continued Vanessa. As she said those lines, Vanessa looked back at her husband with a look of ... what? A defensive but at the same time defiant look. Victor leaned forward, his interest rising. "I made it a point to ensure that Harry got all the input he required from all the departments for any upcoming meeting. This called for a lot of networking with department heads and their staff. It also required that I develop some kind of an understanding of the work undertaken by all the departments. By this time, Harry had begun to get more and more involved. That was a good sign for us. He then coached me about the functioning of some of the departments and the basic but essential parameters I had to ask for and ensure. Things began clicking and business began improving. We worked as a team. I began accompanying him to all the client meetings, even out of town," she continued, eyeing her husband warily as she mentioned her out-of-town meetings. By now, Victor had begun to understand some things but he didn't interrupt his wife, preferring that she tell her part of the story. "Eventually I had more or less assumed the de facto post of his chief advisor. The business began improving and we were successful in stopping the southward movement in sales. In fact, I had made it my duty to ensure that he did not miss his medications also. His total reliance on me was apparent to one and all and it made me feel proud that I had succeeded in pulling the company back from the brink of catastrophe," continued Vanessa with a look of ill concealed pride on her face, her eyes having a faraway look as she recalled the past events. Victor continued watching his wife but with a sharper eye. The bile was again threatening to ruin the composed look on his face and the severe constriction was back in his chest. His analytical technocrat mind had already grasped a lot and was way ahead of the storyline unfolding between bursts of tears and sobs. "So you became his concubine," he retorted aloud, remembering one of the terms being lavishly used by the press in describing the fallen General's married lover. Vanessa jerked back as though struck hard. Her face turned a crimson red at the insult and anger flashed from her wide open eyes. "Don't you dare call me names," she said angrily. She had her arms wrapped tightly across her chest and was breathing hard. Victor looked on in amusement. He began wondering just how his wife looked upon herself and the selfless yeoman service she had rendered. "Names? Of course not! How could you ever think of that? In the Roman days, a concubine enjoyed almost the same rights as a wife. In fact, the word concubine was even inscribed on tombstones. Of course, a man was considered dishonoured if the concubine went on to have relationships with another man," shot back Harry. Somehow he was enjoying the discomfort being felt by his wife. Even the bile didn't seem to be threatening him so much now. The silent standoff continued between the two until she finally uttered, "I was not a concubine." "Why don't you continue," Victor wearily replied. "Like I said, Harry had more or less become dependent upon me. From the time he came to the office to the time he left, he was with me. This also helped in improving my negotiating skills, thru observing Harry and also thru the tips he gave me from time to time." Vanessa then paused, as though collecting her thoughts. The real story starts now, thought Victor grimly. "But he was still a lost soul. Sometimes when we would be having dinner at the hotel restaurant during our out-of-town client visits, he would gaze at the couples sitting at the nearby tables with a reminiscent but sad look in his eyes. And then once, we were on the dance floor doing a slow number and we came close together and he rubbed against me. I realised that he had a hard-on. I looked at him in embarrassment and realised that he had been looking at a real cute couple across the floor. He again had a lost, forlorn look and hadn't realised that he had been pushing his thingy against me," she said in more or less one long breath. Revelations There was a brief silence. Victor could see his wife mustering up some will to continue. "Go on," he said dryly. "Well ... umm ... when we returned to my room, I invited him in for one last nightcap and, well, that's how it started," she finished, once again refusing to look into her husband's eyes. By now the feeling of betrayal and humiliation had been replaced by anger. If what he had heard was correct then that was the time they started their affair. They sure took their time in getting into bed, thought Victor, as he stared down his wife. As he recollected, the General and his mistress had also sung a similar tune, that nothing happened during the time they were globetrotting together but rather, it started once everybody was back to their respective homes. "So you two had sex ... no, make that 'made love' ... that night for the first time," said Victor, with heavy sarcasm evident in his tone. "No! No, Victor! I did not make love to Harry. The Lord knows that the only person I love is you and you alone!" she shot back. "It ... it was ... was a healing, healing of the mind and body." Victor began to feel uneasy. The way his wife had been replying back made him feel as though he never really completely knew his wife of over thirty years. It's been said thru ages that a man can never really get to know a woman completely. It was only now that he was beginning to understand its full import. As he understood, what she was going to tell him next was that they slept together that night, and that was at the very minimum having sex. And when one considers that it went on for almost a year, it would be more close to making love as affections were definitely involved. But his wife, who was the accounts head of a big unit and had the worldly experience of over fifty years, seems to be refuting all of it. What did they do, then, in the hotel room? Play twiddly thumbs? "After a couple of drinks and talking about ... just about everything under the sun but nothing in general, I leaned over and kissed him on his mouth. He ... he seemed surprised at first but then responded back. After some more kissing and caressing I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slip to the floor, along with my bra. I ... I told him that mama wanted him to drink her milky tonite." "You what!" screamed out Victor. "Please Victor, I'm trying my best to be honest with you," whispered Vanessa. Fresh tears had by now already begun to make their way down her pale face. "He ... Harry was all over me. He pressed me down and began playing with my breasts, fondling them, kissing them, and all along singing praises about my beauty. It was funny, hearing him sing my praises, and he got me all worked up too. Then he went for my skirt and I stopped his hand. Instead, I unzipped his trousers and took out his little fella' and gave him a blowjob." There it was, finally. His wife had finally told him how her affair started. Did that General's affair also start off seemingly so innocently? The two would be discussing the draft of his biography and one fine day they just put the book aside and started fucking each other? He wondered what kind of a story the concubine was telling her husband right now. Now that the chips were down it seemed the family she spurned for the General's arms and bed seemed to be the only ones to give her shelter and protection in times of her national if not international shame and disgrace. "The next day there was a new, rejuvenated Harry to greet me at the breakfast table, much more like the Harry of old days. We didn't speak of our tryst of the previous evening but it weighed heavily on my mind. Seeing the glow on his face and the sparkle in his eyes reassured me that I had made the right decision the night before." "Right decision! Of course, it never did cross your mind to talk about it with me before you did, or perhaps you assumed I would heartily back your modus operandi to resuscitate your boss back to life." Vanessa gave her husband a funny look before continuing. "The next few days passed away uneventfully at the office. Harry had changed for the better and I felt happy. We continued to work closely and have lunch together in his office. Then one afternoon when I entered his office he asked me to lock the door and come over. When I walked over to his side I saw that he had removed his trousers and boxers. He was sitting nude from the waist down with his thick cock sticking out. He looked at me with that ... that look in his eyes which he had that evening at the restaurant. I found myself unbuttoning my blouse and going down on my knees in front of him. This became almost a daily routine. I just couldn't bring myself to refuse him." "You couldn't refuse!" repeated Victor incredulously. "Victor, that man had suffered a terrible tragedy!" shot back Vanessa in an almost exasperated tone. "She is not my wife. This is not the woman I married," repeated Victor to himself under his breath. "But the pics and CD's show you both doing much more than having oral sex," replied back Victor. "Victor, I'm sorry for the hurt and pain I have heaped upon you. Watching those clippings must have been terrible. Oh, God, if only I'd known ..." trailed off Vanessa, remorse and anguish writ all over her face. The falling tears were making fresh paths on her cheeks as they coursed downwards. Vanessa bent down her head and continued sobbing quietly. Victor looked hard at his sobbing wife. The anguish seemed genuine, thirty years of living together ensures that a couple could read each other out. But why? Why did she have that affair? Was he inadequate? Did he fail to satisfy her? He knew she did not have an orgasm every time they made love but then that was true for most women. Or did she want something different after so many years, something on the side to remember about in later life? After all, she did seem to stare at those thick cocks on display so many years ago at the nudist beach. His wife was an intelligent woman and so far, what she had said just didn't add up properly to give the whole picture. "So just for the record's sake, when did you two finally start cuckolding me in the complete sense of the word?" Victor lashed out at her. Vanessa flinched on hearing his words. She started to say something, then stopped. She then spoke again, all the time keeping her eyes fixed on the floor, "Harry and me were by now having our luncheon tryst on an almost daily basis. Since I was the one chosen by the company to be Harry's aide, they did not find it wrong to have me spending time for lunch with him. And Harry? Well, let me tell you by now he had reverted back to his old style of meeting and talking with people. Gone was the picture of a Harry walking in with drooping shoulders and going straight inside his office without acknowledging anybody." Victor could not fail to note the element of pride in her tone as she said those words. "We were at one of these out-of-town meetings at the client's place. Harry was at his best and the meeting had gone well. That evening we decided to have a little party of our own. Needless to say, we drank and danced a lot and in short, had some good fun. Harry seemed to be his old self and never failed to grope around on the dance floor. Then he leaned into me and whispered that we should go up to my room for a night cap." "Well, I knew what he had really meant and, well, we had already been doing it regularly so I agreed. We moved out of the restaurant and made our way to the elevators. Once inside my room I went to the bathroom. When I came back, I saw that Harry had fully undressed and was lying on the bed. I ... umm ... I joined him ..." murmured Vanessa once again. "Join him she sure did," thought Victor. The bile was once again threatening to ruin the facade of calmness he was so desperately projecting and holding on to. Some of the images he had seen in the clipping played thru his mind. She sucked him. Sometimes she played with him, sucking his balls and rimming his ass, even fucking his ass with her tongue, but it seemed Harry loved getting sucked off. In another clipping in Harry's living room, he had grabbed her and ordered her to take off her clothes. She had complied readily; she obviously loved being dominated by him, loved being made to do things. Then he had commanded her to accompany him outside to the swimming pool where he ordered her to go down on her knees. She had walked outside in her high-heels, completely naked, her ass swaying provocatively from side to side. It was a great ass and Victor loved it; so did Harry, it seemed. As he had continued to watch the CD, his wife reached out to the zipper of his pants. She unzipped him and reached inside his underwear, and squeezed his hardening cock firmly. He gasped in surprise. She then tugged his pants down, along with his underwear. His cock was not all the way hard yet. Vanessa lowered her mouth to his cock and blew lightly on the head of it. It was a good size, even not all the way hard. She licked her lips and teased the head of his cock with her wet lips. She didn't suck him in yet, just rubbed the head of his dick against her wet lips from side to side. The head of his cock was dark purple as he grew harder. Using the tip of her tongue, she drew circles around the head of his cock. Victor could tell Harry was feeling pretty good. Vanessa then gently sucked the head of his cock into her wet mouth. Victor heard a small moan escape Harry lips. Harry closed his eyes again as Vanessa took him into her mouth as far as she could without gagging. She teased the underside of his cock with her tongue as his shaft went in and out of her mouth, wetting his cock with her spit. She started stroking him with her hand firmly while her mouth went lower and found his balls. Vanessa began teasing his balls with her tongue, licking them, sucking them gently into her mouth with her hand all along stroking her lover's thick, hard dick. Harry moaned really loudly. "Fuck!" He had seen him yell. As Victor had watched in disgust, Harry grabbed his wife's head and started to fuck her face, pushing his cock deep into her throat and urging her to "suck it, baby, suck it". Vanessa sucked him as far in her throat as she could stand and held him there and let her tongue tease the base of his cock. He closed his eyes and jerked as he began spurting inside her mouth. Vanessa held her mouth on his dick and sucked every drop of cum out of his cock. But the show was not over and the two weren't finished for the day. The CD showed Harry looking at his wife with a dazed expression on his face. "Martha would've killed me if I had come in her mouth." That had been perhaps one of the most sickening sentences Victor had ever heard in his life. The man was praising his concubine by disparaging his dead wife! Even more sickening was the way his naked wife was smiling back at her lover; she was literally glowing at the compliments he was gushing out. Then he heard his wife say, "I sucked you till you came; I want the same pleasure." She pushed him gently down on the lounger beside the pool and straddled his face, lowering her wet pussy over his face. "Eat my pussy. You know you want to taste my sweet cum." Victor saw his wife's boss reach out and spread her pussy lips as Vanessa lowered her pussy against his mouth. His tongue found her clit as his wife ground her pussy down against his tongue. He covered her clit with his lips and sucked, making his concubine cry out in pleasure. She rode his mouth hard as he put the flat part of his tongue against her clit and licked even as Victor saw his wife come down hard on his mouth. Harry ate his wife's pussy like a man starving. He went back and forth between tongue fucking her sweet, wet pussy and teasing her clit. Going by the dazed look on his wife's face, it was evident she had her orgasm before he was done. When she finally moved off him, Harry's mouth and chin were glistening with his wife's cum; and he was also rock hard again. The old bastard was vey virile. Her next words would perhaps be forever burned into his memory as he watched his wife lovingly fondle the thick shaft and then say to her lover, "Please fuck me." Victor had watched with tears in his eyes as his wife lowered herself onto her lover's hard cock. "Goddamn, you're tight," he heard him mutter. Then she began riding his dick, bouncing up and down on him gently, her tits bouncing with every stroke. Vanessa covered her tits with her hands and squeezed her nipples while Harry watched in obvious pleasure. Then she got off of him and lay down on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Harry stared for a brief moment before he mounted her, sliding inside her warm, willing pussy. Vanessa wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust up against him. He fucked her that way, grunting in pleasure, for some moments, the fornication continuing undisturbed until his wife unwrapped her legs from his waist and pushed him off her. Then she turned around and bent over, kneeling on the lounge. Harry didn't need to be asked what to do. Victor heard his wife moan in pleasure as she felt him behind her as he pushed that rock hard cock into her tight pussy. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her with all his might. He was in deep and he found her clit with his fingers and rubbed it quickly as he thrust harder and faster. He kept rubbing and thrusting till he saw his wife shudder as her orgasm coursed through her body. At the same time Harry tensed up. He leaned against Vanessa and kissed the back of her neck as he came inside her wet pussy. He jerked twice and then collapsed on top of his mistress, his cock still inside her. For some moments they stayed entangled together until he rolled off his wife, who then reached out and snuggled into him. He began caressing her damp hair, telling her how wonderful she had been. The pillow talk continued till the two of them could be seen dozing off. "Yes, Vanessa, join him you did, at the living room, at the swimming pool, and of course in his bedroom too." Vanessa's eyes opened wide as she covered her mouth with her hand, shock and shame written all over her face. "I'm sorry, Victor. I'm sorry you ..." "Tell me, Vanessa, as far as I recollect those years gone by, you really weren't travelling all that much, but yet, going by the CD recording it seems you two just couldn't keep your hands off each other. So did all the cuckolding take place at his place as shown in the CD's?" His wife flinched on his saying the "c" word. At least she still has that much decency left in her, thought Victor. She spoke again, her face turned to one side, her eyes refusing to meet his. "We ... we had his place all to ourselves. His son was serving in the Army and was stationed overseas while his daughter had moved to New York. Harry would leave the office early with nobody really minding. Then I would also leave early with some papers for Harry to look over on my way home. Since I was the designated aide to him it did not arouse any suspicions," replied Vanessa, the last few words coming in a low whisper. "Yup, you're right it definitely didn't cross my mind to ask you why you were stopping by so often at his place on your way back home. And then I moved to Houston and the coast was clear for you to cuckold me at will. So innocent of me," retorted Victor. Vanessa refused to look in his direction, though her flushed face and laboured breathing clearly indicated that his cross questioning and replies were unsettling her. Vanessa didn't reply. Instead, she continued to stare at her hands resting on her lap. Victor fought to control his feelings and then asked, "Why did you do it?" "We were losing him. After Martha passed away it seemed he had lost his will to live. He was lost and lonely like a lamb lost in the woods. Tell me, Victor; is it wrong to save somebody from dying?" "You're a married woman and you slept with your boss," shot back Victor angrily. It really did seem that he did not know his wife at all. "Victor, supposing you and ... and that big boobied Anderson woman who lives down the road were to get lost in a snowstorm and hole up in this old wooden cabin and as a means to keep warm, the two of you embraced each other and perhaps also had sex. Would it mean that you were cheating on me?" "What kind of an explanation is that, Vanessa?" thundered Victor. It seemed the two of them were tuned to totally different frequencies and what one was thinking and saying was missed out by the other. "The point I want to make is that I have loved you and you alone, Victor, and what happened between me and Harry was exactly what you saw, just sex. Sex for the sake of reclaiming a person we all know from the world of the living dead!" "I don't care if your lover lives or dies! Those kinds of feelings and emotions should have been for me and me alone! If sex is some kind of a medical therapy, as you make it out to be, then all the nurses in all the God damned hospitals should be practising it with gusto" shouted out Victor in rage. With that final burst Victor stormed out of the room. He collected his night stuff from the bedroom and made himself comfortable in the guest room. That night he couldn't get any sleep. His showdown with his wife over her affair had thrown up some startling information, some new insight into his wife's personality that were making him uneasy. Throughout their confrontation she had maintained that it was not an affair but rather some kind of a therapy and that he had been and would always be her true love. What kind of bullshit was that? Or was this some new way of explaining away her affair? Was the General's mistress also dishing out similar lines to her cuckold? What could she be saying? That she felt sorry for the lonely General so far away from his family? And that if she hadn't spread her legs for him, then the free world would have lost one of their finest protectors? Would that cuckolded doctor believe her? Why should he? After all, the skeletons came tumbling out of the closet only after some Government agency stumbled upon their well kept secret during their course of investigations into another matter. Other than that, the General and his married concubine had got away pretty clean. Likewise, had he not opened the courier parcel, he would have never come to know about his wife's affair with her boss. Even the best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry, thought Victor bitterly. Vanessa knocked on the guest room door and asked whether he had taken his medications. Victor snorted and turned his back to the door without bothering to reply. She might be a self-proclaimed expert in therapy but he didn't need her reminders. He could look after himself. Vanessa knocked on the door a couple of times more and then things became silent. Victor felt a tad bit guilty. His wife had always kept tabs on his medications and a small voice inside him scolded him for being so childish. Thank God the kids have all grown up and flown the coop was perhaps one of the last things running around in his shell-shocked brain before sleep finally overcame him. The next couple of days they skirted around each other. Victor was still trying to fully absorb the fact that his wife had cheated on him. Even more frustrating was the fact that she really didn't look at it that way. It seems she had done what she thought had to be done and that's that, and they should continue with their lives. Thanksgiving Day was near and soon their children and grandchildren would be here and there were still lots of preparations to be completed. It was some kind of an unspoken agreement between the two to call a truce till the children had gone home. Victor went about his daily chores while making as little talk with his wife as possible. Vanessa seemed to understand the distance and silence he wished to maintain but her eyes seemed to be red and wet most of the time while her face had taken on a sick pallor more or less permanently. Many times he caught her looking in his direction. Revelations And yes, they were no longer watching the after-dinner TV news. Perhaps that was the first direct casualty of her affair of so many years ago. This was also not lost upon his wife because after dinner, he would now head straight for the guest room while Vanessa would stay in the kitchen for a long time thereafter with a drink in her hand. He wondered how the cuckolded doctor and his adulterous wife were doing. Was he also sleeping in the guest room like him now that the whole world knew that the General had claimed his side of his bed for his own? A day before the children were to arrive home, Vanessa pleaded with Victor to move back into the master bedroom. Victor initially refused but then later acquiesced. He saw no reason for having his humiliation and cuckoldry paraded in front of his grown-up children and their spouses; nothing good would come out of it. Finally the kids arrived home and for a while all the bitterness was forgotten or set aside. He hadn't seen their children for almost six months and it was nice to have them back home. It was even better hearing and watching the grandkids rushing all over the place. It was Karen who first noticed the change in her mother. It's uncanny how girls can latch onto the smallest of changes in attitude and manners. "Mom, you don't seem to be your normal exuberant self. I hope you are having your medical checkups done regularly," she said with concern in her voice. Karen had always had a caring side to her nature; trust her to catch onto the undercurrent of raw emotions. "Hey, Dad, I hope you two haven't been squabbling over something like little children," she continued. It had been a light-hearted remark but Vanessa straightened up sharply and stared at her daughter's back. She had the look of a deer caught in the glare of headlights. "Hey, look! It's that cuckold and the General's concubine," shouted out James. All along he had been glued to the telly, not paying much attention to what his sister had been talking about. It was now Victor's turn to be shocked. So far nobody else had been saying that "cuck" word in the house but him. To hear his own son shout it out made him briefly lose his self control. Victor swung around to see that his son had been watching the TV news. The news channel was showing the cuckolded doctor and his adulterous wife walking together on the gravel path at their friend's house where they had planned to spend their Thanksgiving holiday. The woman was wearing a pair of dark glasses and had her coat's collar pulled up, no doubt to protect her from the chilly winds and the unwanted cameras. Victor remembered seeing her before on the same TV channel in more fashionable dresses. The thin drawn lines around her mouth were clearly visible. To cheat was one thing but to be caught cheating by the world media at large was no fun. Victor looked at his wife from the corner of his eyes. She was standing in exactly the same place he had last seen her a few seconds before. It was as though she had been immobilised from head to toe. The deathly pallor was back on her face and so was the pain in his chest. The painful memories of the last few days and the cruel images of his wife's cuckoldry in the photos and CD, sent to his wife by her lover as a final gift, were back in front of his eyes. "Why? Why, God, dammit! Why did she cheat on her family? After taking her marriage vows and entering family life did she not realise that her life was no longer hers alone, just like his life was no longer his alone? Why, God, dammit!" But it seemed she was not a unique woman; that woman on the TV news definitely belonged to her club. Her husband seemed so different in appearance from the devilish General. The cuckold was a professional, a doctor by profession, a life saver, and it showed in his demeanour. Too bad his wife went for the soldier boys, one of whom had just incurred some collateral damage to her family by permanently altering the sweet innocent childhood of two young children who were not even aware of the way their life was being played around with by adults. "Oh, those children are so sweet," gushed Karen, once again showing her maternity instincts. "One look at that dowdy cuck and the whole world can understand why his wife replaced him with the cavalier General," said James, who was totally engrossed in the news. "C'mon, James, we don't know the whole story, do we? Perhaps she felt the General, to whom the free world had given the responsibility of spreading their ideas and thoughts in an underdeveloped and wild part of the world, needed the comfort of a friend, a good friend, as he was so far away from his family and loved ones. Perhaps some would say that the doctor should not mind it at all and carry on with their so-called blissful life," countered Victor, closely watching his wife at the same time. "Blissful, my foot! The doctor has been insulted enough. The woman is very ambitious and I bet this is neither the first time nor the last time that she will be spreading her legs to get what she wants. If the doctor is smart enough, he will cut his losses as soon as possible and move on. Of course, he should also take the kids with him as the woman doesn't have an iota of goodness in her soul. The doctor was taking care of their kids and attending to his patients while his wife was having sex with her lover all over the world. No, sir, she's a bad woman and he should cut her out from his life as soon as the media hype dies down. But first things first, he should have his kid's DNA checked," finished James vehemently. "My thoughts ditto," thought Victor. He then looked briefly towards his wife. She was still standing frozen and was holding onto the back of a chair in front of her as though her very life depended upon it. Maybe she was taken aback by her son's vehement outburst. The pupils of her eyes were darting from one family member to another and then back to the first one. "Perhaps she developed feelings for the General during the course of her extended interactions with him, running into years. No doubt she is a very strong and ambitious woman, as is apparent from her high school and West Point records which the press has so thoughtfully dug out for their dear readers. Perhaps as her interactions continued with the General, she saw him as her very own perfect male," reasoned Karen. She seemed to be taking the same stand as her mother, thought Victor. Did all women think alike? "No way, Karen," said Janet, Victor's daughter, who had just joined them after checking on the kids. "She's committed in a relationship called marriage and has her own family. Even if she had developed some feelings for another man, she should not have crossed that invisible line. She selfishly broke the trust and faith bestowed upon her by her family. To that extent she has, in a way, already abandoned them and moved on in her personal life where there is not much place for her family and definitely nothing for the father of her children. The family should also move on," continued Janet. "Atta girl!" thought Victor. At least there was one lady in his house who begged to differ. His son was a lucky guy. He had a good life partner in Janet. His daughter had a good head on her shoulders. It was now two against one. Victor turned toward his wife. "Well, dear, what do you have to say? Was it an affair of the heart that should have been consummated, as Karen thinks, or should it have just remained an affair of the heart, as Janet thinks?" All eyes in the room turned towards her. She stood with eyes wide open, lips trembling, and mouth open to form a small "o". In essence, she looked like a hunted animal caught in a corner with guns pointing between her eyes. "Just leave them alone!" she finally cried out, taking her audience by complete surprise. The waterworks had started by now and tears were coursing down her cheeks, damaging her makeup beyond repair. "What the hell does it matter what they do or don't do?" she continued in a shaky voice. She was also visibly trembling, the dim room light throwing crazy shadows across her face. "Mother!" cried out Karen in alarm. She made to move towards her mother but Vanessa gestured for her to stop with an outstretched arm and then quickly walked away, leaving everyone astounded. Karen's husband Dave walked in from the patio. He had been on his mobile all this time and had missed out on the family drama. "Hey, I heard some loud voices. What gives?" he asked quizzically. "Nothing, Dave. I hope nothing," replied Karen softly, her eyes still staring at the door through which her mother had just made a hasty exit. By now her maternal instincts were fully turned on and she could sense something was amiss. She then turned to look at her father with an unsaid question in her eyes. Victor put on a neutral face and shrugged his shoulders. Nothing was said the next day about the General and his concubine or about the near nervous breakdown Vanessa seemed to have had. The children and their respective spouses and kids said their goodbyes and by late afternoon, Victor and Vanessa had just each other for company. In another time, they might by now have perhaps found themselves in the bathtub, totally naked and sharing a glass of wine. But now there was nothing to share except some more awkward questions and some more denials. Vanessa's eyes had deep bags and were red and puffy. It had been less than two weeks since the courier had arrived and she looked like she had lost some weight also but her attitude continued to be a cause of puzzlement for Victor. With nothing much calling for his attention, Victor dug out a bottle of his favourite whisky and poured out a large one for himself. By late afternoon the bottle lay by his side on the couch, nearly empty. He sat gazing at the TV screen thru his drunken stupor. Vanessa was also in the room and had a disapproving look on her face but she wisely kept quiet. Victor didn't care whether she approved of his drinking or not; after all, she didn't ask his opinion before spreading her legs open for her boss. The TV news was showing some pictures of the General's married lover taken in some distant, under-developed Asian country. She had draped a scarf over her head to cover her hair and was standing amongst a group of smiling local children. Victor thought that to be real funny. "Why's she covering her hair with a scarf?" he slurred out. "As per that country's society norm, a lady has to keep her head covered and that's what she's doing," replied Vanessa, happy that her husband had at least spoken to her directly. "And why was she sleeping with the General over there? Is that also some kind of a social norm for that country?" continued Victor drunkenly. "I wish I had all the answers to your questions," whispered back Vanessa after a thoughtful pause. "And pray tell me what social norm of our great country called upon you to share your body with your boss to bring him back from the world of the living dead," shouted out Victor drunkenly, the pain of betrayal evident in his voice. Vanessa stared wide eyed at her husband. Tears had already begun to fall from her red- rimmed eyes. "Victor, I'm sorry for the pain and misery I have inflicted upon you. If I had the power to turn back the clock and make amends then I would have done that. But Victor, we'll have to move ahead and I know we can do it." By now Vanessa was sitting in front of him on her knees, her hands resting on his thighs. "Move ahead? Us? What's there ahead of us that makes you sound so bloody optimistic?" growled Victor. "Darling, we've spent all our lives together. We have two lovely children as proof of our mutual love, and our grandchildren too. It's like there was this sapling which we tended to, watered it, gave it fertiliser and watched it grow. Now that tree has become tall and strong and is bearing fruit ... fruits of our labour. Just think of all that lies ahead of us ... in a sense, our lives have just started. Some of my actions in the past seem to have hurt you badly. Well, Victor, supposing I had gotten into bad company and become a drug addict? Then would you not have tried to hold on to me and move forward in life?" Victor's alcohol soaked brain tried to come up with an answer. If his wife had become a drug addict, what would he have done? Screamed at her? Ranted at her? Or tried to help her kick her habit and become normal? So was she a sex addict? Did she crave for something new? Is this what she was hinting at? "So you admit you're a sex-starved nympho. How many men have been there in your life other than me and good ol' Harry?" "Victor, there has been no other man in my life except you," shot back Vanessa. "And I'm not a sex-crazy nympho. You know me well enough and should have stopped to ponder before throwing such a cheap accusation at me," she went on with a trace of anger in her tone. "That's exactly what the problem is," replied Victor. "The photos show you having sex with your boss. You yourself admit to having an affair with your boss. Yet you go on to claim that there has been no one else in your life apart from me." "Victor, I just used my body to help a sick and grieving soul. I think I deserve better judgement than you are dishing out." "I think I need some fresh air," replied Victor exasperatedly. He got up and staggered into the guest room and fell upon the bed face down. The next morning Victor awoke early with a splitting headache. The churning in his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten much last evening. He was surprised to see Vanessa asleep in the easy chair by his bed. Then the memories of the argument they had last night came back to him and he felt sick. Yes, he needed fresh air. In fact, he needed to be alone with his thoughts to try to figure out the best way forward. He glanced again at his wife's sleeping form. The empty glass on the table beside her chair meant she would be out for some time. Victor quickly stuffed some clothes and other essentials in a duffle bag and quietly stepped out of the house. He decided he would stay at their cabin by the lake for a few days; he deserved a break. He left a note in the kitchen for Vanessa telling her where he would be. To Be Continued ... ALEX (Dear readers, please don't forget to give your invaluable vote) ====================================== Revelations The next morning Sisko and Kira where at the unloading bay meeting the Medical and Science officer, who was an old friend of Sisko. Kira was saying, “Commander, if you would like me to give them a tour of the station?” “You and Doctor Bashir go-ahead I’m afraid I have to put Lieutenant Dax to work right away.” Doctor Bashir nervously spoke to Dax, “Jadzia; maybe we could get together later for dinner; or, or, or…” “I would be delighted.” As Dax and Sisko walked away from Julian and Kira, Sisko whispered in Dax’s ear, “He’s a little young for you isn’t he?” “He’s 27, I’m 28.” “328, maybe. Did you tell him about that slug inside you?” “Yes Benjamin, he knows I’m a Trill, he finds it fascinating he’s never met a joined species before.” “I wonder if he would have been as fascinated if you still looked the way you did the last time I saw you?” “Perhaps not!” Sisko whistled, as he looked Dax up and down, “This is going to take some getting used to.” “Don’t be ridiculous I’m still the same old Dax; more or less.” “How can you say that Dax; this time round you have tits and a cunt, instead of a prick!” “Ah, Benjamin you don’t know how good it is to be a woman again. Do you know that Julian is the only good looking man to make a pass at me since I became joined. Who knows, if he plays his cards right I will probably let him fuck me. That doesn’t preclude you though Ben.” “Thanks for that old man I may take you up on that offer.” Kira eventually took Julian into his surgery, like most of the other rooms it was in a shambles. As they both picked their way through the rubble Julian righted an examination couch and set it back in its place. As Kira looked at the smashed display cabinets she explained, “I’m afraid we’ve had some security problems. It looks like looters have gotten in here too!” “Major it may not look much now but with hard work, his could be made in to a fully functional hospital and lab.” Striding up within inches of Julian she said, “I hope so Doctor Cardassians left behind a lot of injured people so hopefully you can bring Federation medicine to my people. You’ll find us friendly folk.” As Kira turned to leave she tripped on a piece of debris and stumbled into Julian’s arms. Julian held her close to his body. Kira could smell the freshness of his new uniform and the aroma of a clean man. She wondered what she must smell like after all these days and weeks of dirt and filth she had to endure. Their eyes met and she held his gaze, her lips parted as he kissed her, his tongue slid gently into her mouth. She moaned softly as his tongue explored. She could feel his hands moving down her back towards her arse. He cupped the cheeks, pulling her closer to him, she gasped as she felt his rock hard cock nuzzling into her love mound. She let him lift her off her feet: he carried her towards the couch, She murmured, “Oh! Julian, Julian!” Gently he laid her on the couch reaching for the fastenings at her neck he slowly opened her top revelling her deep cleavage. Julian slipped his hands into her cleavage; then slowly spreading them up and over her large firm breasts he lifted her tits from the confines of her uniform, bending his head to one of her nipples, he sucked it deeply into his mouth; his tongue swirled around the hardening mound. His other hand began to stroke, fondle and squeeze her other breast rolling its nipple between his thumb and forefinger, both nipples soon became hard and erect While Julian was playing with her tits Kira managed to open more of her a uniform exposing lower body. She slipped her hands between her legs and began to massage the outer lips of her cunt; slowly she inserted her fingers inside and peeled the lips back revelling her inner sex. Her fingers slipping ever deeper into her twat finally meeting at her clitoris taking hold of her clitoris she began to rotate her fingers round and round the hardening nub. Distracted by this Julian slid off her and stood by the couch watching her finger fuck herself. By now his dick was bursting to get out of his uniform. Opening his uniform from neck to crotch Julian pulled out his throbbing dick, the precum was steadily oozing out of his cockhead; carefully pulling back the foreskin he rubbed the precum over the shaft until it was well lubricated and glistening. Julian could see that Kira’s cunt was ready to fuck; standing by the bottom of the couch he reached forward and grasped Kira by the hips he pulled her towards the edge of the couch. When he had positioned her on the edge of the couch, with her hands still inside her cunt he inserted his dick. She felt him slide into her. With her hands and Julian’s dick inside her she was stretched to the limit. Once inside her Julian leant over her body squashing her tits into his chest. Taking hold of her head he began to kiss her eyes, nose and lips pushing his tongue once again into her mouth. In rhythm with his probing tongue he began to push his cock in and out of Kira, soon Kira was in rhythm with him, meeting his thrusts with her thrusts. As their bodies parted momentarily Kira slipped her glistening wet hands from the confines of her cunt and began to wash Julian’s face with her love juice. Now that her hands were out of her twat Julian’s prick sank deeper into her. Kira’s love muscle tightened around his prick holding him. The sensation was electrifying for both of them, Kira orgasmed first followed a split second later by Julian pumping load after load of his cum deep into her. The fire that raged through Kira’s twat caused her to scream in ecstasy. With Julian’s head resting between Kira’s breasts and his now deflating cock still embedded deep within Kira. Thoroughly exhausted they both fell into a deep sleep. Chapter four Meanwhile in another part of the space station Sisko and Dax where in the science lab, discussing the Prophets Orb. Sisko was saying, “ We do have one advantage; the monks have been studying these things for ten thousand years. I have had a computer set-up to interface with their historical data banks.” “That should give us something.” “As soon as possible Dax. The eight other Orbs are probably in some Cardassian lab being turned upside down and inside out.” “Benjamin; I was happy when I heard you’d excepted this assignment, I’ve been worried about you.” “It’s good too see you; perhaps we could get together soon!” “I’m sure we will Benjamin, now let me get on with setting up this database.” Sisko left the science lab allowing Dax to study the Orb. Later that day Commander Sisko, Kira, looking none the worst for wear after her fucking romp with Julian, Chief Miles O’ Brien together with other officers where in the Ops room. They were all watching a large view screen that covered one wall. The screen was active, showing an approaching Cardassian vessel. Chief O’Brien advised, “A message is coming in from their Commander, Gul Dukat.” Kira spat out, “Gul Dukat; he used to be the Prefect of Bajor!” Chief O’ Brien called out, “He’s requesting permission to come aboard, to greet us!” Commander Sisko replied, “Mr. O’ Brien tell Gul Dukat that I am looking forward to meeting him.” A short while later Sisko was in his office when the double doors opened and Gul Dukat walked in. The doors closed behind him. “Good day Commander.” “Gul Dukat.” “Excuse my presumption; but this was my office only two weeks ago I’m not used to being on the side of the desk. I’ll be honest with you Commander I miss this office, I was not happy to leave it.” “Drop by any time you’re feeling home sick.” “You’re very gracious; allow me to assure you that we only want to be helpful in this difficult transition; you’re far from the Federation alone in this remote outpost with poor defence systems; your Cardassian neighbours will be quick to respond to any problems you might have.” “We will try to keep the dog off your lawn!” “So: tell me what did you think of the Kai; I know you went to the surface to see her. I understand you brought back an Orb, we thought we had all of them; perhaps we could have an exchange of information, pool our resources?” “I don’t know anything about an Orb!” “We will be in close proximity should you wish to reconsider my suggestion; in the meantime I assume you have no objection to my men enjoying the hospitality of the promenade?” Sisko pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded his head in the affirmative. “In that case Commander can you tell me the whereabouts of that Bajoran whore Kira Nerys?” “What you mean by that Gul Dukat!” “Nothing Commander, nothing at all. But when I was Prefect of this station the Major used to service my senior officers and myself. Put it another way; we fucked the living daylights out of her. She couldn’t get enough of it, I’ve personally fucked every orifice in her…” Sisko was beside himself anger, “Get out of here Gul Dukat before I throw you out!” Gul Dukat, smiled; turning he walked out of the door. It took several minutes for Sisko’s anger to dissipate. Tapping the combadge at his breast, “Major Kira, report to my office immediately!” As Kira entered his office Sisko invited her to sit down, he then sat down himself across the desk facing her. Hardly controlling his anger he said, “Major, Gul Dukat has laid some serious charges against you. I think an explanation is in order, don’t you!” “What charges?” Enquired Kira savagely. “Gul Dukat has inferred that you offered sexual services to him and his officers…” “He did what!” Kira screamed rising from her chair, flinging it across the room, “How dare he…!” “Enough Major; calm yourself!” Sisko picked up the chair Kira had thrown across the room and placed it at his desk. Taking hold of her shoulders he guided her to the chair. “Sit down Major and tell me about it. I gather by your reaction it is not true. In your own time Major, or may I call you Kira?” “What; oh yes Commander, you know I was in the resistance for a number of years. What you may not know is I was captured by the Cardassians and held captive, placed in a Concentration Camp. After a while Gul Dukat had me transferred to the space station and kept me in the Constables holding cells. It was there that Gul Dukat and five of his officers raped me repeatedly. Gul Dukat personally fucked my arse, twat and shoved his stinking prick down my throat. The Bajoran Resistance Movement got to hear of this and after extreme efforts affected my escape enabling me to continue my fight. Vowing that one day I would kill Dukat. Now that bastard is on this space station.” Sisko still had his hands on her shoulders as she was relating her history to him. Looking down at her he said quietly, “I can’t begin to understand the predicament you must have been in Kira. Surely there must have been a time you could have inflicted some form of injury on him, for instance, when he had his member in your mouth you could have tried to bite it?” “That’s all very well Commander I may have been able to do some damage but he was never alone, or if he was I was restrained in a force field so I couldn’t move any part of my body.” Kira began to stand. Sisko let his hands drop to his sides. Turning she faced Sisko, it was then that she noticed the huge bulge in Sisko trousers. She thought, “Oh Gods! He’s turned on by my little story. With your permission Commander, or may I call you Ben, take my leave?” “You may, to both!” With a heavy heart Sisko watched Kira exit his office. Sisko had returned to the lab where Dax was still working on the computer database. She turned as he entered and said, “What do you know about Denori Belt?” “Your basic charged plasma field, no one gets anywhere near it unless they have to.” “In the twenty second century a ship carrying Kia Tuluna was disabled for several days in the Denori Belt, where he claims he had a vision.” “Let me guess; he saw the Celestial Temple of the Prophets.” “Not quite; but he did say that the heavens opened up and nearly swallowed his ship.” “Are we reduced to chasing metaphors to solve this?” “That’s not all; at least five of the Orbs were found in the Denori Belt. There are also at least twenty-three navigational reports over the years, of unusually severe neutrino disturbance in the area. I’ve correlated all these reports into one analysis grid.” Dax continued to work at the console, Sisko moved round to stand behind her to enable him to see the monitor better. Dax hit several buttons on the desk. They watched the computer highlight several star locations on the monitor, Dax said, “Our Celestial Temple?” “Worth a look; but we’ve got Cardassians on our back doorstep. We need to get by them undetected.” A plan was devised to divert the Cardassian attention away from the launch of a shuttle, containing Sisko and Dax. Later that day Kira, Chief O’Brien entered Quarks’. The Cardassians were mingling with the crowd playing at the gaming tables. Judging by the piles of gold pressed latinum each of the Cardassians had they were onto a winning streak. Kira walked up to the bar, taking a metal mug, she found there, banged on the countertop. Shouting above the noise of the crowd, “May I have your attention please; this establishment has been closed!” “What you mean, you can’t do this...!” Quark shouted as he ran towards Major Kira. The Chief intercepted Quark saying, “If you have a problem Sir, you have to take it up with Commander Sisko.” “I intend to!” Turning to the stunned crowd Quark hissed, “This is an outrage, friends my apologies, a minor misunderstanding; this will be rectified!” Shouting to no one in particular, “Give them something to put their winnings in!” A bag was placed onto the table in front of him. Turning he walked over to Kira, who was standing by the bar. Quark spoke to her in a low voice, “Remember Major, you’ve humiliated me today. After all I needn’t have opened this bar again. I only did it as a favour for you. This is how you repay me, you owe me, remember that!” Kira’s shuddered, she’d remembered the bargain she’d made with Quark, “Yes Quark, I’ll remember!” After returning to their ship two of the Cardassians, one of whom was carrying a shoulder bag, were walking back to their quarters; they were talking to one another, laughing, “... Because we were winning too much of course!” The other Cardassian replied, “Leave it to Starfleet to ruin a fine day.” Reaching a junction the Cardassian, who had been carrying the bag, hit a button on the wall; a hidden door slid open. He placed the bag into the opening, hitting the button again the door slid shut. The two Cardassians then continued round the corner laughing and talking as they went. When the sound of their footfalls had died away, the bag inside the cubicle began to dissolve into a gelatinous pool upon the floor. The pool then moved through the door seal onto the corridor floor; slowly the human form of Odo appeared. Making sure the corridor was clear he quickly moved; searching the corridors until he found the room he was seeking. The room was full of electronic equipment; entering Odo closed the door behind him. Back on the space station Sisko and Dax boarded the shuttle and took their seats at the pilot and navigational controls in readiness for the launch. Once seated Sisko called the space station over the intercom, “Rio Grande to Ops initialising pre launch systems.” Kira replied, “Confirmed Rio Grande!” The hangar bay doors opened and the lift took the shuttle to the launch pad. In the Ops room O’Brien was watching the monitors he called out, “Scanners are picking up fluctuations in the Cardassians energy distribution net.” Kira depressed some buttons on her control panel, “Shields and sensors are down, Odo’s done it. Ops to Rio Grande you’re in business!” Sisko responded, “Beginning launch sequence.” The shuttle slowly rose off the launch deck and flew off into the distance gaining speed as she went. Kira continue to monitor her systems, “Odo has reached the transport site.” “Trying to lock on!” O’Brien replied, “I’ve, never done this with a Cardassian transport.” O’Brien toyed with the controls at his panel, “Damn it what’s the problem …” O’Brien stood back from his consul, and he gave it a swift kick: Odo materialised on the transport pad. Kira smiled, “Nice work Constable.” Odo came off the transport pad walking down the stairs past Kira he nodded politely to her, taking up his position at a nearby station. Chapter five The shuttle containing Sisko and Dax moved further and further away from the space station. Dax is describing what she is seeing on her monitor to Sisko, “Approaching grid parameters.” “Slowing to one quarter impulse,” advised Sisko. “Computer give me visual, bearing two three mark two one seven, range three thousand one hundred kilometres. Sensors are picking up usually high proton counts.” “Plot a new course towards those new coordinates.” Dax scanned her monitors, “All external wave intensity’s are increasing rapidly. Checking: confirmed. There is no corresponding increase inside the cabin. How is that possible?” Suddenly a blinding white light filled the whole cabin. Startled Sisko and Dax looked out of the forward window; a swirling mass of energy suddenly erupted in front of their shuttlecraft. Before either of them could do anything the swirling mass of energy engulfed them. Sisko called out an alarm, “Sensors not functioning. We’ve lost all communications with the space station!” In the Ops room back on the space station O’Brien called out an alarm, “Scanners are reading major sub space disruption at their last coordinates!” Kira looked at O’Brien in astonishment, “What the hell is happening out there?” “I don’t know. There just: gone!” On board the shuttlecraft Sisko and Dax, because of the turbulence caused by the phenomenon, were fighting with the controls, Sisko asked, “Are your navigational readings going crazy?” Dax rejoined calmly, “I’ll recalibrate when I have a moment!” “Take your time!” As suddenly as it had started, the phenomenon ended and they were back in normal space. “Can you get a fix on our coordinates?” “There is a star system just five light years away, no M class planets; computer identify closest star system.” The metallic feminine voice of a computer, “Edron, a turnery system consisting of twin O type companions.” “Computer basis of identification?” “Edron, is based on the analysis conducted in the twenty second century by the Quadrics One probe of the Gamma Quadrant.” “The Gamma Quadrant, seventy thousand light years from Bajor; I would say we’ve just found a Wormhole!” Laughed Sisko. Dax exclaimed in equal surprise. “Not an unreasonable hypothesis. It’s not like any wormhole I’ve ever seen. There are none of the usual resonance waves. Could this be how the Orbs found their way into the Bajoran system?” “If it’s true, that would mean it has been here for ten thousand years; Dax we might have just discovered the first stable wormhole known to exist: bring us about Lieutenant.” The shuttle turned about and re entered the wormhole. Again Dax and Sisko had trouble in controlling the shuttlecraft due to the fierce turbulence. Dax advised Sisko, “I’m modifying the flight programme to compensate for this spatial discontinuity, we should have a smoother ride this time.” Suddenly forward momentum of the shuttlecraft started to slow, Sisko called out to Dax, “Did you reduce impulse power?” “No, why?” Revelations “Were losing velocity!” Dax advised Sisko, “Forward velocity down to eighty k p h.” The metallic voice of the computer cut in, “Warning impulse system overload, auto shut down in twelve seconds.” “Disengaging engines.” Commented Sisko. Dax mused, “Velocity is down to twenty k p h.: I am picking up atmosphere!” “Inside a wormhole!” Dax commented, “Capable of supporting life. We’ve landed!” The shuttle suddenly came to an abrupt halt. “On what?” Making sure that all systems were on standby Dax and Sisko opened the air lock and looked outside. Sisko saw a storm swept mountain range, the sky was heavy and over cast, lightning flashed in the distance. Dax on the other hand, saw a beautiful peaceful, tranquil garden bathed in warm golden sunlight. As she stepped into the garden Dax sighed, “Beautiful!” “You have a strange eye for beauty Dax?” “You don’t think this is one of the most idyllic settings you have ever seen.” Sisko shouted, “We are standing on a rock face; don’t you see the storms?” “It is clear as a summers day.” Retorted Dax as she wondered further into the garden calling to Sisko as she went. Sisko followed her very slowly looking about him in wonder. He grew level with Dax, turning she said to him, “Take my hand Benjamin, please!” Sisko took hold of her hand, suddenly the view before him changed; he too was standing in the garden. “What is this?” “Don’t you see Benjamin, we are now one, as such we are seeing the same thing, not independent visions. Shall we explore little?” Still unsure, Sisko agreed and they began to walk through the garden. Dax happily said, “Oh it’s so lovely here Ben I could stay forever!” Sitting down on the grass she laid back stretching her arms above her head. Sisko looked down at her taking in her beauty. Her one piece uniform hugged her body displaying the contours of her breasts, her flat abdomen, and curvaceous hips. As he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, in time with her contented breathing, he could feel his penis begin to swell. Oh, how he wanted her, to feel her wet, warm sex close about his prick as he pushed into her. He began to rub his crotch, calling out softly, “Dax!” On hearing Sisco’s voice Dax opened her eyes looking up at him she saw the huge bulge in his trousers; sitting up she pushed his hand away from his crotch, “I help you with that Ben!” She said, as she undid his trousers, his huge cock sprang into view. Carefully taking hold of the shaft she slowly pushed the foreskin back, revelling a dark bulging cockhead. She began to run her fingers over the shiny surface. Sisko was moaning, “Yes Dax, Yes!” She ran her tongue over her lips wetting the surface with her saliva. Slowly opening her mouth she began to sink the shaft into her mouth, her tongue licked the whole of its length. She began to suck deeply on his cock, slowly at first, as she slid back and forth along its entire length. Finally, his entire member filled her mouth and throat; Dax began to work in earnest gripping his sex with her lips and tongue forcing him in and out of her mouth at an ever increasing speed and pressure, until, inevitably, Sisko lost control, pumping wad after wad of molten cum into her mouth and throat. The initial burst was so violent she was unable to contain all of it in her mouth so that some of it splashed down her chin and neck. Slowly Sisko removed his deflating cock from Dax mouth. Dropping to his knees Sisko gazed in wonder into her eyes. Dax held his gaze as she slowly swallowed his warm salty cum. Sisko ran his hands over her neck and face massaging his cum into her skin. Pulling her closer to him he closed his lips over hers kissing her deeply, his tongue pushed into her mouth probing the inner confines of that orifice. The salty taste of his cum on Dax face, lips and in her mouth was a new experience for Sisko. Dax pushed Sisko away as she slowly began to undo the hidden fastenings revelling her naked beauty underneath. Sisko placed his hands on the nape of her neck, then, he slowly moved his hands down towards the thrusting peaks of her gorgeous breasts, cupping each breast he ran his fingers over the dark aureoles and nipples, causing the nipples to harden. By now his flaccid cock was beginning to show signs of life again, rolling on top of Dax, Sisko pushed her legs apart with his knees, taking hold of his cock he positioned it just inside the outer lips of her cunt, he inserted himself deep into her twat and began to pump in and out with urgent thrusts. Dax was on the brink of orgasm, when a sudden blinding light enveloped them both. With a strangled cry Sisko called out, “Do you see it Dax?” He continued to fuck her valiantly. In the throes of her passion Dax squealed, “Oh, Oh, Ben don’t stop, fuck me harder!” The Orb positioned itself above the prone figures. Suddenly two beams emanated from the Orb and began to scan the two figures, “It’s probing us!” Moaned Dax. Violently and without warning the two lovers were flung apart, both landing on their backs with the wind knocked out of them. The Orbs eerie glow suddenly enveloped Dax completely. Sisko had only time to cry out, “Dax!” Dax completely vanished. The ground around Sisko began to dissolve into a very heavy white light. Sisko could feel himself being pulled down into the heavy white light, until he could see, feel, nothing but the white light. Kira and Chief O’Brien where working alone in the Ops room. Chief O’Brien called to Kira, “Another neutrino disturbance!” Kira walked over to a monitor, “Scanners are picking up a an object at their last known coordinates; it’s a ship.” “Major, there’s something inside it, some kind of life form.” “Are the Cardassian sensors picking it up?” “They should be back on line by now; we have to assume they know everything we know!” “Beam it aboard Mr O’Brien; but put it in a level one security field.” “Ay Sir; locking on!” The object appeared over the transporter pad, contained in a level one-security field, the white glow intensified, then, suddenly blinked out. Kira and Miles looked at one another in absolute amazement, lying on the floor in a foetal position was Dax in all her naked glory. Kira and Miles rushed to Dax and gently turned her onto her back; they both noticed that her body was covered in sweat and what appeared to be copious amounts of cum. Her hands were rubbing at her crotch, she was shouting uncontrollably, “I need to be fucked, I must be fucked!” She stared wildly about her; fixing her eyes on O’Brien, she withdrew her hands from her cunt and began to pull at his trousers. Miles looked at Kira alarm, “What shall I do Major?” “Miles, help me get her on a recliner.” She took hold of Daxs’ ankles, Miles slipped his hands under her arms, and they began to lift. Kira noticed that Miles hands were cupped around Daxs’ breasts. Kira’s gaze was drawn towards Daxs’ crotch and pubic hair, which was drenched in cum. She also noticed that cum was also oozing out of her cunt. The sweet sticky smell emanating from Daxs’ body was beginning to have an effect on Kira; she began to feel the small hairs around her own cunt tickle as she too became moist. On reaching the nearest recliner they placed Dax carefully on it. The two of them looked down on the writhing, squirming body of Dax, she was still moaning softly to herself, “I have to be fucked, I need to be fucked...” “What the fuck is going on here Major?” Asked a puzzled Chief O’Brien. Equally baffled Kira replied, “What ever happened out there, she’s obviously under some influence or other. Judging by the state of her undress, the state of her body, covered with sweat and cum.” Kira then proceeded to run her fingers over the outer lips of Dax’s cunt and through her pubic hair; when she removed her hand it was covered in sweat and cum. A sensual shudder ran through Kira as she smelt and licked her fingers. “It’s difficult to say Major. Why should she be constantly calling out to be fucked. It’s obvious the experience she has undergone was pleasurable: however, it still does not lead us any nearer to helping her?” Kira pondered for a moment; she knew that whatever was affecting Dax it was somehow making her feel frisky. Looking over towards Miles she noticed a bulge his trousers too. He also was affected. “Miles, you have to do exactly what I say, consider it an order. For the moment you are the only male here, if I am right by the time we get Julian up here Dax could be beyond saving. Therefore Chief O’Brien, fuck her!” “Are you sure about this Major?” “How many times do you have to be told Chief, drop your trousers, grab your prick, start fucking?” “Yes Sir!” Replied Miles enthusiastically. Without further ado the Chief dropped his trousers, stepping out of them he walked to the foot of the recliner where Kira was standing. “Major, in view of what you are ordering me to do, not that I have any objection, but I think from now on I’ll call you Kira!” “Alright Miles, you may but, only when were alone!” “Do you mean that we might…?” “It all depends how well you carry out this order Miles.” Replied Kira. All the while Kira had been watching Mile’s erection grow bigger, harder and stronger. As it grew the foreskin pulled, back revelling the largest, shiniest purplish cockhead Kira had ever seen. Miles began to part Dax legs slipping his hands towards her groin area, “Kira, will you hold underneath her shoulders so that she doesn’t slip any lower while I’m fucking her.” “Never mind me Miles, get on with it!” Miles then spread the lips of Daxs’ cunt wide; his other hand steadied his prick as he pushed slowly into her. Dax cunt closed about his huge shaft. Leaning forward placing his hands on either side of her body just below the rib cage, he began to rock his hips backwards and forward, before long he had built up to a steady rhythm within her well lubricated cunt. His breathing was becoming laboured as he fucked harder and faster. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building up deep within his balls, suddenly releasing his hot boiling cum into Dax. His back arched back pushing his prick deeper into Dax, his head rolled back as a strangled shout emanated from his throat. Spent he lowered his head onto her tits. His hands moved up her body and began to squeeze and fondle them. While Kira had been watching Miles fuck Dax she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. She began to pull at the fastenings of her a uniform, before long she was standing naked with her hands caressing her breasts and cunt. Sliding to the floor she used the back of the recliner to support herself. Miles had recovered from his strenuous exertions with Dax; he slid out of her and stood up. Dax appeared to be sleeping quietly. He looked about him trying to find Kira; she was nowhere to be seen. It was then that he noticed her discarded uniform on the floor nearby, stooping to pick it up he saw Kira leaning against the recliner, moaning softly to herself as her fingers stroked and rubbed her cunt. Kira looked up as Miles shadow fell upon her. Through her sex crazed eyes she saw that his prick was still angry, that his cum was drooling out of his manly slit. She reached her hands up towards him calling, “Take me Miles let me feel you inside me...” Miles knelt between her open legs pulling her down on the floor underneath him. He kissed her once on the mouth, then on each nipple. Reaching between their bodies with his right hand he guided his prick into her cunt. Once inside her his prick easily slipped in and out of the well-lubricated cunt, until he could not hold back the floodgates, as wave after wave of his cum flooded into Kira. Kira’s screamed in ecstasy as Miles hot cream surged into the deepest recesses of her cunt. Sliding back out of her Miles leant back on his haunches and looked down at her glistening sweat covered breasts, so round, so firm the upward tilt culminating at the dark rosy nipples. Oh, how erect those nipples were, Miles wanted to sink his teeth into them, to suck them into his mouth. But before he could move, Kira sat up, reached out and grasped his prick with one hand and pushed him back on his haunches, “Let me please Miles, I want to see you shoot your load!” Miles nodded. Kira began to wank him fast and furiously, her hand pumping up and down the full length of his shaft. Miles placed his hands behind him causing his body to bow, enabling Kira to get a better purchase on his cock as she pumped furiously. Kira noticed the slit at the end of his cockhead suddenly dilate, spurting spunk over her breasts, body and cunt She dropped his cock and tried to catch the spitting fluid in her hands, laughing and giggling she began to wash the cum over her breasts, body and into her cunt. “Don’t move Miles, stay just like that. I haven’t finished yet!” She then got on to her knees and leant forward over Miles cock, opening her mouth she ran her lips down the full length of his shaft, surprisingly she was able to take him deep into her throat without choking. Slowly at first, she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft, faster and faster she bobbed. Miles was beside himself as he poured copious amounts of cum into this voracious woman. Would it never stop? “ Major as much as I would like to fuck you all night, have you forgotten I’ve given Dax a good fucking already. I’m absolutely shagged out. We should now attend to Dax. Then find out what happened to the Commander?” “You’re right Miles, besides we need to clean up before the next shift starts. Would you give me a hand to clean and clothe her?” “Sure Kira, gladly!” Chapter six Sisko was feeling the white light, which surrounded him, visions of the Kai, Jennifer, Jake, Picard, both in human form and Borg form, invaded his mind. “Who are you?” More visions of the same invaded his mind again. Louder this time Sisko shouted, “Who are you?” The vision that was Jennifer said, “It is corporeal, a physical entity!” “What; what did you say?” Whispered Sisko, Captain Picard walked in front of Sisko, “It is responding to visual and auditory stimuli, linguistic communication.” Sisko enquired, “Yes, linguistic communication; are you capable of communicating with me?” A hand reached out, turning his head, Sisko was looking into the face of the Kai, “What are you?” “My species is known as human; I come from a planet called Earth!” Sisko and Jake where sitting on a bridge overlooking a river, Jake had a fishing rod in his hand, turning he looked at Sisko, “Earth?” Sisko indicated beautiful scenery around them, “This is what my planet looks like. You and I are very different species; it will take time for us to understand one another.” Jake a looked at him, “What is time?” Sisko inhaled, pondering the question, he began to answer, when he suddenly found himself again surrounded by the white light. Deep Space Nine: “First Officers Log, Star date 46492.7 we are preparing to launch a rescue mission to find Commander Sisko, but first our navigational sensors must be recalibrated to work under the conditions reported by Lieutenant Dax.” In The Ops room Major Kira, Odo, and Dr Bashir together with Chief O’Brien where at their various stations. Dax entered and walked across the Ops room floor, “It is no ordinary wormhole; my analysis suggests it isn’t even a natural phenomenon.” Bashir Enquired. “Not natural; you mean it was constructed?” “It is very possible who ever made the Orbs also created this wormhole!” The station at which the Chief was working suddenly came to life, “The Cardassian’s are leaving their position; on a course towards the wormhole!” Major Kira went to Chief O’ Brien’s station, “Mr. O’Brien what would it take to move the station to the mouth of the wormhole?” “This isn’t a Star ship Major; we’ve got six working thrusters to power us, that’s it. A hundred and sixty million kilometre trip would take, two months!” “It has to be there tomorrow!” Retorted the Major. “That’s not possible, Sir!” “That wormhole; may just reshape future of this entire Quadrant. The Bajorans have to stake a claim to it; I have to admit that claim would be a lot stronger, if there’s a Federation presence to back it up!” Dax interrupted, “Couldn’t you modify the sub space field output of the deflector generators? Just enough to create a low level field around the station?” Thinking the Chief replied, “So we could lower the initial mass?” Dax continued, “If we could make the station lighter; those six thrusters will be all the power we need.” The Chief pointed out, “This whole station could break apart like an egg if it doesn’t work.” Dax replied, “Even if it does work, we’re still going to need help from Starfleet, once we get there.” O’Brien replied, “The Enterprise is still the nearest ship; it can reach us in two days!” Dax commented, “We should advise Starfleet that we require assistance!” Major Kira looked around the Ops room, “You have Ops Mr. O’Brien. Lieutenant, you’re with me!” “Sir!” “You too Doc; time to be a hero!” “Yes, Sir!” Lieutenant Dax and Dr Bashir followed the Major out of the Ops room. Odo stood thinking for a few moments, turning; followed them out of the room. He caught up with them in the corridor “Constable!” Enquired the Major. “This is a Security matter. I am in charge of security...” “Security here on this station; I cannot justify taking you into this wormhole. We have no idea what we are dealing with in there; it could be...” “Major; I was found in the Denori Belt. I don’t know where I came from; no idea if there are any others like me. All my life I’ve been forced to pass myself off as one of you; always wondering, who I really am. Well, the answers to lot of my questions may be somewhere on the other side of that wormhole.” Odo walked away, looking over his shoulder he called, “You coming?” They all followed Odo towards the shuttle bay. Shortly thereafter a shuttle took off from the landing pad, heading off towards the wormhole. Chapter seven Captain Sisko was again aware of the entities that surrounded him; only this time they were hostile. The entity that resembled Captain Picard was speaking, “The creature must be destroyed, before he destroys us!” Locutus of Borg synthesised voice spoke, “It is malevolent!” Sisko was on a baseball field; a batter had just hit a ball into the distance: the batter spoke, “Aggressive, adversarial!” Once more Captain Picard was speaking, “It must be destroyed!” In desperation Sisko spoke out, “I am not your enemy, I was sent here by the people you contacted!” Whilst Sisko was speaking Picard was moving round him, “Contacted?” “With your devices, your Orbs!” “We seek contact with other life forms; not corporeal creatures who annihilate us!” “I have not come to annihilate anyone!” Sisko found himself on the bridge of the Star ship Enterprise; he was facing the view screen, the image of Locutus of Borg was speaking, “Destroy it now!” Sisko walked towards the view screen, “My species respects life, above all else; can you say the same?” Turning to face the crew Sisko continued, “I do not understand the threat I bring to you?” The members of the crew turned to look at one another while Sisko continued. “But I am not your enemy; let me prove it!” Sisko was in the Kai’s underground temple, she said, “Prove it?” “It can be argued that a human is ultimately his sum of his experiences.” Revelations "Don't you think you've had enough?" Katy's hand froze over the platter of sausage rolls as Mark's voice cut through her like a knife. Immediately there was a sudden noticeable lull in nearby conversation and several people turned to stare in morbid fascination. Her cheeks flushed deep red and her vision blurred with angry tears. Mark glared at her with contempt. "You don't need to eat for two," he hissed with a pointed look at her swollen belly. With her eyes cast downwards, she realised to her shame that he was right of course. She looked like an elephant these days and feeling hungry was no excuse for eating like a pig. It wasn't Mark's fault that he didn't find her pregnancy attractive. She could hardly blame him -- her lovely slim figure had vanished months ago. "Gotta use the bathroom," she mumbled as people began to lose interest in their little spat and turned away again. Mark rolled his eyes and looked at her with thinly veiled disgust. She knew he found it intensely irritating that she needed to pee all the time, but she really couldn't help it. Katy tried not to notice the sympathetic glances thrown her way as she threaded her way through the other guests. She felt utterly humiliated and she wished fervently she hadn't come to this horrible party. Even the family photos mocked her with their happy smiling faces as she slowly climbed the stairs towards the first floor of the vast house. Once inside the upstairs guest bathroom, she locked the door and sat with some relief on the toilet. Christ, I can't even see my feet anymore. Looking down, all she could see were her massive tits and a swollen belly. Before she had fallen pregnant, she had never imagined her body could change in such a catastrophic way. She had always been slim with average sized breasts for her frame. Almost overnight her boobs had ballooned into gigantic melons and her belly had expanded at an equally alarming rate. She sometimes felt like she was carrying an alien in there and that her body belonged to some other woman. As soon as she began to put weight on, Mark had lost all interest in her sexually. He hated her new and expanded breasts; he thought they looked grotesque. Consequently, they hadn't had sex of any description for months now. Katy had been forced to resort to self gratification in order to keep a lid on her libido. Since the morning sickness had worn off, she had been climbing the walls with frustration. It was just typical that Mark wasn't interested when she was. He was too busy working all hours to feel like sex, or so he told her every time the subject arose. Katy did wonder how come he switched off his phone every time he was 'working late', but it didn't pay to examine that little anomaly too much. Katy washed her hands and stared miserably at her reflection in the mirror. As time went on, she was beginning to think that maybe she would be better off alone. It wasn't as if Mark was all that interested in the baby. He hadn't even bothered coming to any of her antenatal appointments. If it weren't for the fact they were staying with his parents tonight, she would have found her jacket and called for a taxi. Right now, all she wanted to do was go and lie down somewhere. Her feet hurt and her back ached. With a sigh, she unlocked the bathroom door and walked slowly back down the stairs. Hopefully the party wouldn't drag on too long; if it did, she would just curl up in a corner somewhere and fall asleep. Somehow she doubted anyone would notice. * * * The house creaked with unfamiliar sounds and Katy struggled to find a comfortable spot on the fold-up bed. The thin mattress was lumpy and no matter which way she turned, she simply couldn't settle enough to fall asleep. From the other end of the room, Mark was snoring loudly. He had taken the single bed, insisting that since he was driving them home the following day, he needed a good nights sleep. Katy hadn't bothered to argue the point that she was the pregnant one and really SHE should be in the proper bed; she had known it would be a waste of breath. Katy gave up all pretence of sleep. She pushed her body into an upright position, kicked off the thin cover, and carefully stood. Despite the late hour, she decided to go downstairs and make herself a cup of tea. Maybe then she would be able to relax enough to actually get some sleep. It was chilly in the bedroom but she was still uncomfortably warm and her thin cotton slip stuck to her body like a second skin. The fabric moulded her breasts and she could see the dark aureoles of her nipples through it. She looked down hesitantly and wondered if she should put a dressing gown on as her slip revealed more than it concealed, then she mentally shrugged and decided not to bother -- it wasn't as if anyone else was likely to be wandering around the house at 4:00 am. Mark rolled over in his sleep as Katy gingerly opened the door of their room, but he didn't stir. She carefully closed the door again and padded along the landing, before heading downstairs through the silent house. The family's spaniel was asleep in his bed in the kitchen when she walked in. He opened one eye and half heartedly wagged his tail a few times, before deciding it was way too early to be up and about. Within seconds, he was soon gently snoring again. There was enough light streaming in through the french windows for Katy to see without turning the fluorescent strip light on. Flicking the kettle on, she stood staring out into the garden as the water slowly heated up. She could make out the shape of a hedgehog snuffling around in amongst the shrubs and she was so busy watching it, she didn't hear somebody walk into the kitchen behind her. "Making a tea?" said a voice. Katy jumped and spun round in shock. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she apologised as the kettle finished boiling and switched itself off. Mark's step brother, Jack, smiled at her in the semi darkness and she suddenly felt horribly exposed in her short and rather revealing slip. "I couldn't sleep either," he said blearily rubbing his eyes as he wandered over to one of the cupboards and removed two mugs. "Mark still snores like a freight train I note." Katy giggled despite her embarrassment. "He always snores when he's been drinking," she said. "And he's always nasty when he's had a drink," Jack said with an edge to his voice as he popped a teabag in each mug. Katy's smile faded. He was right of course, but she couldn't admit that. Mark was still her fiancé despite his many shortcomings. Instead she shrugged and ignored Jack's critical comment. "Milk and sugar?" he asked. "Yes please," Katie replied. She waddled across to the window seat and placed a cushion behind her back. Now that the initial shock of Jack's appearance was wearing off, she had relaxed again. She had known Jack for as long as she had known Mark. Mark's mother had married Jack's father when the boys were in their early teens. Most of the time they got along okay, but Katy knew that Jack had been the victim of Mark's temper many times when they were younger. Now that they were adults, Mark kept his distance. Although he had never admitted it, Katy suspected that he was afraid Jack would get the better of him if he bullied him the way he had when they were kids. Since Jack was now bigger than Mark, he was probably right. "You shouldn't take any notice of what Mark says," Jack commented lightly as he sat down on the seat beside her. "What do you mean?" Katy asked blankly. "I mean that there's nothing wrong with the way you look...being pregnant and all," Jack said gently. Katy blushed deeply. "Mark thinks I look fat and horrible," she admitted in a tiny voice. It made her feel ashamed just to hear the words spoken out loud "Don't take any notice of him!" Jack said firmly. "He's hardly Mr Fit these days." Katy giggled despite her misguided sense of loyalty. Jack was right. She couldn't recall the last time Mark had gone to the gym. With all the time he spent at the office, he had piled on weight and was looking decidedly chunky. Jack, on the other hand, was looking decidedly hot. His close proximity to Katy made her acutely aware that he was only wearing a pair of cotton shorts and his smooth chest was bare. The muscles were sharply delineated in the pale light shining in through the windows and Katy could hardly tear her eyes away. "Mark might be my step brother, but sometimes he's a total prick," Jack growled as she tried to focus on something more neutral. "I've heard the way he talks to you -- I wouldn't talk to any woman that way, least of all the woman I was supposed to be in love with." Katy thought about that as she sipped her tea. When the last time Mark had told her he loved her? She honestly couldn't remember. Hot, unhappy tears slid down her cheeks before she could prevent them. Of course Mark never told her he loved her -- why would he -- she was fat and unlovable. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, wiping her eyes with her hand, "I'm a hormonal mess these days." "Hey," Jack said gently, "I'm the one who should be apologising. I didn't mean to upset you." "It's not you," Katy sniffed, "it's just...everything!" The barrier that was holding her emotions in check, crumbled, and she was completely unable to stop the fresh tide of tears that fell like rain into her mug. Jack immediately put his own tea down and pulled her into his arms before she could protest. Her huge belly meant that he couldn't get too close, but it still felt damned good to have a man holding her. Mark hadn't touched her for so long, she was starved of affection. Eventually the tears subsided a little and she sat back, her cheeks blotchy and her eyes red and swollen. Despite her embarrassment at falling to pieces in front of Jack, she felt calmer now. The outpouring of emotion had been cathartic in a strange way. "Your tea will be cold now," she commented ruefully. Jack stroked her hair. "Doesn't matter about my tea," he smiled. "Are you ok?" "I think so," Katy said. She could still feel his arm around her waist, protective and strong. It felt good and she began to think about how little she was wearing. Her breast was pressing against his body and the close proximity of his semi naked body was sending her libido into sudden orbit. Part of her wondered how it would feel if... Then she stopped. It was wrong to be thinking such thoughts about Jack. "I ought to get back to bed," she said awkwardly. "It's late..." Jack looked at her, his hand reaching to cup her chin. "He doesn't deserve you, Katy," he said. Katy stared at him in surprise. His brown eyes were dark and implacable as his hand dropped lower until it rested lightly on her shoulder. The skin beneath his fingers prickled with heat and Katy willed her body not to react any further. But it was hopeless. She had gone for so long without sex, this unexpected physical contact was like an oasis in the desert and her parched body was gasping for more. "I'm not special," she said eventually, struggling to control her breathing. She knew in her heart that Jack was only being nice. Jack was family and that's what families were supposed to do -- support each other. "But thank you for making me feel a little better," she added as she fought to clear the swirling morass of sexual anticipation from her head and made an effort to move. "You ARE special," Jack said firmly as he held her arm, effectively preventing her from standing. "Just because Mark is too much of a moron to see that, it doesn't mean that I don't." Katy smiled sadly. "Honestly, you don't have to be nice to me -- it's ok, really." Jack swore under his breath and Katy's eyes widened in surprise. Before she had time to fully digest what was happening, Jack kissed her firmly, his hand sliding through her hair to pull her head closer. For a second she froze with shock. This couldn't be real -- surely she was dreaming and any moment she would wake up. But no, it was real. Jack's lips gently explored hers and his tongue probed for access to the hidden depths of her mouth. She shivered as desire shot through her body and a helpless moan broke free when their lips parted. Katy didn't know what to think as they stared at each other in the pale moonlight. She could feel the heat from Jack's body searing her skin where they touched and every fibre of her being wanted him to continue what he had started, but he seemed uncertain now that the boundaries of their relationship had been irrevocably crossed. He pulled back and raked his hand through his dark hair. "Shit," he said softly. "I really didn't mean for that to happen." "Doesn't matter," Katy mumbled. "I know you're just feeling sorry for me -- I can't imagine any man would want me looking like this." Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes and she wished she had stayed in bed. Now even Jack despised her. "You really don't see it, do you?" Jack marvelled as he stared at her strangely. "See what?" Katy was baffled. What was he getting at? "See how bloody sexy you are right now!" "How can I be sexy when my belly is huge and my tits look like cantaloupe melons," she asked in astonishment. "Frankly I feel about as alluring as a brick these days. It's hardly surprising that Mark hasn't touched me in months." "Katy," Jack said intently, "you've never looked as beautiful as you do now. Since you became pregnant, you've positively glowed." He leaned closer and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the sincerity in his chocolate brown eyes. "I always thought you were gorgeous, but now you're even more so. Why Mark can't see that is completely beyond me." "Do you really think that?" she asked hesitantly. In all these years, she hadn't realised that Jack had any feelings for her beyond friendship. His startling confession had her reeling with shock and...pleasure. "Yes, I DO think that," he said with a slow smile. "I love the way your body has changed." His gaze slid down to her breasts and Katy shivered. "Are you cold?" he asked with concern. "No..." she said shakily, and his eyes darkened as he smiled again. "Sure?" he asked again. He was looking down at her breasts and she realised that her distended nipples were noticeably hard and pressing against the thin cotton of her slip. Immediately she blushed. The way she was reacting to Jack was shameful -- he had barely touched her and she was still more aroused than she had even been in her life. Katy tried to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat. The delicious anticipation of being touched was almost more than she could bear and all she could do was continue staring at him, breathing heavily, as the sexual tension between them grew ever stronger. With one arm still loosely draped around her waist, Jack shifted closer again and brushed his fingertip across her lips. She thought he would kiss her for a second time, but instead his hand swept lower, stroking the delicate skin of her throat and tracing a line along the swell of her heaving breasts. The cotton was stretched taut across her swollen tits and as his fingers crept closer to her nipples, she bit back a desperate moan of desire. Since becoming pregnant, her breasts were incredibly sensitive; even the slightest touch across her blue veined flesh sent little darts of pleasure straight to her clit. Now that she was being caressed in a sexual way, she felt copious amounts of moisture welling up inside her trembling body as she squirmed helplessly on the cushion. "Your breasts are beautiful," Jack told her in a reverent voice as he traced a circle around one dark nipple. Katy wanted him so badly now, she felt like screaming. A quick glance down told her he was as turned on as she. There was a definite bulge in the front of his shorts, but she didn't have the confidence to actually touch him, despite the fact she ached to explore his delicious body. The first brief touch of his fingers across her nipple made her gasp at the sensation. Her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure almost overwhelmed her with its intensity. She felt him pinch the taut bud and roll it around between his fingers and thumb. As arousal continued to flood her body, she felt the straps of her slip being tugged down and she abruptly opened her eyes in shock. "Jack..." she gasped, suddenly conscious that the consequences of their actions were more far reaching than mere sex. "Shhh," he whispered as he stroked the milky white flesh revealed to his avid gaze. "I won't hurt you," he promised gently. Katy couldn't have moved even if she had wanted to. Her body was crying out for this and despite the many reasons why she should stop Jack, she knew she didn't really want to. Instead she watched, mesmerised, as he slowly tugged her slip down until her aching nipples were revealed. When he dropped his head and latched his mouth on to one swollen teat, she cried out harshly and clutched his head desperately with both hands. His lips tugged and sucked as his free hand gently squeezed her other breast. Katy was in heaven and almost on the verge of orgasm from his mouth alone. Her thighs trembled and she felt certain there had to be a huge wet patch beneath her bottom from all the juices that were seeping from her aching body. She cried out with disappointment when he removed his lips from her breast, but her pain was instantly soothed when he transferred his attention to its twin. Her head fell back against the edge of the seat and she closed her eyes, lost in ecstasy as Jack gave her what she had been denied for too long. As the first spasms of pleasure fluttered through her body, she marvelled that it could take so little to make her come. When she felt his teeth graze her sensitive nipple, she erupted into orgasm. Jack instantly moved to lock his mouth onto hers and smother the joyful howls of pleasure before the rest of the house heard them. The ripples of bliss slowly subsided into tiny aftershocks. Katy opened her eyes and stared at Jack in disbelief. She couldn't quite believe what had just happened, but he was smiling at her smugly as her brain tried to process the fact he had just given her the best orgasm of her life. "I...I..." she muttered incoherently, but he pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. "Don't think...just feel," he said softly. "You deserve this." Without saying another word, he removed his arm from around her waist and dropped to a kneeling position on the floor between her legs. Katy gazed down at him as he slowly eased her legs apart before smiling up at her. She tried not to feel embarrassed as he pushed her slip up her thighs until it bunched around her hips. Already her body was readying itself for more pleasure and she knew she had to be positively dripping by now; she could feel the moisture seeping out between her bottom cheeks. Jack slipped a finger between the folds of her pussy and she gasped as he pushed inside her. When he added a second finger, then a third, she began to writhe around on the seat, suddenly uncaring of how she must look to him. Because of her huge belly, she couldn't see his face, but she could certainly feel everything he was doing. God it felt good. The first touch of his tongue on her sensitive flesh made her jump. He began to lap at her pussy -- deliberately avoiding the area she most wanted him to touch and teasing her mercilessly. It was an excruciating torment as he drove her towards another orgasm with skill and patience. As she hovered on the edge once again, she reached down and squeezed her own nipples, hard. That, combined with the gentle sucking of her clit, was enough to topple her over into oblivion for the second time. She cried out helplessly, too lost in the moment to care whether anyone heard. As her climax washed over her, she floated serenely on a tremendous high, barely noticing when Jack moved to sit beside her until he slipped his arm around her trembling body. Revelations He kissed her tenderly, threading his hands through her long, tousled hair as his tongue explored her mouth. She tasted her own juices on his lips and it made her think about how infrequently Mark had done that for her. She could probably count the number of times on the fingers of one hand. The feel of Jack's erection throbbing hotly against her thigh was a sharp reminder that he hadn't asked for anything in return so far. Hesitantly she reached out and touched the hot bulge of his cock. A large wet circle on his shorts was evidence of how aroused he was and she smiled shyly when they broke their kiss. "Do you want me to...?" she asked, uncertain of what exactly he was expecting from her. "This isn't about me," he reminded her as he grasped her hand with his own, effectively preventing her from doing any more. "But I want to," she insisted. Despite the languorous pleasure that still consumed her, desire hadn't been entirely vanquished and she wanted to please him. It seemed the least she could do in return for what he had done for her. Reluctantly Jack released her hand and she carefully slid her fingers inside his shorts, encountering the throbbing length of him for the first time. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt how hard and thick he was. Sticky fluid coated her fingers in moisture as she slowly moved her small hand up and down his shaft and he gasped with pleasure. "Oh fuck, I'm not going to last long," he hissed and he reached out to squeeze her naked breast while she touched him. Subconsciously, he began to pump his hips towards her as she increased the rhythm of her caress and she watched, mesmerised, as his cock grew harder with every second that passed. The veins stood out in thick ridges on the swollen shaft and drops of pre-cum oozed out from the tip. When Katy finally released him, Jack groaned with disappointment, but she smiled and carefully shifted her bulky body until she was kneeling between his muscular thighs as he had done with her. Pulling his shorts down further, she grasped his cock firmly and leaned forward so that her lips grazed the head. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she scooped up some of the pearly fluid while he watched with a taut expression. Then she opened her mouth and slid her lips down as far as she could. He tasted wonderful and it sent a fresh burst of moisture to her still throbbing pussy. As she sucked him gently, Katy slid a hand between her thighs and began to touch herself. She was enjoying the way Jack's cock filled her mouth and she began to imagine how it would feel if he was inside her body. His breathing quickened as her fingers flashed across her sensitised flesh and she knew that he was close. "I'm gonna cum," he confirmed with a tortured gasp and she felt the first ripples of his orgasm as she pulled away and held him tightly in her fist. The initial spurt of fluid fired high in the air and landed across her upper chest and chin. The second landed across her breasts and the rest spurted over them both. Jack recovered enough to look down at her cum spattered tits and he smiled with enormous satisfaction. "Come here," he growled. Katy slid up and hoisted her body on to the seat beside him. He held her tightly as his cum began to cool on her skin. She knew she ought to clean herself up, but it seemed unimportant as Jack nuzzled her neck affectionately. With a relaxed sigh, her eyes began to close sleepily as the first streaks of dawn tinted the sky with pale pink. Suddenly the future didn't seem quite as bleak as it had a few hours ago. * * * Mark blearily opened his eyes and tried to focus through the hangover that pounded inside his brain. Gradually the blue print wallpaper of his room swam into view as he stared with grim determination at the wall opposite his bed. From somewhere outside, the sound of a lawnmower rumbled and he wondered if it was his step father, George, cutting the lawn. If this was the case, it meant that the hour was far later than he had intended to sleep. Shit. He had wanted to be home for midday so he could disappear down the pub for a few pints with the lads while Katy cooked his dinner. No chance of that now. Still, if he played his cards right, he could probably stay for roast dinner here. His Mum usually cooked enough to feed a small army. It would mean having to be polite to Jack for a while longer, but Mark supposed he could manage that. He wasn't sure why Jack annoyed him exactly --he just knew that he did. It probably had something to do with the fact that Jack was always mooning over Katy every time he thought Mark wasn't looking. Not that he stood a chance with her. Katy knew which side her bread was buttered on. Now that she was pregnant with his kid, there was even less chance of her fucking off. Silly bitch. He just hoped that she slimmed down after the kid was born. Frankly she looked a state at the moment and if it wasn't for Lucinda, he'd be climbing the walls with frustration. His cock hardened instantly at the thought of Lucinda. The memory of the last time they'd fucked was permanently seared into his brain, and the film footage he had recorded of their tryst was still sitting on his computer hard drive at home, ready for him to watch later on this evening when Katy had gone to bed. It would keep him going until he saw his lover again on Wednesday. He had already told Katy he was away that night -- on a Senior Managers Meeting in Brighton. Silly cow had no idea that every time he 'worked late' or was away on a 'course', he was in fact fucking Lucinda's brains out in every position imaginable. Reluctantly Mark glanced at his Rolex and realised he had better haul himself out of bed. Katy must have been up for a while since he couldn't recall hearing her leave the room. As he clambered out of bed, yawning, he noticed that her overnight bag was gone and he guessed she must be downstairs waiting for him to surface. No doubt she would be sitting in the living room with a reproachful expression on her fat face. God she annoyed the crap out of him at the moment. Mark pulled on his jeans and tried to remember what it was that he had seen in her once upon a time. Then he remembered with a dry smile. Oh yes. The only reason he had asked her out was because he had found out Jack fancied her rotten. It always made his day to get one over on his younger brother. Or step brother, he quickly reminded himself. He had only intended to fuck her for a few weeks, but the fact that Jack was insanely jealous of Mark's relationship with Katy meant that he gained too much satisfaction to end it. Naturally Katy had fallen head over heels in love with him -- understandably of course. When she had told him she was pregnant, he had almost died. Having a kid was not high on his list of things to do, but at least it pissed Jack off, so he went the whole hog and asked her to marry him. It had been rather sickening the way she cried with joy. Still, a few silly vows weren't going to stop him seeing Lucinda. Oh no. Beside, Katy would be far too busy with the kid to be concerned with what he was up to. Mark pulled a brush through his hair and briefly examined his reflection in the small mirror. Despite the amount of alcohol he had consumed last night, he didn't look too bad. His old bed was still pretty comfortable which had helped. A bloody lot more comfortable than the hideous camp bed Mum had insisted he should sleep in. "Katy can have the bed," she had suggested yesterday when they arrived. No fucking chance, he had thought at the time. He wasn't fucking stupid. Ignoring the messy pile of clothes he had abandoned on the floor (Katy would pick them up when she packed his bag), Mark headed downstairs in search of something to eat. Much to his surprise the kitchen was empty and there didn't appear to be anyone around at all. "Mum?" he yelled loudly, but all he got back in response was continuing silence. Mark idly wandered through to the living room, but there was no sign of Katy either. Even the dog was AWOL, which meant it was probably enjoying a long walk in the park with Mum and George. Oh well, maybe Katy had gone with them. She had probably gotten bored waiting for him to surface. Grumbling at the thought of having to wait for ages for them all to return, he walked across to where the kettle lived, intending to make a cup of coffee before he made a decision on what to have for breakfast. There was an envelope propped up beside the kettle with his name scrawled on the cover. Curiously he opened it and pulled out the sheet of paper contained within. His face turned ashen as read the note with a sense of stunned disbelief. Dear Mark, By the time you read this, I will be long gone. It's taken me a while to realise it, but you're not the man I want to spend my life with. I'm with Jack now. Katy Ps. Lucinda rang your mobile while you were asleep -- she says you can go fuck yourself in future Mark tipped the envelope up and a small ring fell out. It was Katy's engagement ring. Revelations Thursday evenings my husband worked late. A teacher at the local high school he was one of those wonderfully conscientious people who'd volunteer for any (and all) after-hours activity. On Thursday nights he was supervising, of all things a hip hop dance crew. When he told me I snorted with laughter. And then when he'd struck a pose, holding out his hands like some kind of bad boy rapper I fell to the floor, almost peeing myself I laughed so hard. Brent was so white, so neat, so suburban the very idea of him having anything to do with hip hop was ludicrous—Vanilla Ice was too urban for him. On one of my Thursday nights alone I discovered I was a voyeur. The discovery came as a genuine surprise to me as I'd never before felt the urge to watch. My college roommate had tried her best to make me voyeur, never locking the door or leaving a sign when her boyfriend 'visited'. I'd found that whole experience revolting. Now, looking back I think perhaps it was because I knew her and had to make eye contact the next day. As a very visual person I'd found it difficult—whenever I looked at her, all that had been spread the night before would flash before my eyes...yuck. Strangers, I discovered, were not at all yuck. They were a whole different story. I liked to watch strangers. In fact, I loved it. Our apartment complex was shaped like a giant horseshoe. The long thin space between—in the middle of the horseshoe—was filled with beautifully landscaped gardens and a swimming pool. We loved the building—made of weathered sandstone it stood out like a regency jewel amongst the surrounding generic glass and steel structures. All the apartments had big sash windows, almost floor to ceiling in their length. They let out heat like a bitch in winter but it was worth it because in summer they were glorious. Summertime everyone kept them open—mostly uncovered by curtains or blinds—which meant of course, with the horseshoe formation of the building we could see right into the apartment opposite. At night often it seemed as if giant TV screens were hung across the way—that's how clearly you could see in the windows. Summer school break had ended; the nights were starting to cool but the diehard of us kept those windows open for as long as possible. That Thursday I had an awful headache and I came home early with the intention of taking a little afternoon nana nap. When I awoke I found I'd slept longer than I thought. It was past eight o'clock and the apartment was dark. Because I knew Brent was not yet home I didn't bother to turn on a light. He usually didn't make it home until after nine. After deciding I'd wait to eat with him, I grabbed a soda from the fridge and went to sit at the table by the window in the dark. I heard them first—a soft moan that floated across the space between the buildings. It drew my eye to the windows directly opposite our apartment. In the brightly lit frame of the window I could see a couple locked in an embrace. He was young and buff. It was his apartment, I knew because I'd seen him before. She I'd never before seen, older than him she was dressed in an expensive grey suit—the kind that lawyers or business executives wore. She moaned again. Expressive and lyrical—a beautiful sound—not at all like my own wounded animal cries of pleasure. The young guy was shirtless in jeans; I saw her hands go to the fly and then watched as they sunk down low on his hips to expose his pelvis. I've always loved the V of muscle that sits low on a man's stomach. Brent's was lovely, no romance novel cover six pack, but lean and defined. I loved to run my tongue along that v-line of muscle, down, down to the coarse hair below and bury my nose in the manly smell of him. The business woman obviously did too because she sank to her knees and buried her head in his crotch. The young guy threaded his fingers in her hair and guided the movement of her head—pulling her back so I could see the wet length of the erect penis in her mouth. She was sucking his cock. I was watching her suck his cock. I moved closer to the window, on my knees, the base of the window frame at my hips. I felt a hot wet rush between my legs. I knew as I pushed a finger under my skirt and inside the elastic edge of my panties that I'd be soaked. I was. Slipping into that steamy heat I slicked a finger along my slit and started to masturbate. My skirt had ridden up past my hips, pushed back by the hand wedged between my legs. Cool night air blew on my exposed thighs. I felt deliciously dirty. Skirt up, ass pushed out, on my knees. Watching her suck his cock. The thrill was so intense my orgasm came quick. Hitting like a match to pooled gas. Bright, fiery and intense. So fast and furious it left me a feeling a little empty. I would have liked to have tried for a second more leisurely orgasm but I knew Brent would be home soon and I didn't want to share what I had just done. I pulled down my skirt, washed my hands, turned on the light and waited for my husband to come home. All the while knowing that across the building the couple was having sex. * * * * While I'd hoped, when I checked the next Thursday to see if the couple was there again, I didn't really expect it. To my surprise—and delight—they were there, erotically displayed for my viewing pleasure—that Thursday and every other that I cared to look. I started to make up little stories about them in my head—scenarios to explain their delicious Thursday night liaisons. 'They were having an affair. He was her secretary. While at work she'd forcefully push him under the desk to lick her pussy, that's why he became so dominant in the privacy of his apartment. He was her step-so. It was an illicit assignation that would shock and devastate the family. He was an escort, a high class hooker that she paid for every Thursday.' The stories went on and on, becoming the staring feature of every masturbatory fantasy. Apart from my usual Thursday voyeuristic sessions I'd become voracious in my need to make myself come. In the shower of a morning, at night lying beside Brent, even a couple of lunch breaks at work after I'd locked the office door. I'd close my eyes and picture them, always in the frame of that window. When I was on my knees, skirt up, panties pushed aside I was lost to my need, totally oblivious of everything other than my finger and the couple across the way. Because of that I didn't hear. I didn't hear the door or the soft footsteps of Brent as he came up behind me. I don't know how long he stood, watching me, watching them. However long it was it was enough time for his cock to stiffen and press out against the placket of his trousers. I knew because it was the first thing I saw after he spoke my name and I jumped, spun around on my knees to face him. "Lila?" On my knees, my head at his crotch I still had my hand in my bunched up panties. Shame hit me like a wave. Full force to the whole body as if I'd been violently dumped in the surf. Oddly, the shock of him seeing me like that didn't chill my ardor it spiked it, like an accelerant to flame. Right there, on my knees, hand in my panties caught like a dirty little bitch, I came. Spasms rocked my body. I wailed and I knew just from that sound he'd know what had happened. "Did you just come?" he asked. Still panting from the intensity of the unexpected orgasm I didn't speak, instead nodding slightly. "What were you doing?" To me, the question seemed stupid. It was obvious what I'd been doing. Where he was standing he could clearly see out the window at what I'd been watching. He looked between the window and me, back and forth. I knew because of the hard-on in my line of sight that he wasn't completely disgusted by my actions, but I wasn't sure how he felt. "You were watching them. Fingering yourself and watching them." Again I didn't speak, just nodded. "And you came when I caught you." He looked down at me frowning. I still had my skirt rucked up at my hips, I felt so exposed while he frowned, so turned on that I had to cover myself. My fingers were at the hem, ready to tug the fabric down to cover my legs when he said in rumbling bass, "No. Leave it. Leave it up." I was shocked silent by his words. Speechless. Our sex life was good, I always came, but it was pretty vanilla—never had he spoken to me like that before. I did as he said, leaving the skirt bunched up above my panties. "Turn around." I shuffled around on my knees to face the window. "Forward. Hands on the frame." Palms out I leaned into the window frame. He placed a hand between my shoulders and lowered me further so that my ass was arched up. "Head up. Watch them," he said. I raised my chin to look up, out over the divide at the apartment opposite. He had her on the couch in the center of the room. Her legs were splayed open and his head was between them, licking. He had his fingers spread out on her knees, pushing them wide, wide open. Brent pulled down my panties. Not all the way down, just so they sat under the swell of my ass. He'd come down on his knees beside me, I felt his hip bump into mine. He left me there panties down, ass uncovered for an excruciatingly long time. Across the way she'd come on his mouth in the time I knelt exposed. Now she was bent over the arm of the couch and he was fucking her from behind. I wanted something. Anything. I began to rock on my knees, aching for some kind of contact. The contact came as a short sharp slap to my ass. It was unexpected, in the both the action and my reaction. It contracted my pussy, a sharp jolt of pleasure not unlike a tug to the nipple. "Dirty girl. Touching her pussy watching the neighbors." I moaned and rocked back, aching for another slap. I got what I wanted in a rain of stinging smacks—his hand barely leaving my ass before coming back down again. I heard myself, like an animal I grunted, moaned and heaved. My pussy flooded, throbbing heavy with wetness. The hand not slapping my ass he brought between my thighs, spearing his fingers into soaked heat. Two fingers he thrust inside and in a moved that shocked me he pushed a thumb against the puckered entrance of my ass. "Come dirty girl. Come." Without a touch to my clit, just the slap of his hand on my ass, the fingers in my pussy and the indignity of that thumb at my ass, I came. Clamped hard around his fingers I called out and drenched him with my orgasm. Did they hear me? Did they hear the slap of his hand on my ass? Across the building did she hear me come? My body shook with aftershocks. Unable to hold myself up I sank down to rest my forehead against the window frame. I was panting, my chest heaving when I felt rough fingers pulling my panties down my legs. He gave a light slap of my thighs and I lifted each knee one by one to allow him to pull them off my legs. I thought he'd take me like that, shove his cock in me while I rested against the window frame. I was wrong. "Get up." It didn't really register what he said, so I stayed face down, with my head now resting on my crossed arms. The fingers that pinched my sore ass made me jump. "Get up." He pinched the spank sore flesh again and I didn't hesitate. I got up on my knees. "Turn around. On your knees. Face me." I hadn't spoken since he'd gotten home. First shocked and now I sort of liked the silence. The way it figured into whatever this game was we were playing. I looked up at him. He was back standing in front of me; feet spread his pelvis rocked slightly forward. Neatly dressed in his work clothes he made me feel all the more exposed. "Open your blouse. Show me your tits." I gasped. Gentle Brent never spoke this way. My blouse came open easily, shrugging my shoulders I let it fall open to reveal my bra. "Pull them out." I went to unbuckle the front clasp of my bra but he said, "No. Just over the top. Pull them over the top." I pushed back the lace cup over the swell of my breast down to the underwire. He nodded and so I did the other. "Touch them." I cupped my breasts which pushed up by both underwire and the fabric of the cup seemed almost obscenely round. "Pinch the nipples." My nipples were the kind that came out to play at the slightest touch—poking into large round points. They'd been hard from the moment I'd started to watch the neighbors. I rolled each fat pointed nub between my thumb and fingertip. The sensation shot through me like fire. I had to rock my hips it felt so good. "Yes," his voice came out thick. His hips rocked too bringing the jut of his cock closer to my head. There was a damp spot where the wet head of his cock pressed against the fabric. I met his eye as I licked my lips. He unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. His khakis fell over his hips and he unbuttoned his white business shirt exposing that V of muscle that I loved so much. His khakis hung open and low but he made no move to take them off, instead he pulled down his briefs until they rested below his balls. His cock jutted out, the head bobbing at my cheek. I made no move, waiting for his words. "Suck it." I'd never before thought of myself as a great giver of blow jobs, but I fell upon that cock like a porn star. Moaning around that hard shaft I took more and more in my mouth. Loving it. Loving the thrust of his hips and the rough pull of the fingers fisted in my hair. "Look at you. On your knees. Cocksucker. Dirty little cocksucker." The words shot heat through me as real and as electric as a brush against my clit. I flicked my tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock. "I can see them. He's pulled out of her pussy. He's spreading her ass. He's going to fuck her little asshole. She loves it. She's bent over the couch, her tits rocking as he fucks her ass." I moaned around his cock and the hand in my hair tugged harder. I needed more, the throb between my legs had become unbearable. I slid a hand down my body, my fingers moving to ease the throb of my clit. "Are you touching yourself? Making yourself come again?" I nodded, bobbing my head on his cock. "Fuck!" The hand in my hair pulled me back, my mouth leaving his cock with a sucking wet pop. He shoved me down, fingers gripping my shoulder moving me until I was on all fours in front of him. Without even a moment to ready myself he was in me, thrusting like a piston. His fingers gripped my hips using them to pull me back each time he pushed forward, our bodies slapping together. He rocked me back, pulling me up so that I was up on my knees, his sweat slick stomach pressed to my back. His hands wrapped around, fingers gripping my breasts. 'Touch yourself," he panted in my ear. I brought a hand down to my clit. It was swollen, poking out like a little erection. The first touch made me spasm, a swift strong contraction around his cock. "Fuck yeah," he said as he continued to plunge inside me The angle of his cock was exquisite, short sharp thrusts that vibrated pleasure through my whole body. My fingers were a blur on my clit, rubbing fast and hard. "Come. Come. Give it to me. Come around my dick." And I did. Soul sapping, muscle melting violent spasms that racked my body. "Lila!" he yelled out my name as he came so loud it rang in my ears. I slumped forward, no longer able to hold myself up. The hard wood floor was cool against my bared breasts. I lay flat with my head to the side. He came down on the floor and lay on his side looking at me. Reaching over he brushed a lock of damp hair that had fallen in my eyes. "Lila," he said my name, awed and hushed, like a revelation. That's how it felt to me too. "What was that?" he asked. I swallowed and rolled to lie on my side facing him. "A revelation." "Tell me. Please." He'd propped up his head on his hand and was looking down at me intently. "I've been watching them awhile now. Every Thursday you're at work." "Really?" "Yes, I've discovered that I'm a bit of a voyeur." He laughed. "Well, I've just discovered that I've got a bit of dominant streak." "Mmmm," I said, remembering the feeling of his hand on my ass. His eyes darkened, clouded with lust. "Tell me. Tell me what else you've discovered." "I'm a voyeur. I like being spanked. I like you pulling my hair. I love your cock in my mouth. I love you fucking me hard. And..." "And?" "And I think I might want you to fuck my ass." "Revelation," he murmured and moved in to kiss me, for the first time since he'd come home. Revelations REVELATIONS (The Reinvention of Beth Raines continues) Beth Raines rose naked from her bed and walked to the full length mirror in her bedroom. She appraised her forty-five year-old body and smiled. Not too shabby, she thought, not at all! She looked at the erect nipples on her 36c breasts and down the now defined curve of her torso to her wide hips and rounded buttocks. She observed her shaved womanhood glistening with diamonds of sexual excitement and smiled. Turning toward the shower, she lifted her fingers to her lips and tasted the juices that thirty minutes earlier had exploded onto them, She looked back to the bed and smiled again, seeing the starkness of the purple vibrator against the white of the bed sheets. She looked at the phone, now back in its cradle, that had carried the voice of Jeff Parks to her ears, through her body and into her recently awakened sexual soul. Then she stepped into her shower and luxuriated under the warm cascade of water. Jeff had been gone for a month, but he called once, and sometimes, twice a week. Beth's relationship with him had yet to be defined. She liked the attentions of the younger man. She liked the openness of their friendship. In fact, she had concluded that to define where they were would likely be detrimental. The only thing she knew for sure was that Jeff had told her, just before he left for the new construction job, that she had no restraints, and to live, laugh and love. Beth stepped from her shower and dried her body. She looked out of the window at the sunny and breezy, fall Sunday afternoon and went to the closet to pick out clothes. She surveyed the hung clothes in front of her. The wardrobe was now feminine, with some of the outfits being outright sexy. Beth had enlarged and enhanced it since the day she met Jeff Parks. The day she had been re-invented. Looking over the clothes Beth selected a dress in beige and brown. The hemline, to just above the knee, decorated in fall colored leaves about six inches upward. The rest of the dress was a subtle beige color except for the leaves pattern that repeated on the bodice, which had three buttons. Beth lay the lightly pleated dress on the bed, went to her dresser and opened her lingerie drawer. She chose a deeper beige bra and panty set and slightly lighter "hold-up" hosiery. Her shoes were mid-heeled and in a complimentary shade of beige and brown to her outfit. Beth first put on the underwear. She stepped into the soft panties, feeling the fabric caress her legs and slide over her well rounded buttocks. She adjusted the underwear at her shaved crotch and noticed the shadow of her sex through the translucent material. Picking up the matching bra, Beth put it on. Again, she was aware of the caress and feel of the material as it cupped her breasts. Her areola and nipples were visible under the sheer cloth. Taking the hosiery, Beth rolled them up her legs. making sure they were smooth and tight. These days, Beth paid attention to detail. Jeff Parks, journeyman carpenter, had fixed her busted "give a damn" in one day and night about a month ago. Sitting in front of the mirror of her dresser, Beth applied light make up, highlighting and enhancing her already striking features. She smiled at the results and rose to put on the selected dress. Beth looked at the completed ensemble in the mirror. Satisfied, she checked her purse contents and headed downstairs and out of the front door, locking it behind her. The drive to the multiplex was pleasant and being a Sunday the traffic was light. Beth parked the white Grand Prix , made sure that it was locked and walked across the parking lot to the cinema entrance. She selected the movie a work friend had suggested she see, paid for her ticket, went into the semi-darkened auditorium and sat down in a seat near the center of the front row. Beth looked back in the theater and was surprised to see only a handful of patrons. All of them were seated halfway back in the room or farther. She reasoned that the early matinee was perhaps too close to the end of morning church services for people to get to and that the cinema would me more full buy the next screen time. As she popped a piece of wintergreen chewing gum into her mouth the lights dimmed and previews of upcoming attractions filled the screen. By the time the main feature had begun, Beth had settled into a warm, content and isolated zone. She loved movies. Loved the escape to another place and time. Books did the same for her, and she read avidly, but movies were , for her, like two hours of private island vacation. When the well dressed middle-aged man sat next to her, Beth thought little of it, though it did seem odd that of all the available seats he had chosen this one. Oh well, she thought, front and center does give a better aspect. It is, after all, why I sit here. Her rhetorical mental discussion over, she returned to focusing on the film. Beth was aware of the back of his hand grazing against her nylons. She stared at the screen, her mind racing. She was every bit as frozen as the proverbial deer in the headlights. She could get up and leave. She could scream, but that attention, she decided, she did not want. Attempting to physically move the man's hand crossed her mind but what if he grabbed her wrist? She would be trapped. It's the back of his hand, she reasoned, not exactly an assault. Beth moved her leg. The man's hand moved too never breaking contact with the soft warm nylon on her leg. Beth summoned up the courage to look at the man and he smiled at her. She looked away, her mind again racing through the difficulties of her situation. Thank God, she thought, nobody is close enough to see this. Then, Oh God, she thought, perhaps it would be better if they were, it might afford her some way out of the situation. Beth tensed as the man turned his hand and grasped her leg. The touch, though, was not one of force but of soft caress. Beth was barely breathing as the man slid his hand slowly and sensually up her leg, his wrist catching the skirt hem and sliding it over the top of her thigh. When she felt his fingers on the warm, bare flesh above the top of her hose, Beth instinctively closed her legs. The man did not move. To an extent he could not, his fingertips trapped albeit gently between the thighs of the woman in the seat next to him. He ran his thumb in gentle coaxing circles on the outside of Beth's thigh. Beth caught a breath as she felt her body react to his caresses. She was now, strangely, less afraid. Her mind and body went to war as the nerves tingled under the stranger's touch. Beth's thighs parted slowly as the man caressed her. Her mind unaware of her acceding to the rising pleasure. Her body now inviting it. She felt his fingers on her inner thigh. Soft, tender, massaging, slowly, sensually moving higher. Beth reflexively, now lost in the clandestine sensations, opened her thighs further. The man did not look at her, nor she at him. His hand moved up her leg awakening the nerves, stimulating and exciting her. His fingers reached the hem of her panties and he traced its line feeling Beth inhale at his furtive, erotic caress. When his hand moved over the soft, dark beige fabric and slid down cupping the now moist heat of her womanhood, Beth actually slid a little down and forward in her seat granting access to her. She was lost now. Lost to his touch. Lost to the sensations, to the wickedly delicious excitement of the location and this wordless, erotic stranger. The man's finger caressed Beth's pussy through the panty fabric. She bit her bottom lip and arched under the touch. He felt her wetness growing, her excitement increasing, her acceptance. He traced the groove of her sex separating the labia under the material. He massaged her, slightly increasing the pressure. Sliding upwards he found her clitoris and pushed against it, the sensitive bud already erect and hard. Beth gasped pushing up to meet his touch. She blindly put her hand over his and guided his movement. Her vaginal muscles flexed inside her lubricating her. Beth was now on a different private island. A sensual, overwhelming, erotic island of desire. Lost in the pleasure, Beth's tongue licked at her own lips, her head tilted back, eyes closed, her crotch reached up to the man's touch. She took his hand and slipped it inside her panties and pushed his fingers between her wet slit, and then removed her hand and gripped the arms of the cinema seat. Beth gasped as he penetrated her. A lightning flash jolted through her body, her pussy avariciously contracted around the man's two fingers as he began to masturbate her. Beth writhed in her seat giving herself to the stranger. Giving in to the intense, exciting pleasure and arousal. The man's fingers slid in and out of her vagina. His thumb massaged her clit. Beth fucked back at him barreling towards orgasm. The man felt her intensity and pushed up inside her compressing her vaginal sac. Beth shuddered and released her sex nectar, clamping the man's fingers inside her. Soaking them and her panties. She came breathlessly riding the ebb and flow of ecstasy till she was spent. Beth almost lay in her seat lost in an erotic afterglow, every nerve in her body alive. When she was sufficiently recovered, she realized the stranger was no longer in the seat next to her. He was gone. She smoothed her skirt and headed towards the ladies' room. She had to gather herself and clean up, she thought. Had the house lights come up while she walked back to the restroom, her bodily glow would have been unmistakable. Beth entered the ladies' room and looked in the mirror. She saw the flush in her face and proceeded to fix her hair. Her body was still pulsing with excitement. Satisfied that she looked alright, Beth reached under her skirt and slid her wet panties down her legs. Stepping out of them, she stooped and picked them up, turned on the faucet and rinsed them under the flowing water. She rang them out, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in her purse. Beth jumped but did not turn around when she felt the strong hands cup her buttocks. A wry and wicked smile crept over her face and she lowered her head. The hands squeezed her ass through her skirt. Beth pushed back at them, her body happy that her sexual interlude with the stranger was not over. She heard the door lock, then felt her skirt slowly and excitingly being lifted over her thighs and ass. Beth stood expectantly with her face down knowing she was exposed to the man behind her. She shivered as she felt his hand reach between her thighs and stroke at her already wet pussy. She opened her stance inviting him, once again completely excited and alive. Beth heard the stranger unzip and her pussy reflexively tingled in anticipation. She felt him tease down her ass with his cock head and slide over her wet slit opening the labia. She gasped as the man hovered at her vaginal opening. She could feel him, his cock head hot against her, she wanted him inside her and pushed back a little. The man gripped Beth's hips and slowly, sensually, agonizingly entered her. Beth's body went into rapture and she stood there as the man began long, slow, deep strokes in and out of her. His balls caressed the back of her thighs, then slowly retreated. Beth could feel every inch of his rigid shaft and reveled in the sensation. Her mind screamed "fuck me" but she did not voice the thought. The man took her slowly and sensually. Beth rocked meeting his movements. She did not look up concentrating only on the sweet erotic sensations rippling through her body. Beth could feel the man thickening, pulsing inside her. Her pussy flexed and gripped on his cock . She shivered and felt herself on the brink of another orgasm, pushing back on him meeting his slow, delicious and controlled thrusts. His thumbs pushed into her soft, warm ass flesh indenting it. His hip bones met her upturned rear and Beth melted into an intense and draining orgasm soaking his cock in her cum. He knew she was there. He felt her shudder and bend slightly at her knees. He remained deep inside her feeling her release. When Beth was again spent, the man slipped his juice glistened cock from her, slid it between her upturned ass cheeks and stroked between them. Beth heard him gasp and felt the hot sperm splash on the nerve cluster at the base of her spine. The man's cock jumped and twitched as he came on her body. Beth waited till the flow stopped. She felt it slowly trickle between her cheeks. The she heard the door unlock. Feeling compelled, Beth looked up into the mirror. She saw the back of the man as he left the restroom. An image flashed into her mind jarring her. No jacket! The stranger in the front row had a jacket on she thought. Her mind swam. Then she laughed internally. Two strangers. Two hot, sensual, wonderful, erotic, clandestine sexual encounters. Two strangers. Beth straightened her appearance again, cleaned herself and exited the ladies' room. She felt warm and sated and surprisingly unperturbed at her adventure. She mildly pondered the encounters. She felt, she thought, fulfilled. As she crossed the parking lot toward the parked white Grand Prix, she laughed again. You're right, Jeff, she thought. Live, Love, and yes, Laugh! Revelations and Discoveries As we walked in the door, we were still buzzed, some from the drinks but more from the erotic conversation and electric buzz we felt for this couple we had just met for drinks. Fred and Fran were their names, I'm Chad and my wife is Monica, oh, and by the way, we're swingers. We were having a typical first meet with Fred and Fran, everyone making small talk, getting comfortable and feeling each other out for likes and dislikes when the girls sort of started playing a game of unspoken truth or dare. They were taking turns revealing their kinks and turn-ons, each of them trying to outdo the other on the kink level. To my disbelief, Monica had just revealed that we liked to fantasize about creampies. I could feel my face redden. I didn't want these two people we just met to know that I got off eating my own cum out of Monica's fucked pussy! Luckily, she said we like to "fantasize" about them so maybe my secret wasn't exposed. Fran wasn't willing to let it go though, and she asked, "so what do you fantasize about? Making the creampie? Seeing it? Or eating it and cleaning it up?" She looked me dead in the eyes when she said this last part and my shifty eyes betrayed the truth. Seeing my discomfort, Fran pushes harder and ask, "Is fantasizing all you really do, or is it more than just a fantasy?" Monica was smiling from ear to ear and squirming in her seat when she reached over and began rubbing my cock which I hadn't even realized was hard as a rock. The conversation up to this point had been hot, but not enough to make me hard. I had been so embarrassed with the creampie questions that I hadn't realized I was turned on so much. It only took one good squeeze from Monica's hand to cause a big glob of precum to ooze out of me. This caused me a slight shudder and in turn caused Fran to raise an eyebrow and the intrusiveness of her questions. She asked, "So which is it Chad, do you fantasize about creampies or do you eat you cum out of Monica's gooey pussy?" Monica says, "Oh yes he does suck his cum out of me, but not willingly. He loves to talk about it but after he busts his load, he always chickens out. So what I do is reach back and play with his taint and balls when I think he's close to cumming. This always puts him over the top and just when he's pumped his last bit, I get a good grip on his tender balls and hold him in complete submission so I can move right up and plant my pussy on his face. The cum must be magic, 'cause once it touches his lips, I don't have to hold his balls anymore. He goes crazy for it and sucks and licks me clean, licks me so good I even squirt in his face sometimes." Fred can no longer look me in the face but I do notice that Frans hand is busy in his lap and he's got a wet spot growing on his pants. I can't believe how much of my secret kink has been laid out on the table and I can't believe that my cock as seemed to have gotten even harder and I've got a wet spot of my own. Monica says, "Ok, Fran, your turn." Fred suddenly looks up with a terrified expression and glances at me, Monica and then Fran. His eyes are almost pleading with her as he waits to see what she will reveal. Fran says, "Well I could tell you that Fred loves creampies too, but I don't have to force him, he's crazy for cum. And he doesn't just eat his own. My favorite thing is to push his face into somebody else's messy pie while I'm behind him, riding his ass with my big black strapon." That did it! Fran had won the game. Fred starting coughing with embarrassment and turned to hide his face. I couldn't imagine how we could continue the conversation with that out in the open. Monica must've thought the same thing, because she said, "How bout we settle our tab and go back to our place." I was just glad for the conversation to be over without Monica revealing how much fun we have playing with her own big black strapon cock! Back to us walking in the front door. Monica walks our guest into the living room while I go to the bar to make some drinks. When I walk back in with the drinks, Fran ask Monica if she can show her to the bathroom. I am surprised to see Monica escort her to the bathroom in our bedroom instead of the hall bath and a little curious what was in the bag that Fran had carried in with her and was now taking into the bathroom. Once the ladies left an awkward silence fell on me and Fred. Kind of hard to ask a guy about the latest game when you just learned that his wife fucks him and makes him eat other peoples cum! "So what do you think they're up to in there?" I asked him. Fred looks at me for the first time since we left the bar and says, "I'm afraid to guess, Fran is in one of her... uh... aggressive moods and she tends to let it all out when she feels like that." "Listen" He says to me, "whatever we do tonight, I would like to know that you can be discrete and keep it between us." I'm surprised by the stress in his voice, and wonder what could he think we are about to do that would need to be such a secret. But I reassure him that I can be trusted to keep our fun completely confidential. The bedroom door opens and we hear the click of the girl's heels on the floor. Both Fred's and my mouth drop open as we see the two beautiful ladies walk out with nothing on but their heels and big black strap on cocks! I guess now I know what Fran had in her bag! Monica says, "No fair, you guys are sitting there staring at our cocks but we can't see yours." "Get naked!" she yells through a sly smile. Fred and I stand and start undressing. We kick off our shoes, peel off our shirts and glance at each other with embarrassment as we drop our pants and each notice that the other is fully hard, even pulsing with desire. I guess neither one of us can deny what we like. Hard cock doesn't lie! We barely step out of our pants when Fran says, "How bout you boys come over here and show us you skills." Fred and I glance at each other again and Fran says, "Don't play shy guys. Come on Chad, Monica already told me that you can put that whole monster of hers all the way down your throat, not to mention all the way up your ass." Before she can say anything else Fred moves forward and gets on his knees in front of Fran. He tilts his head back and dutifully holds his mouth open as Fran steps forward, puts her hand on his forehead and slowly pushes her cock into his mouth. She gets about half of it in when she grabs him under his chin with the other hand and gently starts to roll her hips forward, working the cock deeper into Fred's throat. Before long she's got his whole head cradled in her arms, hunching her hips forward with his face pressed firmly into her belly. As she releases his head, just before she pulls her hips back, you can literally see his throat swollen with the cock. She pulls out of his mouth and long strings of spit are clinging to the cockhead and hanging from Freds lips. Next I feel Monica's hand on my shoulder pushing me down to my knees. She has the other hand wrapped around the base of her cock and I can see her pinky finger is rubbing small circles around her swollen clit. The moisture is hanging from her pussy lip to her inner thigh. She pulls her cock up and pulls my face forward and tells me, "Pucker you lips and keep your mouth closed." Then she rubs her pussy juice all over my lips, pulls back and starts tapping her cockhead on my lips and says "Keep those lips puckered." Her cock is making wet smacking sounds against my lips. Monica says, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." And then she's smacking her cock on my tongue. She keeps doing this until the underside of her cock is slick with saliva and spit is running down my chin. She pulls her cock back and wipes the spit off my chin with the head and then pushes the slobbery cock past my lips and into my mouth. Suddenly I hear gagging and look out of the corner of my eye and see Fran is steady fucking Fred's face, making him gag each time she pushes the head into his throat. Eventually the girls move to sit down on the love seat. They scoot their asses down to the edge of the seat and lewdly spread their legs, their cocks pointing straight up, glistening with spit. Fran looks at me and says, "Monica tells me you have a magic tongue, so get over hear and show me. Fred get down there and lick Monica's pussy too." Now we're both on our knees between the girls legs licking their pussies. Monica and Fran each have one hand holding the other girls cock and the other hand caressing a breast. They languidly kiss back and forth and work their hips up and down in unison, allowing me and Fred to lick them from asshole to clit. It's so synchronized that I almost lose track of who I'm licking as I look up at Monica's face from between Fran's thighs. I close my eyes and enjoy her taste when I feel her cock tapping on my forehead. Monica is still holding it and smiling at me as she does this She says "Don't forget to suck her cock baby". And as I put my mouth over her cock she's overcome with her lust and shudders out an orgasm into Fred's mouth. Fred reaches up and starts fingering Fran while I suck her and soon, she too is shaking through her own orgasm. As the girls come down, Fran says, "That was great, now come sit on my cock Fred." Monica says, "I need some dick." So I get down and sink my cock into her soaked pussy. I easily slide balls deep and can feel her tight pussy muscles spasming all over my cock. Fred is standing in front of Fran, facing her, staddling her thighs and her long cock stands straight up between his legs. It looks like it could almost touch the underside of his balls. Fran is sucking his cock and slathering her pussy juice on Fred's asshole and working her finger into his hole. She's a talented girl, without taking his cock from her mouth, she reaches over to her goodie bag and pulls out a lubricated Magnum and hands it to Fred. She says, "If you want my cock up your ass then put a rubber on it" Emphasizing the fact that he wants it as much as she does. Fred dutifully rolls the condom onto her cock while she continues to suck him and finger his asshole. I'm still fucking Monica and she is sucking on Fran's titty while fingering her pussy. Fran says, "Monica, hold my cock so Fred can sit on it. Fred, I want you to look her in the eye as it slides into you." With that Fred begins to impale himself on her cock and struggles not to close his eyes as he feels the stretch of his hole. Monica lets out a low moan as she sees the cock disappear up his ass. That's a favorite of hers, seeing it sink in. When he gets to the base, she removes her hand to let him sink down to the root and he just sits still adjusting to the size of this thing inside of him. His cock is pulsing and precum is oozing out thick enough for Fran to catch it with her finger and feed it to him. While I'm fucking Monica, her cock is bouncing against my stomach, Fran says, "Fred, reach down and grab Monica's cock." It feels so strange to see him stroking the cock that is bouncing against my stomach while my cock is buried inside of Monica. Almost like he's stroking my cock. Monica is looking at this too and starts to shake into another orgasm at the eroticism of the moment. Her quivering pussy muscles are too much for me to handle and I yell out, "I'm gonna cum too!" In a flash Monica pushes me back with her feet, almost a kick, really, and yells, "Don't you dare cum yet!" She pushes me so hard that I fall backward onto our big square low ottoman. Monica gets down between my legs and starts to eat my asshole. She pushes my legs high up in the air and snakes her long tongue inside of me. Her tongue, combined with the closeness of the orgasm I just missed has my cock streaming a steady flow of precum on my belly. Sure enough, Monica starts scooping this up and rubbing it on my lips and pushing her fingers into my mouth. It's not long before she has my asshole totally relaxed and aching for more than her tongue. Fran hands Monica a Magnum and some lube and Monica starts rolling on the rubber and stroking it with lube. Fran tells Fred to move to the opposite side of the ottoman and lay down like me. The ottoman is just big enough so that when I lay across it, my ass is just hanging off one side and my head is hanging off the other. This leaves me very vulnerable from both ends and is actually why we bought the thing. Just imagine the looks we got when we were testing it's dimensions in the furniture store! But that's another story. Fred is about the same size as me and he fits the same way. Now we're laying side by side but different directions. I feel Monica's cock head pushing at my asshole and I lay my head back to try and relax. As I open my mouth to catch my breath, I feel a cock pushing into it! I open my eyes but I can't see anything but Fran's soaking pussy as she and Monica begin to double stuff me from different ends. Luckily Fran pulled the rubber off before ass-to-mouthing me because there is no way I was ready to taste Fred's asshole. Fran says to Fred, "Stoke your cock and watch what your about to get too." Soon my ass is relaxing and I feel Monica's hips press against me as she sinks her full length into me. The way my head is hanging off of the ottoman has my throat completely open to Fran and she is not shy about going deep! Monica and Fran develop a rhythm fucking me and are both sinking their entire cock into me with each stroke. This causes a chain reaction because each time Fran presses into my throat, it makes me gag, which makes my ass clench on Monica's cock. Every time my ass clenches on Monica's cock it squeezes my prostate and causes even more precum to ooze out of me and feels like a mini orgasm with each glob. Finally Fran gives my mouth a break and moves back to fucking Fred. The girls get lost in their own world, enjoying the power they are having over our bodies. One of them, at this point I'm so lost in bliss that I can't tell which one, says, "You guys look to your left so you can see the other ones ass get fucked." I turn my head to the left and sure enough, I can see Fran's cock sliding in and out of Fred's ass. She's holding his legs high enough so I can even see his asshole clinging to her as she slides out. Since I'm in the same position I know that he has the same view. At this point, all pretense has passed as we are both fully exposed, physically and psychologically. Fran slightly rotates Fred's legs so he is laying more on his side with the leg closest to me wrapped around her hip and the other one over her shoulder. His face is now pressing into Monica's hip and I see the puddle of cum on his stomach rolling off onto the ottoman, I notice that his cock is no longer leaking clear, but instead, creamy, cum colored drops are pulsing out in time with Fran's cock pushing into him. I look up and see that my oozing has changed to the same color. Fran says to Monica "Turn Chad on his side too." The next thing I know, because of the way our heads hang off the side of the ottoman, Fred's hard cock is sticking straight out over my face. I move my head back just in time to miss the next glob that leaks out of him and it hits the floor instead. Fran sees this and tells Monica, "Grab Fred's head and make sure he doesn't miss any." Than she reaches down and pulls my head to the same position. The girls are really hot now and you can see it in the aggressive way they are pumping our asses. Each of them with one hand holding onto their own man's thigh over their shoulder and the other hand holding the other man's head in place. I close my eyes and my mouth tight as I feel Fred's drops landing on my cheeks, chin and even lips. One of the girls says, "Open up guys and enjoy the creampie straight from the source." I refuse, this has gone too far for me! Eating my own cum is one thing, but eating someone elses, and not even from a pussy but straight from his cock to my face... NO WAY! I keep my lips pressed tight, but even squeezing my lips I still get the slightest taste of it in my mouth, and I notice that it taste just like mine. The girl's orgasms must have been getting close because they started pumping furiously knocking against my prostate with such force that the drops have turned into an almost continues slow stream of cum leaking out of me... and unfortunately, Fred too. I don't want to get off while his cum is oozing onto my face but Monica knows just how to reach my spot and she's determined to fuck the cum outta me. My balls are so tight now you can barely see them. Monica reaches down and starts pressing on my taint meat, which is fat and swollen from all the prostate stimulation. That's it! The pressure is too great and I feel my balls unleash a torrent of cum. I know when she makes me cum like this it's a huge load. Fran says, "Oh yes, look at his cum all over your face Fred!" and apparently this is all he can take. His cock starts gushing too! I can't believe how much he's cumming. The more she fucks him, the more he cums and she isn't slowing down a bit. Monica squeals at the sight of my cum covered face and jumps up, yanks off her rubber and gets in front of me and starts pushing the cum on my cheeks up with her cock and forcing it into my mouth, I can't keep my lips closed and she's pushing cum all the way into my throat. It's like the cum is from her cock, something we have actually fantasized about with each other, but obviously, since her cock is plastic, we had never expected to ever really experience it. Or at least I sure as hell never did, maybe she had other ideas. This is all Monica needs and starts groaning as her orgasm overtakes her. The base of her strapon still rubbing against her clit as she pushes the cum-covered monster into my throat. I hope I have enough air to last because I know that she is not backing off until she starts to come down. The heat of the moment soon overwhelms Fran and she yanks her cock from Fred's ass and runs around and mounts his face, still covered in my load. She reaches under his neck and holds his head firmly to her pussy as she adds her own cum to the mess. The girls collapse on top of us and slowly catch their breath. Two thoughts run through my mind, I'm glad we agreed to the confidentiality and where are those drinks! I need a chaser! Revelations & Resolutions Scott looked around the room. The New Year's Eve party clamored raucously with laughter and conversation. So far, the party appeared successful. To stay off the dangerous streets on this night each year, the neighborhood held their own party, which rotated every year to a different home. This year, Scott and Claire Dillon hosted the event. He strolled into the kitchen to congratulate Claire. Her careful preparations and attention to detail had insured the success of the party. They had been married for seven years, seven wonderful years to Scott's mind, and with their cute, very loveable three-year-old daughter - staying with the grandparents, that night - they had created a loving family. Scott couldn't imagine being happier. Successful with his own business, Scott had started building custom homes while in college studying architecture. He entered the business first as a designer, and then as a superintendent, and during his fourth year in architecture, he designed and constructed a house on his own on speculation. It sold quickly, and he started another, then another, and soon his business eclipsed the time he needed to finish his education. A late-night discussion with Claire - they had been married a year at the time - provided the direction for the rest of his career. He quit school and never looked back. He was already doing what he loved and wanted to do, and his efforts provided all the income he and his family needed. He wasn't rich, but he made an above average living - well above average. Inside the kitchen, Claire stood looking perplexed and beautiful. Of course, she always looked beautiful. He had known from the first moment he saw her she was the woman for him. He met her while attending college after a stint in the military. She had finished college the year before and was teaching school. He had courted her because of her beauty but married her for her other qualities. She was a loving and giving woman, sexy and smart and full of joy. To Scott, she looked like a ravishing runway model, tall and slim with perky breasts and a small waist. Her hips were a touch wide for modeling, but great for bearing children, and he loved her firm derriere. She wore her dark hair long, and her green eyes never failed to dazzle him. "What's the problem?" he asked while giving her a hug. He loved touching her, and whenever he could he reached for her if only to brush his hand on hers - or his lips. He loved her deeply and felt only pity for some men he knew who sought out women other than their wives for pleasure. "We're running low on white wine," she said. "I'll pop down to the liquor store and buy some more." "Would you? If possible buy some already chilled. About four bottles should do it." He gave her a quick kiss. "No problem." When Scott returned, the driveway was blocked by another car. Groaning with irritation, he drove to the rear of his property so he wouldn't need to move his car until morning. He gathered the bags containing the wine he'd purchased and climbed from the car, pushing the door closed with his hip. It didn't close completely and barely made a sound. He set the bags down to open the gate, which swung wide silently. He had oiled the hinges the day before. Strolling through the gate, he elected to leave it open, too lazy to set the bags down again, but then he felt guilty. He returned and closed the gate. Manhandling the bags again, he moved across the lawn toward the side entrance of the house and suddenly noticed movement through the foliage, and then soft sounds - sounds of passion. He smiled. A couple of partygoers were making out in the gazebo, he assumed, and debated whether to continue around the foliage and interrupt them. He decided to peek around the bushes first. If they weren't too involved, he'd move by them without comment and pretend he had not seen them. The woman was sitting astraddle the man's lap. They presented a side view, but in the dark Scott couldn't see their faces. They appeared dressed, but he was still indecisive, so he stopped and continued to watch until he could determine whether to move forward or not. The woman threw her head back and groaned softly. She groans like Claire, Scott thought and smiled remembering how much he loved his wife's groans of pleasure. Peering through the leaves, he watched the woman rotate her hips. She's fucking him, he deduced. Studying the pair carefully, Scott noticed the man had his hands up under her skirt grasping her butt cheeks as he humped up at her. The tableau started to brighten as the moon crept out from behind a cloud. Claire! Scott's heart started to race. He abruptly felt completely empty as if all the blood had suddenly been drained from his body. His knees wobbled. Setting the bags to the grass before he dropped them, he tried to suck in oxygen silently as he peered through the foliage. Josh! His neighbor and friend, Josh Whitten, was fucking his wife! He felt numb. He tried to think but was so befuddled he could do nothing except gaze at his wife as she moved, pulling his friend's cock in and out of her cunt. He couldn't see where they joined. Claire's skirt covered them. She bent and mashed her mouth to her lover, and her hips sped up. Josh helped her using his large hands to lift and pull her down over him again. Claire groaned softly and threw her head back. Scott watched as she shuddered through an orgasm, emitting sharp but still quiet sounds of pleasure. Josh grunted and pulled her tightly to him and his body jerked as he ejaculated. Ejaculated inside my wife, Scott thought. He's coming inside her! Claire collapsed on Josh's chest, and they cuddled briefly. They didn't speak, or kiss, merely held each other. "I need to get back to the party, Josh," Claire said. "Scott should be back by now. I don't want him to come looking for me." She pushed herself up off his lap, and Josh's erection bobbed in the dark, the moonlight reflecting off the bulbous head, shiny with his juices and hers. Scott noted he was large, an inch or two longer than him, he guessed, but not as thick. Claire reached to the deck of the gazebo and picked up her panties. Josh watched as she pulled them up over her gorgeous legs and let her skirt settle back around her hips. "Meet me one day this week," Josh said. "No. I don't want an affair, Josh." She strolled away without looking back. Josh leaned his head back and sighed. With an evil smile, he pulled his pants up - they were down around his thighs - and fastened his belt. Scott's so-called friend lumbered to his feet and followed Claire inside, walking with a cocky spring to his steps. In a matter of a few minutes, Scott Dillon's happy life had crashed down around him. Confused, not only because his wife had fucked another man but also because he suddenly realized he was erect, as hard as he had ever been. He sank to the grass and leaned against a tree. If anyone had told him Claire had been unfaithful or even capable of being unfaithful, he would have called the person a liar. His mouth opened and he sucked in the cold night air. His hands trembled, and his erection pushed painfully at front of his pants. The moon moved behind another cloud, and the black night surrounded him like a fog. He closed his eyes, and a tear rolled from one corner and slid silently down his cheek. Was this the first time? Or had there been other times? Other men? Scott knew she had been a bit wild before he met her. She had admitted as much over the years, but he didn't consider her capable of the betrayal he had just witnessed. Why? Why had she betrayed him? Didn't he give her all the sex she needed? Did she need more than he offered? He couldn't remember refusing her, but then she rarely initiated their lovemaking. Perhaps she no longer loved him. She couldn't love him, not if she could fuck another man. Could she? What should he do? Should he confront her? If he confronted her, would she deny or admit her infidelity? And other infidelities? With the loss of his naiveté, he realized if she could sneak out to the gazebo for a quick fuck with Josh, a man she didn't want to have an affair with, that surely there had been other times, other men. And what did he want? Did he want a divorce? Did Claire? Too many questions, questions with no answers, especially with the state of his confused and stunned mind. He wiped the tear from his cheek. For the moment, he decided to ignore what he had seen. He needed answers to many questions before he could outline a course of action. His erection had wilted, so he pushed himself to his feet and picked up the bags of wine. As he walked through the side entrance to the house, Claire turned toward him, and her eyes widened. Was she wondering if he had seen her with Josh? Now would be the time to confront her, he knew, now when she wondered if he knew her secret, but he wasn't prepared for a confrontation - not yet. He wanted some answers first. "Someone blocked the driveway," Scott said calmly and placed the wine on the counter. "Two chilled and two warm, the best I could do." Looking relieved, she smiled. "Put the warm ones in the freezer for a while, and open the cold ones." She handed him a corkscrew. He watched her rinse wine glasses as he extracted the corks. Had she washed Josh's semen from her pussy, or was it running down her legs? He groaned inwardly and felt the beginnings of another erection. He wanted to test her, wanted to run his hand up under her skirt and cup her mound. Would it be wet? Or had she washed away the evidence and put on clean, dry panties? She was accustomed to his touches, so he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her. "Happy New Year," he whispered and turned her to him and kissed her again. She melted against him during the embrace, but when he started to fondle her from the rear, she pushed him away. "Later, lover," she said lustfully and flashed a sultry smile. "Take the wine and fill the glasses for our guests drinking white wine." It was after 2:00 AM before all the guests departed, finally leaving them alone, and Claire busied herself dashing here and there picking up the clutter. Scott had watched her carefully since his return from the liquor store. She had not taken a trip to their bedroom, although she had visited the guest bath. If she had not cleaned herself and changed panties before his return, which was likely because of the timing, her pussy would be crusted with Josh's dried semen. When she bent to pick up some plates on the coffee table, he slid his hand up her leg and cupped her cunt. No panties! "Sexy," he said. "When did you take off your panties?" She straightened and blushed. "A while back. I waited too long...ah, damn, I'm embarrassed. I wet my panties just a little." He fondled her until she skipped away. "Later, help me pick up." When she walked into the kitchen, Scott moved to the guest bath. He found her panties under a towel in the linen closet. They smelled like sex. Like semen! He put them back where he had found them. An hour later, husband and wife lay side by side in their bed. "I think everyone had a good time," Claire said. "Some more than others," Scott added. Like Josh, for instance. Claire, too, to be fair. Claire chuckled. "True. Nancy drank more than she should. I watched her and Bill go into the guest bath together." She squirmed, signaling her pleasure as he caressed her smooth skin. "That's when I had my...ah, problem. They were in there for quite a while?" Nancy was Josh's wife. "Why didn't you use our bathroom?" "It was occupied, too." "Did Josh see them?" "No, I don't think so." "What about Bill's wife?" "Helen was busy with Pete." "A licentious bunch." He chuckled, a subterfuge. He wondered if he would ever be able to honestly laugh again. "What about you, Claire? Do you ever get the urge for another man?" Silence. Finally, she said, "Not really." Why did she hesitate? Had she considered a different answer? "What does 'not really' mean?" He reached and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple. "Your answer was somewhere between yes and no. I suspect the honest answer would have been yes. Am I correct?" He leaned and ran his raspy tongue over the nipple, and then pinched it again. "Yes, sort of. I've fantasized. Haven't you? Fantasized about being with another woman, I mean?" An honest answer wouldn't get him the answers he wanted, so he lied. "Yes." "Anyone in particular?" she asked and then groaned with pleasure when his fingers cupped her mound and started to explore between her swollen pussy lips. "Not really," he said, giving her some of her own medicine. "I have fantasized about you with another man, though." Another lie. "You told me you were a bit wild before we married, and I wondered...ah, if only one sex partner for seven plus years had become commonplace for you, if you wanted some variety like you had before we married, wanted the excitement of someone new, someone who could surprise and excite you more than me." "Oh, honey, no. I love you - only you. Besides, you always excite me, like now, for example. I love the way you touch me, what you're doing to me right now." Three hours ago, he would have believed her. Now images flashed like a sideshow in his mind. Click! Claire's grimace when she climaxed around Josh's hard-on. Click! The bulbous head of Josh's long cock, bobbing and shining in the moonlight when she moved off him. Click! Semen encrusted panties hidden in the guest bath. Scenes of betrayal! The images and the feel of his wife's swollen, wet pussy lips had caused his cock to lengthen again. His balls ached, he realized. Unfulfilled arousal? He wondered yet again why he had become aroused when he watched Claire fucking his so-called friend. He had felt disgustingly betrayed. The scene had kicked all the air from his lungs, but still he had become excited. Why? He rolled to his side and lifted her left leg so he could enter her. The position allowed them to talk while they fucked, a position they had used often, especially if the hour was late because it also didn't require much exertion from either of them to achieve a climax. He slipped his erection inside her. It moved into her easily. Was some of Josh's come still there paving the way? Sloppy seconds, his mind screamed, and his cock throbbed. "Tell me about one of your fantasies," he said. "Put it in context of our party tonight." Did his request make her think of Josh? "Hmm. Let's see. You left to buy more wine. I was in the kitchen and Harrison came in. I had danced with him earlier, and as we danced, he became erect. I could feel his hard-on long and hard against me. He danced me into a corner, and while gazing into my eyes, lowered his hands and slid them up under my skirt. This was after I had removed my panties. His eyes widened when he discovered my bare butt, and the feel of my satiny skin inflamed him. He groaned and reached for my pussy from behind, sliding a large finger over my cunt lips, suddenly plunging his middle finger deeply inside me." He groaned. She giggled. She had been putting him on, he knew, and wondered if any of what she said had happened, but with Josh, not Harrison. Claire didn't like Harrison. She considered him conceited, much too full of himself. He decided to push her, to see if she would take 'Harrison' to the gazebo. "What happened in the kitchen?" "The kitchen?" "Yes, you started your 'fantasy' in the kitchen." "Oh, yes, I did, didn't I? Hmm, well right after you walked out the door, he walked right up to me and wrapped his arms around me." She moaned as her husband thrust into her and quickly flashed his fingers over her clitoris. "You're making me very hot, Scott." "Good. He took you into his arms, and - what?" "Kissed me, a passionate kiss that took my breath away." "And?" "I want you, he told me, with a husky voice filled with passion, and his hands moved back under my skirt." "What did you do?" "I rubbed my hand over his long cock on top of his pants. It was throbbing, and I realized I wanted him, too." Scott groaned and stopped moving inside her to control his orgasmic urge. "Don't stop. Keep talking." "You were gone to the liquor store. An opportunity existed. I took his hand and pulled him outside through the side door. We kissed again in the dark, and his hands became more aggressive." She groaned and pushed at his hand. "Stop touching me, Scott, or I'll come." An opportunity? Had she utilized this opportunity and many other opportunities to be unfaithful? He pulled his wet fingers off her cunt and wiped them on his thigh. They were sticky. Glancing at her, he noticed her eyes were closed. Was some of the stickiness on his fingers semen, Josh's semen? He quickly brought the hand to his nose. Yes! He could detect the sour odor of old semen. He gasped and sucked in air as her betrayal knocked the wind out of him yet again. Betrayal and arousal. A strange, unfathomable dichotomy. His arousal from the event still confused him. "Go on," he said. "He took control at that point and pulled me to the gazebo. He sat on a chair without arms and undid his pants, pushing them down on his thighs. His cock bounced in the moonlight, a long hard cock with a large, angry crown. I took it into my hands and stroked it. I wanted it inside me. It was so long, and I wanted it to plunge into me, to fill me." She gasped, from reliving the event or from Scott's fingers and cock at her cunt. Scott couldn't decide. "What happened then?" "I straddled him and wiped the swollen crown through my wet pussy. God, I was excited. My cunt was drooling by then, and I settled the head of his cock at the entrance to my vagina and slowly sank down around him, savoring the feel of a strange cock in my cunt." Scott couldn't stop his climax. He tried but he swelled up inside her and his come spurted, splashing at the back of her cunt, joining Josh's semen. He groaned and imagined his sperm swimming bravely, competing with Josh's, as they searched diligently for an ovum. His fingers had returned to her clitoris, and he aggressively rubbed the nubbin as he continued to jerk with orgasmic spasms. Claire cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she panted as she ratcheted her hips, milking all the semen from his cock, milking his cock like she had milked Josh's a few hours before. When they recovered slightly, Scott said, "It's a good thing I didn't arrive back home ten minutes earlier, or I would have caught you?" Her body stiffened, and he realized she had connected his return to the time she had been back in the kitchen after fucking Josh. Of course, she couldn't be certain he knew, but it was possible, and he wanted the possibility to ferment in her mind. He wanted her confused and concerned - like him. "What do you mean?" she asked tremulously. "Your fantasy took place in the gazebo while I was at the liquor store. Remember, I had to park behind the house. If I had arrived before your fantasy finished, I would have seen you with Harrison in the gazebo as I walked to the side door." Silence. He had not let her off the hook and decided to set it. "My fantasy would have me arriving before you finished. I would have watched you fuck him, watched while peering through the foliage, not knowing at first it was you fucking another man until the moon moved from behind a cloud and brightened the scene." More silence. "The fantasy doesn't work for me, though," Scott added to soften the innuendo. "You don't even like Harrison. Now if your fantasy had been about...hmm, say Josh, or someone you admire, it would have been more believable. Regardless, I enjoyed the fantasy." The hook was set. Would she fight it, deny everything, or cave in and confess? Revelations & Resolutions "I noticed," she said dryly and turned on her side away from him. She'd do neither that night, he decided, so he cuddled against her spoon-fashioned and wrapped his arms around her. "You tell a hell of a story, Claire. I noticed the fantasy excited you, too. I thought I knew you, knew everything about you, but..." He hesitated. "But what?" "You've never admitted to such graphic fantasies before. Do you have them often?" "What about you? Do you think about me with other men often?" Just like her to answer a question with a question. "No, not often. You didn't answer my question? Have you fucked many men since we've been married? In your mind, I mean?" "A few. I have an active imagination, Scott. Do you think I'm wicked because I fantasize? I read somewhere that fantasizing is a good thing." "Where? In some woman's magazine?" "Probably. It's late, let's go to sleep." He kissed the nape of her neck. "Okay. I love you, Claire. The party was a roaring success, mostly due to your efforts." "Thank you. I love you, too." She yawned. "God, I'm tired." Scott closed his eyes and wondered if he could sleep. He felt her relax against him, and a short time later, her breathing deepened. Obviously, she had no trouble sleeping. She had fucked another man tonight, but she didn't appear to harbor much guilt over her betrayal. If this had been the first time she had been with another man, Scott believed she would have exhibited more guilt, would have had trouble falling asleep, especially with the innuendoes he had left hanging in the air, with the hook he had snagged in her jaw as if she were a swordfish taking his bait. A half-hour later, still wide-awake, he moved away from her and rolled his feet to the floor. He strode naked to the family room and poured a brandy, settling into his chair, a large, comfortable chair that Claire threatened to give to the Good Will once a year, at least. As he sipped and let the cognac warm him, he wondered how much of her fantasy was real, but with Josh, not Harrison. She had used her missing panties to heighten the fantasy, which wasn't real. Scott had watched her pull her panties on in the gazebo after she fucked Josh, so she'd been wearing them at that time. He suspected she removed them in the guest bathroom and washed herself shortly after his return, finally hiding the soiled lingerie in the towels. He did remember Claire dancing with Josh earlier, but he had not seen Josh push her into a dark corner and fondle her. Josh could have felt her up sometime during the evening before he left for the liquor store, though, and he suspected the scene in the kitchen had some validity. Certainly, her description of what happened in the gazebo rang true. He had personally witnessed part of her so-called fantasy. Then he remembered her comment about the opportunity his absence provided. He had given her innumerable opportunities over the years to be with other men, not purposefully, of course, because he never considered Claire capable of betraying him with such ease. And Josh's wife had gone into the guest bath with Bill, and Bill's wife had been busy with Pete. Had everyone but him messed around with someone else's spouse that night? Was that why Claire fucked Josh? Because everyone they knew fucked around? Everyone but him. He had admitted to fantasies about other women, but he had never wanted another woman, not even in his fantasy world, not from the day he met Claire. He loved her dearly, and they had promised to be faithful to each other in their wedding vows. He, for one, had taken his promises seriously. Obviously, Claire had not. Oh, he'd looked. Scott appreciated beautiful things - the sensuous shape of a woman's leg, the roundness of a well-formed behind. Cleavage, though in truth he preferred perky, well-proportioned breasts to the monsters raved about by many men, and most of all he appreciated the overall look of a woman, a studied, put-together look designed to attract male eyes without being sluttish - like Claire. Yes, he looked. Tears welled in his eyes again, and he felt so empty inside, so lost. What should he do? Soon, he would need to confront her and tell her he had seen her with Josh. But first he wanted to know if there had been others, other times, and other men. He needed to know the depth of her betrayal. Weary. He suddenly felt so weary he wondered if he could push himself up and go back to bed. He set the snifter of brandy on the coffee table and stood, feeling lightheaded. He made it back to the bed and fell asleep two minutes after his head hit the pillow. He had feared he would relive the scene he had witnessed over and over in his sleep, but thankfully he spent the night dreamless. * * * * * Claire roused, blinking and rubbing her eyes. They felt fuzzy, like her brain. She glanced toward Scott. He was still asleep with a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. Cute drool, not disgusting. She wanted to reach and wipe the drop of moisture away, but he needed sleep and her touch might awaken him. Her heart went out to him, and her love for him washed over her like a soft spring rain. A lock of his thick, naturally curly hair had fallen over one eye, which prompted another urge to push it back from his face, but she quelled that urge, too. She remembered her first sight of Scott, standing tall and confident and very masculine as her date for that evening introduced her to him. She had been drawn to him immediately, and before the evening ended, she had become Scott's date, not quite sure how the switch had taken place, but immensely pleased nonetheless. She took him to her bed that very night and discovered he was the best lover she had ever had. Soon they were dating each other exclusively, a first for her, though she occasionally met a past lover without Scott's knowledge until he asked her to marry him. She smiled and rolled her feet to the floor. The shower helped clear the fuzziness as she let it massage her sleep-stiffened muscles and beat on her slightly aching head. God, what a night, especially after Scott and I went to bed, she thought as she dried her body with a towel. He had wanted her to tell him a fantasy, a fantasy involving the party, and she had told him one, changing the name of her adulterous co-conspirator to protect the not so innocent. And the telling of the fantasy combined with reliving her stolen, illicit moments with Josh had excited her all over again. Then Scott had made the remark that made her wonder if he had seen her with Josh. Ten minutes, he had said. If he had arrived ten minutes earlier he would have seen her, he mentioned off hand. She remembered her heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds. Had he seen her with Josh in the gazebo? Had he peered through the foliage, like he said, and watched her fuck his friend? She shivered with dread and hoped beyond hope he had not seen them. She loved her husband, loved the life the two of them had created together, and she adored their daughter. If her sluttish dalliance with Josh ruined her marriage... She berated herself, cursed herself for being such a damned fool. Why had she allowed things to go so far with Josh? She couldn't even blame what happened on booze. She had been the hostess and, accordingly, had been careful about her alcohol intake. She grimaced. Josh had not been as circumspect about the number of drinks he had tossed down, and with alcohol-dampened inhibitions, he had put on a full-court press, fondling her while she danced with him, pushing her into a dark corner and kissing her. His hands had been aggressive, too. With fewer drinks inside him, he would have backed off when she pushed his hands away the first time. She had always been able to handle him before, but he had persisted, pushing her panties to the side and sliding a finger into her cunt. The memory made her shiver with pleasure, and she felt an awakening twinge of arousal. God, he was nasty. He shoved his finger inside her as deep as it would go, and she let him thrust it into her a few times before she pushed him away. Then later, he had grabbed her in the kitchen... She shook away the memories as she reflected on Scott's question last night. He had asked if she sometimes wanted a different man for variety's sake? Or, merely for the excitement of a new experience? If she had been honest, she would have answered his question with a resounding yes. Claire didn't equate love and sex. She had always enjoyed sex, had enjoyed sex with a variety of men, but had only loved one man in her life - her husband. Still, when Josh had kissed her in the kitchen after Scott left for the store, she had grasped his hard-on and fondled its length over his trousers. It felt so long, longer than Scott's, and all at once she wanted to feel it inside her, feel it inside like she felt his finger jammed fully inside her cunt earlier. As she told Scott, she had the opportunity and she took it. Now she wished she'd been more prudent. In her passion-fogged mind, she saw no downside. Scott would be gone for a while, and no one had seen them in the kitchen, or for that matter, in the dark corner of the living room. But if by chance, someone had observed them, no one would spread the word. Claire had not been the only person to misbehave last night. She had no doubt Nancy had fucked Bill in the guest bath. And Bill's wife was in the master bedroom with Pete, the reason she couldn't use the master bath to clean Josh's semen from her pussy when she returned to the house. Pete's wife...she didn't know what Pete's wife was doing, or with whom, or where, but Claire knew she wasn't above fooling around. Last year, she had disappeared with... Claire couldn't remember, but she had disappeared with someone. The entire episode with Josh had been exciting - quick, unplanned, illicit, and nasty, which made it exciting. No harm, no foul, at least as long as Scott remained ignorant of the event. She knew she was making excuses, rationalizing what had happened, trying to make her adulterous, slutty behavior acceptable, at least to herself. She put on a robe and padded to the kitchen. "Coffee," she muttered. "I need coffee." While the coffee perked, she straightened the remains of the mess from the previous night. She liked a tidy kitchen and a clean house, and took pride in her homemaking abilities. Sometimes you are such a slut, she told herself with a sly smile as she wiped the table with a damp cloth. Last night had not been the first time she'd been unfaithful, and shaking her head, she realized it probably wouldn't be the last. And it wasn't because she didn't enjoy sex with Scott. In truth, he was the best lover she had ever been with, and she had been with a lot of men. She had told Scott she'd been a bit wild, but "a bit" stretched the truth a bit, she thought with a quiet chuckle. When she started fucking at the ripe age of fourteen, she found a pastime truly worthy of pursuit. She didn't know how many men she had been with before she met Scott. She wasn't the type to keep score, but in some circles she had been considered an easy lay. She chuckled. Why not? She had been easy. She liked to fuck. And Scott had been the best; she would not have married him otherwise. But Scott was such a straight arrow, naïve actually. She knew he equated sex and love and would consider her adulterous behavior last night a betrayal. But in her mind, she had not betrayed him. She had merely been true to her nature. She had felt Josh's long cock over his trousers and had wanted to feel it inside her, so she had dragged him outside to the gazebo and fucked him, and afterwards she had been as deeply in love with Scott as she had been before the adulterous event, more in love with him actually. Being with Josh made her appreciate Scott that much more. She poured fresh-brewed coffee into a cup, added cream and sugar, and let the aroma waft under her nose. She sipped and sighed. Turning to a sound, she watched Scott lumber into the kitchen. "Pour me a cup, too, please," he said. She loved his look. Tall and assured - four inches taller than her five nine. A thick hairless check with well-defined musculature, and dark, very intense liquid eyes she never tired of gazing into or feeling them inspect her, which they did frequently. This morning his dark, curly hair was wet, like hers, and plastered tightly to his head. He must have roused shortly after she showered. He looked...sad, sort of, definitely not happy. Usually he arrived in the kitchen each morning with a wide smile and a quick kiss for her, ready to attack the day. Not this morning. Yes, she thought yet again. He saw me with Josh last night. What should I do? Should I confess and ask for his forgiveness, promise to never stray again? She set a cup of coffee in front of him, black like he liked it, and sat across the table as they both sipped their morning coffee with their own thoughts. The silence stretched out for about a minute, and silence was so out of character for Scott. He couldn't stand silence. He had to fill the blank spaces. He glanced guiltily at her over the rim of his cup. Why? He didn't have anything to feel guilty about. Or did he? Damn him! He did have something to feel guilty about. He had seen her with Josh, and the sight had excited him. He had admitted to having fantasies about her with other men, and as she related the part fantasy, part true story last night, he had become excited all over again, like she had as she relived the illicit event. Yes, he had seen her with Josh. "I'm sorry," she said simply. "Do you love him?" "No, not at all. I'm in love with you, Scott." "Why then? Can you please explain how you could betray me like you did if you love me? I'm confused, Claire. I feel all empty inside, and so damned sad I could cry." Claire watched as tears welled in his eyes, which wrenched her heart. She had hurt him deeply, she could see, and didn't now how to take his pain away, pain she had caused. "I don't know if can explain, Scott. It just happened, like in the fantasy I told you about last night." "I heard you tell Josh you didn't want an affair. Was last night the first time?" She understood his question. She could no longer play to his naiveté. He had lost his innocence last night when he watched her fuck his friend. "With Josh, yes," she said. No more secrets. Secrets undermined and destroyed. She'd tell him everything. "Then there have been others?" "Yes." "How many?" "Not many. I've never had an affair, Scott." Scott might consider the "not many" a lie, but her comment about not having an affair was true. An affair would have been messy. Besides, she had not loved any of the men she had been with over the years since her wedding day. She had enjoyed the illicit sex, the quick, exciting unplanned liaisons. She had rutted like a bitch in heat, and then walked away, always returning to the man she loved, the man sitting across the table from her. He angrily brushed the heel of his hand across his eyes, wiping away his tears. "Define an affair," he demanded. "Being with a man a number of times over a period of time. An affair would have required some deep affection for the man on my part, at the very least, if not some love. I've only loved one man in my life, Scott. You. I could never have an affair with another man." "But you can fuck another man." "Yes." "You won't have an affair, but you'll take advantage of a quick, unplanned fuck, if an 'opportunity' arises?" His bitter words stung her, and she winced as if he had struck her. When she refused to answer his question, he shook his head with disgust. She could see he was not only confused and hurt but also now he felt angry and revolted. "I'm really sorry, Scott. What I did was wrong. It was wrong because I knew you would consider what I did as a betrayal of our love." His eyes widened. "And you don't?" he asked utterly amazed. "No. I don't equate love and sex like you. Last night, Josh excited me. He wanted me, and... Let me just say, I ended up wanting him, too. I didn't plan what happened. It was quick and nasty and exciting, and it was a one-time, never-to-be-repeated event. I didn't love you less afterwards. Like experiences in the past didn't change how I felt about you, either. In fact, some of them made me love you more. You are the best lover I've ever had, Scott, and whether you believe me or not, I love you as deeply as you love me, or rather the way you loved me before you saw me with Josh." He shook his head. "I don't understand." She remembered he felt guilty, too. It was time play to his guilt, a manipulative move, she knew, but she needed to turn the conversation away from her behavior. "Last night when I told you my fantasy, which you knew at the time was more a confession than a fantasy, you became excited. You relived the event like I did while I told you about it, didn't you?" He looked sheepish and nodded. "When you saw me with Josh in the gazebo, did you get a hard-on?" Another nod. "Which confused me," he added. "Why didn't you confront me immediately? You could have caught me with my panties down and off and in the act, so to speak." "I don't know. When the moon came out from behind a cloud and I recognized you, it was as if someone had kicked all the wind out of me. I was stunned. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had to set the bags with the wine on the grass or I would have dropped them. I stood weak-kneed and wobbly and watched you fuck him and listened to your groans of pleasure, sounds I believed only I had heard for the last seven years. I watched as you experienced an orgasm, and watched as he climaxed inside you. I watched you move off him and put your panties back on. I heard him ask you to meet him this week and listened to you tell him you didn't want an affair, and then you left him. I watched him pull up his pants and follow you inside, and then I fell to the grass, and a cloud covered the moon again, and I wept in the pitch black of the night. That's when I noticed I had an erection, which confused me. I didn't confront you then or later, because I believed you no longer loved me. How could you love me and fuck another man so cavalierly, I asked myself. And because you had been so casual about fucking Josh, I believed you had been unfaithful before with other men. I had too many questions, and I wanted answers before I could confront you, before I could outline a course of action." "Have you outlined your course of action?" He shook his head. "I have some answers now, but I'm still befuddled. I love you. I watched you fuck another man, a so-called friend of mine, but I still love you. I don't think it's possible to turn love off in an instant, not honest love, but I don't like you this morning as much as I did yesterday morning, Claire." She felt tears smart her eyes. He was not only the love of her life, he was also her best friend, and now because of her sluttish behavior, he didn't like her anymore. She jumped up and rushed from the room. She didn't want him to see her cry. She feared he would not take her in his arms and comfort her as he had in the past, and she couldn't bear the thought of weeping in the same room with him without his arms around her. * * * * * Claire's revelations stunned him. Scott sat and stared off into the distance, seeing nothing except prurient images of his loving wife fucking other men, faceless men right now, except for Josh. His mind roamed over the past. He tried to remember situations that would have given her an opportunity for a quick, nasty and exciting fuck, a one-time, never-to-be-repeated fuck, as she put it, but the past was rife with opportunities, too many for him to select any one circumstance with the slightest degree of accuracy. If his marriage continued, and at that point he seriously doubted he could keep it together, he knew she would have to tell him everything - in detail, at least with the detail she had expressed in her "fantasy" last night. He couldn't spend the rest of his life imagining her with other men engaged in quick, nasty fucks. Whether his imagination would exaggerate or fall short would not matter. Unless he knew everything, he wouldn't be able to keep their marriage together. Revelations & Resolutions He sipped his coffee and looked down. He had another erection. It poked up at the sweats he wore, and it throbbed. Why? How could he detest the thought of Claire with another man so vehemently but still be excited about the situation at the same time? He sighed with exasperation when he realized his libido continued to betray him as much as Claire's infidelities. He still felt weary, but he needed to do something, something to take his mind off the pornographic images that kept flashing into his thoughts. He jogged some mornings. Perhaps exercise would clear his mind. He hesitated. Claire had rushed away in tears. Should he go to her? No, at that moment he would only make her cry again. They needed to somehow control their emotions, both of them, and talk, tell each other about how they felt about everything. She had to listen to him, and he would listen to her, and maybe somehow they could fashion a solution to the problem together, create a course of action they could both live with. She still loved him, she professed, and curiously, he believed her. He knew he still loved her, would love her regardless of what course their marriage would take. He pushed himself to his feet and walked out the front door. He started slow, but the damned images continued, so he picked up the pace, forced his mind to hear only the sound of his shoes slapping the sidewalk, forced his mind to see the barren trees and clear blue sky, forced his mind to feel only the roaring in his ears and the cold, crisp air pumping in and out of his lungs. And finally the images went away. Claire didn't equate love and sex, she had told him - another revelation. He wasn't certain what that meant, but she believed she could be unfaithful and still love only him. They looked at the world around them differently. His world, he knew, was the more normal, standard view of things, but Scott was wise enough to realize other viewpoints had validity. The question in his mind was whether he could live with the knowledge of her infidelities, both from the past as well as those in the future, because he also realized she would probably avail herself of a future "opportunity". He returned a half-hour later and found her back in the kitchen nursing another cup of coffee. She had dressed and dried and brushed her hair and put on some makeup, and except for slightly swollen, red eyes, she looked so lovely his heart went out to her. She seemed happy to see him. Had his absence frightened her? Had she feared he had left her? No, she knew him better than that. She knew he would need to talk their problem through before deciding what they would do about everything. She smiled and jumped up as he plopped sweaty and out-of-breath on a stool by the kitchen counter. "I have fresh-squeezed orange juice," she said and without asking poured him a large glass from a pitcher. "Another cup of coffee?" "Yes. I took a run." He reached for a dishtowel lying on the counter and wiped his face. "I noticed." She handed him the juice and poured him another cup of coffee. She sat back at the kitchen table. "Scott, you said you didn't like me anymore but you still loved me..." "No, I said I didn't like you as much as I did. I still like you. You are still my best friend, Claire." Which was true - a best friend who had betrayed his trust. Her face softened and she looked relieved. She patted the table to her right. "Sit here next to me, Scott. We need to talk." "I'm sweaty. I should probably take another shower." She smiled. "I like you sweaty. I like the way you smell right now. It reminds me of your odors after we make love sometimes. Come here - next to me, please." He shrugged and moved the coffee and juice to the table. After he settled in the chair, she took his hand in hers. "I love you, Scott, more than you can imagine. I don't want our marriage to end. I love you and little Katy. The two of you are my life. I fucked up, I admit, big time. I let my nature rule my actions, and I'm very, very sorry. I hurt you badly, I know, and I hope someday you can forgive me. I promise I will never be with another man again. I sincerely and honestly promise I will never be unfaithful to you again." She had used similar words in their marriage vows, but... "I wish it were that simple, Claire. I truly do, but even if you keep your promise, other problems must be dealt with. You mentioned one of them - your nature. Sometime in the future another opportunity to be with another man will develop, an opportunity where I would never find out, even from a third party, that you had been unfaithful again. I've lost my naiveté, Claire, and my trust." "I know," she said and her enthusiastic expression turned lackadaisical. Her entreaty and promises had failed. "And I can't just forget about the past," Scott continued. "After you rushed away in tears, I sat here at this table, and images of you with other men - faceless men, except for Josh - flashed through my mind. I can't live without knowing everything, every detail, Claire. My imagination is as active as yours. I would spend the rest of my life creating lurid scenes of you with other men. I'd invent circumstances that never happened, and over time, the images would eat at my love for you and eventually destroy the strong, positive feelings I have for you." Her eyes widened. "Surely you don't want to hear every lurid detail of my past flings?" "Yes I do. I need to know everything, Claire, and you can't leave anything out, and you can't sugarcoat anything to try to minimize the impact. If you want our marriage to continue, I'll need to know everything. Once I know everything and can put my imagination to rest, I believe I can experience a catharsis and fold you back into my arms again. Without such a catharsis, we're finished." Fear struck her eyes. "Can you handle the details, Scott?" she asked anxiously. "I don't know. If I can't our marriage will end. This is the only chance we have, Claire. I'm sorry. I wish it were otherwise." She sat considering his request. She shook her head and started to speak, but then clamped her mouth shut. Finally, she said, "Okay. I'll tell you everything, every detail, but I have a few conditions, too." "Such as?" "You must promise not to leave me until I've told you everything." "Granted." "And I want some time to tell all - say a month, maybe two." "All right." "And I want you inside me when I tell you about each event." "I understood the first two conditions, but not this one." "You mentioned my nature, Scott. You, too, have a peculiarly instinct. You become excited when you think of me or see me with another man. I don't understand this part of you any more than you understand my need for a different man from time to time." She smiled. "Besides, telling all will be painful for me, and I'd rather have you excited and inside me than sitting across a table from me gazing at me with a shocked, accusing expression." He considered her comments. She was correct. Like her, he didn't understand why he became aroused when he thought of her with someone else, but he did. He couldn't deny his nature any more than Claire could deny hers. He nodded. "Okay, I accept your conditions. About this time frame of yours, do I have the right to request a session?" "Yes, but I also reserve the right to deny the request. There will be times, Scott, when I just won't be in the mood to tell all." "I understand because there will be times I just won't want to listen. Katy will be with your parents until this evening. May we get started this morning?" "Of course." "And I have another request. Will you please tell me the events in chronological order?" She scrunched up her face. "I'll try, but won't promise." "Fair enough, but this morning I want to know about the first time." She nodded and pushed herself to her feet. Holding out her hand for his, she said, "Let's get started." * * * * * He had insisted on a shower before they began. She reclined on the bed naked, waiting for him and feeling anxious, but curiously aroused, too. This might work, she thought. If she told him everything... But could she tell him everything? A couple of times, even she had wished she had denied her nature and had detested her sluttish behavior afterwards. That's why she had refused his request to tell everything in chronological order. She could tell him about the first time. It had been fun and nasty and exciting, but the second time... She'd skip the second time for a while. She heard the shower suddenly go silent. He would join her soon, would slide his wonderful cock inside her and listen to her first bona-fide confession. She touched herself, spread the lips of her pussy and lightly brushed her fingers over her labia. She masturbated frequently and wondered if Scott still masturbated. With the current open sexual climate between them, she could ask him, she knew. Perhaps they could masturbate together. She had played with herself for other men in her past, and watching a man stroke his own cock until he spurted his juices into the air excited her. Her pussy was damp, but not wet, but her clitoris had peeked out slightly from behind its hood. With a wet finger, she rubbed it tenderly, and her eyes rolled back in her head. "That's sexy," Scott said. Her eyes snapped open, and she guiltily jerked her fingers away from her cunt, like a child caught in some wrongdoing. Then the humor of situation struck her, and she laughed. She had no reason to feel guilty about touching herself while she waited for her husband to join her in bed. Christ, in a few minutes she would inform him about the first time she had fucked another man after they had married. Besides, he had just informed her he considered her fingers busy on her cunt sexy. Reaching again, she spread the lips of her cunt and watched him as he gazed at it, watched as his lovely cock lengthened to half-hard when she shoved a finger inside as far as it would go. "Do you still masturbate, Scott?" "Yes, once in a while." He chuckled self-consciously. "Old habits die hard." Her smile widened. "Tell me about it! My old habits have caused the mess we're in. Come here," she patted the bed next to her. "I want to watch you play with yourself. I'll start my first confession, and we'll masturbate together until you get the urge and put your cock inside me. Okay?" He rolled onto the bed, but instead of facing her head to head, he lay on his side with his head toward the foot of the bed. "I can watch you finger fuck yourself better this way. Do you mind?" he asked as his hand wrapped his now hard cock. "Not at all." Her fingers dipped inside her pussy and extracted some of her natural lubricant. She spread the moisture over her pussy lips and clitoris. "I remained faithful for about a year, Scott. I tried, I really tried to be faithful, and I passed up a number of opportunities until...damn, this is more difficult than I thought it would be." When his eyes moved away from her cunt to her face, she said, "Come up here and put your cock in me. I need the connection to continue." He slipped into their talk-and-fuck position, and with some short, stabbing thrusts was finally fully inside her. His fingers replace hers at her clitoris. "Until?" he inquired. "Until the washing machine went caput. You told me to call a repairman, which I did, and when I opened the door to him, I couldn't believe the male specimen standing before me. He was about six four or five with wide shoulders and a deep chest - and young, in his late teens, I guessed, certainly not more than twenty. Blond hair and deep blue eyes. Handsome, but not too pretty - very masculine. Later that morning I deduced he was dumber than a post, but his mind didn't attract me, only his body. Knowing myself like I did, I took him to the washing machine in the utility room and left him to his task, purposefully putting some distance between us. It didn't take him long to discover the problem, and he stepped into the kitchen where I was seated with a cup of coffee. He informed me it would be cheaper to buy a new washing machine than repair the one we had. I asked if his company sold washing machines, and he told me they did and hurried outside to his truck for some brochures. Sitting next to each other at the table, we discussed the pros and cons of various machines, and our hands accidentally touched - knees, too. I knew by the way he looked at me he wanted me. And God help me, I wanted him. It had been a year, no longer, a year and a half, at least, since my last quick, nasty fuck. The air was thick in the kitchen, thick with lust. It emanated from both of us. He was talking about some damned washing machine when he locked his eyes on mine and suddenly went silent. He reached and caressed my cheek with his huge hand, and I melted. I caved in, Scott. All my promises to you and myself fled as if they'd never been uttered. Without knowing how it came to be, I found myself straddling his lap with his hands boldly roaming over my body while I plunged my tongue into his mouth and ran my fingers through his thick hair. And he was hard, God, he was hard. I felt his cock poking at me, and I grasped it in my hand over his trousers while moaning into his mouth." "Jesus," Scott muttered. "My imagination would have never invented such a scene." "Does it make you hot?" "God, yes." "Me, too." "Go on." "Are you sure? It gets pretty lurid, Scott." Not for the fist time, she wondered if his demand for details had not arisen out of a need for catharsis, but rather a prurient need on his part to relive each event. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, and his fingers had pushed the hood completely up off her clitoris. She was soaking wet and very excited. Could she finish the confession before one of them climaxed? "Continue," he growled. "I was wearing a t-shirt, no bra, and he pushed it up and off and fastened his mouth on my tits. He had a large mouth. God, everything about him was large, including his hard cock. I had to see it, had to feel in my hands, inside me, maybe even in my mouth." Scott groaned and stopped moving inside her. "I jumped up off him and quickly unfastened his jeans. His cock was long and thick, as long as Josh's and as thick as yours. I stripped and straddled him again. He mauled my tits with his hands and mouth as I stroked his cock, and then I raised my hips and rolled the crown of his cock through my wet cunt. I was so hot by then, Scott. I could think of nothing but feeling that cock inside me. I didn't consider how you would feel or what my sluttish behavior would do to our marriage. At that moment, I considered nothing but my need for a quick, nasty fuck with this relative stranger. I settled down around his cock and whimpered as he rotated his hips up at me and sank the monster about halfway inside me. His youth and inexperience betrayed him then when he suddenly climaxed. He groaned mightily and grabbed my hips, jamming my cunt forcefully down over his ejaculating cock until I took him fully inside me. Surprisingly, I climaxed, too. As his semen spurted inside me, my cunt started to quiver, and then went into a full flutter when deeply inside me the wondrous sensations of an orgasm built and spread until it blossomed. No the orgasm didn't blossom, it literally exploded, and then washed over me finally relieving all the sexual tension that had been building since the repairman had arrived at our door." Scott grunted, and Claire felt his cock expand inside her, felt his semen rush through the large vein at the base of his cock and explode inside her like the repairman's semen six years before, and like then, her orgasm overwhelmed her, exploded around her and spread to every part of her body, consuming her, taking away her other senses until she could only feel the sweet blissful sensations produced by an orgasm. When her body lost it's rigidity and she collapsed, weak and limp, back to the bed, she expected to feel relief. Instead she felt tears sting her eyes. Would Scott still love her? Or would he condemn her as a slut? Oh, the confession excited him. Of that, she had no doubts, but she also knew he maintained his feelings of arousal and betrayal separate and apart. "Did you fuck him again?" "That day, yes. I never saw him or spoke to him again after he left our house, though." "How many times did you fuck him?" "I honestly don't remember, Scott. He was young and his recovery time was astonishing." "Did you suck him off?" "Yes." "Did he eat you?" "Yes, though he wasn't very adept. I think I was the first woman he ever went down on. His youth and inexperience was part of the fun, Scott. He didn't try to play a part, play like he was a super stud. He was inexperienced and knew it and was grateful and attentive whenever I suggested anything. As impromptu fucks go, he was one of the best." "Did you take him to our bed?" "No, we stayed in the kitchen. One of the things I like about a quick, unplanned fuck is the spontaneity of it. Somehow a bed doesn't smack of spontaneity." Scott chuckled sardonically. "I see what you mean." She felt his cock soften and slip out of her cunt, felt his semen combined with her juices run out or her and down over the cheeks of her ass onto the bed. "Do you still love me?" she asked timidly, almost afraid to hear his answer. "Yes." Relief washed over her. One down. How many to go? She honestly couldn't remember. She knew she still planned to skip the second time she had been unfaithful. * * * * * Scott and Claire had dressed and were eating lunch when Scott asked, "Did you have a similar experience with any other repairman?" She looked at him over the rim of her wine glass. "Yes, one other, a handyman I hired to take care of a long list of honey-do's you had ignored for quite a while." "Think carefully. Your answer is important. Are you sure you've only been with two workmen entering our home?" She considered his question for a few seconds. "Yes. Only Mr. Washing Machine and Mr. Handyman. That's all." "Were there any unusual differences between the handyman and the first one?" "A few. He was older, in his late-thirties, I'd guess, so his recovery time didn't allow a repeat performance the same day like with the washing-machine repairman. From beginning to end the event didn't take more than a half hour. It was quick and nasty and hot, but not as satisfying as the episode with Mr. Washing Machine. I paid Mr. Handyman an honest wage for the repairs he made - excluding the time we spent together - pushed him out the door and never saw him again. He called once, but I gave him the cold shoulder and never spoke with him again. Like with Mr. Washing Machine, I don't remember his name. That's why I refer to them as I do." "When did this happen?" She considered his question. "I'm not sure, but I'd guess it was about five years ago." He sighed, struggled with his decision, and finally stated, "You won't need to relate the details about you and the handyman beyond what you just told me." Claire chuckled. "Getting bored already?" "The entertainment factor of your revelations isn't the reason I need to hear them, Claire. I need to know everything for two reasons. One, to control my vivid imagination, and two, to bring about a catharsis so we can get on with the rest of our lives, whatever form that will take. I know you've only been with two repairmen and essentially know the details of the events. Now I won't need to imagine you with every workingman who came into our house over the years." "Oh, I see." She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed. "Maybe we can take a similar approach with some of the others. I'd like to get this over with as quickly as you, maybe more so." Revelations Ch. 01 REVELATIONS - Cold Morn " Your embrace will bring forth my lust for you and when you realize I have what I wanted, you will seize to believe in what true love really is or in what power lies beside this gravestone we worship with our minds" "Marchand, stop speaking in tongues. I cannot understand a word you are saying. It's like you're preaching to the dead guy. He didn't mean this much to you when he was alive. But why now? Why must you pay your gratitude to a gravestone when the corpse despised you?" "This is my father! And although I hated him with a passion, now that he's dead there is not a single trace of hate inside me and I to despise him for ridding my emotions. MY WILL TO LIVE HAS ENDED! NOW, IN THIS PLACE I SHALL BID GOODBYE TO ALL WHAT IS TRUE AND ALL WHAT IS FALSE. I BID ADIEU TO SAINTS OF THIS ROTTEN KINGDOM AND I SHALL FIND MY LIFE SOMEWHERE ELSE! WITH SOMEONE TO TRUST. BEHOLD! COME FORTH MY FATHER AND RID ME OF MY STAY. BANISH ME FROM YOUR KINGDOM AND LET ME LIVE WITH THE ANGER YOU PUT ON MY HEAD!" "Marchand ... you are really creeping me out. You are speaking like a friar but your pheromones are active. You lost Marchand, face it." "I haven't lost till I say so Puget. I will depart this place; you shall join me." "I shall do no such thing. I have a family who loves me". "Then what am i? Am I not your family? Do I not love you like a brother?" "You do". "Then let us depart." Strolling away, I could feel the anger building around Marchand. His hair glistened in the ashtray clouds, crimson red eyes that reflected his surroundings, polished silver fangs; enticing me to my wholesome predator and his silhouette: long, thin and opaque. He gave me his hand and I held it all the way to the end of the boulevard. A portal was waiting for us. Marchand's father had heard his malevolent cries. I didn't know where I was going but Marchand seemed to know every step and every trace of his surroundings. It was like he's been here before. But where is here. The skies are blue with white clouds, the streets are paved with stones and tarmac. There are things walking, some running and some riding. Their faces covered in what seemed like rubber. Some had dark rubber and some had light. The alley we stood in was covered with dead flowers and the light never seemed to shine. "Marchand, where have you brought me?" "I don't know yet. But it seems like a good place for a new beginning. Don't you think?" "No". "Well you're opinion doesn't matter. Here, change into this." Marchand handed me a blank card. He had one of his own and I watched him tear the plastic covering off it. I did the same and as I touched the card, it captured and took over my body. I looked at Marchand. He looked like one of them. A pale rubber faced thing. He looked younger than 170 winters. His shattered cloak and knuckled boots were missing. Instead, he was now covered in what I couldn't describe. "What are you wearing Marchand? You look horrid" "They are called clothes" "They are called horrid" "Thank you, but you look worse Jade" "Who's Jade?" "You are. From now on, as we remain in this place, I'll be known as Davey, you'll be known as Jade" "No." "Yes. Do you want these beings to discover us? We are vampires. Therefore we are hunted by their kind. Follow my instructions Jade. It will serve you well." "Stop calling me that name." "Stop being a baby about it" "What the hell is a baby?" "I can't explain now, you'll read it later. Let's get some food" For a moment I knew Marchand had gone insane. He was definitely speaking tongues. Clothes? baby? Jade? "Their kind"? I will never live down agreeing to follow him to this. "Hurry up, we haven't got all day." "What's a day? "If you hurry up, you'll find out now come on." Marchand led me to a big monument that had the word "LIBRARY" written in bold stone-carved letters. They were walking in and out of this monument and they were carrying paper folded in pages and some were happy and some were sad. "Where are we Marchand?" "Marchand answer me" "Where are we?" Then I realised he didn't answer to Marchand. Only to that name. "Where are we Davey?" "It's called a library, can't you read?" "I'm not as smart as you, especially about this topic" "Well you are older than me by 30 winters; you should have done your research" "There was nothing to research over. The Bi won't open so such feeble work." "Stop speaking like that." "Like what?" "Like we are back in Harlem. Here we speak like humans. Plain English, not new modern." "Humans?" "Follow me" Marchand led me through the library. He was right. These beings had a weak mind. The layout was intriguing, rows upon rows of books. Shelves, Cases and Furniture was to be seen everywhere. Writing was up high on the ceilings and a loud voice seemed to come through speakers. I took time to study my surroundings. Take everything in, but the more I studied, the less aware of what was around me and all I wanted to do was carry on. "Davey, what do we do now. I've read every book in this place" "Move on to the DVDs and videos. Listen to all the CDs and Cassettes. Read all the newspapers and magazines. Until you have knowledge about this world and everything in it." "Ok." I couldn't really argue. I knew Davey meant what he said and after reading all those books, it made sense. Earth was different to Harlem. A lot Different. They had people, we had souls. They had transport, we had magic. They had blood, we needed blood. And then, I knew what our purpose was. To find our own partners. Marchand, you fool. I'm not giving you up that easily especially to a human. Revelations Ch. 02 REVELATIONS : Bitter Indulgence "Can I have two McChicken Sandwich meals please?" "What drink would you like with that sir?" "Can I Have a Coke and what would you like Jade?" I could hear the snickers that came from behind the counter. Jade? What a name did he pick for me? Marchand you sly git. I shall get you back." "I'll have the same please hunny." I shot a smile at Marchand and I could see his face go red. I turned away and giggled. "No need to be embarrassed sweetie, just because we're a homosexual couple doesn't mean I can't call you hunny in public. Does it? I turned and faced the girl who was receiving our order. I tried to read her badge but my eyes were clouded by the eyes of this being I was trapped in. I squinted and made out the word "Sandy", what kind of name is that? And she dares laugh at mine? "No it doesn't sir" she snickered a bit more. Marchand looked furious. Revenge is the sweetest medicine. "Thank you Sandy." "No, thank you Jade". We sat down at the table closet to the window. Marchand handed me my meal and took his. He begun scuffing his face and every once in a while he looked to see if I was okay. "Jade, you're not eating" "I'm not eating this solid garbage. I require blood" "Well if you don't eat you'll be hungry" "I'll just suck some blood from you" "You can't" "What do you mean? I can whenever I want." "You can't because in this world if our kind dares take the blood from a human, we will perish. Unless the human has shared his body with us. And besides, we haven't got our fangs anymore." "Really?" "Yea or they could report you and have the government use us like guinea pigs and test us senseless. Which do you prefer?" "Neither." "Then stay off my blood." I didn't reply as Marchand kept eating. I watched him eat and with every second I thought I was going to be sick. I traced my finger on the napkin patterns till he finished. "You just ate a cow's heart." "No, I just ate a McChicken Sandwich. Emphasize on the Chicken." "McDonalds make their burgers especially douche. You sick killer. Go murder a fox whilst you're at it. You sicken me." I stood up and headed for the door. I heard Marchand's sigh and I knew he wasn't going to follow me. I didn't know where to go but I kept walking. I followed the street lamps and managed to arrive back at the alley. As I sat down, I heard footsteps from the street. They got slower and steadier as they got closer to me. The shadow of a tall man clouded the entrance of the alley and I slowly moved backwards. In his hand was what seemed to be a knife or a dagger? I wasn't quite sure. I couldn't see with these eyes. It was almost as if I was blinded by my own self. I could feel the sweat trace down my back and I knew I was going to die. "You scared little fuck" The voice was familiar. I was shaking so much I could barely hear but that voice was familiar. I dared to open my eyes and I saw Marchand standing on top of me with a plastic knife that came with his meal. "I wasn't scared" "You so were. I could hear you think asshole." "Stop insulting me" "Stop running away from me. You thought I couldn't sense you Jade? I still have the necklace so I have you beat." "Give me back my necklace! I gave that to the one I loved and trusted. You are a beast. A psycho killer and freak. Give it back! I could never love you." "I'm not asking you to. I don't want you to. I'm not gay" "Neither am I." "It's hard to believe Jade" "Don't call me that." "Alright then. Jay" "That's better" "Ok Jay...de" "I hate you" "I know" He always finds a way to aggravate me. All the time i just want to slam his head in and kill him. It's impossible to kill Marchand. People have tried, but they die before even attempting to plan against Marchand death. He's a crazy guy, with crazy powers. Man, he's just like his old guy. "I want you Jade" "...What!?" "Let's do it. Let's make love. Let me make you my Prince of Harlem" "Why me? Am I not the one you hate?" "Why would I bring hate upon such a beauty? "If that is what you say then lets do it." I moved in to touch Marchand. His aura seemed to be pulling me. His allure turning my senses into wild beasts. His pheromones wanting me. I wanted him to. Him and his body. All to myself. I held his waist and he stood still. I turned my head to receive his lips but I was blocked by a finger. "I'm not gay Jade. The last thing I would want is your touch. And you say I sicken you? Look at yourself. You're pathetic." "You offered" "You agreed" "You lied" "You believed" "I hate you" "I know" Revelations Ch. 02 A very special thanks to Frontma for making this submission a better read. * Midday saw Victor turning his SUV off the dirt road and moving along a faintly visible path that would lead him to their secluded cabin in the woods. The hustle bustle of the city had long been left behind. The lake was just a half an hour walk thru the path in the woods from their cabin and Victor planned to walk down at the earliest. But first he unloaded the provisions he had purchased on the way at a gas station. During the next couple of days he planned to clean up the place before winter set in. And hopefully he would also have some of the answers he was searching for. An hour later, Victor found himself purposefully walking along the forest path. The air was crisp and cool and the sun was up in the sky, playing hide and seek amongst the few clouds that could be seen scattered here and there. His long strides continued to bring him closer to the lake although his mind was far far away. Back in Dallas, Harry also had a cabin in the woods. The images of Harry fucking his wife in the cabin were playing again and again in his mind. They had fucked under the open blue sky without a care or worry. The CD had shown the two rushing out naked, laughing and giggling like two teenagers. Harry was trying to grab his wife's naked ass from behind and she was playfully trying to resist him. He had watched his wife's boobs jiggle and joggle in fascination. She had trimmed her bush and it looked sexy. Even in the clip her arousal could be discerned by the protuberance of her pink inner lips. They had then settled down on the double sleeping bag spread on the ground. His wife rested her head on Harry's thigh and the two drank wine from the glass being held by him. His cock was jutting straight out and almost poking his wife in her face. As far as he could make out from the images, they were talking, laughing and in general behaving like a husband and wife. His wife would every now and then grab her lover's erect cock and playfully shake it. Then Harry put down the empty glass and lay on his back with his cock standing straight up. His wife had then proceeded to mount him and rode him cowboy style. Victor had closely watched her face and saw that her expressions showed her to be completely enjoying the intimacy. There had been a newspaper lying face open and Victor recognised the dateline. It was a weekend during when he had been in Houston getting the hang of his new responsibilities. He remembered Vanessa telling him that she might go to one of her friends place. How knave of him to have assumed that the friend in question would naturally be a woman. The CD had gone on and on, showing them having sex in different positions. When Harry's pee wee would tire out, they would take a break and share a glass or two and then start fucking again. The final shots showed them drunk and passed out under the open sky, their bodies intertwined with each other. One thing could be definitely said in favour of Harry was that he loved fucking another man's wife. He was almost insatiable. That brought him back to the question whose answer continued to elude him. Was his marriage over? Or should he forgive his wife's adultery and see if they had some kind of a future together? After all they have been married for almost thirty years and anyone can make a bad choice or decision. When he looked back in the past he really couldn't say he was ever unhappy with his marriage. Like all couples, they too had their ups and downs, but that was to be always expected when two people begin living under the same roof. Marriages' may be made in Heavens but it was the responsibility of the mortal Earthlings to make it work. What if he had had an affair? What would have Vanessa done? Forgiven him? Or taken him to the cleaners? A shiver ran thru his body as he walked along the shores of the lake. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he did notice the Frisbee flying in his direction till it glanced off his left shoulder. Victor looked up startled. He saw a young lad hurrying towards him with an apologetic look on his face. Behind him he could see a woman and a teenage girl looking in their direction. Going by their looks it was clear they were all one family. "Sorry Mister that one went right past me" said the blonde boy. By now the mother and daughter had also joined them. The boy had definitely gone after his mother. He had the same clear blue, twinkling eyes as his mothers. The girl, no doubt his sister seemed a year or two younger to him. "It's okay son, I should have been more alert. Anyway no harm done," he replied with a smile and threw back the Frisbee in his direction. Victor looked at the mother who stood waiting for him as her kids ran after the Frisbee. She was blonde and had blue eyes just like her son's. At 5'8'', she had a well proportioned body. She was looking at him and her eyes seemed to be actually smiling t him. Going by her son's age, he guessed her to be in her early forties but she didn't look a year over thirty five. All in all, a very good package. He noticed that her husband didn't seem to be around. "Hi, I'm Paula Lehmann," she said as he came close to her. "Victor," he replied with an acknowledgement. At close quarters she looked even lovelier and homely. "Please accept our apologies by sharing a cup of hot coffee and homemade cookies with us," she continued as the two began walking along the shore line in the general direction of where the kids had gone. He could see a blanket spread on the ground and a food hamper. It reminded him of the times when he and his wife used to take their small kids to the local park. Those were some good memories of the bygone days. "Sure, anything for some good homemade cookies," Victor found himself replying. They began chatting as they watched the kids play. The boy's name was Frank and he was sixteen while his sister's name was Beth and she was thirteen years old. Their father had been a chemical engineer and had passed away in a freak accident at the factory a couple of years ago. She was a psychologist by profession. Victor felt genuinely sorry for them. They seemed to be a close knit family. This became more apparent when the kids joined them for snacks. They had a guest with them and they were showing the right etiquettes. Paula had brought them up well. He told them a bit about himself and his family and his grandchildren. The kids were soon off again. He watched them run around with moist eyes as he recalled similar outings with his wife and kids. By now it was late in the afternoon and Victor realised that the family must be having their own plans. He thanked Paula for the wonderful cookies and coffee and then began making his way back to his cabin. Paula had rented out the Jarson's place which was a couple of miles away and they had come down to the lakeside in their SUV. With a final wave to the kids, Victor began making his way back to his cabin. The SMS beeper reminded him that he had a SMS. It was from his wife. "Missing you," were the first words and then it went on to remind him to take his daily pills. Yes, he missed her too thought Victor as he continued to walk briskly along the grass covered trail. Sometimes he wished he hadn't opened that damned courier package. That way he wouldn't have been confronted with his wife's adultery in the past and would probably gone through the rest of his life dumb and happy. Did he say adultery? No way! If you were to ask Vanessa then it was all about natural therapy, about nurturing a lost and lonely soul back to sanity. So what did that mean? These were modern times and neither of them had been virgins when they had first met. But they had taken their solemn marriage vows to be true and faithful to each other. Then again, in these times of marriage, divorce and re marriage people were taking that famous vow again and again with different partners. So, did she mean that she had not broken her marriage vows inspite of having slept with another man? Did she mean that the physical act of sleeping with another man had in no way diminished her love for him and spiritually she still remained truly his? His wife's attitude continued to puzzle him. Did the women's liberation thing have to do something with her line of thinking, namely her body was her's alone? Of course he had always respected her and never ever forced himself upon her in bed, however horny he might have been. Perhaps he had missed out on something and the women's liberation meant more than what he understood. He rummaged around in the kitchen and threw himself a quick dinner and sat in front of the TV. He had equipped the cabin with all the latest gadgets so that they could catch up with what's new whenever they wished. Just then his cell buzzed. It was his daughter calling. "Hi Dad," she said as soon as he put the cell to his ear. "Hi baby, what's new," he replied affably. Her tone had indicated that this was not going to be your routine call kind of thing. "I spoke to mother and she told me you had gone to the lakeside cabin for some days," she continued in the same neutral tone. It had been more of a statement requiring an explanation than an exchange of pleasantries between a daughter and her father. Victor replied back with an excuse that with the winter almost upon them, he wanted to put the cabin in order. Plus a couple of days in the open would do wonders to his health. But her next sentence made it clear that she wasn't buying the reasons dished out by him. "Why didn't mother accompany you to the lakeside?" Victor paused a moment before replying. Her daughter had a sharp inquisitive mind like him, and she had already read and understood a lot by their behaviour. "I just wanted to be by myself. There are times when a man finds himself at crossroads. Events transpire and unfold in a manner that one has to take a serious stock of the situation. So here I am, by the lakeside, trying to come to grip with the unfolding events in my life," he replied back as honestly as he could. "Is everything okay between you and mother?" There was a hint of concern in her voice. His daughter was smart and he ought to have been proud of that but Victor didn't like the direction their conversation was taking. "Baby, don't worry your head off about what's between me and your mother. I'm not going to promise anything yet, but I want to make things work out. Ok? Now tell me what my grandkid is upto," replied Victor. The change in topic was a relief to both of them and they talked for some more time before Victor finally switched off his cell. His mind kept buzzing and whirring as he ate his dinner with his eyes glued to the TV news. So why was he really at their lakeside cabin? Did he just want to hide, to escape the personal sense of shame and humiliation? He was a proud man and would not talk to anyone about his discovery, about his wife's affair with her boss back in Dallas. During the next couple of days the only thing he did was to work in putting the cabin in proper shape, exercise and go for long walks in the afternoon along the lakeside where he would invariably run into Paula and her kids. A couple of times he even took over some snacks for them. They were a nice family and he liked being around them. Back at the cabin he would prepare something digestible and have a couple of drinks to help him sleep at night. But the answer to his problem continued to evade him. He was stuck in "I can't hide from it but can't live with something I don't understand" kind of a situation. Or was he afraid of being alone in this late age of life when perhaps companionship mattered more than anything else? The next afternoon again found him briskly walking along the lakeside. He waved out to Paula and her kids who were at a short distance ahead of him. The kids had put out a small dingy into the water and were playfully paddling it around. That could be dangerous thought Victor. Before he could call out a warning, the dingy turned over and both the children fell into the cold water. Victor knew that the water was not more than chest deep over there but the children could get their feet entangled in the underwater growth and that could become serious. He rushed over and plunged headlong into the cold waters. He grabbed Frank by his collar and pulled him towards the shallow side. But Beth was having problems in keeping her head above the water. Victor realised that his worst fears had just been confirmed. She had one of her legs entangled in the underwater growth. He took a deep breath and went down in the water. He grabbed her leg and pulled hard. He felt some resistance. He pulled again. He didn't have much time as he would have to break surface for fresh air. With all the energy he could muster, Victor gave one final push. Suddenly there was no more resistance and Beth floated towards the surface. Paula was already waist up into the water and she dragged her semi conscious daughter to the shore and began pumping out the water. "Don't worry; she's in a shock state. No harm has been done." Paula nodded her head but still continued to give first aid to her daughter. Once the effect of the shock of finding oneself in cold waters had worn off, Beth sat up and hugged her mother. "Thanks Victor, thanks for saving my daughter's life," said Paula. She stepped forward and embraced him. The warmth and closeness of her young, soft body had an electrifying effect on Victor. He put his arms over her shoulders and drew her close. The feel of her plum breasts against his chest felt good, very good indeed. "I just happened to be at the right place at the right time. But now I think we should all get some dry clothes or else we'll freeze to death in these wet clothing's," said Victor as he reluctantly withdrew himself from her embrace. She felt nice, very nice ... she was his kinda girl. Paula was instantly in command. "C'mon guys put your stuff in the car," she ordered out. Then she turned to Victor and said, "You're coming home with us. You can share some of the clothes we have." "Paula, my cabin is nearby and I can walk ..." He was not allowed to finish by Paula who grabbed him by his arm and took him over to their SUV. "By your own admission it takes you forty five minutes to reach your place and I'm not going to let you walk around in those wet clothes for forty five minutes. Our place is only fifteen minutes by road and that's where you're going." "That's right and today I will be making dinner and I want you to be there," chirped in Beth who had by now grabbed his other arm. It felt nice to be liked, to be genuinely liked. Victor felt a strange warmth in his heart for this family. They were all nice. Paula's husband must have been a great guy thought Victor. He settled comfortably in the front passenger seat and the kids quickly piled into the rear side and Paula took off immediately. She drove as fast as was possible in the wooded surroundings and they reached their cabin well under fifteen minutes. Paula quickly ushered them in. It was getting dark and there was a cold wind blowing across. Unfortunately for Victor, they didn't have anything of his size. He had to finally settle for a tight set of Speedos belonging to Frank and a Mexican blanket to drape over. By then Paula had a nice fire going in the fireplace. She had put on an oversized T shirt that came down to her knees. They did not have a TV connection so the four of them spent time by talking with each other. As time passed, Victor began to feel more and more comfortable with the Lehmann family. Looking at them invariably brought back some good memories. As promised, Beth along with her elder brother prepared a lovely dinner for them. Beth was delighted when Victor complimented her on her culinary skills. The kids had also become quite open to him. Frank told him that he wanted to join the US Navy as a marine pilot. Victor remembered he had a distant cousin in the USN and he promised Frank that he would get in touch with his cousin and then let him know how to prepare for their selection examinations. Beth wanted to become a doctor just like her mum or maybe a chef. Victor smiled in affection. She was only thirteen and still had time to choose her profession. All along he could feel a pair of eyes watching him intently. A couple of times he even caught Paula staring at him with a funny look in her eyes. Finally it was time for the kids to go to bed and they left reluctantly but not before giving him a hug. Victor added some more wood to the crackling fire and made himself comfortable on the rug near the fireplace so that he could enjoy the warmth of the fire. Paula joined him with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Fill up the glasses and I'll be right back," she said as she placed the bottle next to him. The way the T shirt was hugging her curves it was obvious that she was not wearing any panties. Victor could feel his member hardening in response to the feminine beauty in close proximity to him. The small Speedo was now hurting him, so as soon as Paula was out of the living room, Victor quickly slipped off the tight Speedo and made himself comfortable in the blanket. A few minutes later Paula returned with an extra large blanket in her arms. The way her boobs were bouncing clearly indicated she had discarded her bra for the rest of the evening. She covered him with the blanket and then tucked herself in also. Victor was taken by surprise. She was in close proximity and he could feel her body warmth, and so could his little fella who was by now standing straight up. Victor carefully adjusted the blanket before handing Paula her drink. If she were to lean a bit too much then things could get real embarrassing. As the drinks flowed, the conversation turned to her love life. "What's a fine looking girl like you doing here in these lovely woods all by yourself?" asked Victor. He had been curious but had refrained from asking earlier on. But now, after a couple of drinks and the warmth of the fireplace and their close proximity, it seemed rather a natural question. Paula threw back her head and laughed before replying. Victor stared at the taut nipples so very clearly defined by the glow of the fire. She looked so fresh, so motherly ... so, so sexy. "No Victor, it's not that I do not have my share of admirers. But I made a promise to myself, and ... and Ron that I would see to our children ... ensure that they make it to a good college before thinking about myself again. We had a dream, a shared vision. We wanted to see our children doing well in school and then going off to some reputable college. Ron ... Ron is now not here with us but I am here and I'll do all it takes to ensure our dream comes true," replied Paula softly with a faraway look in her eyes, no doubt thinking about her deceased husband. She has not forgotten her husband, even after all these years thought Victor. Her husband had passed away but she hadn't forgotten the goals they had set up for their family. He felt his feelings grow for her. Here was a woman determined to live life on her terms, while his wife ... Victor again felt that pain taking hold of his body, as images and clippings of his wife's adultery began playing themselves out in his mind once again, threatening to spoil the otherwise perfect evening. "So you have not tried dating since your husband passed away?" "Well Victor, like any woman I too have my biological needs. I have friends, friends with benefits. But I'm discreet. I don't want to play with my children's emotions by bringing my boyfriend over to our house. I prefer to go on what can be euphemistically termed as out of town visits. But these are basically some out of town meeting with my boyfriend and there's nothing official about them as informed to my kids and parents. When I come back home, I come alone. And that's the way it's gonna be for some time," replied Paula in a serious tone. Revelations Ch. 02 "And what if the guy is serious for something permanent?" "Yup it happened with a guy I was seeing last year. But I explained to him that I wanted to fulfill all my responsibilities to my family before committing myself to a man. Poor fellow took it very hard. I got the impression that he thought I preferred to play around rather than settle into a stable relationship," replied Paula reminiscently. "How long has been your wife cheating on you?" asked Paula out of the blue. The suddenness of the question startled Victor and it showed on his face. "Am I that transparent?" asked Victor, with amazement written all over his face. Paula threw back her head and gave out a melodious laugh."Remember, I'm a psychologist. I'm trained to read into the minds of my fellow human beings," she continued with a twinkle in her eyes. The next thing Victor knew was that he was baring his soul to her. He told Paul how his wife's affair was revealed to him when he opened a parcel meant for her by mistake. He explained his anger and disappointment over his wife's refusal to see her acts as betrayal of their marriage vows and his current predicament on which was the best course of action to take as otherwise they had had a happy marriage of thirty odd years and were proud parents of a couple of kids who were doing well in their life and chosen profession and had also been blessed with grandchildren and promises of more to follow. They were in their golden years and he had never imagined that he would have to face such a predicament. "You love your wife don't you?" asked Paula. "I do and I guess I always will. It's ... it's just that how could she have done this to us? I asked her whether I was leaving her unsatisfied and she has always refused. If I were to accept her words then why? Why did she have an affair with her boss?" "How long did you say your wife had worked for him?" "Fourteen, perhaps fifteen years. She joined them after Kate started school and continued to be with them throughout her career in Dallas." "And this affair happened during the last year of your stay in Dallas. So it happened in the fourteenth or fifteenth year?" "So she says. But like I told you I had caught them together a couple of times during parties at their place and they did seem to be kinda standing close together, whispering conspirationally," replied Victor his mind going back in years to that party at Harry's place when he had seen them standing close to each other in a dimly lit corner of the patio, seemingly rubbing against each other. "You say she had worked for Harry for almost fifteen years so it's quite natural that they would have quite a few common topics to talk about related to their office work and staff. So those conspirational whispers may not be that conspirational after all," replied Paula thoughtfully. "But those pics and CD's tell their own tale," replied back Victor grimly. "That's true. But she stopped the affair once you guys moved to Houston and you've never had a reason to doubt her fidelity or commitment to your marriage," rationalised Paula. Victor pondered over her reply before replying. "Let me put it this way, I never had a reason to doubt her commitment to our marriage way back in Dallas and look where we are today," he replied sardonically. Paula nodded her head in agreement as she put her empty glass down. The bottle was near empty and they both were pretty drunk. It was the drinks and the ambience that had pushed Victor into revealing his internal turmoil's to his new found friend. Now that it was out in the open he felt better as though his conscience had been relieved off some guilty feelings. Paula shifted closer to Victor before continuing. It was cold outside and the warmth of their bodies pressed close together felt nice. "Look at it from her point of view. Perhaps she had got a closure to something she had wanted to bring to an end, something that she too knew had gone too far and threatened her marriage. And what would she have gained by telling you about her affair with her boss? She would have just ended up hurting you and her family. Think about it from her side, Victor. She's not a serial cheater, something like that could never have been hidden forever. So what you are looking at is a onetime affair. Your wife had been associated with her boss and his wife for over a decade. Such a long period of association definitely brings about some feelings of trust and friendship, and she being a woman had soon realised that after his wife's death, what her boss was missing and hurting for from the inside was that special bonding between a man and woman that normally comes when the man and woman have spent a number of years together. It comes naturally and perhaps that was what slowly cutting Harry away from his familiar world. Oh, he could have had relationships with some women he may meet, but that special something could not so easily be forged." Paula paused and looked closely at Victor to see whether he was with her. On seeing that he was listening to her attentively, she continued with her professional analysis. "And Victor, this is where your wife came in. Other than his wife, she was one of those few select persons with whom he had been associated for a long time. She had also known his wife pretty well. That again made her someone special in his eyes, although he may have not acknowledged it himself. But your wife's womanly instincts homed in on the problem and the possible solution and, well the rest we all already know." There was now silence in the room, broken only by the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Victor ran over the pointers put up by Paula. He didn't like her professional rationalisation but he had to admit he couldn't find any fault with it, especially if the woman concerned didn't think that sleeping with another man for a possibly good cause didn't amount to breaking her marriage vows. "Look Victor, the final decision is for you to make, but just how much damage can a six inch something piece of human flesh do to a marriage by being at the wrong place? Please don't get me wrong and I'm not trying to defend your wife's actions but we all can make a mistake, at work or while driving. But that does mean we should condemn the person for life. The Lord has given us the power to forgive. Remember here that no one is asking you to forget anything. But yes forgive we can if we have that strength in our heart and mind. Now the strength in your case will naturally flow from the beautiful marriage the two of you have been so fortunate to have had. You have two lovely grown up kids and grandchildren too. So think about all that I've said before taking your final decision." Victor sat quietly. He had no reasons to believe that Vanessa had ever been unhappy or unsatisfied with him in their thirty year old marriage. And she was no serial cheater, of that he was convinced. But he felt hurt and humiliated. He remembered coming home from Houston and attending a couple of parties where he had also met Harry. That bastard had never let it show on his face that he was fucking his wife. He had always greeted him like a friend whom he was seeing after a long time. I bet the two of them had fucked just hours before he flew in thought Victor bitterly, the anger again coming out and trying to gain control of him. That fallen General's mistress had also reportedly attended many parties along with her husband and the General and the husband had been seen talking together like old acquaintances. I bet the General was laughing inside while talking to the cuckold, thinking about his naked wife below him as he impaled her on the bed with his cock. And Vanessa? What had she been thinking when she saw him talking to Harry at those gatherings? Comparing them? Comparing the size of their cocks and their love making techniques and becoming wet and horny? Paula did not try to intervene and let him instead wrestle with his thoughts. She knew she had given him a lot to ponder about. She snuggled closed and placed her head against his shoulders. She let her right hand rest against his chest, her fingers playing with his thick hairy growth. "And Victor," she then softly said in an attempt to finally get his attention. "Uh?" "Thanks for saving my daughter. It's nice to be around people who care," she continued and then leaned closer and placed her lips on his. It had been some time since Victor had been intimate. He had not had sex with his wife since the day the courier had arrived at their place. He had used the five sisters to relieve himself a couple of occasions, but since coming to the cabin he had been practically leading a hermit's life. He found himself responding to her embrace. His tongue seeked hers as they kissed and hugged each other. Her body was soft and warm ... so very inviting. Victor found himself getting harder. As they continued their embracing, Paula's hand inadvertently slid downwards and touched the base of his shaft. Her eyes opened in surprise but she made no attempt to remove her hand. "Oh Victor, I believe you find this forty something mother of two genuinely attractive," she finally said impishly. "I ... I didn't mean ... of course you're a good lookin, I mean beautiful ..." stuttered Victor as he tried to extricate himself from the embarrassing situation he found himself in. Paula cut short his explanations by planting her lips back on his while her hand continued to be where it was, at the base of his swollen cock. As they continued kissing, Paula slid her forefinger on the underside and then pressed her thumb forward to touch the tip of her forefinger, thereby perfectly encircling the base of his erect manhood. "Uummm ...," moaned Paula in appreciation of the girth of his swollen manhood. She then gently pressed his shaft's base with the forefinger and thumb encircling it, her tongue all along playing with his. Victor began licking Paula's face, first the right cheek then the left. Paula kept her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his tongue on her cheeks. Her hand slipped down to grasp his balls. She took them in her palms and squeezed them ever so gently. He hadn't had a release in days and his sac was full with his virile seeds. Paula then moved away a bit and in one swift motion removed the blanket covering them to reveal his hard and erect circumcised cock. For a few moments she gazed lovingly at the erect manhood. Her eyes took in the red knob with pre cum coming out from the pee slit. She had still not taken his cock in her hands. "Lie down," she whispered huskily, her tone clearly betraying her emotions. "Paula, we really shouldn't be ..." "Hush, don't speak another word," she replied as she moved closer to his erection which was by now sticking straight up like a flagpole. Paula wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and then squeezed it, making his red knob bulge further. The touch of a woman on his cock felt nice and he could see some more pre cum oozing out. Slowly she began moving her hand up and down his shaft. She then took the pre cum in her fingers and spread it over his knob and shaft making it slick and shiny. By now Victor had closed his eyes and was enjoying the pleasurable sensation being generated. Then just as the sensation was reaching its peak, she stopped and released his manhood. Victor opened his eyes and saw Paula removing her over sized T shirt. His eyes locked on to her firm pair of breasts with their taut nipples begging for attention. "You like my boobies, Victor?" she asked seductively. "They gave their precious milky to my two children," she continued, her hands teasingly moving over her nude form. She took her taut nipples in both her hands and began pulling them suggestively. "Come Victor, take my titties in your mouth and play with them, drink my milk, it's all for you," continued Paula in an aroused tone. Victor moved closer and pushed Paula down on her back and began raining kisses all over her body. He licked and sucked her nipples until they were swollen, red and erect. Paula moaned and squirmed beneath him as he began kissing the base of her neck. Then she started pushing his head towards her cunt, making her wish very clear. With deliberate slowness Victor licked his way down. He sucked and tugged at her labia. He even rimmed her teasingly, not really licking her ass so much as just getting real close. She started mewing as he did it. "You like me kissing your ass do you?" "You have no idea." She cried out when Victor finally connected with her clit. He deliberately and very softly licked her clit and in between sucked her clit between his licks. Paula came with a screeching scream of delight. Victor then released her clit and moved between her thighs and pressed his cock against the slit of her cunt -- and he didn't move. Then he began playing his bulbous knob up and down the opening to her treasure trove. Paula began breathing hard. "Inside! I need you inside me. Fuck me, put it in me -- now!" she gasped out. By now she was slightly incoherent. Victor inhaled the scent of her womanly arousal as he continued to play his knob up and down Paula's slit. Victor badly wanted to enter her but suddenly he found himself faltering and asking some questions. "Wouldn't this put him in the same boat as his adulteress wife? Why was he copulating with another woman when he had a wife waiting for him back at home? In his younger days, in the course of his work related activities, he had met quite a few women with appealing personality, some of them had even shown and hinted for a deeper friendship. But he had never seized the opportunity so to say. Then, why now? Revenge fuck? Yeah, is that was this was all about? Did he intend to humiliate and hurt his wife and somehow get even by his one night stand with Paula? But then, his wife's affair had lasted for almost a year and might have carried on for God known's how long had they not relocated to Houston. And what about Paula? She was a good woman and a great mother. Was it right of him to use her as his tool for avenging his cuckoldry?" Victor began to wilt as he struggled to come in grips with his demons. He saw Paula looking at him with a questioning look in her eyes. "Paula, I'm sorry, but I'm a married man and I don't think ..." This was all he could manage to say before Paula reached out and pulled him down next to her. She had a funny look in her eyes. "It's alright Victor, I understand," said Paula as she pressed her body to his and placed her head on his shoulder. For some moments neither spoke. Then Paula rolled on top of Victor and placed her lips on his. The feel of her soft, hot body pressed against his felt good. Victor put his arms around her and pressed her closer. They continued to embrace each other for some time before Paula began moving down, all the time raining light kisses all over his chest and stomach. Victor sighed in contentment. She was good, very good. His manhood was once again standing straight up in salute to Paula's womanly attributes and charm. By now Paula had reached her destination and her face was inches away from his manhood. She seemed to be admiring it, the hunger in her lustful eyes clearly illuminated by the light of the dying embers of the fire in the fireplace. Then she wrapped her fingers around the base and leaned forward and opened her mouth. "Ahh ...," groaned Victor as Paula ran her tongue over his shiny knob, her eyes locked on his face, watching his emotions. Her tongue travelled to his knobs dorsal side making Victor let out under groan of pleasure. Again and again Paula played her tongue over and cross his cock head, her hand on his shaft alternating between squeezing him and then momentarily releasing him. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she withdrew his knob from her mouth and began jacking him. Victor felt his cock elongate and swell up in response to the pleasuring it was getting from the sexy mother of two. Paula then again lowered her mouth on to his cock. She took in his red and shiny knob and then inch by inch almost his entire shaft disappeared into her hot mouth. With her right hand's forefinger and thumb were tightly wound around the base of his thick shaft, she began fucking him with her mouth starting slowly and then gradually building up the pace till her head was furiously bobbing up and down. Victor could feel the tension building inside him in response to Paula's fantastic tongue play. He realised he would be soon reaching his point of no return. With a final push into her mouth, Victor shot his load. Paula immediately commenced to milk him with her fingers wrapped around his shaft's base by alternately squeezing and releasing. She continued to hold him in her mouth as his cock spewed out his baby making seeds. Victor saw some of his cum seeping out from the side of her mouth but otherwise she had managed to swallow his entire load. Then she finally took his semi erect cock out of her mouth and rubbed it clean on her breasts and snuggled close to him. "It's okay baby I understand," she whispered once again before falling asleep with one leg thrown across her lover, her breasts tightly pressed against his body. For some moments Victor stayed awake. It had been quite a day and evening too. He felt good and much better than he had been for the past few weeks. "Why did he feel so relaxed when nothing had really changed?" thought Victor as he ran his hand up and down the bare back of the sleeping form of the nude woman besides him. He had known her for just a couple of days and here he was sleeping with her. "Yes, nothing had really changed. Try as he might, he just couldn't ignore that elephant on the rampage in his mind. His wife had had an affair with her boss and he still couldn't decipher the why of it. According to his wife it had nothing to do with the two of them, it was not an affair but more of a healing touch. And neither could he decide where to go from here. Shit man, thirty years of togetherness is a lot of time, with a lot of sweet memories ... and some bad ones now. The last Victor remembered were the images of Paula sucking him off before he too drifted off to sleep. The next morning they got up early and cleaned up the room before the children woke up. By the time the kids made their appearance, there was breakfast on the table with both Paula and Victor freshly bathed and ready for the day. He had taken a liking to Paula's kids and the feeling was mutual. Beth took up the seat next to him during breakfast and was soon talking mile a minute. It was as if they had known each other since long and not just for a few days. Her brother interrupted her every now and then with playful jibes to which Beth stuck her tongue out at him and immediately resumed talking with Victor. It was a close knit family, perhaps drawn more closer by the sudden passing away of their father. Perhaps having a man in the house seemed to temporarily fill the void created by their father's demise. From the corner of his eyes Victor saw Paula looking at him in a rather thoughtful manner. "It's morning time and no doubt the shrink in her has resurfaced," thought Victor light heartedly. It was finally decided that they would visit the lakeside in the morning instead of the afternoon so that Victor could then go back to his cabin from there. On arrival at the lakeside the two teenagers immediately rushed off leaving the two of them alone. They made themselves comfortable near a crop of rocks where Victor laid out a blanket on the grass. Victor looked closely at the woman sitting next to him. Paula had put on the ear phones and was listening to some music on her iPod with her eyes closed, her head shaking gently to the music. She was wearing faded jeans and a simple white top which clung to her curves. "She's intelligent, a good mother and a very committed woman," thought Victor, mesmerised by the rise and fall of her bosom in tune to her breathing. He felt his manhood strengthening. She was his type of woman and his body was acknowledging the fact in the most normal manner. He silently wished all the best to the three of them as he doubted that he would see them ever again after today. He planned to leave early next morning. He really hadn't made much progress in resolving the issues in his personal life and he figured it would be better to return home. Revelations Ch. 02 "Victor?" He had been so engrossed in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Paula had been silently looking at him for some time. "Oh sorry Paula," stammered out Victor. The woman was almost twenty years younger to him and he had just been caught shamelessly staring at her breasts. "You haven't done anything that I wouldn't want you to do so stop apologising," replied Paula with an impish smile. "Anyway you have already seen and tasted what I have to offer," she continued, enjoying the discomfort she was causing Victor. "About last night Paula ... I mean what happened ..." "You're a good man Victor and by saving my daughter your standing in my mind and heart is now way up above the clouds," replied Paula as she cut off whatever he was going to say. "And what happened last night was by mutual consent. Sex between two persons is the most natural way to show love and affection. Mother Nature has made us that way and try as we may we cannot fight that." Victor nodded his head in agreement. But the look on her face indicated she hadn't finished yet. "You saved my daughter ... okay, okay, you may protest and say that the water was not all that deep but I'm a mother and you were there for my child in the hour of her need. And ... and what happened between us last night was like I said natural. Mother Nature has made us women like that." "Well you won't find me complaining but being a married man I shouldn't have taken advantage of your state of mind. Perhaps the drinks we had also had a say in it." "You refused to enter me and by doing so you more than stood by your marriage vow. It was a loud and clear message and so no harm was done to your marriage inspite of our close intimacy," replied Paula in a serious tone. "But still we had oral sex and that should count as having sex, whether penetration was involved or not" interjected Victor. Paula looked thoughtfully at him for some moments before replying. "It's all in the mind Victor," she replied softly, her eyes looking straight at his face. Yes, we had sex last night. But you really hadn't planned on stepping out of your marriage vows. In your mind and heart you're still as committed to your marriage as you were before last evening and that matters a lot. Perhaps that's the reason why we're talking about last evening rather than trying to take the opportunity provided to us by the kids and continue where we left last night." "I guess I'll have to just put this behind me. No point in dwelling upon it," replied Victor. "Now that's a good boy! I would have been really sad to see you leave with bitter memories of our meeting. You really can't imagine how much I and my children enjoyed your company. Like I told you, my husband died some years back and they don't have a male figure in the family to look up to. We miss him even today, and having you with us kinda filled that void in our hearts, albeit temporarily." Paula turned her head away as she said those last words. Tears were welling up in her eyes and she didn't want Victor to see them. After some moments she controlled herself and turned back to face him. "Will ... will you be telling your wife about what happened between us last night?" "No, I don't see any reason to do that. She would think it was a revenge fuck and I was rubbing it in her face. Whatever she has done, she doesn't deserve that. Besides that would also mean I have used you in executing a revenge fuck and that would be wrong on you. You ... you are the perfect image of a modern day woman and I wish you and your kids all the best in your life." The two stood staring at each other for what seemed an eternity before they embraced each other. It was a goodbye hug and they both knew that. They kissed each other like teenagers and embraced again before Victor finally turned away with a wave of his hand. He had just taken a few steps when he heard his name called out. "Victor!" Victor stopped and looked back at Paula questioningly. She walked up and placed herself in front of him. "I want to ask you something." "What's that?" he asked quizzically. "We just discussed our situation and agreed that what happened was a genuine mutual attraction between us, but in your mind and heart you continue to be committed to your marriage vows and that it wouldn't be happening again with another woman or me for that matter. Right?" "Yeah, I'm there with you so far." "Secondly you won't be telling your wife about us because you don't want to hurt her." Victor nodded his head in agreement but his eyes clearly showed he didn't know what she was driving at. "Then why the double standards?" "What are you talking about?" shot back Victor, his irritancy evident in his tone. "I was thankful to you for saving my girl and after some heavy drinking I came on to you heavily later in the evening. You too were attracted to me and we had some great sex. It's true that you didn't put that lovely piece of manhood of yours inside me but we definitely had sex and it was great. I got an opportunity to show my gratitude and I enjoyed your attention. But never the less you had sex with another woman. You have promised not to let this aberrance occur gain but we both know you stepped out. You may not tell your wife but deep inside you know you cheated on her." The two were by now watching each other warily as though sparring in a boxing ring. "Perhaps Vanessa too did not wish to tell you about her relationship with her boss, just like you don't want to tell her about us. She wanted to pull her boss out of the depression he had gone into after his wife died and chose a method she considered best though debatable in hindsight. But neither of you have stopped loving each other. Mind you I said relationship and not affair because that would connote something that is not there. And she certainly didn't want to hurt the man she loved by making confessions. The real thing would be to ensure that it did not happen again, just like you have just decided. I'm sure she has been the perfect wife to you since then and perhaps even before." "I don't know. I just don't know what to believe in when it comes to my wife," replied back Victor bitterly. "Are there some more courier packages waiting to be opened by me? I don't know, just don't know." "You were there for my child in the hour of her need. You're somebody special for me. So trust your instincts when you see her again. That's all I ask of you." Victor felt something inside him that he hadn't experienced ever before, perhaps something close to how he felt when he had fallen in love with Vanessa so many years ago. Yes something like that. His erection was there. But there was something else going on in his body and mind as he looked at Paula. He stepped closer and kissed her forehead. "I ... I'll keep in mind what you have said," he finally said. The two stood holding each other's hand not wanting to be the first one to part ways. "I fed my number in your mobile phone directory in the morning. Call me if you need anything more from this shrink." She then took a deep breath and stepped back, releasing his hand from hers. To Be Continued ... ALEX (Dear readers, please do put in your invaluable vote) Revelations Ch. 02 II: A follow Up This is my continuation of 'alex_lover's story "Revelations'. I felt that it needed some closure. I got his permission to continue; so here is my version of what happened that fateful morning after he read the emails. If you haven't I strongly recommend you read alex_lover's first three chapters before digging into this. My thanks to my editor Barney R for his help in making this story more readable. carvohi ____________________________ Well hello, my name is, or it was, Victor Brown, and until not long ago I thought I was a happily married man. I won't go into a lot of detail about how my once happy marriage became a horrible nightmare. You can get all that by reading alex_lover. What I'm here to tell you is how my life changed and ultimately ended as a result of my soon to be ex-wife's sordid love affair with her former boss. I'll pick up roughly where alex_lover left off. I was in the kitchen about to have what was most likely my last cup of coffee with Vanessa. Vanessa by now everyone knows was my wife of thirty years. I hadn't been sure if she'd actually ended her love affair with her boss after we moved from Dallas to Houston so I went to work and dug around on the Internet. I broke into her computer and found years of email messages between her and this guy Harry Wolman, her one time boss. They'd been corresponding for years after we moved, and I have a good idea those electronic messages were only the tip of the iceberg. I felt right up to his demise they'd been secretly meeting. I have no concrete proof of that; it's not relevant now anyway. We sat in the kitchen and we talked, or actually she talked and I listened. I knew we were history, I was history. It was just a matter of me getting all my ducks in line. Still there are parts of our conversation that ring vividly in my ear. She started with the same bullshit, "Victor I can't tell you how sorry I am. You're the great love of my life. Harry ... well ... he was just ..." I remember my reply, "Yeah, I know. Harry was just this great fuck." And she said, "No it wasn't like that, it was ..." I interrupted her again, "Oh, I know, true love; like the meeting of kindred spirits." That's when she finally admitted it, "I felt sorry for him. He was sick. We became soul mates." I shut that off, "And I was the roommate." She tried to fix it, "No I mean ..." I smiled, "Coffee's good," then I got up to leave. She followed me. She cried and begged and whined, but it was a waste of time. She told me she loved me, she'd make it up to me, she was sure I'd understand if I only listened. But she'd made her decision nearly ten years ago when she decided to give away our marriage to a man who had the morals of an alley cat. I mean it was all electronically preserved. There wasn't a damn thing she could say or lie about that could change anything. She'd been whoring around. She'd been playing the pig while I'd been home being the loyal husband. She'd betrayed everything our marriage, any marriage, was supposed to mean. I don't know how she thought I could get past that. Shit, she'd said she was sorry, but I never quite got the apology thing right. I wasn't sure if she was sorry for breaking faith with me and our vows, or if she was just sorry she got caught. I can honestly say; when it came to bullshit, she had more moves than a checkerboard. I'd watched her all red eyed and puffy faced pretending she was sorry. What a total waste of time! I knew one thing. I had to take stock of the new situation. The emails hadn't changed much; they'd only made it worse. She kept saying there were all kinds of extenuating circumstances; he was sad, she felt sorry for him, the company needed him, he needed her. She never faced the fact nobody forced her to do it. I saw the videos; she was fucking him because she wanted to, she liked it, and what she did killed me. She caught me again later that morning while I was moving what was left of my shit out of our bedroom. She had her story, and she was sticking to it, "Victor," she said, "he was dying inside. He was sad. He needed someone." I tried to make her understand her affair with him wasn't about him; it was about her. I tried, I really tried to make her see, "Look, you've been living two fantasies, and you've lived them because it was fun. That's how you got your gratification. Look Vanessa, he was all fun and naughty sex. I was the other side, the down side. I was your responsibility; that's why all the fuss about my pills and stuff. I was your reasonable responsible compartment; your boss and your fucking was your happy go lucky compartment. I tried to tell her I could never compete; I could never compete because I never knew there was a competition. I never knew she was living two separate lives. I told her in a big way it was like hunting. The deer never knows it's the other team in a sport, and like the deer, I never saw it coming until it was too late. Now I'm splayed out in the field with my guts spewed all over the ground, and she can't understand why I don't think it's important. I mean like honey; it was such a small bullet! Now I'm dead, and she says it was only sex. Aw gee Bambi; it was only a forty caliber pellet! What's the fuss? I told her it was the emails that finally threw me over the edge. I knew what they confirmed; she never really loved me. She'd vowed that Harry was her only 'mistake', but I sure couldn't believe that. We, or Vanessa for sure, made two children; one is now a thirty year old man and the other a twenty-eight year old woman. Their names are James and Karen and each is married with a child of their own. I told her, yeah, they're supposed to be mine, but how did I know, I mean how did I really know? I mean I explained I still loved them, of course. I raised them didn't I? I was there for the flu, the tonsils, the emergency room, the parent-teacher conferences, all that. But did it make a difference? It does now, absolutely, it's just not the same. How did I know she wasn't fucking some guy while I was taking Karen's temperature when she had pneumonia? Oh shit sure she cried. She vowed they were my kids. She only cheated on me with the one man. I laughed at that. I asked her if she really expected me to believe anything she said. That only made her cry more, but I knew her tears were more for herself. She felt bad because she got caught, not because she ruined my life and our marriage. Hell, I'm sixty years old. I'm not doing the DNA game. They can all do that after I'm gone. What I do know is she cheated on me once so technically the kids could be anybody's. Shit, how do I know she wasn't fucking around on our wedding night? What's the difference now? I don't know and I don't care, not anymore. So I had a thirty year phony marriage, and I might have raised somebody else's kids. I can't do anything about all that. I have to face the facts, and fact number one is my life has been a lie, one big fucking lie! Remember what I said through alex_lover early on. A man has to move forward. I couldn't live in the past, I'm sixty years old. I could get pancreatic cancer and be dead in six months, or I could live another twenty years. Regardless, long term planning for me is a thing of the past. Add to that my final decision to be gone, I mean completely, totally, and utterly, irrevocably gone and very soon. I'll leave the grisly details, the post mortem to Vanessa. It was time for me to take action. First I told Vanessa there would be no divorce. I didn't care what she did. I told her I'd be gone soon, and she could do what she wanted; maybe she could find some other chump or cuck. I just knew I wouldn't be around. With that done it was time to take inventory. By inventory I mean what exactly did I have that was mine? Well there was money. I collected all the ready cash I could get my hands without touching any savings, retirement, or long term investments. This relatively small amount of money I set aside for my final act, my denouement. You might think I sound depressed. Well I am depressed, but believe me I've got it all worked out. I'm depressed because of where I am. If I put myself away somewhere, I mean for good, once and for all, then my depression will simply dissolve. I'll be free! You know when you're gone you're gone. OK money, what there was of it, out of the way; what did I have in terms of personal property. Well I had a ten year old chocolate Labrador Retriever Vanessa had bought me. It was a puppy when she got it, but she got it while she was seeing and fucking her hero. I loved the damn dog, but it represented what; it represented a payment, Chelsea was like a mercy fuck for a cuckold. I had to do something about the dog. I called a veterinarian and made the appropriate arrangements. They came and got her, and took her away. Vanessa came home the night I took care of Chelsea and asked where the dog was. I told her the dog was never mine since you gave it to me while you were fucking the asshole. I told her the dog was gone. Vanessa couldn't believe it; her face got all white, she knew I loved that fucking dog. I did love the dog; I just couldn't keep it, not here, not now, not any more. Chelsea was just a reminder of my whore wife. Vanessa cried a little bit; just a tear or two. The bitch knew the truth; she'd bought the fucking dog just to assuage her guilty conscience. Sure, she pretended to feel bad, but I knew the truth. My favorite hobby is golf. I have a great set of clubs. Unfortunately, you guessed it, all but one or two of the clubs were gifts from Vanessa. I gave the clubs away. I got them appraised first; they were pretty expensive, I knew that, and I put the appraisal in a manila folder. Since I kept my clubs downstairs Vanessa didn't notice their absence right away. It didn't matter. I just didn't give a shit. I went upstairs to our bedroom and rummaged around and found all our photo albums. I also found several dozen old VHS tapes and a bunch of DVDs all with Christmas shit, dance recital shit, little league stuff, and all kinds of other worthless crap happily married people accumulate so they can look back on their lives when they get old and grey. Well I was as grey as I was going to get. None of this shit was mine; it didn't matter to me anymore. How did I know they were my kids, and all the other stuff, the pictures and all only reminded me of when Vanessa was fucking Mr. Big Shot. Yeah, there she was smiling at me in all these pictures, while all the while she was giving away my heart and soul. I loaded all this phony memorabilia up in six boxes and drove over to James's house. I sat down and showed him and his wife what I had. I told them I wanted them to have it. James said he couldn't take it since it was mine and his mom's. I told him if he didn't want it I was throwing the shit away. He told me to take it home and save it for when we could all look at it together at some later time. He didn't understand. I tried to explain there wouldn't be any later time. I took the shit to my wife's daughter's and made her the same offer. She gave me the same answer. On the way home I stopped behind a supermarket and dumped all the garbage that I thought had been my life in their dumpster. Nobody seemed to get it; my life, Vanessa's life, it was all just so much detritus, so much trash. That night Vanessa got a call from Karen. Karen told Vanessa what I'd brought over. Vanessa asked me what I was doing. I told her I was getting rid of all the shit I had no stake in anymore. I told her it didn't mean anything to me since they probably weren't my kids anyway. She asked me where I put the photos and the videos. I told her what I'd done with them. She got hysterical. I thought it was fucking funny. I asked the cheating bitch why she cared since she was busy fucking old Romeo while I was taking all the pictures and doing all the recording. She said it wasn't like that. I told her it was exactly like that. I saw the videos and pictures. I told her all her fuck pictures were her real life story. What we had was a sham. She got mad and yelled at me. She ran all around the house wringing her hands and crying like she was going to find the shit. Inside I wanted to cry, but I covered it up, and laughed. She asked me which dumpster. I told her I didn't remember. She called James and Karen and the three of them spent the entire night going from supermarket to supermarket trying to find the shit. Well good luck! She got back the next morning. She looked as grey as death. They never found anything. I hoped she'd figured it out. All we ever had, all we ever did was a lie, but I don't think she got it. I had other worthless shit I had to unload. I had a shit pot full of tools in the garage. I had several chain saws; a really expensive table saw Vanessa had bought me about twelve years ago. There were ratchet sets, rotary saws, automotive supplies, shovels, pitchforks, a riding lawnmower, a push mower, two weed whackers, a lawn rake, a spreader, and hundreds of other types of tools. I called a guy who ran an auction. He came, gave me a price, loaded the shit up, and drove away. Just as he drove away Vanessa pulled up. It couldn't have worked better if I had timed it. I hadn't. She wanted to know what was going on. I told her since I was going to be gone soon I wouldn't need any of that shit. I gave her the check. She started crying again. She wanted to know what I was really doing. I told her I was making a clean break. I told her when I was done and gone any fake guilt she had she could throw out too. I told her she threw my life away the first time she took that bastard's dick in her mouth. I told her I hoped it tasted good; after all she'd paid for it. She tried to grab me and hold me. She cried. I just stood there. I wanted to cry too, but it was too late for that. As my favorite musical group the Eagles once sang; 'I was already gone'. Finally she just stood there on the driveway with one hand holding her forehead; her silent tears were just sort of dripping down to the macadam. Her hair was a mess. I sort of wanted to hold her and comfort her. I couldn't do it. When I looked at her mouth, her face, all I saw was Wolman's dick. I hated her for what she'd done to me, to us, to what I thought we had. I very politely told her, "Vanessa you've got to face the truth. You have intimacy issues. I suggest you take a plane, go to Wolman's grave site, and throw yourself on it. Maybe he'll reach up out of his box, through the dirt and massage your filthy cunt." She sat down; right there on the asphalt and, all the while weeping sobbing, she whimpered, "I'm sorry I'm so sorry. I wished I'd never been born." I smiled and answered, "Me too." I walked back in the house to start my next project. There were still a few things left. Downstairs in my 'so called' man cave was a pretty nice collection of books, many of them first editions, a lot of them were books Vanessa had hunted down and gotten for me. One was a rare first edition she'd hunted down and found in Iceland. We'd made a vacation out of it. We went to Iceland and she bought me the book. I remembered we'd gone skiing, got lazy in a hot tub, and made what I thought was love. Boy was I stupid. I called a book collector. She came and gave me a ridiculously low price. I took the check and stuffed it in the manila folder. When I was a kid, and later in college I had been a volunteer fireman. When I got older I had to give the actual fireman thing up, but I'd started collecting vintage models of fire engines. I was sixty, and I had over thirty of these old model fire engines. Some of them were damn rare, and some were prohibitively expensive. One Vanessa had found and had paid over a thousand dollars for. She'd wrapped it up and given it to me for Christmas. That was just five years ago. Now when I looked at it all I saw was her lover's semen on her face. Once it had been a beautiful gift; now it was ugly to me. You can be sure anything Vanessa ever bought me was like jaundice. Now everything I saw she ever got for me was like looking at maggots; maggots that were eating away my soul. I called a collector; got another cheesy price, and sold the whole collection. I stuffed that check in the folder with the other stuff. Later when she got home Vanessa heard me downstairs. I was vacuuming up the now empty man cave when she came down. She started crying all over again. She didn't have to ask, but I told her fornicating ass anyway, "This was mostly shit you bought me or helped me get. I don't want it." I told her it was just too painful to look at. She just sat there on the bottom step, put her head in her hands and cried. Her whole body just shook. She was like convulsed with these big sobs. I wondered what she expected; that I would thank her for killing me? She begged me to stop selling and throwing away all the stuff that had mattered so much to the two of us. I told her since she threw away my heart none of this shit mattered anymore. I told her it was all hateful to me now. I told her all this stuff was just a bunch of guilt gifts. She'd bought them to ease her own conscience; they had nothing to do with love. I said if she'd ever loved me she wouldn't have sold herself to her fucking boss. I explained to her the least she could have done was tell me so I could leave her cheating ass and get on with my life, but fuck, I was sixty now, I was too old. I told her it was too late for me. She begged me to think about what she called 'us'. I told her there was no 'us' only her because pretty soon I'd be gone, as in like nonexistent, as in dead. Of course she cried. She wasn't looking too good. She was pale as shit, and I could tell she wasn't eating. Once I would have been all over her trying to comfort and love her. Not anymore. I felt awful, but I just couldn't bring myself to touch her, all I saw were her lascivious smiles on their damned DVDs. I told her, "Yeah, after I'm gone, you can spend the rest of your life with your DVDs watching your dead lover fuck you." I kind of doubted that would happen; I told her she'd find another tool someplace. She didn't know it, but every time I got rid of something I cried. It was like every gift, every piece of memorabilia, every memento, got its own private funeral. I hurt, I really hurt. I knew I was dead. I couldn't turn the page and start over. There were no new chapters. When I thought about turning the page all I saw were the words –'the end'. I think that finally got her. I think that was when she realized what this was really all about. Think about it; what is the last thing somebody does just before they know they're going to die. They give everything away. Since I had no one I could honestly say cared about me or belonged to me; I figured it didn't matter who got the shit. When I was a younger man in college I was too impecunious to be able to join a fraternity, but the frats played Sunday afternoon football. They played for money. It was down and dirty; three downs and you either scored a touchdown or punted. This one fraternity hired me and two of my best friends to play for them. I got paid in beer and free use of the upstairs rooms at the frat house. One day we were playing, and on a kick off my best friend ran down field to make a tackle. By a fluke chance he got kicked in the head and was dead in twenty minutes. He was twenty when it happened. Now I was sixty; I'd lived three times as long as my best friend. I'd done shit he never got to do. His life had ended on a Sunday afternoon; mine ended on a similar Saturday, but I got an extra forty years, so who was I to complain. Yeah, a kid's foot killed my friend; a woman's cruelty killed me. What the fuck; when it's over it's over. Revelations Ch. 02 There's a verse to an old song about Jesse James. It goes something like this: 'The victory goes to the strongest, and only the strong shall survive, survival is living the longest, but nobody gets out alive.' Yeah, nobody gets out alive. All that was left was some old jewelry, a few very personal pictures I'd kept, some 'family pictures' around the house, and one or two pictures Vanessa had in her wallet. I got the two rings she'd bought me; one a nice onyx, the other a handsome garnet. She'd gotten me a nice wristwatch once for Christmas; there were three sets of cuff links, and the special cross she'd bought on our first wedding anniversary. I hated to give up that cross. We'd been so poor then, and I thought we were happy, but it hurt too much to keep it. I took this shit to a pawn shop on the south side of town and sold it all for a song. I wanted Vanessa to make a final decision about this crap so I put the pawn ticket in the manila envelope just in case she wanted to get it all back and resell it for a better price. I had kept this stuff in a small jewelry box she'd bought me. I threw the jewelry box out. When she came into the bedroom and saw it was missing she didn't even bother to ask. She just sat on the side of the bed and cried some more. I mean after all, there wasn't anything to talk about anymore was there? I mean damn it; all the warmth I'd once felt for her was gone. I just felt cold and dead. Well there wasn't much left to do. When I first started my 'clean out' I had gone to a lawyer and I'd made all my 'final special arrangements' There were still the pictures around the house, but by the time I got to the jewelry Vanessa was afraid to leave the house or leave me alone. She kept following me around like she waiting for me to stuff a knife in my chest. Well not yet. I had to get a friend to make a bogus call to get her out of the house. While she was gone I took down all the family pictures that had me in them. I cut myself out and put them back. I knew I couldn't get to her wallet easily, but I had managed to get into it the night before while she was asleep. I did the pictures. I had removed the five pictures in her wallet that included me. There were two of us together; one was of us on our wedding day, that one really hurt. I flushed them down the toilet. I took the manila envelope upstairs and put it in the back of her closet. I figured she wouldn't find it for months, and by then I'd be so long gone as to be unrecognizable. I sat down at my laptop and wrote James and Karen a letter. I certainly wasn't going to write Vanessa anything; she had her dead lover's letter. I printed out two copies, and mailed them the old fashioned way. I knew that would take a couple days; just long enough for me to make my final departure. I was so unhappy. I knew I was already dead. I just didn't care what I said. All I wanted to do was hurt Vanessa. Like Wolman I was leaving her my posthumous fuck you. What did I write James and Karen? Well it wasn't real pretty. Dear James and Karen; I'd like to address you as my children, but I can't be sure if you're really mine. Ask your mother about that. Maybe you can do a DNA check? Sorry if that sounds cruel; maybe you should ask your mother. Honestly, your lack of interest in the pictures and DVDs may have been proof you already knew I wasn't your real father. I just don't know. By the time you get this I'll be gone. The man you knew as Victor Brown will be dead. Your mother killed him. You can ask her about it. I can't guarantee she'll tell you the truth about how this happened so I've enclosed a DVD of your mother and her 'special' friend that will explain things. Watch it; I'm sure you'll find it educational. I've included copies of some of your mother's emails too. I'm sorry I won't be there for you or for your children, but you'll always have your mother. I signed it Victor Brown (deceased) I got all my personal papers, my driver's license, voter's card, credit cards, and passport, and put them in a small folder. I got in my car and drove to my lawyer's. I had my last days all figured out. After I drove to my lawyer's where I signed the paper to my Lexus over to him with the promise he'd tell Vanessa he'd bought it for a dollar. He gave me the few things I still needed and I left Houston. I went to the airport, got a ticket, and boarded a plane. As the plane took off I looked down on the city that had been so good to me for so long. I knew I'd miss the place. I looked down and sort of saw where my home once was. I felt a lot of regret, but I felt an odd sense of calm too; I knew my life was just about over. I took a flight to Miami where I boarded a Royal Caribbean cruise liner that was bound for the Bahamas. The liner had to pass through the Straits of Florida; some of the most treacherous waters in the western Atlantic. It was late, it was nighttime. I stood on the edge of the deck, nobody else was around. I looked down into the dark forbidding waters of the North Atlantic. I shed a tear. This was where it would all end. I didn't see any other alternative. I walked to the edge of the vessel. I leaned over. This was it! Victor Brown was about to die. It would all be over; the pain, the questions, the misery, all gone. I shed a tear. Good bye Victor! I threw all my Victor Brown identity cards over the side. An Epilogue of sorts: The next morning the boat docked at the tourist section on Nassau Island. I rented a motorcycle and rode to the main city on the far end of the island. I got out my new passport with my new identity; the identity I told my lawyer I wanted him to develop. I went to the airport, and I bought a one way ticket to Grand Cayman. I had an old friend who'd divorced his wife and had moved to the Cayman Islands some years before. His name is Jim Cavendish. He's a bartender at one of the hotels. I took the flight to Grand Cayman, and got off the plane. Early on when I knew Victor had to die I'd asked Jim if I could join him in his dream. He said I could. So Victor Brown was dead. Somewhere out on the Atlantic floated all his identity papers. Vanessa would never know what happened. As far as I was concerned she was dead too. She could fuck anybody she wanted now. I stepped from the plane a new man in a new world. From this day forward I was Gary Owen. I liked that name; it reminded me of George Armstrong Custer. I'd done it; Victor Brown's Last Stand! As I walked toward Jim's car there was only one remaining reminder of my past life; seated in the back of Jim's car was my girl, the one truly good thing Vanessa had given me that she could never sully, there she was; my chocolate lab Chelsea wagging her tail. I really loved that damn dog. A Postscript: I think I'm still fucked! I wish I could tell you that's how it all ended; I mean that I settled in with Jim and started a new life. It's just a damn shame; here I am two years older and living in a tropical paradise. I'm happy. I have a beautiful new companion who's a youthful fifty-six. She loves me dearly. Man I'm sixty-two years old and can get it up almost every night. I keep thinking about that Toby Keith song, 'I'm not as good as I once was; but I'm as good once as I ever was!' We have a wonderful 'open' relationship. Life couldn't get any better. The fly in the ointment you ask? My lawyer with whom I've surreptitiously kept in touch with in Houston emailed me some disquieting news. My 'wife', her two children and her now four grandchildren found out I'm still alive. They've found out where I live. Fuck! They're on their way! A note to the readers; if there are any. I don't know what to say. This really isn't my story. We'll have to see whether alex_lover wants us to let you know what happens next. Me, I'd kind of like to find out how the bitch handled my 'death', how she explained the videos to 'her' children, and what she thinks will happen when she finds me here all tanned, toned, and relaxed sipping Margaritas. If any of you are inclined, please make a comment. I won't improve if I don't get some constructive criticism. The there's Victor, I mean Gary. What do you think he should do when the bitch shows up? Thanks again to Harryr, and to alex_lover. carvohi Revelations Ch. 03 A special thanks to Frontma for making this a better read. * The trip back home was uneventful. There had been a couple of calls from his daughter and some from his wife. There was one SMS text message from Vanessa reminding him to take his medicines. He sent her a reply, as well as his daughter, saying that he had been tired and had gone off to sleep early the previous night with the mobile switched off as the battery was low, and yes, he had taken his medicines as prescribed. He didn't want to talk to his daughter because by now, perhaps she feared for the worst, and if he let slip anything, then her suspicions would stand confirmed and all hell would break loose. He didn't want to talk to Vanessa either for the obvious reasons. She had been unfaithful to him some years back and he had now been unfaithful to her as recently as last night. A lot of emotional swings were taking place inside him. So did that even out the score, one all? Somehow, he had the gut feeling that there was no other man in her past. Should that be making him happy? Did Paula's reasoning come close to helping him in understanding why his wife had an affair with her boss? Were the feelings involved during those so called intimate personal healing sessions similar to those between Paula and him? Had his wife done what she had done with a genuine reason, at least in her own eyes? After all, marriage did not mean the woman surrendered her body and soul to her husband. A woman rightfully had an independent identity before marriage and would continue to have it after marriage also. A marriage, according to him, was the most accepted form of a live-in relationship throughout the world. If one were to use some modern management jargon to describe marriage then, a man and a woman bring in their input into the institution called marriage with the marriage vows defining the basic ground rules to be followed, just like the memorandum and articles of association of a newly formed company. So at the end of the day, the so-called marriage vows are basically a self-defined set of do's and don'ts of the human mind with the fear of God thrown in to ensure better adherence and compliance. Considering all that Paula had said, should he continue or should he stop feeling cheated? Another cock had been welcomed inside her body by his wife. Should he or should he not look upon it as a betrayal because, as Paula had pointed out, it was something his wife had done to help somebody? A part of him urged him to wholeheartedly accept Paula's line of thinking while another part of him continued to look upon it as a betrayal of the worst form, never to be forgiven. A piece of manly flesh entered his wife's body...how angry should he be? If something in the nature of non-consensual sex had occurred then even that would have involved a piece of manly flesh going inside his wife. Would he have treated that as a betrayal? No, definitely not, because his wife had not been involved in that physical activity with her mind. So, what ultimately mattered was what went on in her mind during her tryst with her boss. It was all in the mind, as they say. And how could he correctly judge what her mind was thinking when she bedded her boss, lust or healing? After all, she said she loved him. She hadn't left him for her boss even though he was now single and available. Should this go in her favour, along with her plea about it being some kind of sexual healing? Shit! Had he not opened that courier, this would have always remained her secret and gone to her grave with her and he would have continued to live happily in ignorant bliss. In the end, it all boiled down to how you perceived her actions, as an action done to help somebody in need or an action to enjoy some variety in bed. He still hadn't found an answer to the last question when his house came into view and he was soon parking in the driveway. The meeting with Paula and her plausible explanation for his wife's rationale behind her actions had definitely helped him in getting some clarity on the main issue. Funnily enough, it was something close to what Vanessa had all along been repeating. Perhaps the visit to the cabin had been fruitful after all. Vanessa was waiting for him as he walked in from the garage door. She seemed to have wilted in the last couple of days. Her face continued to bear a deathly pallor and it seemed she hadn't slept much. There were more streaks of grey in her hair than ever before. "Hi," she said tentatively, and came up to him and gave a hug. Victor found himself returning it. He was surprised. Perhaps it was the talk with Paula or the feeling of guilt he harboured inside him. She went on to ask him about his trip and he replied back politely. He told her about Paula and her family but omitted the details about their romp in the night. In turn, she brought him up with the happenings in their children's lives. His grandchildren missed him terribly and they wanted them to visit, the sooner the better. All along, Vanessa had been eyeing him cautiously. Perhaps she had deliberately spoken about their grandchildren because both of them adored them. Victor too acknowledged that he missed them but refused to comment upon when they would make a visit to their children's place together. Both of them refrained from talking about that big elephant in the room. He had just returned home and, being a Sunday, they had all the time in the world. She prepared some of his favourite foods for lunch and by the time he bathed and came downstairs, the food had been tastefully laid out on the table. They made some light talk as they ate. Most of the talking was done by Vanessa while Victor interjected every now and then. He was exhausted both mentally and physically and was thankful Vanessa had refrained from broaching the sensitive subject. After lunch he excused himself and retired to rest in the master bedroom. Later in the day they visited the local mall to make some purchases. On the way back, they happened to cross the children's park and decided to stop and spend some time there. Watching the children at play with their mothers fussing around nearby was exhilarating. It brought back fond memories of their own days as responsible parents. They began talking about some of the incidences as though it had just been yesterday. Finally, Victor decided to bring up the topic. "Why did you have that affair?" Vanessa took a deep breath before replying. Perhaps she too had sensed that this was not going to be an ordinary Sunday outing. "Victor, I had never planned on cheating on you. You must believe me. As I told you before, we, at the office, could see that Harry had totally withdrawn himself. It ... it was sad and kinda scary too, to see a grown up man, somebody we've all known and admired, slowly waste himself away. Initially we had decided that I would be around him to ensure he began taking interest in the day-to-day activities." "Why you and not some other woman on the staff?" Vanessa blushed and looked away, her cheeks and neck turning a dark shade of red. "He...he always had a crush for me," she started off hesitantly. "During time at the office he would never fail to hit upon me. A girl realises that, however hidden it may be." "And so you volunteered to take up the onus of delivering the healing touch upon yourself," cut in Victor disgustedly. Suddenly he remembered that night at the party so long ago at Harry's place. "You remember that evening when I walked in on you two on the patio? Tell me honestly what you two were doing all alone in the dark." That seemed to embarrass his wife even more and her face took on an even darker hue of red. "He...he was dry humping me," she finally managed to confess. "With his wife and your husband in the next room! That bastard!" spat out Victor vehemently. Vanessa cringed at his outburst. "Darling, now that he's dead we shouldn't be ..." "And the two of you have turned me into the living dead, what about that? The images of my wife and her lover fucking in every possible manner and just about everywhere are permanently burnt into my memory. It might have been a healing touch for you but your expression seems to clearly show you enjoying it as much as you enjoy with me, perhaps even more. That...those shots of you with a strap-on fucking him in the ass with the other end pushed into your cunt and pleasuring you didn't seem to be nothing but some good hard fucking," hissed Victor. "Oh, Victor...oh, no, no," wailed Vanessa softly. "I...I never knew he was recording us. Oh, shit, what have I done? I...I never realised the damage it could possibly wreak upon us." The words were now coming out intermittently in jumbles. Vanessa had covered her face with her hands and was silently sobbing. "That bastard got real lucky. God knows what you had been thinking when you began your healing therapy but it seemed Harry got a new fuck partner to replace his dead wife in his bed and he seemed to have made the most of it, at his house, at the beach, at his yacht...everywhere," whipped out Victor angrily. There was an awkward silence then as neither had anything more to add. They continued to gaze at the children playing with laughter on their faces. Vanessa had her handkerchief in her hand and would wipe her eyes every now and then. Then, after taking a deep breath, she turned towards him and spoke once again. "I...I had a call from the lawyers in Dallas. It was about that million dollars he left for me. I told them to pass it on to his family," she said continued quickly. Victor suddenly felt as though the entire city's shit had just been dumped on him. He had completely forgotten about the portraits and the money they had fetched. He now smiled sardonically. He was perhaps one of the greatest cuckolds in the history of mankind. The bastard had made a million-dollar payment for bedding his wife. He wondered how that doctor was feeling. His wife had slept with the General and like his own wife, she had also earned a lot of dollars for herself by writing a book about her paramour. Was the doctor also feeling like he was? But there was a difference. In his case, he had got to know about the cuck money before it got transferred into their bank account. In the case of the doctor, the money from the publication of the book must have been received and spent by him on himself and his family before he got to know it was a cuck payment. The poor sod. "Yes, the payment for your services! How could I have forgotten that? Tell me, my dear wife, had I remained completely ignorant of your affair, would you have refused the money coming your way?" The ensuing silence was more than self-explanatory. "Victor, I...I never looked upon my actions as detrimental towards you..." Victor stopped her short with a show of his palm and stood up. They had been through all of that before and they were not going anywhere. "Enough Vanessa. That was your well-earned money and what you do with it is not my business." Vanessa looked up at him with a shocked expression on her face, almost as though she had been slapped hard. "Don't say that. You make me sound like a whore," she whispered almost inaudibly. "When did the two of you select those paintings?" "It...it was when we spent a few days on his yacht," replied Vanessa hesitantly, refusing to meet his eyes. "I bet the office thought you two were on an official tour." The silence was convicting. "Well, Vanessa, you spent some time on his yacht amongst other places getting your brains fucked out. Perhaps you thought you were on a noble mission but the actions of that bastard clearly show he never looked upon it that way. He filmed you getting fucked by him in every imaginable position and more, just like any other SANE guy would do if he were so inclined. The nobility of you spreading your legs for him never ever entered his mind...and he also makes a nice tidy payment for the services rendered. He could have willed those paintings over to you if he had had some feelings for you but no, he doesn't do that. He has them sold off as he has no use for them and gives you the sales proceeds to take care of your monetary requirements in your mature years, as you are no doubt no longer as young as you once were. You decide what that makes you." "Please, don't say it like that...please. I never knew he was recording us," sobbed out Vanessa once again. Victor walked away from his sobbing wife. It was a good ten minutes before Vanessa came out of the park and joined him in the car. The drive back home was silent. Vanessa went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner. Victor took a bottle of Jack Daniel and went to the den. He was in no mood for eating but he didn't stop his wife from preparing the dinner. At least that kept her away from him. "She still thinks she was on a noble mission," thought Victor angrily. He stared blankly ahead while his mind kept going over each bit of conversation he had had with his wife. The bottle of JD was by now half empty and Vanessa had retired to bed a long time back. When she had called him for dinner, he had dismissed her with a wave of his hand. He had then heard her sobbing her way up the stairs. The dinner lay cold on the kitchen table. "Is she trying to cover up her affair by saying it was some kinda healing touch? Or should I go by Paula's line of reasoning that she did what she thought was correct in the given situation?" He desperately wanted to believe his wife. Even if he were to believe her version about some healing stuff, he was still not sure if he could forgive her. The road ahead was no less bumpy. But he had to first decide upon a starting point of reference before moving forward, either accept her version on face value or go by the call of the demons raging inside his head. He needed some more information, not from his wife but preferably from a third unbiased source. How? From whom? The empty glass slipped from his hands. Another bottle of JD lay near empty beside him. He had been drinking a lot since this started. He shut his eyes and leaned back on his easy chair. Where? Where could he get some more information from? Was there something he had missed out on in the CD's? Images of his wife fucking away merrily with her boss began to replay in his mind. His body tensed as his mind replayed one of the scenes where they were sitting by the pool. In fact, Harry was on a deck chair while his naked wife was astride him with her lover's cock buried inside her. She was rocking to and fro and had a silly smile on her face while Harry had grabbed her boobs with both his hands. He was saying something and Vanessa seemed to be smiling in response. Then her eyes became unfocussed and she lost all interest in whatever dirty talking Harry was doing. "She's close to her orgasm," thought Victor angrily. He knew that look very well. By now her mouth had partially opened to form a small 'o' and her to and fro rocking movements had increased in intensity. Suddenly she went still and then slowly slipped down to lie on top of her lover. Harry put his arms around her and pulled her closer. They lay there like that for some time. Harry could be seen moving his palm all over her naked back. His wife had her eyes closed and seemed to be relaxing in the afterglow of her orgasm. Then Harry began kissing her fervently before rolling on top of her and placed his mouth on her right breast while he began kneading her left boob with his hand. He continued to ravish her for some time and then pulled back to sit on his knees. It was then Victor saw that his cock was standing straight up. The bastard hadn't shot his cum yet. No doubt he had some good staying power. He saw his wife looking at her lover's erection with pure lust in her eyes. Then Harry began moving forward to enter his wife. "Nooo..." screamed out his mind. Paula said it's only some healing of the body and soul. She's not supposed to be smiling lustily. Oh, God, he's entering her ..." Victor's eyes snapped open. He looked around. It was late in the night and the only sound to be heard was that of his ragged breathing. His face was covered with perspiration and he had an erection! No doubt that trauma of seeing his wife with another man was sending all sorts of zigzag signals. The booze was also having its effect by now. Victor ripped off his clothes and took his erection in his hand. He closed his mind and another set of images began playing across it. This time the CD images were from Harry's yacht during the trip when the lovers had purchased the paintings. They were both naked and he could make out the dark triangle between her thighs. They were standing together and drinking from the same glass while Harry steered the yacht with one hand. His other hand was draped possessively across his wife's back. No, they were, in fact, placed on her ass cheeks and he seemed to be squeezing them every now and then. His wife, too, had her free hand draped across her lover's waist and she was squeezing his buttocks and talking. Her eyes were sparkling with vigour and...and the afterglow of some raw, hard fucking. Harry then said something to his wife. She looked around as if to see whether any other yacht was close by. She then put down the glass and went down on her knees in front of her lover. "Oh, shit, no...no" screamed his mind. Victor kept his eyes shut tight while his hand worked furiously in tune to the action being played out in his mind. "Noooo ..." he shouted out loud, his veins sticking out in his neck. She had just swallowed him in and the bastard was happily smiling. Victor opened his eyes. He was hard, very hard. He would show her what sexual healing his. Yes, yes, he would show her, thought his drunken mind, as he staggered up to their bedroom. His wife was sleeping on her back. He could hear her deep breathing. Victor clambered onto the bed and came close to the sleeping form of his wife. He could see her nightie had ridden up to expose her creamy white thighs. He moved closer and began playing his hand over her thighs, marvelling at her smoothness. His hands brushed her womanly trove and he became still. Then he settled between her thighs and inserted his long manhood inside her and began fucking her. He began building up to a faster pace. Vanessa opened her eyes in surprise but did not try to dislodge him. It was just fucking, pure and simple fucking. Vanessa adjusted her position to make her husband more comfortable on top of her. She clasped her hands around him and pulled him close and began kissing him. Victor grunted in response and increased the pace of his raw, hard fucking. He could sense his wife's body responding. Her tunnel had become wet with her natural fluids. "Yes, baby, yes," she gasped out in response to his powerful thrusts. By now Victor had grabbed both her breasts in his hands and was hammering away in full gusto in an almost animalistic response to claim what was his, trying to go in as deep as possible so that when he shot his cum, they would overcome all the seeds deposited inside his woman by Harry and she would be then his and his only. "Take me...take me...harder...yeah, harder," moaned Vanessa as her body moved in an undulating rhythm, matching each penetration. Victor froze as though he had been pole-axed. He could sense his cock wilting... wilting in defeat. Vanessa opened her eyes and looked up at him questioningly. Those words of passion let out by his wife were the very same he had heard her utter when Harry had been on top of her during one of their fucking sessions at his house. Victor had run that part again and again, not believing the sounds his wife had been making, and so the words had been kinda burnt permanently into his mind. The two had been fucking in Harry's living room and those had been her exact words of ecstasy. Revelations Ch. 03 Once again thanks to Alex for allowing me to continue his story, and many thanks to Harryr for his editing. Prologue: Victor Brown was gone, and Gary Owen was left to carry on; yet the reality was still the same. The man who'd destroyed all he could of his old life, the man who'd changed his name, the man who'd moved to a tropical paradise was still the same unhappy human being who'd been lied to and betrayed by the one person he'd loved more than other. Every single day; regardless of time and place, be it a seasonally frigid winter, hot and dry Texas summer, or now the forever balmy Grand Cayman the man once known as Victor Brown could never forget, he could never stop loving, he could never overcome his anger, and he could certainly never forgive. This left him a wretched tormented soul; so he drank by day and tended bar by night. Poor Victor; his existence was one continuous horrible unending nightmare. Oh he could laugh and gaily go about pretending to be the carefree bachelor by day, but late at night, during those long... dark... silent morning hours he was still as miserable as he'd been in Houston. At each beautiful ocean sunrise he awakened, his body blanketed in sweat, eyes red and stained by countless tears, and his heart again savagely ravaged in a million pieces. He was doomed to lie there, in the dark, alone, and unhappy; he was destined like Prometheus to be bound and be mercilessly ripped and torn to shreds each and every day. The dream was always the same. She'd be standing there in the corner of their first apartment; the ghost of the woman he'd married and loved for thirty years. She was there, arms outstretched, smiling demurely, lovingly, wearing the long white negligee she'd gotten for their wedding night. The dream never changed; there they were, young, happy, bathed in the warm tender glow of their new love. Then, just as his beautiful brown haired wife reached out to embrace and kiss him, the other man, that fiendish Harry Wolman, stepped between. He'd yank his sweetheart away. He'd throw her to her knees at his feet. He'd masturbate till he ejaculated; his penis always abnormally large, larger by far than Victor's own, and from his outlandishly enormous prick, he'd spew his white sticky smelly semen all over his adoring wife's face. Then always, as the filthy goo covered his sweetheart's nose, lips, and eyes, her warm affectionate smile metamorphosed into a harsh and ugly sneer. She would laughingly mock, "At last, a real man, a real man's dick!" Victor would awaken and burst into tears, 'Why? How could you? Vanessa how could you hate me so? How could you destroy our happy home? How could you so selfishly wipe out everything we had?' Then the morning sun would burst through. The dark shadows would disperse. Victor would awaken. He'd wipe the sleep from his eyes. It was just a dream, just a repeat the same dream; the same identical dream over and over, every night, night after night. He'd get up, shower, shave, slip on his khaki shorts, pull on a comfortable shirt, slide his feet into a pair of relaxed fit sandals, and pour himself another glass of his standard morning breakfast, a tall glass half filled with Jim Beam Bourbon or Jack Daniels Whiskey. Thusly girded he'd step out to greet another perfect morning. If he was lucky his mind would be so clouded by alcohol that by midday all thought of the past and the inevitability of his next night's slumber would be pushed away. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Stepping back to Texas; the day Victor Brown left town. Vanessa was worried. Victor was still upstairs. She told herself, 'I've got to keep a constant eye on everything he does. He's thrown away or sold nearly everything we've ever valued. I see what he's doing. He's planning his own suicide. Oh Victor; how can I make you understand? I'm sorry. I was wrong, I was stupid. You've got to forgive me. You've got to let me help you go on. I love you. You're my one and only true love.' Wringing her hands she continued to browbeat herself,'I wished he'd just come downstairs and beat me. He could beat me every day for the rest of our lives. Tie me to the bed, fuck me night and day. Make me your slave. I'll do anything. I never dreamed I'd be caught. I never imagined you'd find out. I had no idea how hard it could be for you, for me. Please come downstairs. Victor I love you. You've got to forgive me! We can get through this if we stick together.' Just then the phone rang, 'Should I answer it or should I let Victor answer it? I'll wait. He should answer. If I answer he might start thinking something...' Upstairs Victor picked up the phone, "Carson? You're ready?" He set the phone on the bed and called downstairs to his soon to be ex-wife. Harshly he yells, "Vanessa!" She called back upstairs, "Yes darling?" "It's for you!" Vanessa picked up the receiver. She heard Victor as he put the upstairs phone back on the hook, she speaks into the mouthpiece, "Yes, this is Vanessa Brown." Over the line she hears a vaguely familiar voice, "Ms. Brown. This Is Ultimate Image Hair Salon and Stylists. A gentleman, a Mr. Victor Brown has scheduled a hair appointment, a massage, and a fitting for you for 1:00 p.m. this afternoon. Will you be able to make it?" Vanessa is surprised and amazed, 'Has Victor scheduled a day at the beauty parlor for me? Is this the start of something? Has he reconsidered?' She replies over the phone, "Yes I'll be there. What time? You said 1:00 p.m." The person over the phone responds, "You'll be busy most of the afternoon. Please try to get here by one o'clock." Vanessa bursts with joy, 'Yes, Victor's reconsidered!' She puts down the phone and dashes upstairs. Victor is standing beside the bed. She runs to him and clasps him in her arms, "Oh Victor. I love you." Victor makes no move, "You should leave right away. You'll be quite a while." Without further comment Vanessa grabs her purse and a lightweight jacket. She leans back, grabs his face in her hands and kisses him, "Oh Victor I love you so much!" She flings herself down the stairs. Her husband has begun to reconsider. We're going to make it! As Vanessa pulls down the drive in her beige BMW, Victor watches from an upstairs window. He laughs bitterly to himself, 'This gives me all afternoon to remove the pictures and the last of the memorabilia. I now have the time to get to my lawyer and carry out the last steps in my final demise.' Vanessa drives to the beauty parlor. This is no ordinary beauty parlor; this is the Ultimate Image! They not only style hair, they do nails, skin tones, facials, and massages. They have a separate room, a full scale boutique with all sorts of clothing. She's sure when she's finished with the beauty treatment Victor will have provided several choices of wearing apparel. This had happened once before for their Silver Wedding Anniversary. Yes Victor is coming around! Who knows he might even forgive her? She cries out, "Oh thank you God, thank you for giving me back my life!" All afternoon Vanessa is treated like a fairy princess. They do her hair, her nails, and her skin. She's given a full body massage, everything! She's whisked over to the boutique where she has the choice of several dresses. Her coordinator explains they have till six o'clock to get her ready. She's to be taken by limousine to Swayne's, the most expensive and most widely respected restaurant in all Houston. There she is to await the arrival of her date. Her date! Her husband! At 5:45 she's fully prepared; she's attired in a $1,200.00 gold cocktail dress with all the ancillaries, new purse, new shoes, stockings, new gold watch, expensive new dinner ring, everything. Victor has outdone himself. She's the happiest she's been in years. They're starting over. Oh she'll be the best wife. She'll make it up to him. He'll see; every day she'll wash, no she'll kiss his feet! He'll learn to love her all over again! Vanessa arrives right on time. She's escorted to a table near the center of the main dining room. The hostess says she's to await her date there. The hostess explains he'll be along shortly. Vanessa is so excited! She waits expectantly. At 6:30 Vanessa asks her hostess if she's heard anything. The hostess tells her not to worry. At 7:00 Victor still hasn't arrived. By 8:00 Vanessa has become suspicious. All around her diners have come and gone; many have cast curious looks her way, perhaps they're wondering what she's supposed to be doing. She hasn't ordered. All she's had is water. At 9:00 she realizes the hostess who seated her has gone home. She asks one of the replacement waiters if they've heard anything. His response is a disquietingly oblique smile. He doesn't know what she's talking about. At last at 10:00 someone arrives with a note. She opens and reads it, "Regrets, your date has been called away." That was it? There was no date. There was no last minute reconciliation. It's all been a cruel joke. Vanessa picks up her purse and goes to the lobby to summon a taxi to take her home. She cries all the way back to their house. When she gets home the house is dark. She unlocks the front door, she steps inside and flicks on the living room light. The first thing she notices is the family portrait over the mantle; Victor's image has been cut away. Vanessa walks to the mantle and notices other pictures around the living room, there's the picture of the four of them when the children were small, only now Victor's portion is gone. It's the same with all the portraits and photos; her husband has exorcized himself from everything. She staggers to the sofa; she sits down and bursts into tears. The trip to Ultimate Image and the date at Swayne's had all been a cruel subterfuge, a hoax to get her out of the house so he could carry out this last act of sabotage. Now she knows; he's gone. It's over. Her infidelity has destroyed her marriage, her life, everything. No not everything; there's the children, she still has her babies. Maybe with their help she... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Vanessa ponders her choices. I didn't know what to do so I decided to wait. I couldn't conceive of Victor actually leaving. No my guess was he took off for the lake. We have a cabin up there. He loved the quiet of the lake. I'll wait; I know he'll be back. He might hate me now, but I know him; he'll be back. He loves me. He's a fixer, he'll find a way. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Letter to the Children: James and Karen knew something terrible was happening with their parents, but neither was prepared to investigate. James was busy at work. Karen wasn't the type; she'd wait, she knew her daddy. He was really angry, but her dad was the best, he'd get it together. No matter what mom had done, he'd find a way to fix it. He was always the one who took care of things. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ James got the mail pouch first. I brought this mail packet in, and saw it was addressed to me from dad. Since I had a big contract coming up I figured I'd look at the thing over the weekend. I put it up on the shelf. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Karen's letter came the next day. I got home from shopping shortly after the mail arrived. I found a packet from daddy. I opened it immediately. I was sure this would explain everything, and I was sure daddy would have already started to take steps to fix things. I found the letter and the DVD. I opened packet and read the letter first. Dear James and Karen; I'd like to address you as my children, but I can't be sure if you're really mine. Ask your mother about that. Maybe you can do a DNA check? Sorry if that sounds cruel; maybe you should ask your mother. Honestly, your lack of interest in the pictures and DVDs may have been proof you already knew I wasn't your real father. I just don't know. By the time you get this I'll be gone. The man you knew as Victor Brown will be dead. Your mother killed him. You can ask her about it. I can't guarantee she'll tell you the truth about how this happened so I've enclosed a DVD of your mother and her 'special' friend that will explain things. Watch it; I'm sure you'll find it educational. I've included copies of some of your mother's emails too. I'm sorry I won't be there for you or for your children, but you'll always have your mother. Victor Brown (deceased) I was stunned! My daddy is dead? No! Not my daddy! Gone? Dead? I saw the sign off; it said deceased. That can't be. What's this about DNA? He's not my daddy? That's just crazy! I took the DVD into the den where my husband and I had our entertainment center. I hurriedly scratched through the tape that sealed it shut; I opened the plastic case, turned on the television and DVR and popped in the video. I hit play and sat back. I thought; this had better be good. I watched the video in utter disbelief. That couldn't be my mom, but it was, and the man, that was the man who'd been her boss. I'd never watched any pornography, not before, not ever, but I knew what this was. This was horrible. I don't know what was worse; that I was watching my mom do things I never imagined, that it was with a man who wasn't my daddy, or the horrible realization that it was my daddy who'd sent it to me. At first I got mad at daddy for sending me this, but then I realized why. He was showing me what my mom had done to him, to us. Gosh, no wonder he said I might not be his daughter. Of course I was his daughter. Daddy must have forgotten we were all too much alike. Maybe no one had done any DNA tests, but one look and anyone could tell I was his child. I looked like him. I didn't look anything like that ugly old man my mom was with doing those awful things in that video. That sure was my mother though. I felt nauseous. I needed to talk to James. I saw there were pictures too. I couldn't believe what I saw. The video was horrible! There was my mom, my mom! She was naked on her hands and knees, and she had that man's penis in her mouth. He was squirting his sperm all over her face, and she was smiling. I watched the tape, and I saw my mom take her fingers and wipe that man's sperm off her face and lick her fingers clean. I watched as she licked all that crud off his penis. That was my mom! She was giggling! My mom was giggling! There was a second scene! My mother was on her hands and knees again. That man was pumping his penis in and out of her vagina just like she was some dog! I watched as her boobs swayed back and forth while he pumped in and out. She had a crazy look on her face. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or what. She just had this really crazy look. A third scene came up! She was sitting on his lap. She didn't have any clothes on again! She was bouncing up and down on his thing. He was sucking on her boobs. That was my mother! Those were her boobs. He was sucking on my mom's boobs. Both my brother and I had been breast fed when we were babies. That old man, he must have been eighty years old, he was sucking on my mom's tits! How could she let him do that? How could she let dad see something like this? My daddy watched all this! My God! This was awful! If it was awful for me, then what must it have been like for my daddy? It must have been even more awful for him. Oh daddy! Oh my poor daddy! There was another scene! That old man was kneeling and my mom was licking his rear end. She was licking all around his rectum. My mother was kissing and stuffing her tongue up that awful man's ass! My mom had poop marks on her face! He had this mean smirk on his face. The video wasn't over, but I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand another scene. I turned it off; I took it out of the machine and along with the pictures and the letter put everything back in the packet. I checked the clock. My husband would be home soon. I could never let him see this. I couldn't imagine what kind of things he would think. He might think I was like that! I couldn't cry. I think I wanted to but I couldn't. I had to call my dad. I got my cell phone and tapped in my parent's number. I waited, after three rings someone picked it up. It was mom. Vanessa got the phone. I heard the house phone. Maybe it was Victor. I didn't wait for it to go to the answering machine, "Hello, Victor?" "No mom, it's me. Where's daddy?" "I don't know baby. I thought you might be him." I was really furious, "I'm not your baby. Where's daddy?" Vanessa replied, "I don't know. I'm worried. Are you all right?" I told her, "I got a letter from daddy. He wants to do a DNA check on me and James. I know why too. I saw you in that video." Vanessa was stunned, "You saw...a video?" "No mother. I saw the video! I think you're horrible. You are nothing but a whore!" "Karen, I'm your mother!" "Not anymore! I never want to talk to you again," I hung up! I tapped in my brother's number. Back at the Brown's Vanessa panicked! I held the receiver in my hands. I kept yelling into the phone, "Karen, Karen," finally I got a dial tone. Oh my god! Victor has sent the children a copy of the video. How could he? Now they'll see, they'll know. I sat down on the floor beside the bed. I needed to talk to my son James. I needed to see my children. I needed my husband. I thought to myself, 'Victor why did you do this?' Karen tapped in her brother's cell phone number. It went to voice mail. Karen spoke into the receiver, "James have you opened daddy's packet? If you haven't; open it right away. Call me right back." Later that evening James gave his sister a call. Not like his sister he'd watched the video all the way to the end. He saw spreader bars, bondage sequences, butt plugs, silly costumes, and worst of all he saw the gang bangs. The sight of his mother, herself a woman in late middle age, taking in that old man's enormous cock sickened him. His first reaction was outright condemnation. His mother was a fucking whore. Those feelings quickly subside as he thought about his father. He'd admired his father all his life; he always wanted to grow up and be just like him. His dad Victor was a man who never went off half-cocked. Dad always got all the facts first. This time James wasn't just pissed that his dad sent him and sister this travesty; he was even more pissed that his father hadn't looked more closely. Something just wasn't right, and he intended to find out. James got his sister on the phone, "Hello Karen?" "James, oh James, did you see that horrible video?" "I did. Have you called mom?" "I did, and I told her what I thought of her too." James hesitated before he responded, "I wished you hadn't." "What? James our mom's nothing but a whore, a filthy whore. She betrayed us, our family, and worst of all she betrayed our dad." James had nothing to go on, but he wasn't quite ready to pass judgment, not yet. He gave his sister some advice, "Sis I want you to stay home. Don't call mom again until I go see her. OK?" "If you say so." "I do; now, try to forget what you saw. Put the thing away someplace. If dad calls get back to me right away." "James dad said he was going to commit suicide." "Karen go back and reread the letter. He said a lot of things, but he never mentioned suicide." "You don't think..." He cut her off, "I'm Sergeant Schultz. I know nothing." Through the tears Karen tried to laugh, "OK I'll wait for a phone call from either you or daddy." He answered, "Good girl." Karen put down the receiver. Back when they were children and watched TV Land, Nickelodeon, and the Family Channel they'd seen the old reruns of some ancient TV show about a German prison camp. She remembered the original man who did the Family Feud had been in it, but mostly she remembered that whenever the German Sergeant said 'I know nothing' it meant he knew a lot. God she loved her brother. He was like daddy. If there was anything out of place he'd figure it out. She started to wrap up the nasty DVD. Yes, she had daddy, and she had her big brother too. Revelations Ch. 03 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ James got to his parent's house. All the lights were off. Using his copy of their house key he opened the door, turned on the living room light and looked around. He thought, 'Yeah it was bad, worse than he imagined. The old pictures were still there, but all trace of dad had been removed. He went downstairs. Dad's hideout was barren; there wasn't anything there. He went back upstairs and checked the garage; all the tools and all the garden supplies were gone. He went back inside. So far he hadn't heard anything, but mom's car was in the garage. He started up the stairs. As he ascended the stairs he thought he heard something. He checked the guest room, his old room, Karen's. He checked the main bathroom. Nothing! He'd put it off long enough. The sounds he heard were coming from his parent's bedroom. He walked in. It was dark. He switched on the overhead lights; the ceiling fan his dad had installed started to whirl. He'd installed one in all the bedrooms years ago. That was the kind of man his dad was; a fixer. God he was proud of him. At first he saw nothing; then he saw a closet door; it was slightly ajar. He slowly opened the door. James almost burst into tears, but he managed to hold himself together, "Mom?" She was curled up in the corner of dad's empty closet rocking back and forth, her arms clasped around her knees. All she had on was her bra and panties. Her body was nothing but scratches, and her nails bore witness to the proof the scratches were of her own making. She appeared to be weeping, or at least she had been weeping. He heard her faintly, but couldn't understand a thing she said. James stepped out and away from the closet. He momentarily broke down. After a deep gasp and a few tight hiccoughs he re-gathered his composure. Having looked about the house, reflecting on his dad's visit to his and Karen's houses the other day, and Karen's phone call it was pretty clear his mom had suffered a complete collapse. He pulled out his cell phone and tapped the button for 911. After he gave them the vital information he went back downstairs. He had to think this through. OK, dad saw the video. He responded emotionally; then he probably went deep like mom, but instead of cracking up as mom had done dad had probably put all his organizational skills to work on a plan of vengeance. Yeah, that made sense, dad, instead of floundering around in a closet like mom, had crazily gone in a direction he could understand and manage. The question he had to ask himself though was, 'Had dad gone so far as to plan his own suicide? He might have, but James didn't think so.' He picked his cell phone up again and called his sister back. After two rings she was on the line, "Hello sis?" "Yes?" "OK listen, but don't panic. Mom's had a nervous breakdown," he heard his sister gasp on her end of the line, "Look Karen, sugar, don't you go bonkers. Mom will be all right. I've called emergency. She'd be at Sam Houston General. Meet me there in an hour." He heard his sister crying. He gifted her with a few words of reassurance. He knew he'd need her further down the line, "Not to worry Karen, we'll work it out." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Karen's angry words had driven her mother to and the over her limits of endurance. Vanessa exclaimed, "I don't know what to do! All my life I've provided for my husband. All my life he's been there for me. Oh what I did was awful. I didn't know what I was doing. I thought I was helping. I don't remember a lot of things. Harry said he needed me. Everybody at work said it was my duty. I know now that Victor would never have allowed it, but at the time I almost even told him. Karen hates me. James will kill me. I want my husband! I need my mother! I'm so scared. I'm all alone. Victor where are you? Victor please don't be dead. Oh I've killed the only person I ever truly completely loved.' Shortly thereafter Vanessa slipped inside herself. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ About seven hours later Karen and James were seated in a private room in one of the special areas of the hospital. It wasn't emergency care. The nurse called it surgical step down. It was a place where patients in need of close observation could get it, but it wasn't as exacting as intensive care. Their mother was strapped to a bed. A variety of tubes and objects were inserted in her body. Neither Karen nor James understood everything. They did know their mother seemed to be getting decent care. James spoke softly to his sister, "I want to watch that video again." "Why? Haven't you seen enough?" "You went to college Karen. You remember what went on?" Karen gave him a confused look, "Well I..." James impatiently interrupted, "You remember the date rape drugs, the fraternity parties, the sorority initiations." "Yeah, so what?" "I want to look at mom's face again. She was just too damned happy. She looked too pleased." "You mean?" "Karen there's Ecstasy, roofies, GHB, Ketamine, Sedure, all kinds of hallucinogens. What if mom was high on something? I mean I'm not trying to excuse what I saw, but I'm thinking there might be more to the story." "Why didn't dad think of that?" "Dad went to college at a different time. When he went to college they were putting marijuana in the brownies, and gin was probably the drug of choice." "Mom wouldn't..." He cut her off, "Mom wouldn't take it. Probably not, but what if she were told what she was given was supposed to do one thing and it did something else. What if she was given something and didn't know it? Look I'm not excusing anything, but I knew girls, good girls, who were terribly abused through almost, I say almost, no fault of their own." "That's hard to believe James. Mom wasn't some college sophomore." "I know, but there's something else too." "What's that James?" "Did you see that old man's cock? Did you see how big it was? Man it was huge. He looked like a horse, and he was hard as rock. Listen, he wasn't hard just for a while. He was hard for a long time. Karen I'm young. I don't have that kind of stamina, and his dick was a whale!" "What do you mean?" "Look Karen; you know the magic number in the porn industry?" "No." "It's eight. You've got to have an eight inch cock, and you've got to stay hard for eighty minutes. Well that old man had a lot more than eight inches, and I'd say that was at least a three hour hard on in one of those scenes." "You think he was taking something?" "Karen probably two thirds of the men in Congress have had penile implants, and I bet a lot of the women have had vaginoplasties. Damn Karen they do it on our dime! That old man Wolman had money. You think that old son of a bitch Rupert Murdoch can keep his young Asian wife happy without help, and I don't just mean the blue pill. I'm not saying Murdoch can't get it up, but Karen he's an old man! Hell I'm not blaming him; I'm just saying age takes a toll. Wolman was an old man. A few years ago they say they caught Sylvester Stallone trying to get into Australia with a whole suitcase full of special drugs; you know sexual enhancers. Maybe it was true, maybe not, but men age, and as they age life takes a toll, things get harder, or in this case softer." "You want to study the video to see if mom was drugged." "I want to look first, but I'm no expert. I'll get someone who knows what they're doing to look it over. Karen mom's to blame, but there could be more to it than mom just turning into a whore." "What about daddy." "I'll go see his lawyer. We'll start to call around. He had friends, and he had old friends. I think we'll find something out. I just don't see our dad checking out, not suicide." "I hope so James. I hope it's not just wishful thinking." "Karen we've got to get mom straightened out too. She certainly has a lot of the answers we need." "James?" "Yes sweetie?" "What about the DNA?" "We won't worry about that right now. Dad was just pissed at us for not looking at the pictures. He knows we're his. I'm glad you brought that up though. While we might need to get the DNA evidence someday, I want an expert to look at dad's letter." "Really, why?" "I don't think it sounds like a man about to kill himself. I'll explain that later. We've got enough on our plate with mom right now." Karen was so glad she had James for a brother. He was like dad; he was a problem solver. She smiled and looped her arm in his, "You're my big brother." James wasn't so sure her confidence was justified, but he still leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "It'll be all right sis." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A few weeks later down in the Cayman Islands Gary and Jim were seated at a bar. "Victor, I mean Gary, I'm thinking about getting married again." "You mean that pretty Belgian saleslady has finally proposed?" Jim chucked his friend's arm, "Fuck you asshole. No I'm going to ask her." "She's a great kid. I like her." "Well if I do. I want you to be my best man." "Glad to my friend," Gary waved at the bartender for another Jim Beam. Jim paused; an expression of concern crossed his face, "Gary you've got to slow down. Look I'm drinking coffee, and you're already on your third drink." "I'm thirsty." "Gary it's 11:00 a.m.!" "Jim it's my liver." "You've been crying again. You've heard something." "Good news," was Gary's reply. "Yeah? What?" "The whore bitch who used to be my wife had a nervous breakdown. She's in some nuthouse up in Houston." Jim smirked, "So those have been tears of joy." Gary hiccoughed back a tear. If he wasn't careful he'd be crying again. He'd cried all night as it was, "I hate the whoring bitch. I hope they give her electro-shock therapy. I hope they lobotomize the bitch. I hope she rots in hell!" He started crying again, "God Jim why did she do it to me?" Jim shook his head, 'Damn it Gary get it together. She thinks you're dead! Every day you get one over on her. That should make you feel good!" Gary wiped his face, "You're right Jim. Fuck the bitch. I feel good. She's suffering man, she's really suffering. Yeah I feel good, real good," he didn't though. He was miserable, "Come on let's get in some golf." Jim stood up and smacked his old friend on the back, "Good idea. Let's swat some balls." The two men got up, dropped a miserly gratuity, and left for the public golf course. A note to our readers, if there are any. First thank you for continuing to follow this story. Second, as always your constructive criticism is very important. Leave a comment. Thanks again to Alex for allowing me to continue with Vanessa and Victor. Thanks to Harryr for his proofreading and guidance. Believe me this tragic tale is far from over. Revelations Ch. 03 "YOU shared what was ours, word-for-word," he shouted out like an enraged bull. He clambered off the bed and lurched out of their bedroom. Vanessa rolled to one side and curled up like a foetus, her hands covering her breasts, tears of pain and sorrow flowing down her cheeks. ------------------------------------------------- The next morning Victor got up early. As a consultant, Monday was one of the days he paid a visit to his old office. He had a splitting headache and he hadn't had much sleep. For the first time in his life he was feeling old and tired, very tired. It was surprising what effect a breakdown of a relationship could have on a person. It was almost as if his body and mind were in the grips of an interminable disease which greedily fed upon him, killing him ever so slowly each passing day. He left for the office before Vanessa came down. Victor didn't want to see her guilt-ridden face first thing in the morning. This soon became an established routine as he began visiting his old office on an almost daily basis. The management was more than happy to have him back amongst them. In fact, they were hoping he would have a change of heart and make his comeback permanent. They had some new projects coming up and they could use his experience there. Almost a month had come to pass since the revelation of his wife's affair. For the sake of the thirty years put in together and for the sake of what they had achieved as a family, he had been trying to forgive her action as a onetime aberration. He had given serious consideration to what Paula had said. Perhaps her decision to share her body with Harry was morally questionable but he should not be looking at it as an affair. That bastard did seem to be doing fine after having the affair with his wife. She should have consulted him as it did not involve her alone because after marriage, nobody remains an individual anymore and is responsible to another for his/her actions. But then, perhaps she must have realised that he may not agree to her line of thinking and had hence decided to do what she thought was best for Harry. He had been hurt but he should now be thinking of what lay ahead instead of wallowing in the past. They had a nice home, a good retirement nest, their children were doing fine in their lives, and they had two lovely grandchildren to spoil silly. They had toiled together hard for thirty years to achieve what they had today. It was going to be another of those sleepless nights all alone in the guest room. Like many similar nights in the recent past, he had downed a couple of drinks with no one but himself for company. The drinks helped in dulling his thinking capacity because try as he might, he still couldn't come up with a way to assure his battered self-esteem that what his wife meant about some sexual healing was no more than that. He had watched the CD's again to see if he had missed a clue somewhere but apart from feeling ashamed and hurt by the erotic images, there had been no other outcome. And there had been no sex with Vanessa either. There were nights when he would wake up suddenly after dreaming about his wife and Harry doing some crazy stuff. In his dreams the scene would play out as though they were looking at him and laughing and then he would wake up with a start, sweating profusely. He had jacked himself off a couple of times with Paula and not his wife in his mind. Slowly but surely, his life was turning pathetic, and so was Vanessa's as she seemed to be walking on eggshells whenever he was around the house. He tossed and turned in his bed, the sleep eluding him again. He thought he heard a dog yowl. I bet I'm the only one awake in the neighbourhood to hear his pathetic sound, thought Victor, keeping his eyes tightly shut. Then they floated into his mind. He was naked and chasing his nude, beautiful wife at some beach resort. He was admiring her yummy buttocks as he chased her. He planned on taking her ass...yes...that crack looked delectable. Suddenly somebody loomed into view. It was Harry and...and he was holding Victor's grandson in his arms. His wife stopped and turned towards Harry. They were now together, smiling towards him, smiling with his grandson in Harry's arms. They were not laughing but taunting him. Harry had everything that was his...his wife, his grandson... NOOOOOO! The pain was agonizing. Victor sat up straight in his bed, breathing hard. Another bad dream...no end to them. He poured himself a stiff drink and sat Indian style on the bed. Heck, he was now even hallucinating about Harry taking over his role of a grandfather and cuddling his grandson. Grandson! Harry! Suddenly it hit him. Holy Shit! He quickly gulped down his remaining drink and sprang out of his bed and took out the copy of the letter written by Harry to his wife. He feverishly hoped he was wrong. Oh, he hoped he was wrong. He scanned down hurriedly and turned to the next page and stopped short. There it was! He re-read the line, "May the Lord fill each minute and second of your life with happiness and good health! You love children and I hope the Lord gives you many more cuddly young 'uns." "I hope the Lord gives you many more cuddly young 'uns!" The words stared back at him, taunting him with their import. Harry knew about his grandchildren! They were just two and three years old. That meant he and his wife had continued to be in touch with each other long after they had moved to Houston! How else could he have known? They had never met again after moving from Dallas to Houston. At least he didn't recollect meeting him ever in Houston. That meant only one thing. That feeling in his guts and the constriction in his chest were back again. Then suddenly he began to feel a change within himself. It was as though the dark mist surrounding him had suddenly begun to thin out. There was a new resolve about him as he switched on his laptop. His eyes were grim and steady, without a hint of unshed tears because there weren't any. His mind concentrated upon the immediate task ahead. He punched in the name of his grandson in the password slot and then his granddaughters. No luck. His wife's mailbox continued to be out of his reach. His mind threw up another set of words, words by which his wife's lover had addressed her at the beginning of his last letter to her. Triumph! ================================================= Dawn was breaking when Victor moved out onto the patio with a hot cup of coffee in his hands. It was cold out in the open but somehow he didn't seem to be fazed. He stared into the far distance with his clear blue eyes. A new dawn was breaking, ushering in a new chapter in his life, and he was looking forward to it with confidence. The two of them had never really disconnected with each other completely after their move to Houston. His wife and her ex-boss had continued to communicate with each other thru regular e-mails. Harry would regularly update his wife about his new lovers. Pics showing him with various women in different positions over the past many years clearly showed his ravenous appetite for sex. And all along, he would never fail to tell his wife that she was the special one, his life saver. It seemed it never occurred to his wife that he perhaps had her also on CD. She seemed to have lapped up his praise about how she pulled him out of his despair. She had, in return, sent him pics of her masturbating...with her fingers, with different dildos, and even with vegetables. She had even attached some MMS showing her masturbating and calling out his name in a lustful tone. This wild, adventurous side of his wife was something new to him. And yes, she had also shared the goings-on in their private lives, the going out of their children, them settling down in good jobs, their wedding pics, and of course the coming of their grandchildren. Somewhere along the course of her so-called sexual healing of her boss, his wife had fallen in love with her subject. No doubt about that. Perhaps she never saw it that way and that's why she kept defending her actions by talking about the body and spirit healing bit. There were no direct references in the mails to their having sex after their move to Houston but there were mails which hinted that they had met later on a number of times. If he were to ask his wife, he was sure she would deny any fucking sessions post Dallas, but he was a mature man and had read and understood enough. Perhaps that doctor's wife had also fallen in love with her subject, namely the now disgraced General. Many journalists had labelled the disgraced married woman as an opportunist who slept with the General so as to ensure she got some good writing material for the biography she was writing. But perhaps it was possible for some person to be in love with more than one person at the same time. Perhaps he had not noticed it in their thirty years of marriage but Vanessa had changed. Well, maybe he too had changed. They say the only thing we can count on in our lives is change. Our life continues to evolve, change, transform, grow, and move in directions we often cannot understand. It is often best we don't understand because our minds and hearts may never be able to reconcile what we hear and see with the emotions that have the power to make us do things we would never ever consider. His love for Vanessa was still there, it was just haunted now by the feeling he could not trust her to put her family first. No, it was more than a trust issue. He suddenly felt like he simply did not know her and she did not know him. Had she really thought he would be OK with her spreading her legs for Harry? No, he just was not supposed to ever know what she was doing, was he? In fact, it had turned into an all-out affair. If he were to quote his wife then it was an affair of the heart, fully consummated by the two lovers. But as far as he was concerned, it didn't matter who you were or what your philosophical persuasion was, if you go outside of your marriage for any reason, you give away a part of that marriage. Vanessa and her lover had taken away his self respect and his marriage. Perhaps that doctor husband of the woman in the news, because of her affair with a famous General, might think differently but as far as he was concerned, he would rather die than live a life of dishonour. He really couldn't think of getting up every morning and sharing a cup of coffee with Vanessa and saying "Good Morning" to her. One look at her and the painful memories of her deceit and dishonour would rush back, killing him softly and surely every minute of every day. No, he didn't want to die a day earlier than the Lord planned because of what another person did to him. He was a person with his own personality traits. As per the norms of the society he lived in, he married a woman he loved, raised children with her, and perhaps would have preferred to watch the sunsets with her in the coming years. But no person, including this woman, had the permission to take his life for granted. No, Sir, he would survive and survive well. The Lord had many more years planned for him and he was going to live every second of those years proudly and with due respect and care for those around him. He looked down at the white patch on his finger where his wedding ring had been. It was now placed atop the pile of emails sitting on the kitchen table. It had taken him almost the whole night to make the printout of all the emails and pics exchanged between his wife and Harry. The sound of the water running in the bathroom indicated his wife had woken up and would soon be down. Victor nodded to himself and made his way back to the kitchen for what would perhaps be his last cup of morning coffee shared with his wife. THE END ALEX (Dear Readers: The closing of the story is as it developed in my mind during the course of writing. Feedbacks from you guys indicate different possible endings, so if any of you wishes to put an alternate ending, then please go ahead, and yes please do put in your vote). Revelations Ch. 04 A note or two as a precursor to this chapter. The original author Alex_Love put a copyrighted story on Literotica. Since it is copyrighted I've sent him every subsequent chapter for his perusal and approval. Some comment writers have criticized what I've written by saying I haven't been faithful to the original. Please be patient as none of you knows where this is really going. You may or may not like what I'm writing or where you think it's going, but believe me, I'm having a hell of a good time. As always your comments are most welcome. I've begun to incorporate a few in the story. Of course anonymous comments get no recognition, but in the future named comment writers might see their Literotica identities appear in some manner. And now; let us get on with the tale of Victor and Vanessa. Vanessa felt as though the whole world had closed in on her. What was I to do? My husband, my mate for life has gone. Victor Brown, my man, my hero, the boy who'd become the man of my dreams, one time young girl's fantasy lover, father, role model, bread winner, guardian, protector, defender of the hearth, bulwark against all life's exigencies committed suicide, and I'm the one who led him to it. I killed him with my lies, my deceit, and, oh my god, my unspeakable infidelities. I had no idea Harry had taped any of the things we'd done. At the time I thought they'd been wonderful things, good things. He was so sad. He needed someone. Everyone said so. All the men, all the women; the women who were my colleagues told me I had to do it. I had to be the one. They said I was the only one who understood poor Harry. I was the only one who could bring Harry back from the brink. They said he needed me, the company needed me. I did it, but in the doing I betrayed the one person I loved more than anyone else in the world. Mona my best friend at work had said it best. I remember what she'd said, "Vanessa dear more than 20,000 people earn their livings through our company. Each one has a family. Think of the many husbands, wives, and innocent children who'll lose their livelihoods, their homes, their futures if someone doesn't stand up," she'd said, "Vanessa honey Harry's the corbel stone that holds everything together. Our company does medical research. Think of the doctors and nurses who right now are making new surgical discoveries, think of the new technologies, think of the pharmaceutical discoveries." I'd argued against it, "But Mona my husband, my Victor, he would never understand. If he ever found out he'd leave me." Lily, that's Lily Myers, she'd interrupt, I remembered so well, "Vanessa, you're the one. You know I'd do it. Everyone knows I love Harry, but I'm black. He's an older man; he comes from a different time, a different period in our country's history. He'd never accept me. Vanessa, you're the youngest, you're the strongest. Vanessa you've got to show the resolve." That's when Allyson hit me. I still can hear her words, "Vanessa, Harry loves you. Among all us women he loves you and only you. If it were me, or Mona, or Enid he'd know, he'd suspect, but if it were you he'd know it came from your heart, you're good Vanessa, you've got a good heart, your good sweet warm caring heart is what he needs, it's what the company needs." I did care. I cared about the lost jobs, the lost lives due to the possibility of failed or abandoned medical research. I thought of the children's lives that might be lost. I thought of the new medicines that would never be discovered. I knew he'd never accept Lily or Enid or even Mona. They were older, they were black, and they weren't Harry's type. I knew he had always cared for me. I knew he was insanely jealous of my Victor. I can't remember how many times after his wife died Harry offered to marry me. Harry said he'd cherish me, care for me. He wanted me. He cared about me. He loved me. He wanted me to leave my Victor. Honestly, I never gave it a second's serious thought, but I remembered on more than one occasion that I'd lied to Harry. I'd told him how if it weren't for my children I would have left Victor and married him. It wasn't true; it was never true. I recall how I lied about so many things just to keep poor Harry's head above water. I never dreamed Harry taped our meetings. I never imagined our sex play had been being recorded. Oh now how I hated myself. Victor heard all those awful lies I told Harry. My wonderful needy husband, the man I'd cared for all those years heard me tell Harry how I loved Harry more. Victor heard me tell Harry how I thought he was a better lover, how Victor never reached me liked Harry did. Victor had watched those terrible recordings; he heard me lie about our children, how they might not even be his. Of course Karen and James were Victor's babies. He must have known they were his. He had to have known! Certainly he knew Karen was his. Karen's leukemia had required bone marrow transplants. Victor had been the perfect donor. It was in his biology, it was his DNA that proved it. And not once but twice Victor had stepped up, two times he'd been required to offer up his marrow. The first event occurred when she was eleven, but when she turned twelve the cancer had come back, and he'd been forced to donate again. I remember we were all so scared. Our little girl needed her dad again. He never blinked an eye. He stepped up. It was the second time that was when he got that awful hospital virus. That virus, MRSA or something had nearly killed him. Oh god I felt so loathsome back then. I felt so guilty. Victor was in the hospital, in critical care, Karen was in a nearby bed fighting for her life, and I was on my back in another city fucking my boss. How had I let my friends talk me into it? I remember it was Allyson; she was the one who helped me get through that terrible time. It had been Allyson who'd found the right sedatives that helped me get through it all. I remember it was like a thin filmy sheet; it looked like a rose petal. They called them my pretty petals; they relaxed me, they made me feel so calm. I felt like I could do anything; it was as though I was in another world, a soft sweet almost hallucinogenic world all my own. All I wanted to do was make others happy. All I wanted to do was make Harry feel better. I forgot about my husband, my family, my real responsibilities. Oh yes I remember my pretty petals, my pretty sweet tasting petals, those comforting rose petals. I thought I remembered the times I was with Harry. I thought they were happy, warm, loving times. I never bothered to look at his face. I never really heard what he said. I was so happy. I was so into making Harry and the others feel better. I wished I had seen his face back then; his ugly hateful face. I saw him on the DVD; I saw how his mouth was twisted into a hateful sneer when he said he loved me. All the while I thought I was saving him, and all the while he was laughing at me. I remembered the mean things he'd said when I saw the video. I remembered how he called me names, how he degraded my wonderful husband, and how I'd laughed and agreed with every mean despicable thing he said. What had I been thinking? Where had my mind been? I can't even remember doing some of things on those tapes. I didn't remember any of the other men until I saw the videos. I still can't remember. I never knew Martin Balsalm, Jack Warden, Steve Harvey, and Chad Everling were with us. I had no idea I was being passed around. Victor saw those things; he saw them all. Oh how he must have hated me when he saw what I'd been doing. I'd tried to explain. I'd tried to tell him I had been saving thousands of jobs, protecting unborn children, but he didn't believe me. He didn't understand. After watching the awful tapes I didn't believe any of it either. Still, thirty years? Couldn't he forgive? Why couldn't he listen? Couldn't Victor show me some mercy? I'd been at his side for everything, well almost everything. I don't think Victor ever knew I'd abandoned his hospital bed. Mona had called me. Mona had said...oh I don't want to think about it. When Victor found out he punished me. He took everything. He sold or destroyed everything that had been our life, and now he's taken his own life. Oh I prayed he'd gone to the cabin. He'd gone there once before, right after he found out, but I knew, I knew he'd found a way to take his own life, and take it in a way that would be impossible for me to trace. Of course he'd been right; he'd been right about everything. The rare books, the book I found for him in Iceland, the unbelievable rare fire engine, they were all paybacks, guilt payments. The Iceland book, the skiing, the hot tubs; they were all just mercy fucks, sloppy seconds. I felt guilty. I'm so ashamed. My Victor was so organized, so methodical, so reliable, so thorough. He was a brilliant man. My family always had money. His family had been modestly well off, but he'd taken a small nest egg and had turned it into a king's ransom. He could do things. In the end he'd done the worst thing. Now he's gone. I'll never be able to make any of it up to him. I'll never be able to press my lips against his precious sweet pink penis. He can never forgive me now, he can't, because he's dead. Why didn't he just kill me? It was my fault, all my fault. I killed my husband. I murdered the one man I loved more than any other man in the world, and then he'd sent those damning videos to our children. Now they've seen my perfidy too. I know now I'm just filth in their eyes. My children saw those men put their dirty dicks in the vagina from which they emerged. Oh how terrible, my Karen, my James saw how those men squirted their sticky semen all over my labia. I feel so weak. I feel so helpless, so desperate. My muscles ache. I can hardly breathe. My guilt is consuming me; it's tearing me apart. I feel like I'm at the bottom of a well. That's where I deserve to be. I'm so alone. I'm so tired. I can't bear the thought of even looking at my children. I'm so ashamed. I've got to hide. I'll just stay here, here in the dark; I'll stay hidden here in this tiny dark safe place. This little box, this closet; this is my kingdom. I'll never come out. I can't come out. I'm not worthy. I'll just stay here. I'll hide. I'll hide here until I die. Victor I'm so sorry. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That's how James found her; hiding in his father's closet in his parent's master bedroom. She was covered in grime, smeared with her own feces, naked except for her bra and panties, and she'd been scratching and tearing at her flesh with her fingernails. What a woeful depressing sight she was. It tore at James's heart. His mother, his adoring selfless mother, their bastion of goodwill, the one person everyone could rely on to be there; all his life she'd been the font of everything that was giving and good. He'd seen the video. He had to believe what he saw, and yet...... He'd called 911. They'd arrived in a timely fashion. He remembered the story of Albert De Salvo, the Boston Strangler. De Salvo had been a good man, a family man, a caring giving man, but he'd led a second life, an alternate life. In the end the Boston authorities never had to bring De Salvo to trial. They'd shown him through questioning how he'd murdered all those poor women. In the end the good man, the decent man was incapable of facing what the monster in him had done. De Salvo had retreated so deep inside his unconscious he never came out. James looked down at his mother and prayed, "Please God don't let her end up like that; trapped inside her own muddled brain to be locked away in some loathsome institution where despicable orderlies might tear at her pussy with their big dirty dicks." James reflected on the tragic life of the once famous actress Frances Farmer. Frances had been an odd ball; she wanted to leave Hollywood. Her mother had her placed in a mental institution where fiendish male nurses and orderlies plunged their dicks in her twat and jammed their penises in her ass for years. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ James and Karen got together outside the surgical step down area at Sam Houston and agreed to get their mother admitted to New Horizons Mental Hospital and Sanitarium; it was reputed to be one of the best in the nation when it came to handling people with problems like their mother's. After a successful screening Vanessa was admitted to New Horizons. James and Karen sat down with a group of the nation's leading medical minds to discuss their mother's problems. Among the doctors attending their mother was world renowned Dr. Shiro Ishii; he was reputed to the best mind in the world in the field of microbiology, and other things related to microbial research. Not to be outdone was the internationally famous Dr. Carl Clauberg. Clauberg had earned his spurs in Germany in gynecological research. He was especially gifted in areas related to mental disorders and uterine studies. Then there was Dr. Holmes-Mudgett. His specialties had ranked him the very first in many areas in American medical history. Dr. Walter Freeman, the youngest of this distinguished group, was a gifted neurosurgeon. But by far the most well known and most widely acknowledged of the doctors destined to manage their mother's care was the wildly famous Dr. Josef Mengele. Mengele had always had a special gift, especially with children's disorders. At one time he was considered as something of an angel in his field. There were those who said all he need do was look at a child and he could accurately diagnose and prescribe the appropriate special treatment. James opened the discussion with a frank acknowledgment of his mom's problem, "Doctors my mom has had what I believe they call a nervous breakdown." Dr. Holmes-Mudgett corrected him, "The term nervous breakdown has no real medical meaning; a car can break down, but not a human being, not in that sense." Karen asked, "Then how would you diagnose my mother's condition?" Dr. Freeman offered, "It could be likened to neurasthenia, but more likely I'd have to call it an acute anxiety disorder, maybe a mental collapse due to excessive stress." "How so," asked James? Dr. Mengele proffered, "After my very brief observances I'd say she's been overwhelmed by counterproductive neural experiences. Her mind and body has responded as if one were in shock. All her physiological energy is being applied to her mental condition. She's unresponsive and apparently unaware because all her energy is focused on dealing with the numerous blows to her emotional equilibrium." Karen asked, "She's crazy?" Clauberg interrupted, "Not at all. There's no psychosis; she's just sick. Look, her phlaminy kunarplabitz has just into overdrive." James scratched his head. These men didn't make any sense, "I need more explanation." Freeman offered more detail, "You mother has most likely been inundated with a series of unexpected emotional shocks; a series of neural dishevelments, all severe, all unanticipated, and certainly all of them out of her normal sphere of emotional management." "Will she recover," asked Karen. Mengele answered, "Oh most assuredly. I heard your brother make a remark about the Boston Strangler. Your mother is a normal healthy human being with no hidden psychoses. She's not likely to disappear in some catatonic trance. She's not afflicted with cataplexy, cranial discumbobulation, or anything of that severity. She will recover; it's just a matter of time, and a matter of the type of help she gets." James angrily interjected, "I don't get it." Mudgett held up a hand, "I'm the only doctor here who's seen any of the videotape. We all need to study them; plus we'll need to interview the two of you, her husband, and as many of her friends and former business associates as possible. Her problem is the result of a variety what I would consider very troubling occurrences. James still wasn't convinced, "This has me worried." Ishii chimed in, "It is as though your mother were at the bottom of a very deep mine shaft, or better at the bottom of a deep well. She's suffered from terrible anxiety, depression, stress, a sense of helplessness. She's certainly suffering from exhaustion; tired all the time, probably an insomniac. Clearly she's lost weight. She's overburdened with guilt and a sense of hopelessness. She can't diagnose what's happened. She can't parse the problems. She sees them all as one monolithic black cloud. Unable to dissect and solve each problem individually, your mother has simply thrown a towel over her head and retreated into a shell. You remember when you were a child alone and scared in your bedroom how you might have covered yourself with a blanket? That's kind of what you're doing right now." "What can you do for her," asked Karen? Freeman explained, "First we'll get her on a healthy diet. Some modest exercise program will be helpful. She needs lots of rest and relaxation, no unnecessary stressors, as few choices as possible. Right now even thinking about what to wear is more than she can probably handle." Clauberg added, "Yes, we'll certainly introduce a few pharmaceuticals, nothing heavy, just light drugs aimed at minimizing her levels of stress." "We'd like to consider some therapeutic hypnosis. We'd like to see what's trapped inside that muddled mass of grey matter.," suggested Mengele. Ishii looked at Karen and James with concern, "I'd like to admonish you; when you see her, no judgmental comments. She needs love and acceptance from the two of you. If he's still alive, find your father, his support will be absolutely vital. She could have a full recovery in a few weeks, she might never recover; it's never a cut and dried matter." The two children listened to several more comments. After another hour of discussion and lecture they left. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Outside the hospital Karen and James talked things over. Karen asked, "Do you think they'll be able to help her?" James replied, "These five have incredible reputations. One can only pray." "Is there anything more we can do?" "There is sis. We've got to find out if dad is still alive. I have this gut feeling he's not dead. I want somebody, some expert, to examine that letter he wrote us; it just doesn't smack of a bona-fide suicide note. I want to find out who those other men are in mom's video I want to find out if any of them are still alive I want to talk to them. Mom had friends when she worked for Wolman, women friends; maybe they can offer some insight. Look Karen you watched the damn video; there are things about it that just don't ring true. Sure we both saw the sex, damn I got a hard on just looking at it, I had no idea mom was so hot, but we know our mom. Karen I think Wolman screwed our mom and dad over. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm way off course, but I want to find out, and we've got mom and dad's money, we can do it using that and not go broke." Karen thought,'Damn she wanted to use some of that money to buy a condominium at Key Biscayne. Mom, what a fucking selfish bitch.' ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was another beautiful balmy day on Grand Cayman. Gary, nee Victor, sat beneath his beachfront pavilion and looked out on an azure sea. He had his right hand in his bathing suit; he was jiggling his penis. Got that felt good. He a Margarita in his other hand. Later when the sun went down he'd probably shift to Jack Daniels, maybe Jim Beam. Like the guy in the old Tennessee Williams play, 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof', he had to keep drinking till he felt or heard that familiar 'click', that wonderful hateful 'click' that told him he'd crossed from troubled sanity to mind numbing nothingness. Oops, he shot another load, now his pants were all wet and sticky. Maybe he should jump in the water and rinse off. Was that a Great White out there circling those little boys on that raft? He better stay on shore. Revelations Ch. 04 Seated next to him was his beautiful loving girlfriend; herself a suffering victim of the sordid infidelity; a stupid foolish spouse who'd cut out and run off with some flippant bimbo half his age. The only difference between the two; hers was nearly ten years old, his was still fire new. He noticed her crotch was wet; pubic hair peeked from the sides of her string bikini. Her body, like his wife's was soft, not fat or flabby, but soft and feminine. She kept her patch well-trimmed; her vagina was always clean and fresh, ready for his tool. He should have asked her to go in the water before he shot his load. They could've fucked right there in the shallows. Damn the barracudas; full speed ahead! He felt himself start to get hard again, must be the sun, the warm tropical sun. She'd dyed her hair; it was a soft light brown, so typical of women in their late fifties, not yet ready to accept the grey, not ready to go to blue, but still clinging to the past, a past when she was as young and desirable as any of the very young 'kept' women who traipsed about the island during the day. He wondered what it would be like to fuck some old broad with blue hair. Yes she was beautiful; light sandy hair, deep blue eyes, pink skin she kept well protected from the powerful tropical sunlight. She stood maybe five four; she weighed not more than 120 lbs. Beautiful perfect white teeth, probably all capped. He loved it when she nibbled on his cock with those exquisite teeth. She had a small, what he considered a perky nose, smallish ears, and a cute dimple at the center of an exquisite little chin. He could still remember the glorious sensation of that sweet nimble little nose as it pressed up his ass the night before. Her breasts had gone through their share of medical maintenance, but one couldn't tell. They still looked as fresh and healthy as a girl of twenty, and her ass; her ass was perfect, certainly the result of several surgical procedures. There might have been a little liposuction once, and her clear thighs were an indication of some work regarding spider or varicose veins. He loved it when she let him push his nine inch meat wagon up her rectum. Oh the absolute delight when she licked her own filthy shit off the head of his log! Her name was Elizabeth, Elizabeth Montgomery; he suspected she, like him, had changed her name somewhere along the line, probably for the same reason, to keep relatives and old friends from finding her. She was good to look at. She was good in bed, but like him, her energy and eagerness had as much to do with the supplements she took as with any natural inclinations. They were two older people, people with the time and money, two people struggling to cling to something they'd long since lived through. It was the same old story; the constant quest for that ephemeral fountain of youth. He still couldn't decide; Viagra or Cialis, which worked better? He loved them both equally. They were like his own children. He wondered if Karen were here would she let him fuck her? What about James? He had a great ass. He loved Elizabeth in his way. She made him want to feel and act young, but she wasn't Vanessa. He loved being with Elizabeth, but no matter what she'd done; he'd always be in love with Vanessa. Elizabeth looked out across the horizon at the yachts, the catamarans, and other pleasure craft that zig zagged across the water. Some woman was getting a double penetration on that white yacht, lucky bitch! She checked her watch; it was close to 2:00 p.m. and time for her afternoon nap. She smiled over at Gary, "Guess I'll go up now," she started to pack up her small tote. She made a mental note; she needed some more fresh bananas. Gary leaned forward, "Here let me help." It was the same procedure they'd followed for weeks. She'd go rest. He'd go to the outdoor bar and start his Jack Daniels therapy. Later they'd meet in the hotel lounge. They'd eat something, they kept it light, salads were out; the raw vegetables passed through too fast. Maybe later they'd dance a little, and perhaps go up to her room and cuddle. Once in a while the cuddling led to something, when it did it was nice, not great, not earth shaking, but nice. He relied on the blue pill and an assortment of testosterone creams; she had her estrogen shots and her special vaginal ointments. Oh the sex was good, but for him it was more a reminder of something he missed; a time in his life when it was all he could to keep his hands off... 'Her'. He missed 'her' so. He hated 'her' too. He wished 'she' was here now; he'd fuck the shit out of 'her'. Elizabeth drifted up to her suite. She liked Gary; she liked him a lot, but she knew they were just about through. She'd gone through it several times before. She wanted to find a man, a man she could count on, a man she could trust and lean on. But she was too old, too savvy, too impatient to play games, and the men available were either still in denial, still pretending to be something they'd stopped being twenty years ago, or they were like Gary, a member of the walking dead. Besides a Portuguese fishing vessel had put in that morning; those Portuguese boys, they knew how to deliver. Oh Gary was a wonderful caring, considerate man. He was a good lover; she said to herself he was good, not great, in bed. He was everything a woman could want; the problem, he wanted someone else. He wanted the woman who'd broken his heart. Yeah, poor Gary, he could remove himself from the scene of the disaster, but he could never remove the shrapnel that was still lodged in his heart. Damn she hated herself. She'd fallen in love with a man who was still carrying a torch for a woman who'd broken his heart and probably smashed every rib in his chest when she went in there to get at it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The hospital: like it was happening to somebody else. Vanessa felt trapped. She couldn't explain exactly why, but she knew she wasn't supposed to be where she was. Had she gone insane? She was seated in a soft comfortable chair; a cushioned vinyl chair. It was made of some kind of pliable plastic. In the places where her skin touched it felt clammy; it clung to her the way that kind of material often did. She wasn't allowed regular clothes, or at least they'd never provided her with anything she considered regular. She longed for the opportunity to put on a bra, some real panties, maybe a skirt and blouse or a dress, and anything with color. She missed her steely Dan. Someone had stolen her butt plug. She missed putting on makeup, but that didn't matter so much, there weren't any mirrors here. There weren't any clocks either, no radios, no television, and no nothing; just the walls, the floor, the ceiling, a chair, a small table, and a bed. That was one thing that sort of upset her. Her room was a perfect clinical white. The carpeting, the walls, the bed, the bed spread, and sheets were all white. There were no windows. That wasn't completely true. There was a window, but the glass, actually plastic, was frosted, frosted white. She could tell when it was day or night; or she thought she could, the window was black then she supposed it was night and when it was white it must be day, but that was only if the cursed window actually looked out on the outside world, if it did then she was able to tell day from night, if not, then she had no idea. It was like she was in some kind of time capsule. She knew nothing, heard nothing, felt almost nothing. Actually that wasn't true, not true at all. She could feel, boy how she could feel. Otherwise there could have been nuclear war, she wouldn't have known. Her bed, such as it was, was pressed against the side of the wall; it was fixed there, affixed to the wall and the floor with white metallic, maybe plastic, bolts. Each evening a nurse, always dressed in a beautiful white uniform came in, and after a brief undressing and redressing, she'd pull down the coverlet and top sheet and help her glide into the bed. Though the top of the mattress was slightly raised there was no pillow. She was used to having a pillow. She used to take her arms and wrap her head in her pillow to blot out any light or noise. She couldn't do that now. Both the top sheet and bottom sheets were made of the some kind of cloth-like plastic material. It was waterproof so if she had an accident in the evening the morning nurses would be able to clean it and her up with no difficulty. Before being tucked in the nurse would take her to her bathroom. Vanessa wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom herself. Three times a day, morning, noon, and night, a nurse took her to the toilet. The nurse would quietly stand by while Vanessa voided. And always, after each expulsion the nurse would take a soft Kleenex and wipe her vagina and rectum. It didn't matter if she pooped or peed, both got wiped. It made her feel self-conscious to have someone watching her while she pooped, but the nurses were all so nice and they were patient too. They never said anything; they just stood by and smiled. She liked her nurses. No being wiped wasn't the correct phrasing for what happened to her. After each visit to the bathroom, and after that first wipe with a Kleenex, the nurse took special care to gently wash both her vagina and rectum. The washing was an extended affair; the nurse being careful to use her small well-manicured fingers to inspect and clean each orifice. Vanessa didn't mind the cleansing; in fact she enjoyed it......that was...... up to a point. It was always the same; the nurse's soft fingers would carefully wipe around her anus, gently caressing each cheek, and finish her behind with a pleasantly warm penetration by one or two fingers. The nurses always got real close to her rectum and they'd look at it, like they were inspecting it. She could feel their warm breath while they did that. It always felt good. Sometimes she thought she felt the nurses nose softly press against her anus. She really liked that. Her vaginal cleansing was even more thorough. The nurse took care to see that she remained completely free of hair. Always hairless, the nurse's careful ministrations with her fingers all around her labia and inside her vaginal wall filled her with a heightened sensitivity of her sexuality. Sometimes the nurse curled her fingers up and around inside her vagina, always seeming to find that mysterious place they called the G-spot. Then last, there was the application of some moisturizing cream. The nurse was always so thorough, she was always sure to smoothly rub the cream around her mons, over her clitoris, against her labia, and just inside her vagina. Often she'd take one set of fingers and push them carefully against and sometimes slightly into her rectum to hold her in place, while her other hand applied the cream. Each application always ended with a gentle tapping on the tip of her clitoris, then a soft rubbing of the lower most part of her abdomen just at that most sensitive hillock slightly above her vagina. Occasionally the nurse would give her navel a quick wipe.   Following this excruciatingly delightful cleansing; a cleansing that always seemed to bring her to just the edge of sexual fulfillment; just the extreme point just prior to orgasm the nurse would produce her evening wearing apparel. Her sleeping apparel never varied. First a comfortable, but slightly tight cloth, perhaps silk, collar was affixed around her neck. It had a small metal ring attachment at the front. Then a pair of panties was pulled in place. The panties were composed of some transparent rubbery material that had a thick seam that ran from the front just where the material touched her navel down the center under her crotch and up the back always exactly between the creases of her cheeks. The stitching of this seam always found its way up against and nearly inside her vagina. All night long she'd feel the soft insistent pressure of this accursed stitched seam. All night she'd be forced to furtively move this way and that hoping to achieve some sexual relief from the pressure caused by the perverse panties. The panties were held in place by a tight, but not uncomfortable, elastic band. Of course, since her hands were held firmly but gently in place at her neck by the collar and two thin wrist bands they placed just below her hands she was unable to reach down and give herself any relief. It was as though she was always in an advanced state of sexual tension, near orgasm, but never quite there. It was a delightful, but frustrating feeling to sense of the imminence of fulfillment, but never quite reaching that elusive moment. Her top was little better. It was a loosely fitting bra top, but again the stitching of the pieces that covered her breasts always seemed to find her aureole, and they always wanted to tease her nipples into erection all night long. Of course both top and bottom were of the purest but most transparent white Once Vanessa was placed in bed the nurse always performed the same pretty little ritual; she'd lay her on her back, pull her hands up near her neck and clip her wrists to the soft band, the cloth that embraced her neck, they kept it this way all night. The nurse explained they kept her hands up and away from her privates so she wouldn't inadvertently touch herself at night. It was a kind of delightful agony. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the sexual tension, but she also exulted in her inability to do so, a kind of sexual agony, it was a sense of helplessness of total dependency on others that kept her forever alert and forever on edge. The nurse was always so kind, and always with the softest phrases explained she mustn't be allowed to sexually abuse herself. The nurses, she wasn't sure just how many; all the nurses caressed her head, tenderly, almost lovingly wisped their fingers around her cheeks and her neck. Always every night, the last thing before departing the nurse tenderly, caressingly, leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, and always with the gentlest reminder telling her how much they loved her and cared for her. They'd say things like, "Be a good girl now. Good girl's get their rest. Good girl's never worry they fret about things. You're a good girl; you must never worry, things are never all that bad." It was relaxing to hear such nice things. After her hands were fixed near her face the nurse would turn her so she laid on her side, then she'd pull the coverlets up and around her neck and head. Last she'd zipper up the sides of the coverlets. Vanessa wouldn't be in the least bit uncomfortable, but she was totally incapable of getting out of bed. She'd curl up in a fetal position and feel so comfortable. Last the nurse would gently take her hand and caress her head and neck. She'd tell her what a wonderful person she was, and remind her she needed to only relax and obey. It reminded her of the children's hymn she'd learned while in Sunday school, 'trust and obey for there's no other way.' They treated her like she was a child; she enjoyed it. Then the nurse would quietly leave the room. She'd very quietly close the door, the white door. From where Vanessa lay she couldn't tell where the door differed from the walls. Her room was never completely dark. There was always the softest glow, a sheen of light that emanated with the lowest strength of fluorescence around the floor and across the corners of the ceiling where the walls and ceiling met. Her morning and daily routines never varied. Each day included the same three or four step procedures. First each and every morning, after the nurse took her to the toilet, there was the morning shower. She would stand in the shower while the nurse bathed her; always using her hands to smooth in and rinse off the soap they used. She'd wash her hair. She'd take a brush and carefully groom it out; then she'd braid it into a single pony tail. The soap had a delicious lilac scent, and she'd smell of lilac all day. She learned to love the aroma. Following her bath they'd attire her in her daily wear. It was always the same, always white, always the softest silk pajamas. The nurse would ask her to stand, and with one hand on her nurse's shoulder she'd pull up and then button her pajama pants. The nurse was always careful to make sure the seams and cuffs of her bottom were neat and tidy. They'd move her around and fudge with the cloth to make sure she never had a wedgie. It felt good; sometimes they'd have to reach inside her rectum or her vagina to make sure nothing was caught. They'd take their hands and fingers and smooth down her front and her rear cheeks. Then she'd help her in her pajama top. It was always a short sleeved, slightly capped shoulders, peter pan collar, with several mother of pearl buttons the nurse would button up for her. They were careful to button each button one at a time. They'd fluff and smooth the front of the blouse carefully. They smooth their hands over my breasts so softly and gently. Their fingers played gently with my neck and face while they straightened the collar. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I think I was starting to feel better. I felt like sometimes I was starting to come out of a dark fog. I often could feel my vagina moisten while they dressed me. Sometimes they'd gently scold, "Now Vanessa look at you." They'd have to pull my bottoms down and wipe me dry. Then of course they'd have to rub in more cream. One nurse had a habit of looking in real close. She'd take her fingers and push up inside my vagina to make sure I wasn't still wet. That only made me wetter. Then she'd say, "Oh Vanessa what are we going to do with you?" I would just smile and press my pussy against her hand. This bathing was followed by the first of her three meals. Each morning breakfast was a combination of a bowl of almost tasteless porridge and either a banana or an apple. The nurses always peeled the banana for me. They'd have me sit at a small table on what best could be described as a student's plastic chair. The nurse would hand me a small plastic spoon, and a container of nonfat milk. The nurse always put the straw in the container for me. I'd sip the milk spoon up the porridge, and bite the apple or banana. Lunch and dinner varied only in the foods I was given. Always the foods were boiled or broiled; nothing fried or microwaved. Chicken without the skins, fish with batter, and occasionally a piece of beef, but always stewed. There would always be a small parley potato, a container of iced tea, unsweetened, some carrots, or peas, and a cup of Jello or vanilla pudding. I enjoyed mealtimes, I enjoyed bedtimes, I especially enjoyed my bath times and my bathroom times. The occasion each day I liked the least were my times with the doctors. There was never more than one doctor, and there was always a nurse, but I learned to dislike, even dread the times when I was asked questions and asked to talk about my life, my childhood, my marriage, and occasionally some of the things I did with my employer. It was funny I remembered everything about my discussions regarding my husband, raising my children, and my growing up years, but more often than not I remembered almost nothing a but our discussions regarding my work or my time with my employer. In fact I barely remembered his name. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I'd just left another meeting with Dr. Mengele. He said they'd had good progress with his mother. They'd watched the videos several times; never in her presence. The doctor hoped Vanessa would never have to be exposed to the content of the videos or the pictures she'd received again, as they were a big part, a very big part of her problem. I remembered my last conversation with Mengele quite clearly. Revelations Ch. 04 "Mr. Brown, or may I call you James." "James is fine." "We studied your mother's videos thoroughly, and we've also carefully and I mean carefully discussed with her their content. Her remembrances of the events and the actual taped activities are quite different; later, not today, but at a future conference, after we've had more time with your mother, I'd like to go through her recollections of what happened, and the actual sequences in the videos. I think you'll find it's quite startling, but well in keeping with what actually was happening to her." "They were that different?" "Yes James, but it's not surprising. I'm sure you've read our preliminary report. At every occasion when she was with her employer, a Mr. Wolman I believe, or when she was with him and his counterparts she was heavily sedated. We're not sure what chemicals she was being given, but we're sure they had a potent impact on her judgment, her libido, and on her memory." "That bad?" "Worse. I'll show you when next we meet we'll go over what they did do and what they did with her. It's easy to tell, the video is quite good, we can look at her eyes and see she'd been drugged." "Do you have any idea what she given?" "We have our suspicions, but if you could find any of her coworkers you might be able to get a better picture. If you do, we'd like to hear what you found out." "Certainly, she's our mother." "Have you made any discoveries about your father?" I had, but I wasn't ready yet to share what I found with the doctors. I wasn't sure how they would use what I knew, "I've found out some things, but nothing absolute." Dr. Mengele cocked his head, "Is there anything?" "I can say this much. I took the letter to some writing experts; a group who was paid to read these things and interpret what might be hidden between the lines." The Dr. asked, "Have you come up with anything?" Our experts are confident it wasn't a suicide note. Oh they can't say he didn't commit suicide, but their take on it was a quite the opposite. They said this was a letter written by an angry man; someone not very likely to kill himself unless he was already psychotic. We knew my dad wasn't psychotic." "So?" One of the experts almost chuckled. The one was of the opinion my father was not only alive, but he's probably well aware of everything that's happening right here in Houston. What one of the experts did was to literally pull a chair from the side of the room and place it beside where we were talking. He pointed to the chair and said, "That's your father. He's right here, right now, and he's watching everything we're doing." "That's interesting; a voice from the grave that isn't a grave." "Dr. Mengele I tell you I was stunned." "So what's next James?" "We're going to run ads in all the Houston and Dallas newspapers. I'm going to see his lawyer. I've hired detectives to try to track down as many of my dad's old friends as we can find. I have a hunch he's hiding out somewhere with an old friend. We find the friend, we find dad. And yes we're looking for my mom's old colleagues. Now it's even more important. If she was drugged, and you say she was. I want to know who did it, what they used, and then I'm going to find out if I can do anything to get at them. Dr. Mengele they may have ruined my mom and dad's lives. I'm like my dad. I'm organized, thorough, and I'm determined. They won't get away with if I have anything to do with it." Dr. Mengele nodded, "That's your call. We're here to help your mom. I can tell you we're optimistic. I'll tell you about what we've been doing and what we suspect next time we get together. But I warn you; it's some pretty sick stuff." The next day I ran my first ads in the Houston and Dallas papers. Each ad was half a page; the top half asked for information about anyone who worked with or remembered my dad. The bottom half ran an ad detailing his life and a good photograph of him. Yeah dad got rid of his and mom's photos, but me and Karen we had our share too. I included an appeal to our dad asking him, no begging him to come home. I told him we knew he wasn't dead. Karen and I weren't sure, but we agreed we had nothing to lose. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Back on Grand Cayman: I got an email from Carson Frank, the lawyer who'd closed out all my affairs before I left Houston. He included an attachment of an advertisement my children had been running in all the newspapers. Carson warned me he wouldn't lie. If they asked him if I was still alive he wouldn't tell them I was dead. He said he'd tell them what they already knew, that Victor Brown was gone. He also told me my wife was in New Horizons. She'd had a complete mental collapse. He wanted to know if that was what I wanted. I didn't respond to his email, but now I've got a lot on my mind. I hate her. I can never forgive her, but we had some good years, and we raised two damn fine kids. Yes I hate her too. I'll always hate her. I don't know what to do. I can't stand the thought of her, but she's still all I think about. I read somewhere, 'it's like I've grasped this hate to my chest. I'm masturbating and shooting off my wad, but my hand is full of sand while I'm doing it. Like, if it supposed to feel so great, then why does it feel so fucking awful? I don't know; she won't let me move on. I can't rest in peace; it's like the calm before the storm. I feel like my stomach is being ripped apart. Elizabeth left me. She told me she wanted to go home. She wanted to see her kids again. She said she lived in Chicago. She said she misses the snow and the wind in winter, and she wants to see her grand kids. I saw her off at the airport. She said she loved me. She hoped I'd find what I was looking for. I waved good bye. Well fuck her! edited by Barney R Thanks again to Barney R and to Alex__Love for their sustenance. carvohi Revelations in the Sand I was sitting in the kitchen making my way through a bowl of cereal while mom stood at the sink cleaning up the breakfast dishes from where everyone else had already eaten. I enjoyed sleeping in way more than anyone else in my family and summer vacation let me get away with it. It was probably closer to lunchtime than breakfast really, but I liked my cereal. Right around the time I was almost finished Chris and Amy, my older brother and sister, came in dressed like they were going to the beach. "Where you going?" I asked them. "The beach," Chris said, exactly as I suspected. "Cool, can I come?" They exchanged a glance and I knew them well enough to see they didn't really want me along. I felt a little hurt even if it was the sort of thing I should have been used to. Being twins and a couple years older than me they had always been closer to each other than me. Now that they were both off to university I didn't even get to see them that much and I tried to spend time with them when I could. Maybe I was being too clingy or something. "That's okay, I'll find something else to do," I said without giving them a chance to speak, trying not to sound upset. Unfortunately mom was still right there and she wasn't about to let it drop that easily. "Oh go on, take your little sister with you. She's not going to hurt anything," she said. "Moooom," I protested, both at her getting involved and referring to me as their little sister. I was the baby of the family and everything, but at eighteen I was getting a bit tired of having it pointed out. Another shared look between my siblings, more silent communication. "You can come if you want Jess," Amy said. "Better hurry up though." There was still a tension in the decision and it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I put on my swimsuit under a loose t-shirt and shorts and joined them at the car. "You guys don't have to take me, you can just drop me off somewhere," I said from the back seat as we drove. "I didn't mean to get in the way." "You aren't in the way," Chris said, somewhat surprisingly since he seemed to be more against me coming than Amy. "We don't mind you coming with us, it's just...." "We're not going to a regular beach," Amy finished for him. "What do you mean, like no sand or something?" I asked, not having any idea what they were talking about. "No no, I mean it's... I guess 'clothing optional' is what they call it." I sat in stunned silence for a moment, unable to fully process that thought. "So it's really up to you if you still want to come or not," I heard Amy through my daze. "We understand if it's not your thing." No, it wasn't my thing. I'd never even really thought about going to a nude beach. Since when was it Chris and Amy's thing though? "You guys have gone before?" I asked. "Yeah, a couple times," Amy said. "Honestly it's pretty fun, even if it seems weird going with us." As far as I could tell from his body language Chris might have been as uncomfortable with me being there as I was about the whole idea. He obviously didn't have a problem going with Amy though, once again their closeness was shoved in my face and was probably responsible for my surge of defiance. "I guess I'll still go," I said. What was the worst that could happen right? It was a longer drive than I was expecting, or seemed that way at least. My sense of time was not taking priority in my head. There were some people already there when we arrived but not exactly the usual crowd I would have expected at a beach on a sunny day like it was. The somewhat secluded location might have helped with that and I wondered how my older siblings had come across it. I followed a couple steps behind Amy and Chris, trying not to look around too much as they made their way up the beach where it turned out to be less and less populated. Contrary to what I had expected, not everyone had completely shed their clothes. Some of the women just went topless and plenty of people would have fit in just fine at a normal beach. I felt a certain amount of relief that at least I wasn't the only one hesitant about the idea of being naked around strangers. We finally stopped when we got past a couple low sand dunes that blocked off the area we had just been from view. Whether the privacy was for my benefit or not I didn't know, but I appreciated it anyway. "So what do you think? Jess... hey." Amy waved her hand in front of my face and I realized I had been obsessing on my thoughts again. "Think about what, this place? I dunno, it's not really what I was expecting in some ways." She smiled and pulled her shirt over her head, undressing right in front of me even as Chris did the same. "You can leave your suit on if you want, some people do," Amy said as if reading my mind. "We aren't going to though." I wasn't sure where to look and settled for awkwardly staring out at the horizon until they had both undressed. Without waiting for me, possibly so as not to press the issue, they headed out into the water leaving me still standing indecisively in the sand. I could have just followed along, it was simple enough in theory, but I held reservations about that course of action. If it was only Amy and me it wouldn't have been a big deal, or not to quite the same extent anyway. Mostly I was nervous about the reaction I would get from Chris. If only I could have known what he was thinking it would have made things so much easier on me. When all else fails, let chance decide. It wasn't the best decision making process I admit, but it had worked for me at times in the past. If Amy went fully underwater first, I would keep my swimsuit on. If Chris was first then.... It was biased toward the safe side, I couldn't help myself from that. I knew Chris was more likely to shrug off the cold of the water before Amy and save me from my bet with myself. I remembered all the times at the beach when we were younger he would already be swimming around while Any and I were still girlishly working our way in. Then my hopes were dashed as the two of them exchanged unheard words and Chris grabbed Amy around the waist. I watched helplessly as he threw her into the deeper water, making her shriek loud enough that I actually could hear her this time. So much for luck. Since no one was actually around watching me the undressing process wasn't that bad. I even found myself developing a sort of nervous excitement about stripping in a semi-public location, like I was getting away with something bad and could be caught at any moment. The fact was I really could be caught and I glanced up the beach to make sure there was still no one else in sight. I could just stay where I was for a while and get used to the sensation of being so vulnerable while I was still in easy range of my clothes and towel. Or I could stop being such a wuss and just go join my siblings in the water. They certainly hadn't shown any hesitation and maybe I should take a cue from that. After all, rationally speaking, any taboos regarding nudity were purely artificial even if they had become so ingrained in our society that most people never questioned them. With a deep breath I took a tentative step forward, then another. Somewhere in the back of my mind I guess I expected an invisible force to stop me somehow or make me come to my senses, but nothing of the sort occurred. Before long my feet hit the very edge of the water line and I was at the point where turning back would save me any embarrassment. Amy had turned toward me and appeared to be swimming slowly in my direction while calling out something to Chris. I continued forward more boldly than I felt, seeking what little protection the deeper water held for me. Soon I was within easy talking distance of my brother and sister. "So you did it after all," Amy said. "Guess you win Chris." "Wait, did you guys bet on me?" I asked disbelievingly. "Yeah, sorry." She at least looked genuinely apologetic, if not overly so. "If it makes you feel any better I wasn't really betting against you, I just wanted to make things interesting. Should have known better than that. Anyway, I owe you later Chris." Amy dove backward away from us, leaving Chris and me floating awkwardly together. "So you thought I would do it huh," I said. "You can be... very determined when you want to be." My chest was only just barely beneath the surface of the water as I crouched slightly, still fairly visible. In other circumstances I might have found it funny how my brother's gaze kept flicking around my partly concealed breasts and then away to some imaginary object behind my shoulder. Maybe that was the sort of thing that would go away once we got comfortable with each other. "It's a little weird for you having me here isn't it?" I said. "It's not... okay it is a little," he admitted. "But it's just because, well, you're my baby sister you know? I'm not used to thinking about you differently from that." Meaning that he was seeing me as something other than his sister. In spite of myself I had a hard time keeping a smile off my face. It may have been a subtle, buried compliment but combined with his difficulty keeping his eyes of my boobs he had to be feeling a certain attraction to me. As much as it did nothing to help our mutual awkwardness, getting a reaction out of my own brother was wonderful for my self-esteem. "Geez, are you two still talking?" Amy said, having circled around and swam up behind me. "You can do that anywhere, let's have some fun while we're here." She pushed me playfully to the side and as I moved my leg to regain my balance it was blocked by hers. Getting tripped while mostly submerged in water was not a big deal, I could have simply swam away if I wanted. Instead my old instincts kicked in and I allowed myself to sink beneath the surface down to the sand. After giving my eyes a few seconds to adjust I located my sister and grabbed her ankles as I stood up. I don't think she was expecting retaliation so quickly because she went down easily, her upper body forced underwater as I held her feet up in the air. Back when we were younger I rarely got one up on either of my siblings since I was too much smaller than them and just couldn't compete strength-wise. After a moment I let go and quickly backed away. Amy came up sputtering but with a wide grin on her face. "You little sneak," she accused me. "You started it," I shot back. Amy chased me as I tried to swim away, but I had started giggling which slowed me down enough that she caught up to me quickly. She held me while Chris came over and mercilessly tickled the bottom of one of my feet which they both knew was my weak spot. Even as I thrashed around in an attempt to escape I understood just how little it had taken for the mood to change. I didn't have to worry about what they thought, they were still my brother and sister and it would take more than a lack of clothes to get in the way of that. Alliances changed quickly as they tended to in such situations. As soon as she wasn't watching, Chris picked up Amy and lifted her halfway out of the water before throwing her back in few feet away. Then me and my sister turned on him and the both of us dragged him underwater, something of a challenge since he could almost hold out against both of us together. With all the messing around there was a fair amount of contact between the three of us. I found I didn't really mind the accidental touching all that much even when it was clearly in inappropriate areas. Mostly I think I was just caught up in the moment and enjoying myself too much to be bothered. A couple times I felt my brother's dick poke me and it seemed to be at least semi-hard. I couldn't really blame him being naked around two girls like he was, even if we were his sisters. Besides, I had to admit I was enjoying myself on more than a strictly platonic level as well. I wondered if Amy felt the same way I did but couldn't very well just ask her. Eventually we decided to take a break and headed back to shore together. Chris still had a noticeable half erection going on and once out of the water it became easily visible to me. Somehow the sight made me feel embarrassed all over again and I tried to look straight ahead until I could get to my towel and lay down. The sun felt good on my skin as it both dried me and warmed me up. I tended to go a bit numb while swimming in cold water and only felt the effects when I got out. I expected my siblings to lay out like me at least for long enough to dry off, but instead Amy knelt down beside Chris. At first I couldn't tell what she was up to and I had to sit up to get a better look. "What are you doing?" I asked. "He won our bet remember? I'm paying up," Amy said. She didn't really answer my question but I could see well enough anyway, I really only asked out of a sense of disbelief. Amy had her hand on Chris's cock and was slowly stroking it, giving our brother a handjob right in front of me. "That's the kind of thing you guys bet on? Is that why-" "Amy, we don't have to do this right now," Chris interrupted. "Not if, you know, if it's going to be a problem." "Is it going to be a problem?" Amy said, looking directly at me. "I... I don't know." I shrugged helplessly. "I wasn't expecting this." "Of course you weren't, but it's time you knew," Amy said. "We didn't want to leave you in the dark so long," Chris said. "But how do you tell anyone, especially you, about some of the things we do? It's not easy." "And what kind of things do you do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level. They looked at each other briefly before back to me. "Whatever we want basically," Amy said. "The thing is, we know we can trust each other and that we're always there when the other needs us. It could be the same for you to if you want." "There's no pressure though, it's your decision," Chris added. I pulled my knees up to my chest as I sat there thinking, curling into a protective ball. So many half-remembered events from the past made more sense in light of this revelation. Times when I thought they just didn't want me around, there was actually a bigger reason than simply that I was an annoying little sister. The question now was how was I supposed to feel about it? Amy continued jerking Chris off, returning her focus to him as I silently weighed my options. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it, his eyes had closed and he was breathing heavier. Without even thinking about it I knew I didn't want to get between them or try and stop what they were doing. They were happy with their lives and with each other. It was only a matter of deciding whether I wanted to be a part of it or not. As much as I tried to concentrate, my eyes were drawn to the movements beside me. The motion of my sister's hand was hypnotic and I soon gave in and just watched it go up and down on our brother's cock. I almost jumped when the first spurt of cum shot out of Chris's dick, I had been so entranced that I forgot what the whole point of the handjob was. Most of the cum landed on his stomach but some also partly covered Amy's hand while she continued to stroke him until he was completely finished. Without even pausing to think about it my sister licked at the back of her hand, cleaning herself off as casually as if she'd dripped while eating ice cream. "Well that was fun," Amy said, standing up to stretch. "But I'm getting hungry now." "You want me to go pick up some food?" Chris asked. "Nah, I got it. Are the car keys in your pocket?" Amy got dressed, more or less, as Chris rifled through his clothes for the keys. She bent down to grab them while giving him a quick kiss, then turned around and kissed me too. "Be back soon," she called over her shoulder as she headed toward the car. "Why'd she do that?" I mused, not really meaning for it to be a question. "It's a way of showing affection," Chris answered anyway. "I know that smartass, but... oh never mind. You've still got stuff all over you by the way." "So I do," he acknowledged. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Amy's towel, using it to gently wipe my brother's semen off his body. "Swear to god, you'd be helpless on your own," I said. "That's what sisters are for." "Among other things," I muttered, perhaps more maliciously than I meant to. I balled up the towel and chucked it to the side. Amy probably wouldn't appreciate my use of it, but I wasn't very well going to use mine. "I'm glad you came with us today," Chris said. "Yeah, I think I am too. Even if I'm still confused as hell what to think about everything." "Whatever you decide, we'll be okay with it." "Thanks." I scooted closer to him on my towel and lay down with my head on his shoulder. He looked a little confused but didn't say anything and simply slid his arm around from between us to hold me. "Always liked being close to you two," I said. "I just don't know if I'm ready for more than that." "That's fine. As long as you're happy." I didn't know about happy, but I was feeling quite content at least. Lying out in the sun curled up with my brother, I could only imagine what it would feel like if Amy was there too. I had already taken a big step being naked around them and so far it was working out pretty well. Could I ever do the things they did though? Taking our relationships to a sexual level was still kind of a scary thought. Chris started idly playing with my hair as we lay together, stroking it and curling it around his finger. It felt nice, I always liked when someone did that but there weren't many people I was that comfortable with. I don't know how much time passed but it must have been around twenty minutes at least when I heard Amy returning. I raised my head a little to make sure it was her coming and not someone else just walking down the beach, then settled back down. "Well you two look all cozy down there," she remarked. "Wish I had a camera." "Don't even think about it," I growled. While she stripped back out of her clothes I sat up and watched Chris pull food out of the bags she brought. It turned out to be packaged sandwiches, chips, and some bottles of juice. I guessed there must have been a convenience store relatively nearby. "Aw, what did you guys do to my towel while I was gone?" I had been waiting for Amy to discover her towel and tried to look innocent even though it was pretty obvious what had happened to it. "You jerks. Well you're just going to have to share now," she said. Mine and Chris's towels were already right next to each other and Amy sat down straddling them both at the far end, forming a sort of triangle with the three of us. Not much was said for several minutes as we ate, even I discovered I was actually quite hungry once I got started. It didn't take very long for the pile of food to be substantially reduced. "You've got something on your boob there," Chris said. I looked down to my chest before realizing he was talking to Amy. "Shit, you're right. Frigging mayo or something," she said. "Think a piece of lettuce fell on it earlier. I'm gonna go wash up, back in a minute." I flipped over onto my stomach as she returned to the water, stretching out to allow the sun to caress my skin as much as possible. It really was a better experience sunbathing naked, plus there wouldn't be any nasty tan-lines forming either. Before long Amy was back but I stayed where I was, being far too comfortable to want to move. Her hand landed gently on my leg as she sat beside me, still damp from just being in the water. Her fingers traced their way across my flesh, circling the back of my knee. The occasional drop of water landed on me sending little shocks through my system. Revelations in the Sand "Is this some bizarre way of telling me you want me to move?" I asked. "No, I'm good with you right where you are," Amy said. Both her hands were on me now, slowly massaging my legs from my ankles up to my thighs and then back again. "You're very beautiful, little sister," she whispered, "very hard to resist." "Well maybe try a little harder," I said, moving to turn over. Then I felt hands on my back, Chris's hands. They were bigger than Amy's, and stronger, and they held me down where I was even as he started rubbing the area just below my neck. "Just relax Jess, it's okay," he said. "Not giving me a lot of choice," I grumbled. It wasn't exactly unpleasant having two people teaming up to give me a massage and I tried to just relax and enjoy it. Chris was actually doing a decent job on my back, almost distracting me enough not to notice as Amy maneuvered herself between my legs and continued rubbing them. I knew they were up to something but I was feeling good and was willing to see what happened. If I really wanted them to stop at some point they would, I trusted them enough to be sure of that. "You know, you have a really cute butt," Amy said. "Shut up!" I protested. Her hands slowly crept up the top of my legs, her fingers brushing my ass before moving back down again. She repeated the movement several times getting farther every time. "I'm right though, aren't I Chris?" she said. "It's nice," he agreed. "Shut up," I repeated, even less convincingly than last time. Being face down at least meant they couldn't see me blushing. It was a weird feeling to have my brother and sister both openly checking me out. At the same time I also felt a closeness to them that I never had before. I was in on their secret, part of the club. That thought was enough to keep me still. "So how did you feel about watching me jerk Chris off earlier?" Amy asked, changing subjects on me. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. Did you like it?" "Maybe a little," I said, squirming uncomfortably. She was straying closer to my pussy and I didn't even know whether I wanted her to stay away anymore. I'd been a little on edge pretty much since we arrived and Amy was very close to discovering it. I thought I'd be fine until we got home but with her and Chris playing with me the way they were it didn't seem so likely. "Me and Chris usually get kinda excited when we're here, even if we're not supposed to around each other," Amy said as if she could read my mind. "With you here it's been even worse for both of us. We were going to give you time, but it's so hard to resist." "You're just saying that," I said. "You're-" "She means it," Chris interrupted. "We both do." He brushed my hair out of the way and kissed the back of my neck, sending a small shiver down my spine. "Face it Jess," Amy said, "you might be our baby sister but you're sexy and naked and you're really, really tempting." She brought her hand down to stroke her fingers across my pussy lips, making me gasp and spread my legs out of reflex. Chris was still laying kisses around my neck and upper back while Amy explored my pussy, the two of them sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I turned my head to finally take a look at what they were doing. I wasn't able to see much without lifting myself up on my arms, but I could see enough of Chris where he knelt beside me to notice his cock was once again partially erect. It was so bizarre to think that I could have that kind of effect on him, and yet it certainly seemed to be the case. Amy pushed two of her fingers into my pussy, sliding them deep inside my unresisting body. I arched my back and raised my butt in an only partly conscious effort to make it easier for her. She was gentle with me at first, making sure not to hurt me I suppose, but I was wet and ready for her; she would pretty much have to make a deliberate effort to make me feel anything but pleasure at that point. "How you feeling?" Chris whispered in my ear. "Good. A little overwhelmed by everything, but good," I said. Even as I said it I realized just how much I meant it; I really was feeling amazing. It was strange to think all the time growing up just assuming there was something inherently wrong with doing anything sexual with siblings, only to find out that it may have been completely unjustified. They were pushing things a little faster than I would have liked but I still felt safe, like I could regain control anytime I wanted and they wouldn't be mad. I couldn't remember any boyfriend I'd had that I could say the same for. Amy was still finger-fucking me from behind, building up to a nice rhythm that was already making my toes curl. What I didn't expect was for her to use her other hand to find my clit. I didn't really have enough experience to know if it was normal, but for me playing with my clit has always been the easiest way to get off; sometimes the only way. It just seemed to feel so much more intense even than having something in my pussy. The couple times I'd had sex I still had to basically masturbate while being fucked if I wanted to cum. My sister was doing a pretty good job down there, surprising considering my few past experiences with anyone else touching me. Then again, it probably came more naturally for girls. Not to mention she would no doubt have some practice on herself. For probably the first time I had to acknowledge that there could be serious advantages to a relationship with another girl. I didn't have long to consider this new revelation however, not with the increased stimulation I was receiving. My orgasm was building deep within me, wanting to burst out and making my thoughts less coherent with each passing moment. Amy, reading my reactions perfectly, moved her fingers even faster over my clit trying to help me along. Within seconds I felt that familiar explosion inside me as I came on my sister's fingers. It was a much longer, harder orgasm than I usually had, almost seeming to go on for an eternity in my own little bubble of time. Then it was over and I lay panting on my towel. I slowly regained my senses to and actually had a moment of disappointment that I no longer felt my siblings' hands on me. It soon became obvious why that was when I looked around; Chris was on his back beside me with Amy straddling his waist. It had been pretty clear that my brother was getting worked up the whole, and I guess there was no reason Amy wouldn't have been as well. Still, I hadn't expected them to immediately jump on each other. "Ooh yeah, that's what I needed," Amy moaned. She was already rocking back and forth on Chris's cock and I could see it slide out of her a few inches every time she pulled back before disappearing inside her again. "That was fast," I said. "What'd you expect? Playing with you is better foreplay than what I get most of the time," Amy said. "Hey!" Chris protested, more for show than anything. "Oh what, like you didn't enjoy it either," Amy said, grinning at him. Even after what had just happened it was still a little surprising that I really didn't mind seeing my siblings fucking right in front of me. I decided the afterglow of my recent orgasm must have been helping to keep me so calm, otherwise I should have felt something about what I was witnessing. As much as I was growing comfortable with the idea of the two of them being as close as they were, there should still have been a voice in my head somewhere pointing out how wrong it was for them to have sex with each other. As it was, all I really thought was that it was actually kind of hot. Eventually I rolled on to my side to give my neck a break. I wasn't really into porn that much or anything, but I still decided this was better than anything I had seen on the internet. It was so much more real and I knew they actually cared about each other and were enjoying themselves. Plus it was just so dirty since they were brother and sister. I was actually starting to get horny again as I watched. "Oh fuck," Amy cried, throwing her head back. I focused on her with renewed interest as she came, wanting to see what it looked like when she did. The extreme look of pleasure on her face was the main thing I noticed and it made me wonder if my face looked the same when I had an orgasm. I'd always been too embarrassed to masturbate in front of a mirror even if it was something I'd been curious about for a while. As she finished her movements slowed quite a bit until she was almost completely still. She leaned down to whisper something into Chris's ear quietly enough that I could hear neither what she said nor his response. Then she turned to me. "You want to finish him off?" she asked me. "What?" I heard her, and I understood what she meant, but it was just such an unexpected question. "Do you want to help your brother cum?" she explained. "He'd like it." I could tell by Chris's face that he really did want it. Since I already knew they both apparently thought I was sexy, what I kept coming back to was when had they started thinking about me this way? Both of them had clearly thought about this stuff more than I had, and I guess they had tried to keep the secret to protect me. I kind of wished they had told me sooner so I could have had time to work things out at the same time they were. On the other hand they might have been right, who knows how I would have taken it at a younger age. "Okay," I said. Maybe I didn't have as much time to think about it as I would have liked, but I knew my brother wouldn't hurt me. I didn't even think he would be capable of doing so on purpose. It just felt so good to be a part of their secret life, to be so close to them the way they'd always been to each other. If that meant throwing a little caution to the wind then so be it. Amy climbed off of Chris and knelt down beside me briefly to kiss me happily, as though she thought I made the right decision. I supposed it must have been the decision she was looking for or she wouldn't have asked. She then rolled me gently onto my back and sat down by my arm on the opposite side from where she had been. Chris moved over top of me, adjusting himself between my legs until his cock was so close to my pussy I imagined I could feel it already. He was bigger and stronger than me and could easily have forced me if he wanted, but even now after I said yes he still showed hesitation. I was still his little sister whatever else might have changed. "I'm ready," I said softly. I tried to smile confidently even though I was really feeling more nervous than anything. Nothing bad would happen, I was sure of that, but it was still a big moment for me. At least I seemed to have reassured Chris enough that I felt his cock being guided between my pussy lips. My own wetness plus Amy's juices still covering his shaft allowed him to enter me with no difficulty at all. Soon he was completely buried inside my pussy. "How are you feeling now, still good?" Amy asked. "Yeah, it's good," I said. She smiled and bent down to kiss me again, something I was definitely starting to enjoy. Chris on the other hand was only moving slowly inside me, almost carefully. "You can go a bit harder," I told him. "You aren't going to break me." "I'm just, I'm so close," he said. "I didn't want to...." "Go ahead," I said. With my permission he did start thrusting a little harder, although still not by as much as I expected. Even so it wasn't long before his eyes closed and he visibly tensed up. I shivered as the first shot of semen sprayed deep in my pussy; the knowledge that it my brother's cum inside me almost enough to drive me crazy. Then it was over and he rolled off of me onto his back. I felt Amy's arms circling me and instinctively I moved to her to let her surround me in her embrace. That was what I wanted really, the closeness. The other stuff was good too, but it was a definite secondary priority. "Now you know everything," Amy said in a quiet voice. "Yeah, everything," I repeated. "I know it was a all so sudden for you," she said. "I hope... well, I hope we did the right thing." "I think you did okay." Lying there in my sister's arms, feeling my brother lazily cuddling up to me on the other side, everything was just about perfect. Revelations, Lust and Love Author's note: This is the third in a progression of stories I wrote under my previous, and now strangely inaccessible name, Phobos&Deimos. ("Going Down?" and "Suddenly Sapphic") It is not essential to read them first to enjoy this story, but it will provide a little background and I wanted to give readers a heads-up to my other work thus far... Enjoy. * * * * * "You do WHAT?" I asked, shocked. "We make love sometimes... Lily and I... We've been doing it for about six months or so, since our first encounter in the elevator. I'm sorry I never told you. Are you okay, Jason?" I lay in the bed with my girlfriend of roughly six months. We were naked, our bodies still glowing and hot from our recent lovemaking. Janice was cuddled firmly in my arms, our favorite way to sleep. Where normally her head would be resting on my chest, she had raised up to look me in the eyes as I struggled to absorb the sudden revelation she had presented me. My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, the most perfect woman I'd ever loved, had just told me she had regular sexual encounters with her roommate and best friend, Lily. How was I supposed to react? On one hand, she was sort of cheating on me. On the other, she was having a lesbian affair and I couldn't compete with that. And their relationship technically started before ours... "What do you want me to say? I mean, I guess I don't have a problem with it, since it's Lily and she's another woman, but I should, because it's no different than if you did it with another guy... I don't fucking know..." I thought I should pull away from her, but didn't. "It's not like it's another guy at all," she interjected. "I could never do that to you, because I love you so much. With Lily, we're such good friends and it's an emotional thing." She shifted and looked me straight in the eyes. "She was a comfort and release for me when I really needed it. When we first started dating, we took things really slow, because we had something special developing, which I was so grateful for. But I really wanted to jump you sometimes, and Lily helped me deal with those...urges. It became a regular habit for us, like having 'girls night in' or something. " I was quiet for a moment as I looked at her looking at me. There was fear in her eyes that she'd done and said something wrong and worry that I would be angry. But I wasn't. I couldn't be. She had been honest and explained her reasons to me. Besides, what guy wouldn't want a girlfriend who gets funky with her gal pal? I know I'd fantasized about it more than once. I grinned at Janice. "Couldn't you have just masturbated like I did whenever you got me worked up?" Janice relaxed visibly. She snuggled in on me again and giggled. "Sorry, dear, but fingering myself or having a hot girl do it for me is not a tough choice. So, you're okay with this?" "Yeah," I nodded. "I just wish you'd told me before. I think I suspected you of some lesbian tendencies, but I didn't realize you were indulging them. All I ask now is for details." Janice giggled again, obvious relief in her eyes as she pressed herself into me once again. She slid one knee between my legs, grinding her sex into my hip at the same time. "That will have to wait. Right now, I want to reward your open-mindedness." Her lips were on mine with fervor, her tongue exploring my mouth with intensity. Despite our recent romp, my cock was responding to my newfound libido with little effort. I wrapped my arms tightly around Janice' soft, but toned, body, pulling her in to cover me. I loved the feel of her body pressed down on mine. Janice straddled my stomach as she pulled away from our kiss. Her moist pussy tickled my belly as my fully erect dick pressed against her ass. Feeling that, she ground her butt against me, making me groan loudly. She didn't toy with me for long, though, as she positioned herself to impale upon me. She paused and smiled down at me, shaking the lower half of her body and laughing lightly. I growled and grabbed her waist, pushing her down as I thrust up to meet her. My rock hard maleness slid deeply into her well, it's warmth and pulsing tightness embracing me, sending heat and pleasure from my groin throughout my body. Janice cried out softly and we held that position for a long moment before she began to slowly bob up and down, never allowing my cock to slide more than halfway out. I had learned early in our sexual adventures together that she enjoyed being in control and setting the pace, and I had no problem accommodating her. I rarely had the all-too-male urge to dominate sex, figuring that whatever she was enjoying, I would enjoy, too. Janice pumped up and down in ecstasy for several minutes. Between my own erratic thrusts and groans, I watched my beautiful girl getting off atop me, her short, blonde hair bobbing around her face in its contortion of passionate open-mouth gasps and occasional lip-biting, eyes half-closed. Her hands were busy with their usual wandering, moving seemingly independent of her mind; sometimes caressing my chest, arms, face, legs; sometimes sliding across her own body, rubbing her stomach, cupping and tweaking her perky, bouncing breasts, wrapping herself in a hug; or simply spread to her sides as if she felt like she were flying. I think sometimes I enjoyed our lovemaking solely for the purpose of watching her like this and marveling at whatever role I had in her pleasure. I had learned to control my own orgasms to coincide with hers and allow her whatever time she needed like this. Finally, what might have been ten minutes (we rarely could keep track of time) later, she began the motions I knew were a precursor to her final climaxes. Her hands, slid into mine, our fingers locking to together as she leaned into me, her eyes now wide open and gazing into mine, full of passion, lust and love. She slowed down until we began to thrust against one another for maximum depth, exhaling together in rhythm. I completely opened myself to the moment, feeling my balls tighten and the burning energy of my orgasm boiling in my abdomen. We'd been fucking regularly for months and it always felt more intense than the last time. We gasped and moaned and then held our breaths as we came, her pussy seeming to shrink-wrap my cock in perfect warmth and tension, pulling my seed from it with sharp squeezes. Janice collapsed on top of me, her chin resting on my shoulder. I didn't pull out of her, instead wrapping my arms around her and gently caressing her back, tracing my fingers down her spine and lightly kneading her butt. She sighed, her warm breath tickling my neck. I moved my head to place pecking kisses about her face before finding her still-panting lips with mine and drawing her into a long kiss. As I withdrew from her face, she smiled, her eyes closed. "So, you still want those details?" The reminder of what had led to our resurgent libidos this night gave me a curious feeling—a mixture of confusion, a little anger that she'd kept this from me and strong sense of curiosity about my girlfriend making it with another gorgeous woman. I was sure that if I weren't so spent at that moment, I'd probably be sporting another hard-on just thinking about it. "Later," I eventually replied. "For now, I just want to think about you, me and sleep. We'll deal with your...side project tomorrow, okay, babe?" I looked at Janice to see she was already asleep, still smiling slightly. I smiled, too, at my apparition of loveliness, kissing her forehead and whispering a sleepy, "I love you so much." * * * "So, you told Jason EVERYTHING?" Lily asked as she slowed her pace. The jog was over and their apartment was just around the corner. Janice dropped out of her run, too. "Well, yeah, I felt guilty enough that I hadn't told him a long time ago. I didn't want to hold anything back. This is the only secret I've ever kept from him. I love him, Lily—you know that. I love you, too, and I need him to understand and respect our relationship." Lily said nothing as they walked. The roommates had reached their door before she did say anything again. "So, would you end this thing with us?..." She trailed off, and Janice noted a rare pang of deep emotion from her best friend. Lily was always so carefree and passionate that Janice had taken her investment in the new depths of their relationship for granted. On sudden reflection, she realized that Lily hadn't been with a guy in a month or two. She'd even cancelled some dates to have "girl's night in," as she loved to call it. Lily may very well have fallen in love with Janice, or at least with their lovemaking. Janice loved it, too, but not the way she loved Jason, that much she knew for sure. "Well, I might if he wanted me to," she stammered, not knowing what else to say, "but I don't think he will. He's an open-minded guy, he knows our friendship is very strong, but my love for him is stronger... And he has a real fetish for lesbians." Lily laughed around what might have been almost-tears as she opened the door. "Oh, really?" She busied herself with picking up the clothes she'd discarded after coming home to find Janice about to take her jog and deciding to join her. She didn't look at Janice. "Yeah," Janice laughed. "Half the porn he owns is lesbian-themed. He says it's beautiful and so erotic to watch, even without imagining himself involved with the women. Heh, I guess we'll be able to watch them in whole new contexts, now." Lily had sat on the couch, gazing up at Janice with a vulnerability and uncertainty her friend and frequent lover had never seen. Janice melted at the sight, dropping to her knees before her and cupping her face in her hands. She said nothing, but simply leaned in to kiss Lily with intense love and honesty. She felt wet tears on her hands as she pulled away. "I'm so sorry, Janice," Lily breathed through light sobs. "I'm so scared I'm going to lose you. You are the closest thing I've had to a stable relationship in years and I know it's not even real... You have a wonderful boyfriend who loves her dearly and I can't compete with that, but...I think I'm in love with you, too." There it was. Janice had suspected this, but never expected Lily to say it out loud. Now here it was and she felt guilty at the swell of pride she had in the knowledge that two wonderful people were in love with her. But then she realized that she loved Lily just as passionately, just in a different way than with Jason. And she knew that there could be no choosing between the two. "I'm in love with you, too, Lily. I won't end this for anything. I promise you that. You, Jason and I will simply have to work something out, okay?" She gently wiped the tears from Lily's face, kissing her sweetly again and fighting her own urge to cry. Lily quickly recollected herself, smiling her usual self-assured grin. "Yeah, I gotcha, love. Now, let's go take a shower. We're all sweaty. And that water bill has been pricey lately." Janice wasn't sure that her girlfriend was completely okay, but chose not to press the issue now. She giggled instead. "You know, how often did you say that before we were lovers because you wanted to get me naked in the shower with you?" "Honey, I know you wanted it just as much as I did. Our water bill is never that high." Lily quickly freed her big breasts of her sports bra and headed for the bathroom, her ass swinging enticingly back and forth in her spandex sweatpants. Janice felt an animal lust swell in her as she watched, then followed when Lily vanished from sight. She kicked off her sneakers and peeled off her own top. As she walked into the bathroom, Lily was now fully nude, leaning into the shower and adjusting the controls before starting the spray as the warm mist rose about her. Her perfect butt (which Janice has always envied) was almost calling out for Janice' hands and the fuzzy shadow between her legs was extra incentive. Janice stepped behind her and cupped her cheeks, rubbing them slowly. Lily stood up into the caress, moaning slightly. Janice moved closer, sliding one hand to play lightly of the quickly moistening space between her thighs and bringing the other around to pinch her nipple. She kissed Lily's neck and the slid her tongue along the sunken space on her shoulder. Lily's hand's reached back to simultaneously ruffle Janice' hair and stroke her ass through her running shorts. The now hot, foggy shower was inviting the two women in. Lily turned to her beautiful lover and hooked her thumbs into her shorts, pulling them down and tossing them aside as Janice stepped out. As she stood back up, she slid her hands up the sides of Janice' body, while tracing her lips up the center line, kissing the soft tangle of pubic hair, and tracing her tongue up to her breasts. She squeezed each breast and suckled at each nipple for a few moments, eliciting ticklish laughter and sighs of pleasure from Janice. Just as she was getting into the rhythmic lapping and nibbling, Lily jumped into the shower, poking her head around the door and beckoning Janice to join her. When they were both in, the women took careful, attentive time washing one another. Showering together was one of their favorite things to do since becoming lovers and they were thankful for a good hot water heater that allowed them plenty time to clean up and play around as well. As Janice shampooed Lily's long, brown hair, she had an idea. "Why don't we ask Jason to join us?" As Lily rinsed, she laughed. "Now, dear? I don't think we have THAT much time." "You know what I mean," Janice said, feigning exasperation. "We should all make love together. It will show both of you how much the other means to me and maybe the two of you can find something to love about each other." She felt like she was grasping at straws, but this seemed to make sense and a threesome with her two lovers was an idea she couldn't deny really excited her. "Sounds like a bad movie solution, sweetheart," Lily turned to her with sympathy in her eyes. "But if you think it's a good idea, I won't fight you. Besides, it sounds deliciously exciting. Okay, if Jason's game, so am I." Janice was ecstatic. "Really?" When Lily nodded, she practically threw her against the wall, French kissing her for a full minute or so before dropping to her knees in the wide shower. The warm water poured over their smooth bodies as Janice' mouth attacked Lily's secret place, tracing her pussy lips with her tongue, seeking out her familiar clit and eagerly lapping the internal juices as they mixed with the soapy taste of her fresh cleaning. Janice never would have thought she would grow so fond of the taste of a woman, and maybe it was because of her love for Lily, but sometimes she could crave it like a favorite snack, now. She lapped and sucked with a fervor she'd never had for a project since eating double-dip ice cream cones as a young girl. Except this sweet treat not only gave her pleasure, it caused the lovely woman attached to it to buck and moan in complete thrall to her orchestrations. And this dessert never ran out or had to wait for a good report card. This was hers for the taking and it was given to her without reservation. She loved giving Jason blowjobs—she'd even grown to enjoy the taste of his cum—but nothing compared to this. Jason had often told her how much he got a thrill out of eating her out, and she'd so desired to tell him she understood. She made a mental note to tell him when she felt first one, then the other of Lily's legs on her shoulders. Lily was bracing herself between the shower wall and its sturdy glass doors. Janice feared she might slip, so she firmly planted her hands on her gal's ass holding her steady before returning to her soppy meal. Lily's new position must have worked, for in seconds, she was thrusting herself against Janice' mouth and crying out in short, ragged-breath bursts. She moaned and made loud, staccato screams as she came. When Lily was done yelling and squirming, Janice placed a couple quick kisses at the sensitive spot between her legs before helping her down from her perch. The water was getting cool, so Janice turned it off, and helped her weakened friend from the stall and sat her on the toilet before grabbing a towel and taken careful time drying herself and Lily from head to toe. Lily just sat back and enjoyed her attentions, smiling and giggling softly at Janice' dance-like movements with the towel. Lily marveled at the energy and beauty of her slightly younger friend and lover. Janice never failed to be up for whatever sexual mischief she had in mind and it seemed her lithe body had no limit to its pleasure. Lily often considered bringing another woman in on their fun, but really didn't want to share her with anyone. Telling Janice how much she loved her was a welcome relief, but she knew her relationship with Jason was something she could not compete with. Lily was a woman who could find happiness with anyone of any gender, but Janice needed a man in her life. Lily felt like her best friend and thrilling sex-buddy, but not someone she wanted a committed relationship with. So why had she agreed to a threesome with Jason? She liked the guy, she really did. It was obvious that he truly loved Janice and Lily had to respect that if nothing else. She was always excited when he called, always happy to see him drop by. That's not something Lily would ever want to take away from her. Maybe that's why she'd agreed. On the dream that she could find a place in their life together. It might be her last chance to do so. She didn't want to continue feeling so strongly for her friend if it was to be eternally unrequited. Hell, she thought, at least I can have a hell of a good night with two people I care about before I end it all... "Penny for your thoughts," Janice voice pierced Lily's sobering thoughts. "Or maybe a kiss?" Before Lily could answer, Janice leaned in and kissed her deeply, lovingly, her body pressing so comfortingly into her, perfect, familiar breasts pressed to her own. She wrapped her arms around Janice, returning the kiss with so much passion, she felt tears well in her eyes. I'll do it for her. Because I've never loved anyone this much... Janice broke the kiss and bounded to the bedroom laughing, not noticing her tears. Lily smiled, dabbed the discarded towel to her eyes and followed to give her lover the attention and pleasure she deserved. To Be Concluded... Revelations Pt. 01 Author's note: Thank you for the compliments that some have sent in via email (and to anybody commenting on the message board). This was my first attempt at a story for literotica and the encouragement is much appreciated. I have a couple of other stories waiting to be approved, though they are not sequels to this. So to those that have asked for the next part of the story, I will upload it as soon as it's done. Thank you again... * It was 12:15 pm, and the sun was beaming down on the carpark outside the diner where Adam now sat. He looked at the empty seat opposite him. He'd known this was a stupid idea from the start. The one time he manages to get over his hangups, to make himself go that extra mile, and decides to actually meet somebody, he gets stood up. After he'd waited a full half hour longer than the arranged time, he swigged the last of his second coffee and rose to leave. As he did so a waitress who he'd not noticed earlier stepped up beside him and lightly closed her fingers around his wrist, 'Going so soon?' He stared at her and knew immediately that this was not the person he'd been waiting for. This girl - perhaps woman was a more appropriate term as she must have been approaching forty - was far more beautiful than the person he had been expecting to meet. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to stammer out a reply, all the while thinking about just how radiant the woman who was clasping his wrist was. She had the strong cheekbones and the slightly superior expression of a dozen French actresses from Godard's early films. She tilted her head slightly to one side, indicating that she was going to wait there until the boy had sorted out his little speech impediment and had given her a reply. 'I.. I was.. I was waiting for somebody but they didn't show up, so yes I'm leaving, w.. why?' She smiled in acknowledgement of his nervousness. After all, it wasn't a regular occasion that a waitress looking like a sultry film star would take hold of his wrist and ask him if he was leaving so soon. It was all a little confusing for Adam, and all these thoughts were rushing through his head in the few seconds that followed that initial grab of his wrist: 'Why am I standing here about to excuse myself before an unknown waitress? Why did she grab my wrist in the first place? Am I going mad? Am I making more of this than I should be doing? Has the coffee gone to my head?' 'Please, Adam, sit down, I'll bring you another coffee, milk and two sugars, just how you like it, and then you can wait for me for a while'. His expression changed from one of confusion, to total shock, to mild horror as she revealed that she knew his name, how he took his coffee - despite the fact that he had not even been served by her during the last half hour - and was now instructing him to 'wait for her a while'. This was all too much for him and he made a snap decision to let her know as much, 'Look, I don't know who you are, or whether you think this is amusing, or what, I've no idea what's going on and I think I'm leaving.' 'You think you're leaving? But you're not sure are you, Adam? Perhaps a little part of you is intrigued. Perhaps a little part of you wants to find out what is going on here, and not just saunter out the door and off into the afternoon, never to discover what actually happened in the American diner that you went to one afternoon in the hope of meeting your potential Mistress.' Now Adam really was confused, how could she know any of that. Fine, guessing that he wasn't too keen to walk off before he'd been given an explanation as to what was going on required great powers of intuition. But her knowing that the whole reason he'd arrived at some obscure diner in the first place, the reason he'd driven over an hour from the city where he was temporarily resident, knowing that he was there to meet somebody that he'd been communicating with for the past month online, and who had decided to give him a trial run as her potential submissive, that bit worried him. 'Ok, you got me, I'm an Englishman abroad and I have no idea what I'm doing, so please, please tell me how you know why I'm here, if that is in fact why I'm here, and what is has to do with you.' She let go of his wrist, straightened her neck, lost her coy smile, and slid into the chair opposite him. The more he stared at her the more he became intoxicated by her, by the sight that his eyes were gorging themselves on as they became drowned in her crystal gaze. She possessed as mesmerizing a pair of eyes as he had ever seen. He was also aware of the cleavage that rested not far below those eyes; her breasts were on show just enough to catch the eye of any male on the lookout for such a thing, but not so much that it would be deemed inappropriate by the less lascivious customers. And then, in the hop skip and jump of seconds that preceded her speaking once more, it dawned on him that there were two likely explanations for what was going on. Either she was the real person he'd been communicating with all this time, initially on the internet, and then on the phone, and the pictures she'd sent him of herself had not, in fact, been of herself; or this was somebody that knew the woman he had been speaking to this past month, and this was how Alexa, the woman he had been expecting to meet, vetted people to check that they were sane and everything they'd been claiming to be before she herself meet them. He decided to test out his initial hypothesis first and, at the risk of looking a fool, he asked her, in his naive sounding, British public school boy tones, 'Are, are you, Alexa?' She smiled, batted her eyelashes once, stared as though she were staring right inside of his mind, at all his fears, all his worries, all his hopes and desires, and replied, 'Please to meet you Adam, I am indeed Alexa, but you can call me Mistress.' She knew, through years of experience teasing and toying with men, with boys, that his cock was now draining blood from the backs of his knees, from the nether regions of his body, and he was no doubt feeling light headed as the rush of excitement filled every square inch under his skin. Not all the blood was rushing to his groin though, clearly, as his face had managed to turn itself pinker than the florescent sign that sat atop the diner's roof. 'So, you're not... Well, I mean, you're not how you looked in the pictures you sent, in the pictures you, I mean... Whoever that was had brown hair and brown eyes, and you, you have blonde hair and blue eyes. And besides that, you look nothing like the person in the photographs you sent me in any way.' In his exasperation he was genuinely considering walking out, because so little of this was going as he had expected, and he'd been waiting for this moment for so long, for the chance to finally meet a Mistress who wanted him as her submissive; he wasn't sure he wanted it to go like this, wasn't sure that he wanted to be confused and out of his depth. But then he realized, whatever his conscious concerns were, the fact that his cock was managing to stretch his jeans to the point where they were brushing the underside of the table clearly meant that he should at least see this conversation out. 'But don't you recognize my voice, Adam? Come on, we've spoken so many times these past few weeks that you can't tell me you've forgotten it. Have you forgotten it, my slave?' She was clearly pleased with the way he looked, with the way things were going, because previously she had only ever called him 'boy', or occasionally 'sub', but now she used the word slave - something she said she would only do once she had decided upon his future, and whether she wanted him to spend the rest of his days sat obediently at her feet. Her voice did sound almost the same as the voice that he'd been used to hearing night after night on the phone over the past month. Almost the same, but at the same time, just slightly different. In real life Alexa sounded more sultry, and there was a slight huskiness to her voice that he hadn't been aware of on the phone. She had a Jazz singer's voice, one that could charm any man in the room given the chance to sing in his direction and stare him down with those penetrating azure eyes. 'Yes... you... you do sound the same, and I haven't forgotten your voice Mistress-' She interrupted before he could say anymore, 'Good. Now, remember that this is about testing you. I know for a fact that you want to take this further. I know that because I know men, I know how their mind works, and I know how your mind works. I know that despite having not been entirely honest with you, you still want to hear what I have to say. Don't you?' Adam began to part his lips in reply, 'No, Adam. Don't speak. I don't want you to speak anymore. Not for the time being. Just nod your head if I'm right: do you want to hear what I have to say?' He nodded vigorously, suddenly finding that he'd thrown away any inhibitions or worries that had been occupying his mind just moments before, and was now prepared to do whatever was asked of him in order to prove his credentials as Mistress Alexa's potential slave. 'Good boy. Well, I have to finish work, my shift lasts for another hour, so you will go outside and park your car facing the window of the diner, but not so close that people will notice you. You will sit in the car and wait, and you will not look through the window at me for the next hour.' Adam was already nodding his head vigorously to let her know that he understood, and wanted her to realize that he grasped how important this first exercise was, how it demonstrated that despite his excitement, despite the burning desire to look upon this woman who had managed so effortlessly to control him over the past few minutes, he would obey, he would keep his head down, like the pliable slave he was. 'If I catch you looking up, even once, then this is over, and you can drive back to your apartment and begin your search for a Mistress all over again. I realize that may sound brash and unreasonable, but I have to know that you are going to be obedient and behave as I desire before we take things any further.' He continued nodding, removing the need for her to ask if he understood, so she continued, 'You will stare at your crotch for that whole hour, you will not close your eyes, or look away, will not look out of the window or stare at your feet. You will look straight into your crotch and think about how the cock that rests beneath those navy blue jeans is going to lose its identity tonight. It is going to go from being your cock, which it has been for 23 years, and it will become mine. You will dedicate it to me, and I will accept it, and use it, and use you, exactly as I wish.' He was already, instinctively staring down at the growing bulge in his pants. His face was reddening to the point where he wondered if any blood vessels were going to burst beneath the skin. 'Look at me, Adam. Look into my eyes and tell me you understand and you will obey.' He let his eyes run up from his groin, over the table top, past his coffee cup, joining her tight dress at her stomach, and up over what looked to be the most enticing breasts he had ever laid eyes on, up over her slender neck, her chin, lips, cheekbones and finally his eyes came to rest on her eyes. He stared into the abyss once again and said simply, 'I understand my Mistress, and I will obey.' Adam was 23. He was visiting the states for an internship after having finished his postgraduate studies in the UK. He was English, born and bred in an innocent, sleepy little village that, had it not been for the internet, would have had no chance of turning him into the submissive, wannabe slaveboy he had become. He perhaps would have grown up fairly level-headed, done many things similar in his life to what he had done these past few years, but he would not have known about bondage, about submission, about giving one's mind and body to another, about sacrifice and devotion - all things he now wanted to experience. He would have had no idea about these things had it not been for the internet. And now here he was, about to realize his heart's, and his cock's, ultimate desires. But Mistress Alexa's unexpected blonde hair and blue eyes were not to be the only surprise that he would have to come to terms with that day. No, she had much, much more in store for him in the hours that were to come. To be continued... Revelations to Lessons I'd known Josh Drake since 4th grade, and all the kids in the neighborhood were happy when his parents obliterated most of their backyard and replaced it with a big swimming pool. I spent lots of my middle school summer days and occasional nights in that pool. His parents even let us use it when Josh and his sister Kate weren't around, as long as there was some adult around to make sure no one drowned. The pool was where I first realized that girls had interesting bodies, worth watching as they jumped or dived back into the water, and where I first got to enjoy some random (and not so random) collisions with them. It was a crazy place to be for a lot of reasons. Josh's parents seemed uptight and conservative, but Josh knew where his father's stash of Playboys was, and we always marveled that he even had a subscription. I had no hope of finding a girlfriend back then, as I was (probably still am) a truly hopeless geek, but wow - girls were interesting. Somehow I could see the connections between the girls in the pools and the girls in the magazines, and the combination gave me a lot more to think about than school and science fiction. It was just thinking, though. Sometime around the beginning of high school, though, Josh got mean, not a lot of fun to be around. After a fight, he disappeared to a private school for a while, and then came back for his senior year of high school. Fortunately, he was calmer, and we all started hanging out again, even enjoying that pool during a sweltering summer. Celeste and I spent a lot of time there, especially the summer after graduation. Celeste was my girlfriend, sort of, for a while, but she was going to a college far away from where I was going. Even though I hoped we could stay together, she shattered any illusions I had on that score, telling me two weeks before we were both leaving that she was happy we'd never gone beyond a simple kiss. Why? Something to do with looking forward to the delights of a women's college. I was pretty pissed off, and didn't feel like going home. My parents were away for the weekend, and I'd had some high hopes for the weekend, all of which were shot. Even my little brother was off with friends. Instead of being an exciting lovenest it would just be dark, empty, and annoying. I drove kind of aimlessly until it was just about sunset, and finally decided to see if there might be anything going on at Josh's, maybe a pool party of random friends. That'd be better than sitting home alone, and even if I wound up crying again, a pool would be an easy place to hide it. Tears disappear and everyone's eyes are a little red. The pool lights were on, and I rang the doorbell. Mrs. Drake answered it, wearing a thick terry robe over her suit. She was on the phone, this giant tan brick of a cordless she used so she could talk in the pool. She opened the door, covered the phone's mouthpiece, and said, "Come on in. Your bathing suit and Celeste's are down in the laundry room." Then she wandered off again, talking about a long-ago wedding or something. Down in the laundry room there was a pile of bathing suits. Mine was off to the side, with Celeste's blue bikini on top of it. I picked up the bikini top, wishing it was on the floor of my bedroom instead. The tag inside read "S". Small. Small but perfect, small but exactly what I'd dreamed of for months. Probably years, actually. I gave the top one last sad squeeze and grabbed my suit, heading to the bathroom to change. The pool was empty when I got out there. I'd figured Josh would be there, but maybe he was just late getting home. Or maybe Mrs. Drake just saw my car and figured Celeste and I had come by for a weekend swim. Whatever. I could swim for a while and see if anyone showed up, and it was better than going home. I dived in off the board, swimming up to the stairs in the shallow end. I hadn't been alone in this pool for a long long time, and it was kind of weird. I never quite figured out why Mrs. Drake was content to hang around all day in it, in the water or in a floating chair. During those middle school summers she'd been our perpetual lifeguard, leaving only to bring us all food and drinks, but she was in the pool even when we weren't. It was nice, though. The water was warm, and the air was finally cooling off, with a breeze kicking up. I swam some laps, played on the diving board, and kept wondering how the tiny slide by the side of the pool had once seemed so big. Floating around, I couldn't stop thinking about more recent things. Playing with Celeste's bikini had been a big mistake. I hadn't ever seen underneath it, but I knew what was there, and that I wanted to touch. More than wanted to touch - I wanted to kiss, fondle, play - and hear Celeste going wild. Just thinking about what she might sound like made me crazy. Angry, too - but I couldn't do anything about that. Bathing suits do a lousy job of hiding a hard-on, and it was getting just plain crazy swimming around. I stopped by the steps into the water and sat for a minute, letting the jets of water bounce off my back. Then I remembered something about how I'd liked those jets way back when. I looked around - nobody was there. The lights blazed from the house, over the pool fence, but it was quiet, except for the breeze. I turned around, making it look like I was going to pull myself out of the pool, but quietly dropped the front of my suit. It felt good, even though it wasn't Celeste. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the warm water at just the right distance and SPLASH! I pulled away from the wall a bit and looked behind me. Mrs. Drake was walking into the pool, still holding the phone next to her ear but looking at me a little strangely. I squashed down into the water and kicked away, hoping to get my suit better adjusted before she realized what I'd been up to. When I'd reached the middle of the pool, suit on and treading water, I looked back. She was sitting on the stairs, still talking. "That's okay Kate, just be home by your curfew.... Eleven, dear, yes, eleven... I know, I know, but your father and I agree. No, he's at the trauma ward tonight. Okay, then, see you later." She hung up the phone and rested it on the side of the pool, then dived in and started swimming. Should I flee? Had I just shown a lot more of myself than was forgivable? Had she actually seen anything? Would leaving be even weirder? She was just swimming along the side of the pool, nothing unusual so far. She came up to the surface, leaned against the the side, and looked over at me. "How are you tonight, David? Where's Celeste?" I sputtered a bit, finally coughing up "She's at a film festival." She nodded. "Is everything okay? You don't usually come here alone." "I was thinking Josh might be around." "He would have been, except that he's off helping Bill Jenkins move into his new apartment in New York. Bill's father had to cancel at the last minute, but I suspect Josh just wanted to go down there and meet girls." I smiled, relaxing a bit. "Probably," I said. "He seems to enjoy that." "He's always with someone new. It worries me, but I guess he's eighteen. You, on the other hand, seem to be pretty steadily around Celeste." My face fell. The wind was blowing harder now, and I felt a chill, but she knew that wasn't the problem. "Sorry - I didn't realize..." "No, that's okay. You couldn't know. We just broke up this afternoon." "Really? I'm - I'm sorry about that." "Thanks," I said. "It was a good summer, I guess." She thought for a minute, still looking at me, and left the side of the pool, treading water a bit further out. "You're going to college in a couple weeks, right?" "Yeah, about a week before Josh goes." "How long do you think you'll remember Celeste with all of those other girls to turn your head?" "I don't know. She still wants to be friends, said she'd write." "I like Celeste, but it sounds like she did the breaking up. Is she really going to write?" I kind of shrugged, not sure what to say. The wind was stronger and it was getting darker, faster than the usual sunset. I looked over to the west and there were dark clouds. "I think your dark clouds for the day already came through," she said. "That's just a storm, but we probably don't want to be in the pool if there's lightning." It wasn't even raining yet, and I didn't feel like getting out of the warm water into the colder air quite yet. My hard-on had come back, more than I felt comfortable about, so I nodded, and swam around a bit collecting things while watching the clouds, and Mrs. Drake. She got out and started gathering all the stuff around the pool, getting it into the shed before the wind picked it up. "Could you help bring these things to the shed?" she asked. Waiting for my hard-on to go away hadn't helped - actually it was probably worse now, but I couldn't really hide. I picked a spot at the side of the pool by a big float and pulled myself out, lifting the float to cover myself. We managed to get everything in as the wind got worse and the first raindrops were falling. She hadn't seemed to notice my suit or my embarrassment, and as we were locking up the pool she turned to me. "Have anywhere to go tonight?" she asked. "No, not exactly." "Why don't you come in for a drink. It's not great to be alone when you just lost a relationship." ----- Inside, she handed me a robe and put on her own. "I think the storm will blow by quickly," she said. "No point in changing and then changing back again." We walked up to her kitchen. "Have a seat and I'll make us a snack." Cheese, crackers, grape juice. Well, I had the grape juice, and she had a glass of red wine. "That's not fair," I joked. "It's not fair that you get to be eighteen and I'm not any more," she snapped back. "Besides, it's probably not a taste you'd appreciate. You seem to drink gallons of grape juice and soda." I put my grape juice down. "Could I try a sip?" She looked shocked, absolutely shocked, and put her hand to her mouth. Her golden brown hair shimmered a bit under the table light. "Amazing," she said. "What people ask for these days. Okay. You can try mine." She handed me the glass, holding on to it for a second before letting me taking it. I took a sip, trying hard not to let my face show that it wasn't quite my favorite taste. "And?" "I think - I think I could get used to that." She took the glass back. "Don't get too used to it. It's expensive. Well, more than grape juice, anyway." Outside, the rain was coming down harder, and lightning flashed occasionally, a classic end-of-summer storm. "So if you don't mind my asking," she started. I turned red, wondering what the next question might be, and feeling a jump in my pants. "What happened with Celeste?" I sighed. It was relief, but she seemed to take it as depression. "Don't worry about it," she said. "Teenage girls have all kinds of ideas, and sometimes they come back to something better." "I don't think she'll be coming back," I said. "There's a problem." "A problem?" she asked. "But you always got along so well." I wasn't sure how to put it. "Yeah, we did. But she - well, she noticed that I'm male." "And she hadn't before - oh, I see what you mean." "I don't know. It's not like she doesn't like me, just not like that. But I like her, and... I don't know. It's all strange. I don't think she's even kissed a girl." "So she's off at a film festival?" "Yeah, something to do with strong female images." "I see." She got up and walked over to the counter, getting another glass and the bottle of wine. She put the glass on the table in front of me and poured. "Don't tell anyone," she said, "but that kind of news is worth a drink. Not a lot of drinks, but a drink." "Really? I never thought..." "It's okay. One glass might calm you down a bit. You seem to have had a lot of... excitement today." "Thanks." I took a sip. It seemed a little better than it had the first time. "People do the craziest things," she said, "and don't notice who they hurt." I wasn't sure where this was going. Hopefully not to a lecture about pool hygiene. I looked back at her. She took another sip, and took her time before saying anything more. "Can I trust you?" she asked. I jumped a bit, nearly spitting out the sip of wine I'd been taking. I thought for a second, and then said "Yes." She smiled, a broader smile than I remembered seeing from her before. She leaned back in her chair, looked out at the lightning, and said "I thought I could. I've watched you all for a long time, and never saw you hurt anyone." I nodded a bit. "I try not to." "You had a lot of friends who tried," she said. "But never mind them. I've wanted to talk to someone for years, but never found the chance." "Why - why me? About what?" "Oh, about frustration," she said. "I think you understand that." I nodded. "I know you all found Derrick's Playboy magazines," she said. My eyes widened a lot, but I nodded. "Josh didn't know Derrick kept them in the closet precisely so they'd get found. I didn't approve, but as with all things Derrick, I didn't manage to change anything." "Your husband, Mr. Drake - uh, why?" "He's not - he's not easy to understand. He was a lot like Josh when he was a kid, and didn't really settle down until medical school took away all his time. I found him again then, and mistook that settled down man for the real Derrick. We got married, I helped put him through med school, and we had two lovely children." She paused, taking a sip of wine and looking away, out the window. The lightning was less frequent, the rain slowing. She turned to me again slowly. "Can I trust you?" I thought again. "Yes - you can." She leaned back, letting the robe fall open a bit, playing with her hands in her lap. "Derrick isn't my husband - any more," she said. "We divorced three years ago, and never told anyone." Suddenly my indiscretions in her pool seemed pretty minor. "Not even Josh and Kate?" "Not even them. We will tell them - we will - once they're settled in the world." I sat back and took a larger sip of wine, wondering what to say. Finally I asked the obvious but impolite question: "What happened?" "He cheated," she said. "He cheated constantly, even flagrantly." I nodded, and she looked down at the table. "I should have known," she said bitterly. "Looking back, I think he may have been cheating even while he was first dating me. He was in med school, though, so sudden or long absences didn't seem surprising. Then residency, and internship, and then surgery, a job with long hours and no schedule." "How did you - I mean, when..." "I don't exactly know. He seemed perfect when he was courting me, a young gentleman who'd never think of having sex before marriage. Then we were married and it was sex, sex, sex. Amazing sex, actually. But even that wasn't enough for him. I think he needed variety, and my pregancy gave him an excuse to wander." "Um...." "You look shocked. I shouldn't be telling you this, I" "No, no, don't worry. It's just a lot. Go on." I was a bit shocked by the idea of Mr. Drake chasing women, but I was actually more in shock from the thought of Mrs. Drake having sex. I mean, I knew she had children, so she had to have had it - I'm not that stupid - but I never expected to hear her say she'd had amazing sex. "I caught him when I was pregnant with Kate," she said. "I'd left my purse in his office, and realized it an hour later. I went back to get it, let myself in, and heard some unusual noises. I opened the door of an exam room, and he was standing there, oh, giving it to a little blonde coed from behind. She was standing on a stool, leaning on the bed, to make it work, and he didn't stop when he saw me, just smiled." I shook my head. "He told me later that she'd really really wanted to thank him for saving her boyfriend's life, but she didn't have any money - the story got weirder and weirder. Then he said I was better at - oh well - at giving head than she was, and so he..." My eyes were pretty wide, and my suit was pretty stretched again. She finished her glass of wine, and poured herself another. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" she asked. "Sure," I said. She refilled my glass and wandered over to the counter with her own glass. Her robe was open now, showing her brown one-piece suit and a body that had always interested me, but which suddenly had a different life to it. "He was doing this all the time, apparently. Lots of 'charity' work, done at a discount or for free, accepting favors from the grateful recipients. He was making enough money that it didn't make a noticeable difference that way." "We moved into separate bedrooms after that. Fortunately, he snores incredibly loudly, so it wasn't hard to explain to the kids when they wondered what was going on. He never quite apologized, though he spent a lot of time and money making sure I'd stay around, to keep the kids happy." "The pool?" "Yes, the pool was part of it, and the vacations, and he even came along and was on his best behavior. I don't think the kids even realized anything was wrong. He helped out with a lot of my church work, too." "So, why - why the secret divorce?" "I caught him again, and it was just too much." I nodded. "Kate and Josh were at summer camp, and I'd been spending most of my days out on a community improvement project. I guess I'd written it down on the calendar, but one day I got it wrong and came home. I got quite a surprise." "A surprise?" "Yes. Actually - come over here with me. It was right in the livingroom." I picked up my glass and followed her, taking yet another sip. My head was spinning a bit already, but fortunately she was walking ahead of me and couldn't see me stuffing my hard-on further down into my suit. In the livingroom, I sat down quickly. She put her wineglass on a table and went to the door. "I came in here," she said, "took off my coat, and put it in the closet." She took off her robe and put it in the closet. Then she walked out around the corner and turned to the sofa. "Right there, on that couch, my husband was holding hands with a woman - a woman who looked kind of like Jodie Foster." "Was it Jodie Foster?" She laughed. "Of course not. Derrick's not that smart or that lucky." "They were just holding hands?" "Well, yes - but they were both naked." My dick jumped a bit and I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees to hide it. "They were naked, and there were two other naked women, kneeling on the floor right here, in front of them." "I, uh, I see." "The other two women were Mrs. Pinkton and Mrs. Williams - remember them?" "Wow. Wow." Mrs. Pinkton had been gorgeous - tall, brown haired, with enormous tits and a bright smile. Mrs. Williams was blonde, a bit older, but still nothing to complain about. I started to lean back, remembered the tent I was hiding, and shook my head. "Derrick and 'Jodie' had their eyes closed, obviously in ecstasy. I watched for a moment and then screamed. Apparently Mrs. Williams hurt Derrick when she jumped, but I didn't really mind. They all kind of looked at me like I was the crazy one, and I stormed out." Her face was red, her chest was heaving. She looked away, out the window, where a last bit of red sunset peeked through the departing storm clouds. She looked back at me. "I need to get out of this room," she said. "Let's go back to the pool." I nooded. She picked up her glass and the bottle, and I walked carefully behind her, trying not to disturb my pole. For the first time I took a closer, admiring, look at her ass. Kind of big, but firm, beautiful. That made it an even more painful walk, though, and the robe didn't help any. Revelations to Lessons She left the main pool lights off, opening the gate and turning on the underwater lights. "Have you ever seen it like this before?" she asked. I shook my head. "It's my favorite way to be here. We shouldn't swim, though, not after the wine." We sat by the stairs at the shallow end, putting our feet in. I sat carefully, again, though the way she sat, her tits were all too beautifully in my face. "I probably shouldn't have laid all this on you," she said. "It's okay - really. I think I've forgotten everything I was depressed about." "Really? Celeste's pretty cute, you know." "Yeah. She is. But, uh - well, your story's more memorable." "Derrick's just insane, I guess, while Celeste may be confused." "The results suck for both of us. But how exactly are you still here?" She took another sip of wine. "Derrick may be a sex-crazed maniac, but he's totally obsessed about the kids' futures. We had a few screaming matches after that - I guess you probably noticed the effect on Josh - and he decided to cut his losses." "Cut his losses?" "Well, I'd hired a private detective, who told me it was the easiest job he'd ever had. I had a huge stack of photos - they're somewhere in a safe deposit box - but Derrick was more concerned about the kids." "Wow." "He got a spare apartment and agreed never to use the house again for sex. I get 25% of all of his sizable income for life, no matter what happens. I can stay in the house as long as I want, so long as I keep up the pretense that we're still married." "That's a strange deal." "Financially, it's great. Emotionally, it let me stop focusing on Derrick and focus on the kids. Unfortunately, it's also been kind of dull. I'm getting things done, even finishing my ancient dissertation, but, well, there's not a lot of excitement, at least until Kate's out of school." "Any idea what you're going to do?" She looked at me for a minute, took another sip, and said, "well, I was thinking about taking up teaching." "Teaching what?" "A particular student I've seen a lot recently," she said. She leaned over suddenly and grabbed my cock through the suit. I saw stars as her hand wrapped around me. The wine glass fell in the pool. I fell backwards, my feet splashing out of the pool while I jerked uncontrollably. Her stories had had me on the edge already, and the wine had me spinning, but now I released and released and released. Eventually I had to open my eyes. She was looking down at me, brown eyes sparkling with a smile. "Did you like that lesson?" she asked. I could only murmur, overwhelmed and kind of embarrassed. "Yes." "Would you like another lesson?" She looked a little worried, but not for long, as I had to say yes. "I hadn't planned this," she said, still looking down at me, "but it just seems like the right thing to do. I've been bored for a long long time, you know, and it shouldn't be that way." I was slowly coming back to normal as my hard-on finally calmed down, and sat up, gently. "I'd never thought - well, I guess I'd had some thoughts - but -" "I guess all that time floating in a pool together had some effect on us," she said, getting up and heading down the stairs into the pool to retrieve the glass. She bent down into the water to grab it, pulling the strap of her suit to the side in the same move. When she came back up with the glass and put it on the side, I could see a lot more of her gorgeous chest. "Hand me my glass, will you?" she asked. I picked up her glass and handed it to her, and she pulled me into the pool. "Can I trust you?" she asked. "Not to tell Josh, or Kate, or Celeste, or anyone at all?" I got my balance again, looked at her, and said "Yes." "Good," she answered. "I'd really hoped I could." I wasn't sure what to do, but she pulled me in for a hug. Incredibly, my hard-on started coming back immediately, but she didn't seem to mind. She let me go after a minute and looked me over, then burst into the biggest smile I'd ever seen. "Let's - let's get you cleaned up. Kate will be home soon, and I don't really want her catching us in the pool. Then let's talk about where to go next." "My parents and brother are gone for the weekend," I blurted out. "How convenient!" she smiled. She took my hand and let me out of the pool. I picked up my glass and robe on the way in and she turned out the lights. We went into the wash room, which combined laundry with a shower and was usually the changing room for the pool. Celeste's bikini still lay there, a strange reminder of my feelings earlier in the night. "Hand me your suit and I'll put it in the wash," she said, opening the washer and putting my robe in it. "I - uh - okay -" I stammered. She turned to me and looked me over, still smiling. "Don't worry too much," she said. "I expect we're going to get very familiar with undressing in front of each other." I nodded, a little red in the face, feeling my hard-on returning at just the wrong moment. I pulled my suit down and stepped out of it, handing it to her carefully. "Wonderful," she said. "The previews look great. Now jump in the shower, clean up, and come upstairs when you're done. And don't touch yourself - I want you for me." She smiled again, put my suit in the washer and started it, and went upstairs. ------ I took a quick shower, just enough to get the chlorine and cum off of me, threw my clothes on, and practically ran upstairs. Most of the house was dark, but there was a light over the kitchen table. Mrs. Drake, still in her suit, was waiting for me. "I'm drinking grape juice," she said. "I hope that doesn't ruin your image of me, but I was thinking I might want to drive over to your house after Kate's in bed." I nodded, thirsty. "Pour one for me, will you?" She handed me a glass of juice and continued. "We can't really do much here - I don't have to care much about Derrick any longer, but I definitely don't want Kate or Josh to know." "That makes sense," I replied. "Is it okay to go to your house?" "Yes - yes, please! Definitely!" I was shaking a bit. "It's good to see you're as excited as I am. We just need to be careful." "Okay - we will be." "Kate should be home in an hour, maybe a few minutes later than that. She falls asleep quickly, so I should be able to be at your house around midnight? Are you up for a late night?" "Yes, definitely - with you, definitely." "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions to, er, prepare myself for teaching?" "No, no, of course not." "I just need to know if you've had any bad teaching before." "Bad teaching?" "I'm joking - I'm just wondering how much experience you've had." I turned bright red, redder than I had all evening. "Not much," I finally had to say. "That's good," she said. "I guess - I guess I'll run down a silly checklist. I've seen you holding hands with Celeste, so I know that one's a yes. Did you ever kiss a girl?" "Yes, a few times." "A deep kiss, or just a quick kiss?" "Er, quick. Celeste kept her lips tightly sealed." "Did you ever get her clothes off?" "No - I think they were glued on. I came into the changing room too early once and saw her butt, though." "Did you like it?" "Yeah. Definitely - but I managed to close the door before she realized I'd opened it. She'd have been pissed." "Did you ever get to - well, feel her up?" "Not really. Just hugs, no groping. Groping was definitely forbidden." "And did you ever get to - er - grope anyone else?" I shook my head, and looked down at the table. I hadn't done much, outside of my imagination. "Perfect!" she said. I was a bit surprised. "You're a clean slate. Well - mostly a clean slate. I know you've seen Playboy magazine - any more porn?" "A little," I started. "What have you seen?" I blinked a bit. "I don't know. Playboy, Penthouse, some video when we were in a hotel on a school trip. I found a strange book in a tobacco store, too." "Not too bad," she said. "Don't worry - I won't tell anyone. I was just hoping that I'd get to start with a clean slate, and I suspect you're as clean as they come these days." "So it's a good thing?" "Yes, though I'm curious about that 'strange book'." "Just your usual tale of college madness..." "So you are looking forward to college! Good!" She chuckled. "I'll just have to make sure you're ready for all that responsibility, with proper training before you go." I just kind of grinned. "Well, why don't you go home and get ready for class. I'll take a shower here and be ready to come over as soon as I can. That'll give me a few minutes to assemble a curriculum." "A curriculum?" "Well, sort of. Maybe just a lesson plan. Just remember - don't do any homework in advance. I want you all for myself." ------ Suddenly home seemed a lot more exciting. It was going to be a very different weekend than I'd planned, but probably a better one. Way riskier, but probably rewarding. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, but I figured cleaning up was a good idea. I threw all the windows open, to let the place air out, and cleaned up my room. The twin bed looked kind of small - maybe the guest room? She'd wanted to know about the porn, so I pulled it out from between the mattress and the box spring, and put it neatly in a drawer, with "Co-educational education", the 'strange book', resting on top. The guest room was already immaculate, and I just opened the windows. What else? It was too late to buy boxes of rose petals, and maybe that would just be weird anyway. Candles? I went to the closet with the Christmas decorations and found a few, though the holiday colors were strange. Oh well - I put one on each side of the bed in the guestroom. Then I shaved - not that I really needed to, much, but why not - and took another shower. I remembered her instructions to save myself, so it was strictly a cleaning shower, but more thorough than usual. I got dressed again, a little nicer than before, but not too formal. Was this a date, sort of? I changed a few times, winding up a lot better dressed than usual but not in a suit. I checked the answering machine, and there were two new messages. One from my parents - whatever - reminding me to put the trash out early Monday, with a gentle "don't wreck the house." The next one was from Celeste, and kind of weird. She hoped she hadn't hurt me, that we could still be friends, and that she was a little worried that I'd be home alone over the weekend. I saved that one because it was now too funny, and was really happy there hadn't been a cancellation call from Mrs. Drake. Midnight ticked by and I got more nervous, but at 12:05 the doorbell rang, and there she was, in a beautiful red dress and ruby necklace. Her brown eyes sparkled, her smile gleamed. "Wow!" I said, showing her in. "You look amazing." "I thought I should celebrate a bit. I haven't had anyone to dress up for in a long while, and I was thrilled to find this still fit." She looked around. "I haven't been here in a long time. It's very nice." "Thanks, my parents - I'm not sure where, what - where we should go." "Well, give me the tour!" I showed her around the house, closing windows as we went. She said she didn't want anyone to hear us! The first room that actually interested her was my room, and I was glad I'd neatened it up. "Do you mind if I look around?" "No, not at all." She explored the surfaces first, looking through the bookshelves, sitting on the bed. Then she went through my dresser, murmuring about how I'm always hiding my nice clothes. Finally, she turned to me, and asked "So where's my competition?" "Celeste, you mean? I just got a message -" "No, David - the porn." I turned red again and opened the desk drawer. She grabbed the book and flipped through it, laughing a bit. The magazines were less interesting - she didn't bother opening them. "Pretty ordinary stuff," she said. "I doubt you've learned too many bad habits. It's a nice room, but I think - well, I think it's too small. Is there some place else? Besides your parents' room, I mean - it's a dreadful cliche, and strange as well." "There's a guestroom." She held up her hand for me to take, and said "lead me." We walked down the hall to the guestroom. I threw open the door, bowed, and probably came off as a deranged butler. She walked in, looked around, and sat down in a chair, putting her purse on the table. I closed the door and came in, and she gestured for me to sit on the bed. I was, of course, hard again, so I had to sit carefully. "I've been thinking about this, David," she started, and my face dimmed. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Sorry," I said, "that's just the way Celeste started out this morning." "Ah - I guess I couldn't have known. You've probably guessed from the outfit that I have better news for you, though." I smiled and relaxed. "I was thinking about the teaching, actually. 'Teaching' isn't normal for this, but it's probably the only way I'm going to be comfortable doing this. Do you mind?" "No, not at all. Why would I?" "Well, it might be a bit slower than you're hoping. A key thing I have to teach you is patience - but there are lots of other fun things to teach along the way." Patience? I wasn't sure what she meant, and probably looked confused. "Don't worry, David. I won't leave you in blueballs for the weekend. We'll make sure you're satisfied - just a little more slowly than you might be used to." "Um, okay." My hard-on disagreed violently, but at least it had the promise of a bright future. "I won't ask you to do anything I wouldn't do - allowing for differences in our equipment of course - so don't worry." She looked around the room, and closed the windows. "Nice candles," she said. "A bit out of season, but it's good to know you're paying attention. Can we light them?" I handed her the matches and she lit them, then walked over to the light switch and turned the lights most of the way down. She came and sat next to me on the bed, taking my hand in hers. "Now David," she said. "We need to fix one thing. I really can't have you calling me Mrs. Drake when we're together like this, even though I'm teaching. Unless you want me to call you Mr. Hoskins, of course." "You're right, that's weird," I said - "I just didn't know..." "You can call me Christina," she interrupted. "Everyone else calls me Chris, but Christina feels more beautiful right now." "Okay, Christina, then. Wow, Christina." I looked into her eyes and she looked back. "I think we can start the introductory lesson," she said. I raised my hands to pull her closer, but she sat back a bit. "I think we should start with a hands-on evaluation," she continued, "and as cute as you are in that outfit, I think it needs to come off. I'll help." She reached for my shirt, unbuttoning and untucking it, letting her fingers wander over me a bit more than was necessary for the shirt. Then she took the shirt off, exposing what I'd always thought was my least attractive part, my upper body. She ran a finger down my arm, though, and purred "very nice" in my ear. She lowered her hands to my belt buckle and opened it, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants next. The unzipping was a bit of a challenge, but at least I didn't explode this time. "I thought you said I'd need to be patient," I breathed. "You do need to be patient," she replied, pushing me to stand and then dropping my pants. She pulled me back down, then climbed off the bed to pull the pants off of me. When they were off, she ran her fingertips down my legs, making me shiver, ignoring my tented boxers to take off my socks. "Always make sure you take your socks off when you take your pants off," she said. "Socks without pants are just, well, funny. And you have great feet anyway." It wasn't the kind of advice I'd expected, but I just kept watching her, wondering what would come next. She stood up, took my hands, and had me stand. Then she ran her hands down the side of my body to the top of my boxers and gently pushed them down, carefully freeing my pole from the tent. "Lie down," she commanded, still standing. I shifted, putting my hands behind my head on the pillow and stretched out, looking up at her. She looked down at me, admiringly. "I know you don't think much of your body," she started, "because you're always trying to hide it." I winced. "But it doesn't need to be that way," she continued. "Your body is beautiful, capable, exciting." She looked me over from head to toe, then ran her hand slowly up my body from my foot to my hair - never quite going where I wanted her to go. I twitched a bit, and she smiled. "I think for now you should turn over," she suggested, "but be sure to make yourself comfortable." I rolled over into the middle of the bed, adjusting myself flat against my stomach. She ran her hands up and down my body, lightly over my back, down my arms, down my sides, over my butt, down my legs and my feet, looking for new places to touch. She tickled me a few times, and found some spots I'd never thought might be sensitive. She ran her hands through my hair, almost tickling my ears. Every now and then she gently traced my face with her hand, but always stayed away from my lips. "I like your hair," she said. "It's soft without being thin. Derrick's is just plain coarse, which I guess suits him." She put her purse on the bed, took off her shoes, hitched up her skirt, and straddled my back, putting her hands on my shoulders. "Have you ever given a girl a back rub?" she asked. "Not really. I massaged Celeste's shoulders once when she was sore, but she didn't seem to like it." She started rubbing my shoulders. "I think we'll start there," she said. "Being able to give a good back rub means you can offer a girl something that's not really threatening or intrusive, but still lets her get a sense for how you can touch her and respond to her needs." I groaned a bit as my shoulder loosened. "Should we switch, then?" I asked. "Should I be -" "No," she said. "You should get a good massage before you try to give one, and I've got a long way to go here. Have you ever gotten one?" "No," I admitted. "I think you're the first woman in a long time who wanted to have her hands on me." "Don't be so hard on yourself," she said, moving her hands up my neck. "I don't think you'll have any shortage." "Right now, I'm very happy not to have a shortage." Twenty minutes later my back was more relaxed than it had probably ever been. I thought at one point she'd finished, but she was just pausing to get out some massage oil, and then she worked on my back again. All this massage had calmed my raging hard-on down a bit, though it was still amazing to have Christina on top of me. Finally the massage was over, and she climbed off of me and kneeled on the bed next to me. She ran her hands along my body again - they felt different because of the oil. She added a bit more oil to her hands occasionally, touching, tracing, and sometimes rubbing me. I'd never thought I'd want my calves massaged, but it was wonderful. She moved up my thighs, toward more sensitive areas, still massaging but more and more lightly. She ran her hand between my legs, separating them a bit. "Feel good?" she asked. I murmured. It felt a bit strange, but warm, not quite ticklish, and she wasn't too far away from the place I really wanted her to touch. The wrong side, though. She moved her hand slowly up my thigh, until her thumb just barely touched the back of my balls. "I bet that feels good," she said, pressing gently. She moved her hand up just a litle, rubbing the area behind my balls. "I bet you never even realized that area existed," she said. "But it can feel pretty amazing. And I can feel how hard you are here." Revelations to Lessons I squirmed, enjoying the sensation. She kept rubbing gently, and then warned me: "We're getting into dangerous territory here. Are you comfortable?" I said yes, and then she moved her hands up to my butt. "Men seem to forget that they have butts, but women are always paying attention. Fortunately, you have a nice tight one." I wasn't sure what to say, but she kept massaging me, moving her hands along the side of my ass and up toward the crack. I jumped when her fingers entered the crack, touching me lightly at a very delicate place. "Is that all right," she asked. I murmured yes again. "It's a delicate place," she said, "probably the most dangerous sexual spot on the body. There are a lot of nerves here, but people don't like to think about it. Worse, some people seem to think of this spot as a place for power plays - either touching people here when they don't want it, or making them touch it. Derrick was awful that way." I kind of nodded sideways. "You don't seem so awful, though. I think you're enjoying this gentle touch." She reached for the bottle of massage oil, and said "I think I'll explore a little more, but carefully. Tell me if I do anything you don't like." She poured some oil in her hand, and ran her fingers in it. She ran her hands along the top of my cheeks, separating them slowly, and then massaged me like she had before. This time, though, instead of staying on top, she pressed her finger in slowly, making me groan. I'd never even thought of doing this before. "That's so strange," I said. "Strange bad?" she asked. "No, I think strange good. You're not a doctor with a thermometer." She explored a little more, delicately, before removing her finger and grabbing the kleenex box. "I'm not - I'm not entirely comfortable with that," she said. "I was curious, and it's part of the 'lesson plan' I'd thought of, but - will you excuse me a minute?" She ran into the bathroom, and I could hear water running. She wasn't long, though, and came back with a smile. "Sorry about that," she said. "I'm kind of a neat freak. Now - where were we? Ah, yes, my favorite part. It's time for you to turn over." There was no hiding it - I was rock hard, dripping. "You are excited!" she said, starting at me. "Exciting, too." She didn't touch it, though - no relief yet. Instead, she sat by my head and touched my face. "It was nice of you to shave," she said. "Unless you know otherwise, it's best to assume that a girl likes her men clean-shaven." I'd never had anyone touch my face like that. I don't know how long I spent looking up at her, into her eyes, at her ever-more enticing body, as she traced the contours of my face and ears, visiting my hair and coming back down to my chin. Once again, she mostly avoided my lips, and closed my mouth gently with my chin when I tried to grab her fingers with my mouth. Finally, with a shudder, she leaned back. "I'm too excited to stay at your face," she said. "You should always remember though, that girls like it when guys pay attention to their face, touch it, praise it. There's too much talk about the other parts of our bodies." "But now," she said, turning, we should pay attention to the rest of your body. She shifted position to better address my chest, letting her fingers drift and rub across it. "Men may not think they have nipples for a reason," she said, "but they're still wonderfully sensitive. Maybe better for lips than for hands, though." She visited the spots on my sides that had been sensitive earlier. As her fingers drifted further downward, it was all I could do to keep from thrusting. She skipped from my stomach to the outsides of my hips, though, again shifting down to my feet. It seemed like an eternity as her hands climbed my legs toward the now-painfully hard center of my thoughts, which was leaking fluid constantly. "I didn't think I could get you much more excited," she said. "I'm afraid I might even have kept you waiting too long. I'd like to do something you might think strange, though. Or actually, it's more like having you do something." My breathing was heavy and erratic as her hands cupped my scrotum, and then she climbed slowly to the top, gathered my pre-cum on her finger, and brought it to her mouth. "Salty," she said. "Perfect." "What would you like me to do?" I asked. She rested her finger on my tip, as if waiting for more. "Why don't you sit up." I did, and she climbed on the bed, sitting behind me. I could feel her tits pressed against my back through the fabric of her dress. "I'd like to see something," she said. "Something I'll show you as well." "Okay - what?" "I'd like to see how you get yourself off." My face flushed an incredibly bright red, and my hard-on drooped. "I don't - I mean -" I stammered. She wrapped her arms around my chest, pulling me closer to her. "It's okay, David, it's okay. I just - well, consider this part of my inspection." I didn't know what to say, but I let her take my right hand and put it on my cock. She put her own hands on my thighs, her fingertips just barely touching my scrotum. "Would you like some massage oil?" she asked, stroking my scrotum gently. I shook my head, and started stroking. She watched closely over my shoulder, and I could smell her hair and a hint of perfume. Her fingers were moving too - never interfering, but touching me in ways I could never have touched myself. I needed relief more than anything else, and she cheered me in a breathy voice on as I reached my peak. "That's wonderful, David - it feels so good just watching you. Please, come for me - come for me like you did before!" Finally, I came, practically shouting, making a mess on the bed as she held me close and gently - very gently! - squeezed my balls. I closed my eyes and fell back into her arms, enjoying the sensation as her hands crept up my cock to gently milk its remaining cum. She brought her hand up to her mouth and cleaned it. "I could get used to that flavor," she said. We lay there together for a few minutes, kind of drifting off. "Don't fall asleep yet," she said. "There's more to do tonight." "What's next?" I asked, a bit sleepy. "Why don't you jump through the shower, and I'll clean up in here." A bit groggy, I wandered into the guest room shower, and rinsed off. When I came back, she'd put a new comforter on the bed and was lying across it. "Put your clothes on." "Put my what?" "Put your clothes on. It's your turn to do to me what I did to you." I found my piles of clothes and got dressed again. "Remember," she said, "you can be just as sexy in your clothes as out of them." She jumped off the bed and stood next to me, taking my hands. "Now it's your turn to take my clothes off. Normally, you probably won't get to take a girl's clothes off all at once, but tonight's a little different. Just go slow." I wasn't sure where to start, but she motioned toward the back of her dress. I unhooked the clasp and let the zipper down slowly, letting my hands move down over her body with the dress. "How nice," she murmured. There was no hook on the back of the matching red bra, so I moved around to the front. Christina was smiling at me again, even kind of bouncing with excitement. And what a bounce! I ran my hands down her bra to the clasp in the center and opened it - or tried to - and then tried again, and it opened. She had a beautiful pair, soft with big brown nipples. I enjoyed a bit of a feel as I removed the bra, though maybe that was cheating a bit. When the bra was off, she stepped back, standing only in her panties, asking "Like what you see? No one's seen it in a long time." I grinned. "You're beautiful, Christina. You kept that just for me?" "Kind of." She giggled, and stepped close to me again. "Off with the rest," she said. I slid my hands down her sides to the red panties, and slid them down her soft legs. Her hair was trimmed in a neat triangle, pointing to the place I hoped to explore. I had a tent in my pants - again - as she led me to the bed, lying down on her front. "The basic instructions are simple - do with me what I did with you, with just your hands. If you have any questions, let me know. I like questions," she growled. I straddled her back. "I've never given a real massage," I said. "Tell me what I do wrong." "Or right," she added. I started on her shoulders, and it took a while to figure out the right pressure. Too light, too hard, too light or too hard in a different place. I ran up her neck a bit, and paused to play in her soft hair and to touch the side of her face. "You're a quick study," she said. "Very sensual." After a while I tried the oil, which felt cold at first but warmed up quickly. It was easier to get the massage right without worrying so much about pressure. "Remember though, David, odds are good that you'll have to give a massage through clothing first, which is really hard. On the bright side, it can entice a girl to remove her bra. If you get to using the oils, you've probably already seduced her long ago." After a while she thanked me for the massage, and said "explore." I shifted back so I could roll my hands down her sides, thrilled to find the edges of her tits, and felt gently for sensitive spots. She moaned happily a few times. "I may be a little easy tonight," she said. "It's been far too long." I shifted off of her so I could explore her beautiful long legs, perfectly tan from all her time at the pool, just a little bit wrinkled despite all that sun. She giggled when I touched her feet but encouraged me to give her a foot massage. It was time to move back up her body, massaging her calves and her thighs. She spread her legs a little for me to reach her inner thighs, and I could see her treasure. I didn't touch her there, though it was tempting. Patience, she'd said, patience. Instead, I gently kneaded her soft butt, moving very slowly into the crack. I was relieved to see that she seemed perfectly clean, just a rosebud peeking up. I started as she had, in the space in between, rubbing gently and enjoying her soft moans. I moved very slowly up toward her butt, not sure she wanted to be touched there. "Should I?" "It's okay," she said. "Just be gentle." I reached for the massage oil and put a little into the crack. Then I touched it with my thumb and she jumped, shaking a little and groaning. I explored a little further, putting some oil on my finger and going inside. She shuddered. "Is that all right?" She didn't answer, just moaning loudly. Finally, she stopped, and I left, finding a Kleenex like she had. "That felt so good, David. I didn't expect to feel like - well, I didn't expect to come." "You came? But I didn't -" "You don't always have to. I was wound up, and I guess I was also feeling very comfortable. I don't normally - well, I don't normally like that. I only really let you do it as part of the lesson. I guess I was the one who learned." She turned over and grinned at me. "This lesson's not nearly over yet. Run and wash your hands, and we'll continue." I ran to the bathroom, washed my hands thoroughly, and returned. She was sitting up, waiting for me. "It's going to be a little different this time. I have a lot more to show you, a lot more that might be unfamiliar, and you need to learn how to touch. We'll follow the same general pattern though." She lay down in the middle of the bed, and motioned for me to lie beside her. I put a hand in her golden-brown hair, stroking it and running my hands through it. Then I moved down to her ears and her face, enjoying tracing her nose especially. She let me touch her lips, but she didn't open her mouth, and I felt down to her chin and her neck. "My neck is very sensitive," she said. "Lots of girls are - that's why just plain 'necking' can be so much fun. Remember that when we're kissing," she said, shuddering slightly. I visited her freckled shoulders, her arms, and her hands, remembering that she'd counseled patience. She played with my hands as well, making it more of a game than an exploration. Eventually she murmured "It's time," and lifted my hands to her tits. I'd never felt anything like that - pillowy soft, warm, with their own shapes. The nipples felt a little different under my fingers, soft but rapidly hardening. I rubbed them gently, not sure what more to do. "Should I be doing something more?" I asked. "You can squeeze a bit harder, but still gently," she replied, eyes closed. "The nipples are more sensitive, though I love the way you feel over all of me." I squeezed harder, and she smiled and sighed. "Yes, that - keep doing that. Pull a little too. Harder." She was right about harder - I was solid again. She had me stay there, playing with her beautiful tits, for a very long time, sighing and moaning, before she finally pushed my hands down to her stomach. "It's a little soft," she said, "but I think it's still in wonderful shape." "It feels perfect," I said, exploring down the sides and shifting to her beautiful wide hips, avoiding her thatch of pubic hair for now. Her legs, which I'd admired at the pool, were next, and I went down to her feet for a brief foot massage before she summoned me upward. "It's time," she said, sitting back against the headboard. "I need to show you a few things." She spread her legs, and motioned for me to sit between them. She took my hand, and rested it on her pubic hair. "I suspect you've seen pictures," she said, "but it's not really the same." I looked down, and saw her lips, leaking a bit of fluid. "Yes, I'm wet - I'm very wet. You've done well tonight. Touch me, carefully." I stroked the lips carefully, parting them, finding the next lips inside, stroking some more. She moaned softly. "Keep touching me like that for a little while - that's it. Don't forget my thighs there - they're sensitive too. Yes...." I kept stroking gently, until she took my hand and put it near the top of the crack. "My clit is hiding here," she said. "See if you can gently bring it out. Gently - just rub gently." I rubbed where she had told me, until her clit emerged. I touched it lightly, and she jumped a bit. "A little more - that's it. No, too hard.... Softer.... Good. Now - now move lower, and in, just a couple of fingers." I explored her warm, wet passage, feeling her muscles move as I did, finding different textures at different places. "That's it," she breathed. "Go a little further, and you'll find my cervix. Careful, though. I want you to know where it is so you'll avoid it." I touched it, and she groaned a bit. "Now come up here, behind me, like I did with you." I switched places, sitting behind, adjusting my pole so that it wasn't poking directly into her back. She took my hands and placed them on her tits, and asked me to rub them like I had before, gently at first, and then harder. She enjoyed that for a few minutes, and then her hand crept downward, finding the clitoris I'd just exposed. She rubbed it as I watched her, hands still kneading her chest. She started gasping after a while, her breath getting shorter and shorter. Then she was shouting, as I held on tight. "More, more!" she shouted. "Pull my nipples, please! Squeeze them!" I pulled, I squeezed, I rode, I listened, I watched, and I felt as she got warmer and warmer, finally releasing with a glorious spasm and cry. She stopped for a moment, then turned around. "Get those clothes off!" she ordered. "I need to touch you!" I jumped up and stripped as she watched me with a grin. When I was finally naked she jumped up and touched me, making certain to touch my hard-on every time she went by it, and putting my hands on her. She wrestled me into the bed, still touching me everywhere, while I felt all over her. Finally we were side by side, my hand inside of her, her hands stroking my cock. I came first, shooting on to her chest, and she came loudly a few moments later, now that I could focus on her. She leaned back, resting on a pillow, her face very flushed. "I'd say that was a very successful first lesson," she said. "I'm glad we closed the windows." I nodded, still panting. "I've never had a class this exciting."