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The Woodworker

By: randy_writer



The Wood Nymph

Mike was in his workshop planing a stack of rough sawn cedar. He had about a thousand board feet of it and he wanted it all planed before he stacked it on the lumber rack he had finished earlier in the week.

It had been a rainy spring but this Friday in late May had started out mild and without a cloud in the sky. The forecast was for continued clear weather for the weekend with the temps in the mid 80's and the humidity around 80%. It made working outdoors or in his shop hot and sweaty but he preferred that to the cold damp winters. He theorized that he could always take enough cloths off to get cooled off but when he was cold he couldn't seem to get warm regardless of how much he had on. His personal climate theory was the reason he still slept on a waterbed, something he'd first done in the early 70's. As far as he was concerned, hopping into a warm bed on a cold winter night was the way to go and he wouldn't give it up for the world. It also afforded him the luxury of sleeping nude, something else he'd adopted in the 70's and never gave up.

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Mike's house was at the closed end of a dirt road. From a distance, unless you had traveled the road, you wouldn't even know the road continued because of a dogleg right before his house. It offered him the privacy he was looking for when he bought the property years earlier. He hadn't spent more than a couple weeks at the hideaway until, at age 63, he took an early retirement from his job. Since then he had rented out his house, packed up his belongings and moved here to this southern state. 

Mike was a widower, having lost his wife to cancer some six years earlier. He had dated some before leaving the coast; women his friends had set him up with. Most were one or two date affairs. A few of the women were attractive and horny enough to satiate his sexual needs for a while but none of them attracted him to the point where he wanted to pursue anything serious. So for all practical purposes he had been alone since his wife's passing. 

Mike had a small porn collection; which he watched when he needed to release his sexual tension after his friends' list of available women had run out. He hadn't met any women since moving so the porn collection had been used more frequently. He had noticed an attractive woman on his road right before the dogleg turn. Because of the turn in the road their backyards were adjacent to each other which meant she was his next-door neighbor. Although he hadn't taken the initiative to try and meet her, she had been the object of his fantasy a few nights while he was watching porn.

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Mike fed a cedar plank into the planer, guiding it with his hand until he was sure it would travel straight. Once it was well on its way he walked around to the backside and guided it until the tail end of the plank had exited from under the rotating knives. Mike picked it up and flipping it over, stacked it on top of the pieces he had already planed. Once he had it all planed on one side he would run it through to finish the other side.

When he started back toward the feed end of the planer he looked up and was startled to see a petite blonde standing in the doorway. He thought he recognized her as the woman from the house next door.

"Whoa, you startled me," he said as he reached over and shut the machine off.

"Sorry," she offered. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you but with all the noise your planer makes, it was impossible not to."

"The lady knows her wood working tools, I'm impressed," he answered.

"I took a wood working class a long time ago, she said. I don't remember what all the machines are called, but for some reason I remember that one."

"Sometimes I have to stop and think about it myself," he lied, trying to put her at ease. "It's not often I get a visitor, and a pretty one at that," he continued, taking his gloves off, "My name is Mike."

"Hi, Mike," she said, blushing a little at his compliment. "My name is Ginger. Well actually it's Georgia, but my friends have always called me Ginger because of my hair."

He looked at her hair and realized it was more red than blonde but he said, "I would have called it strawberry blonde rather than ginger".

She offered, "It was darker when I was younger, but by the time it lightened to this color the name had stuck."

"I see. Well it's nice to meet you Ginger or Georgia," he said. Taking the hand she offered, holding it lightly, letting her do the shaking.

"I live down the road, just around the corner," she explained.

"I thought so," he replied, "I've seen you a few times when I passed by your house. You have a nice looking place."

"Thank you Mike," she said, continuing, "I like it, it's not big but it fits us nicely."

"Us?" he asked, he hadn't ever seen anyone else at her place and there was never more than one vehicle parked in front.

"Me and my dog", she said.

"I see," Mike answered; trying to mask his relief at hearing she was apparently unattached. He had heard she was alone and now hearing her validate that fact would no doubt further his fantasies. He was also pleased to see that up close she was even more attractive than he could see from the road when passing by.  Her hair was shoulder length and framed a very attractive lightly tanned face.

She was dressed for the spring weather, wearing light tan shorts and a loose thin-strapped white top that was cut low in the front, revealing some of her cleavage. Her breasts were small but perky, jiggling slightly as she moved. Her nipples pressed against the light material suggesting that she wasn't wearing anything under her top. 

He had heard she was in her late forties, but even dressed casually as she was, she could easily pass for someone ten to twelve years younger. 

"So you're a woodworker huh?" She asked, looking around at all the equipment.

"Well, not really, not professionally at least. It's more like a hobby, I just like working with wood. I'm not even sure what I'm going to do with this stuff," he replied, "at this point all I'm making is shavings. Maybe you'd like some to make a sachet to put in the drawer with your unmentionables"

She laughed at his joke "Well maybe I would. I was just out for a walk and I heard the noise so I thought I'd stop and introduce myself. I don't mean to keep you from your work," she said, "Maybe I should go, unless you need help."

"Well don't rush off on my account," he said, hoping she would stay, "I never turn down free help."

"Did I say free?" she asked, laughing.

"So what do you charge?" he wondered.

"How about you let me help you with your wood, then we'll talk pay," she said.

Mike wasn't sure but he thought she had glanced down at his crotch when she said it. He shook off the notion as wishful thinking. 

Mike gave her a pair of gloves and after turning the planer back on, showed her how to feed a plank into the rotating knives. He explained that she should keep it straight and close to the center of the planer table. 

"Oh, I can keep it straight alright," she said, smiling at him, "don't worry about that."

After standing next to her and feeling comfortable that she was a capable helper, he walked to the exit side and waited for the plank to come to him. When he had stacked the planed board with the others he turned back toward the door.

Ginger had already picked up another plank and was about to start it through. She paused and shouted over the noise of the machine, "You ready Mike?"

"I was born ready," he shouted back, a smirk on his face.

Ginger fed the board into the planer, guiding it carefully as he had instructed.

Mike watched from his end. As the board proceeded he noticed that she had her gloved hands on the sides of the board guiding it but she had her pelvis pressed against the end of the board.

"You're not pushing are you?" Mike asked, "Don't force it."

"No, I'm not pushing" she said, backing her hips away from the board. She fed the next board in, moving her pelvis close to the end of the wood again. She saw him watching her and said, "I'm not pushing Mike really."

He nodded, noticing that the end of the board was just above where he imagined her pubic mound to be. Having fed plenty of wood through the machine, he was well aware of the vibrations that could be felt though the wood. He also knew, having done some leaning himself that the vibrations changed as the board traveled past the blades. He had experienced getting a partial hard-on more than once and as he watched her he was certain that she was enjoying the vibrations herself.

From his perspective it looked like with each succeeding piece of wood she held her end lower against her body. She was sweating in the spring heat, beads of moisture had formed on her forehead and small rivulets of perspiration rolled down her chest into the valley between her breasts and her shorts appeared to be getting damp between her legs, Mike wondered if it was perspiration or if the vibrations were exciting her sexually. She picked up the next slab of wood, again asking him if he was ready.

"I told you, I was..." he started to say.

"I know, you were born ready," she said laughing again. This time he was sure she had looked straight at his crotch. His flaccid member had grown while he was staring at her breasts and shorts and there wasn't any way she could have missed the bulge in his pants. "You're looking more ready all the time," she added, looking back down at the bulge.

He was wishing he had not decided to go Rambo this morning. The bikini style briefs he usually wore would have hid his erection better. He'd figured he would be jumping in the outdoor shower when he finished working in the shop so he had just grabbed a pair of loose cargo pants and pulled them on. Now his hard-on pushed out on the pants, showing his obvious excitement.
Thirty minutes later when Ginger started the last plank into the planer, she immediately moved her pelvis next to it. This time she wasn't hiding it. She held herself against to the wood and started rubbing up and down on it. He watched her face as the wood moved into the planer. Her expression changed as the vibrations changed but the satisfying smile remained until she was forced to let go.

Mike stacked the piece of wood with the others and walked toward her and shut off the machine. He looked at her red face, wet with perspiration. The front of her top was wet between her breasts and her nipples were pressing harder through the material. Her shorts were definitely wet between her legs and he doubted it was all perspiration. His bulge grew bigger as he eyed her petite body.

"We're done already, do we have to stop?" she asked, obvious disappointment in her tone, "I was enjoying myself.

"This is all of the wood that I have down here in the shop. You looked like you were getting yourself all worked up, I'm not sure I can pay you what you're worth," he said, eyeing her protruding nipples.

She reached down to his bulging pants and rubbed his hard-on. "It looks to me that you have enough wood to do the job," she cooed.

"Why don't we take a break, would you like a cold drink Georgia, I mean Ginger?" he asked reaching down to the little refrigerator he kept in the corner of the shop.

"Georgia is fine if you'd prefer," she said, "What do you have stashed in there?"

"It's just that you look more like a Georgia than a Ginger to me," he said, "I'll call you Ginger if you'd prefer."

"People have been calling me Ginger for so long I guess Georgia sounds foreign to me, but when you say it, it sounds nice. You can call me Georgia if you'd like."

"OK, Georgia, I'm going to have a beer, but there's also water, and oh yeah, there's a wine cooler back there as well," he said, pulling a bottle of beer out and setting it on the workbench.

"I'll have one of those if you have more," she replied.

Mike grabbed another bottle and dug through the workbench drawer until he found an opener and popped the caps off.
He picked up the two beers and turned toward the door, "Let's sit out here," he suggested.

Georgia followed him out of the shop and around the corner to a swing hanging from a huge Sycamore tree. Mike held the seat until she had sat down then sat next to her. "Here's to working with wood," he said, holding his bottle up. 

She reached over and tapped her bottle against his "To working with YOUR wood," she said with a grin. She rubbed her hand on the cedar swing seat, "Did you make this?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was one of the first projects I made with the cedar. Actually the swing was already here but the wood was cracked, the paint peeling and it looked like hell," he said, continuing, "So I decided to rebuild it."

"It looks great," she said, "Maybe you could make one for me."

"Maybe, just know the tree isn't included," he joked.

She laughed, "Well then I better get a good price."

"I'll do you one better," Mike said. "I'll do it for free, including the wood, if you help."

She reached over and rubbed his leg, "Exactly which wood are we talking about?" she asked.

"You drive a hard bargain Georgia. Okay, I'll throw in the cedar as well," he said, eying her body again. 

They both took a long drink of their beer before she finally broke the silence. "I have to confess to something," she said, her hand on his leg.

"Don't tell me, you're from the government and you're here to help," he said, laughing.

She took another drink of her beer before continuing, "No 
I'm not, from the government, I mean."

"I wasn't just out for a walk, I came over here hoping to seduce you," she said, her hand was slowly inching its way up his thigh toward his crotch. 

"I knew it," he said, in mock disgust, "A guy just can't find good help without strings attached!"

"Seriously Mike, I've been watching you for several weeks and I want you. I've seen you coming out of your outdoor-shower naked and wished that I were naked with you."

The shower he referred to was a three-sided structure made of criss-cross lattice panels on each side. There were two panels on each side aligned to each other in a way that blocked most of the open spaces, making it fairly private from the outside unless you were standing directly next to it. There were dual shower heads on the open corners aimed in toward the side opposite the opening, allowing the occupant to shower with the least chance of being seen from outside the enclosure. Obviously Georgia had seen him walk naked from the shower to the house, he rarely covered himself believing he had total privacy in his backyard. The thought of her being out there somewhere watching excited him.

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately so I decided to introduce myself and see what happens." She explained.

"I'm glad you did Georgia," Mike answered, "I appreciate your help with the cedar."

"Oh, playing hard to get huh?" she replied smiling.

"Just teasing," he said, "Seriously, I am glad you came over, I've had a thought or three about you as well."

Georgia slid closer to him. "I want your hands all over my body. I want to touch you all over," she continued, her hand now on the bulge in his pants.

His cock was hard, restrained only by his pant leg. He put his beer in the bottle holder he had fashioned in the arm of the swing and put an arm around her shoulders. Pulling her closer, he reached across her and put his other hand on her breast. He leaned in and kissed her. Her erect nipple pressed into his palm as his tongue met hers. He pushed the spaghetti strap off her shoulder and held the bared breast in his hand.

She squeezed his erection through the material of his pant leg. With her free hand she pushed the other strap down and maneuvered her arms to let her top slip down, baring both of her breasts to him. 

Her hand was working at his zipper as he bent down and sucked an erect nipple into his mouth. His hand kneaded the other breast while he sucked and nibbled at the nipple in his mouth. Georgia moaned as she undid his belt and the top button of his pants. She reached in to free his hard-on, "Oh good," she gasped, "you're naked in here!"

She worked the stiff shaft out of his pants and wrapped her hand around his now uncovered cock and stroked it slowly. She smeared the pre-cum around the swollen head with her thumb.

Mike leaned back in the swing and moaned, "Oh yeah, that feels great Georgia."

She slid away from him, leaned over and licked the swollen head of his hard-on, the tip of her tongue exploring his hole. Her warm lips parted as she slowly sucked him into her mouth. 

Gradually she lowered her head as her mouth slowly covered most of his entire length. Her head bobbed on his cock, caressing it with her tongue and lips.

Mike moaned again trying to maintain control, knowing it was a losing battle. It had been way too long since he'd had sex and he was horny as hell regardless of the porn he'd watched just a few days earlier. "Be careful with that," he warned, "it's loaded and it's about to go off." 

Georgia nodded her approval, she was anxious to taste his hot semen. Sucking him deep into her hot mouth, she swirled her tongue around his swollen head, setting off his orgasm. 

His hot cum shot into her mouth. Her tongue flicked on the now super sensitive head of his cock causing it to jerk uncontrollably, pumping more of his seed into her wet welcoming mouth.

"Oh my God Georgia, that feels so good, suck me, suck me dry!" Mike moaned. Her head continued to bob on his erection until it started to soften. Slowly she relinquished her hold on it. Lifting her head, she pulled on it stretching it out, sucking the last of his cum into her mouth. She sat up licking her lips and kissed him. When her tongue slipped into his mouth, he could taste his cum.

He cupped a bare breast, kneading the soft flesh before trapping the erect nipple between two fingers and tugging gently. She moaned into his mouth, "Oh God Mike, I'm so hot, tell me it's my turn to cum now." 

Mike slid a hand down across her flat tummy and worked the single button loose then slid her zipper down. His hand slid down to her pubic mound. He was pleased to find that she was clean-shaven; he had always liked shaved pussies. He also realized that he wasn't the only one who had decided to go Rambo that day. "Well, look who else is naked under their clothes," he said.

Georgia smiled and said, "I figured if my plan to seduce you worked I didn't want any extra clothes in the way."

"Not only is she good with wood, she thinks ahead. I like that in a woman," Mike replied.

He stood up and put his hands on her bare shoulders, turning her he gently urged her onto her back on the swing as he stood over her half naked body. 

As she lay on the swing bench with her knees pulled up, Mike grasped the waistband of her shorts and waited for her to lift her hips off the swing before sliding them out from under her butt and up her smooth legs toward her raised knees. When she lowered her ass back to the seat, Mike slid the shorts over her knees and down to her ankles. Georgia lifted her feet and let him slide them off, taking her sandals off with the shorts. He folded the shorts and draped them over the back of the swing.

She lay there naked except for her top still around her tummy. Mike took in her beauty. Her green eyes staring back at him. Her long reddish-blonde hair spread out on the seat around her head. Her soft firm breasts rising as she slowly inhaled through her slightly parted lips, dropping back down as she let the air escape through her nose. His eyes moved down past her flat tummy to her clean-shaven pubic mound. He gently lifted her left leg and rested it on her shorts on the back of the swing. She moved her other leg to the edge of the seat and let it drop to the ground. The soft outer lips of her vagina parted slightly, her clit now protruded from its hood at the top of her slit. When she slid her left knee back toward her, the petal like edges of her inner lips protruded through the now wider opening of her pussy. A small drop of her moisture seeped from her slit down toward her puckered hole. Mike stood there, taking in the naked body lying before him.


The Woodworker Ch. 02



Georgia stepped into the shower and pulled Mike under the hot spray behind her. "Now remember, I want you to come to my house to eat, so let's not stay in here too long," she said.

Mike pulled her close and kissed her, "So let me get this straight. You want me to be naked in the shower with you, rubbing my soapy hands all over your deliciously hot naked body, but you want to make this quick. Is that correct Miss Ginger?"

Georgia laughed as she dripped the shower gel on his chest spreading it around with her other hand. "Well not too quick, I wouldn't want to miss anything," she replied, her hand spreading the suds lower on his body. She was teasing him by getting close to but purposely avoiding contact with his semi-erect cock. She leaned against him rubbing her soft breast against his chest.

Mike played along with her, taking the shower gel from her and dousing her back and then slowly spreading the slick suds over her smooth skin. His hands roamed from her shoulders to her ass, caressing her, kneading and massaging her soft body as they stood under the hot pulsating spray of the shower.

Georgia applied more gel to her hands and soaped up his stiffening shaft, "Now don't get too excited Mike, I'm just going to wash you off before we rinse off and get out of the shower."

"Okay Georgia, no problem," he responded as he turned her body and applied more suds to her breasts before reaching down to wash between her legs. "I won't get too excited if you don't."

She leaned back against him relishing his touch, "Darn you Mike, that's not fair!" she said, laughing again as she wiggled her tight butt cheeks against his hard-on.

Georgia turned in his arms again and kissed him while she maneuvered both of them around under the water until they were suds free. "As much as I would like to stay here until the water gets cold I think we better get out now before it's too late," she suggested.

Mike reached behind her and turned off the water. Georgia stepped out of the shower and pulled an oversized towel off the shelf. She unfolded it and held it out for him. Mike stepped toward her but instead of letting her wrap the towel around him he pulled it from her grasp and wrapped her up in it. He pressed the soft Egyptian cotton against her body, absorbing the moisture from her skin while feeling her curves under the towel. When his hands reached her butt he let the towel fall loose and caressed her bare skin, pulling her to him. Georgia didn't resist his embrace, putting her arms around him and hugging him back.

He leaned his head down and kissed her soft lips. "You are the best seductress I have ever met, Miss Ginger," he whispered into her mouth, between kisses.

Georgia used the towel to dry Mikes back and butt before dabbing away the remaining water drops on her thighs and lower legs. She handed him the towel to finish drying himself as she stepped in front of the mirror. "Oh geez," she sighed, "Look at me, my hairs a mess!"

"There's a clean comb in the drawer if that helps," Mike offered, "And if that's what you look like when you're a mess you're in great shape!"

"You're just saying that because I offered to feed you," she responded, suddenly feeling bashful at her nudity in front of him. She blushed at the thought of being embarrassed. How funny she thought to herself, she had come here to him to seduce him and he had let her. They had spent the afternoon pleasuring each other, first outside on the swing, then in his bed and now she was going to take him to her house and cook for him and then take him to her bed to make love with him and perpetuate this fantasy.

She wasn't sure if he sensed what she was feeling but she instantly felt more at ease when he stepped up behind her. She watched in the mirror as he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the back of her neck. "I would have said that even if you weren't cooking for me. Maybe it's been way too long since someone showed you just exactly how sexy you are."

She leaned back into him again, letting his arms cross in front of her and cup her breasts, "There you go again," she said, softly, "You just can't help yourself can you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Missy." he said.

"You just always say the right thing. It's like you are reading my mind and you know what I want you to say. I have to warn you if you keep it up you cold have trouble getting rid of me," she whispered.

"I'm just telling it like it is Georgia," he replied, "And who says I want to get rid of you?"

She looked at Mike in the mirror as he held a steady gaze at her body, "What are you looking at?" she asked.

"I just realized you have freckles," Mike said, looking back at her in the mirror, "I think I'll just have to kiss each one of them."

She moved one of his hands from her breast, sliding it down her body to her smooth pubic mound, "Well don't forget about the ones down here."

Mike didn't need any further prompting; sliding a finger between her moist lips into her pussy before giving her clit a little circular attention.

Georgia turned in his arms, pulling his hand away from her vagina and put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Mike's hands slid down to her butt and pulled her against his erection. The kiss reheated their passion, tongues exploring, hands groping, arms and legs entangled they held each other for several minutes and savored the moment. Georgia finally twisted away from the embrace, "Oh my God Mike, we have to get our clothes on or we'll never get to my house!"

Mike laughed, "You're right about that, I can't keep my hands off you. I think we left our clothes lying outside. Can I get you something to wear until we get to your house?"

"You're right, we did. I guess I wouldn't want to put them on after showering anyway. So what do you have that might fit me?" she asked.

Mike took her hand and led her back into the bedroom. He pulled open a dresser drawer and offered her one his selection of Green Bay Packer T-shirts. "One of these should do. Some of them are oversized so you wouldn't need to wear anything else," he suggested.

"What are you saying?" she teased, "That I'm fat?"

"You know what I meant," he countered. "Actually I was thinking that an oversized T-shirt would cover that cute little ass and still show off those shapely legs of yours. I'm thinking if you're dressed in the least amount of clothes possible I can get you naked that much faster." he added with a grin.

"A man with a plan, I like that," she replied. Mike watched as she put her arms into the shirt and raised them over her head, her petite naked body stretched toward the ceiling sensuously in front of him. The shirt fell down over her head and shoulders before covering her smooth breasts and erect nipples, finally dropping low enough to conceal most her body.

She caught him watching her as her head poked out of the shirt. "See something you like?" she asked looking down at his erection.

"Oh yeah," Mike replied, "I like everything I see!".

Mike grabbed a T-shirt from the drawer and pulled it over his head. He pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and slipped his feet into his sandals.

"Would you like some shorts Georgia?" he asked. "We do have to go out in public to get to your house."

"No, I'm good like this," she answered, flipping the bottom of the shirt up to give him a quick peek of her nether region. "I thought we'd go back through the woods. It's shorter and well this is a small town Mike. I'd prefer not giving my nosey neighbors any gossip fodder."

"Okay by me, you ready to go young lady?" he replied.

Georgia stopped and slipped on her sandals before picking up her discarded clothes as they left through the back door of Mike's house. 

Mike followed her through the trees shining his flashlight ahead of her lighting the path. They soon exited the wooded area into her backyard and were greeted by her dog, which stopped short when she saw Mike. The hair on her back went up as she growled at the man following her mistress.

"It's okay girl," Georgia called to her protector, "He's one of the good guys."

As the dog approached Mike recognized the breed. "Oh, a Samoyed," he said, "I've had two of them in the past. They're great dogs, very loyal and protective. What's her name?"

"I named her Fiona, not sure why, just like the name I guess," she answered, "most of the time I call her Fi for short."

They stopped and waited while the dog approach them. She greeted Georgia first and apparently satisfied that her mistress was safe walked toward Mike's outstretched hand. Fi sniffed at his hand and let him pet her head. He used both hands to rub her ears and neck.

"Careful Mike, you'll have a friend for life if you keep that up," Georgia warned.

"Hey, if it works on her maybe I'll try it on her mistress," he suggested, laughing at her expression as she pondered the possibilities.

"It probably would work but you might want to try someplace other than my ears," she countered.

"We better get in the house Miss Ginger," Mike said. "I have my work cut out for me between kissing all your freckles and rubbing you in just the right place, which incidentally sounds like it could be near those freckles you were so kind to point out."

Georgia took his hand and led him toward the back door, "You are very perceptive sir!"

Once inside the door Georgia turned and gave Mike a hug. She kissed him and said, "Welcome to my house Mike, I'm glad you could come home with me, I think we're going to have a really great time tonight."

"Can I get you something to drink before I feed Fi?" she asked.

"Maybe just a glass of water for now. Can I help with the dog?" he offered.

Georgia took a glass from the shelf and filled it from the dispenser on the refrigerator door. "Here you go. I can take care of Fi, you just have a seat and relax, and I'll be right back."

Mike took the glass and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Thanks," he said patting her butt as she turned to go out the door.

Mike took a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter. He quickly downed the water and set the empty glass on the counter as Georgia was coming back in the door.

"Wow, I guess I was dry," he said, "any chance I could get a refill?"

"Sure, but it'll cost you," she replied taking the glass and refilling it. Instead of handing it back to him she walked around the end of the counter and held the glass behind her, "So just how do you propose paying for this sir?"

Mike slid off the stool and stepped close to her. He lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her while his other hand lifted the T-shirt and cupped her bare butt, pulling her closer.

Georgia's lips parted, inviting his tongue into her hot wet mouth as he slipped his hand around her and took the glass from her. After setting it on the bar he reached down and lifted the other side of the shirt. With both of his hands now on her naked skin she conceded to him and kissed him passionately.

Mike slowly lifted the shirt even further as he caressed her smooth skin from below her butt to her shoulders. She could feel the rush of cool air as he exposed her bare backside. "I certainly hope no one is looking in the window," she said. 

"Just Fi," he said, "I hope she's not the jealous type." He caressed her again, "Hmmmm, you sure do feel good."

She pulled his hands away from her, letting the shirt fall, "I believe you are paid in full," she said, "And if you kiss me like that again you won't get to eat." 

"Well not dinner anyway," she added laughing. She moved quickly away from him as he reached out and tried to catch her.

"I need to do something with this hair or I'll never get a brush through it," she announced, "Why don't you grab a beer out of the fridge and relax. I won't be long, promise."

"Okay, you sure you don't need my help?" Mike asked.

Georgia laughed, "As much fun as that sounds you better stay here. Check out my CD's for some music you like, I'll be back before you know I'm gone."

"I doubt that but okay," he answered, watching her walk away, the T-shirt riding up on her backside as she walked, showing the inverted heart shaped curves of her firm ass. 

Mike grabbed a beer and went into the living room to check out her CD collection. She obviously had an eclectic taste in music with something from a wide array of genres. He found several of the romantic bent and finally chose a few CD's of romantic classical piano and guitar music. After loading the CD changer he sat back in the recliner to wait for Georgia to return.

True to her word he didn't have to wait long. He was surprised to hear her coming toward him after only two or three songs had played. When she rounded the corner into his view he was even more surprised to see that she was no longer wearing the Packer shirt that she had worn home. In it's place she wore a Packer shirt of her own. This one was white silk, the 'G' logo in pink being held away from her body by her soft breast. Her erect nipples protruding against the material. It was about the same length as the other one, barely reaching her thighs.

"Wow, nice shirt!" he exclaimed.

"You like it?" she asked, raising her arms and turning around to model it for him, revealing a matching pink and white thong in the process.

Mike fumbled for the lever to raise the recliner to the upright position but Georgia quickly straddled him on the chair, pressing her thong-covered sex against him.

"We haven't talked about our roots," she said, "I'm a Cheesehead by birth. Are you surprised?"

"For sure, no wonder you didn't object to wearing my Packer shirt," he answered.

They soon discovered that they were from the same Indianhead area of the dairy state, having grown up in towns only about ten miles apart.

"Too bad I didn't know you then," Mike said, "but then again with our age differences I guess it wouldn't have been appropriate."

"The important thing is you know me now," she said, kissing him and wiggling her butt on his lap.

Mike cupped her ass, returning her kiss as he squeezed her cheeks.

"Mmmmm, you smell good," he said, kissing her neck, "And your hair is all...all...it looks great! How'd you do that so fast?"

"Well I knew there was this handsome guy out here waiting for me. That inspired me, I didn't want you to give up on me and leave," she replied laughing.

"Yeah, like that was going to happen," Mike said.

"I'm starved, lets eat," she said, sliding off the chair and holding out her hand to pull him up.

Mike found the lever and sat the recliner upright as he stood, catching her and giving her a hug. "Food does sound pretty good," he replied.

Georgia walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of white wine, "Would you mind opening this, I feel like a little vino with dinner?"

"Not at all, that actually sounds pretty good," he responded, taking the bottle and corkscrew from her.

She set two chilled glasses on the counter while he pulled the cork and offered it to her. "Well aren't we fancy," she laughed as he held the cork under her nose. "You are so funny Mike, you really make me laugh."

Mike laughed with her as she made fun of his pretentiousness. "You make me happy too," he said. He filled their glasses and handed one to her.

"What should we drink to?" he asked, touching his glass to hers.

"To us, to the perfect day we've shared and to having as much pure unadulterated fun as two consenting adults can have in one night," she offered.

"Absolutely," he replied, touching her glass again before tasting the wine. "Mmmm, very nice!"

"Mmmm, yes it is good. I'm glad you like it. Now, tell me. How do you feel about sushi and sashimi?" she asked.

"I love it," he replied. You made it? I'm impressed"

"Yes," she answered, "Another one of those classes I took when I didn't have anything better to do. I hope it'll be okay. It's all fresh, I made it this morning, another part of my diabolical plan to seduce you." 

He smiled at her, standing in front of him in the oversized T-shirt, knowing that she wore only a thong under it and worrying that he might not like what she had prepared. "You're too funny, of course it'll be okay," he said.

She opened the refer again and slid out a platter of the food she had prepared. She sat the platter on the counter in front of him and retrieved the small dishes of sliced ginger, wasabi and soy sauce. She set two oriental style plates along with a pair of chopsticks for each of them next to the food and stood there for a moment looking at the setup. "Did I forget anything?" she asked.

"The wine?" he asked.

"Right here," she said, handing him the bottle and pushing the other barstool closer to him before climbing onto it and kissing his cheek.

Mike refilled their glasses and toasted her again, "Here's to my new favorite neighbor," he said.

They filled their plates with the delicacies Georgia had prepared and enjoyed them; mixing small talk along with the wine. 

"This is absolutely delicious Georgia," Mike said, "You learned this all in one class?"

"Well several classes actually, two whole semesters at the local JC," she replied, "I'm glad you like it."

She continued, "I thought at first I might try for a Chefs Certificate but after a year I decided against it. I figured out that if I got the certificate I would most likely have to move out of the area to put it to any good use so I scrapped that plan. I took a few more cooking and baking classes after that first year, mostly for my own enjoyment. I can bake you a fantastic cake if you ever need one. 

"I'll keep that in mind," Mike said, a big smile forming on his face.

She caught the smile and asked, "What?"

"Oh, when you said cake I thought of frosting and then I thought about what you might look like wearing nothing but icing," he replied, his grin even bigger than before.

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped, in mock shock "What have I done?"

"More importantly," she continued, "What kind of icing do you prefer?"

"Normally when I eat cake I would save the frosting for last but having already tasted your lovely delights any flavor would do, you would be the pièce de résistance," he answered, "But if I had to choose, I guess I'd pick chocolate."

Georgia took the last piece of sashimi from the platter and set it on Mike's plate. "Here you go Mike, please eat this I'm stuffed."

"Thank you," he said, "I'm getting pretty full myself but I can't let this great food go to waste. You really did great Georgia, I loved every morsel!" He held his chopsticks with his right hand as his left hand found her thigh and moved toward her waist. 

Georgia let her legs relax, enjoying the feeling of his hand caressing her bare leg. When Mike's hand slid between her legs Georgia's thighs squeezed his hand, "You have an amazing talent Mike, one caress of your hand on my leg and I'm ready to melt," she sighed. "Let me clean this stuff up first and then you can touch me all you want."

"Would you like me to help you clean up?" Mike asked after he had eaten the last of his fish.

"There's just a few things, I'll rinse them off real quick and put them in the dishwasher. I don't want to waste time in the kitchen when we could be doing other things," she replied with a smile, reaching over and stroking his thigh, making sure her hand touched him in the right place.

"I'll drink to that, I think I like where this is going." he said, picking up his glass and draining the rest of the wine.

Georgia rotated her stool toward Mike and slid off, causing the T-shirt to ride up and reveal her nearly naked nether regions. She spread her legs slightly giving him an even better view of her sex covered only by the pink silk of the thong. The delicate lips of her labia were evident, a slight fold of material in the indentation between them. He felt his shaft stiffen when he noticed the damp area at the base of her slit.




The Woodworker Ch. 03



Mike awoke to the feel of hot breath on his face. He opened one eye and saw Fiona, Georgia's dog with her nose an inch or so from his. "Well good morning Fi," he said hoarsely, his throat not yet clear. When he reached out to pet her Fi turned and scampered out of the room.

He heard Georgia talking to her from the other room, "Fi, stay out here. Let Mike sleep."

"It's okay Georgia, I'm awake," he called.

"Sure, now that Fi woke you up," she answered laughing, as she came down the hall toward the bedroom.

When she walked through the door Mike lifted himself up on one arm, "Whoa, look at you!" he exclaimed.

Georgia was wearing a short pink robe that barely covered her in the front. Her strawberry blonde pulled back into a ponytail away from her smiling face. The front of the robe was open above the loosely tied belt. The soft curves of her breasts visible inside the silky fabric. As she moved toward him the bottom of the robe parted and closed, giving him glimpses of her smooth mound. The top of her slit teased him as she got closer.

"Good morning Mike. Sorry about Fi," she said, setting a cup of coffee on the nightstand. "I brought you coffee, I wasn't sure if you were a coffee drinker."

"Great, yes I am, thank you. It's alright about Fi, I was kinda awake anyway," he offered.

Georgia sat down on the bed next to him, "Did you sleep okay?" she asked, bending down and kissing his forehead.

The belt of her robe had pulled loose when she sat down and now leaning over had exposed one of her breasts completely.

Mike reached up and brushed the back of his fingers across her nipple, "I slept fine darling. How about you?"

Georgia sat up and looked at him like she wasn't sure what had said, "I...uh....I slept fine Mike."

He looked up at her, "You okay? You look surprised."

"You called me darling. No one has called me darling for a long time," she responded, smiling.

"Oh, sorry Georgia, I didn't mean to assume anything," he apologized.

"No.... I like it!" she said brushing his hair away from his face.

"So are you hungry?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Now that you mention it I am," he said.

"Good, I made some cinnamon apple crêpes. I hope you like them," she said.

"Wow! You did? How long have you been up? What time is it?" Mike asked.

Georgia laughed, "It's no big deal. After yesterday and last night I thought you might be hungry. Crêpes aren't what you would call a manly breakfast but I wanted to make you a treat."

"I think I've already had the treat," Mike said. "Can you give me about ten minutes?" he asked, glancing at the bathroom. "Any idea where my clothes are?"

"Oh they're around someplace. You mean you don't want to eat breakfast naked?" she teased.

Mike laughed, "As good as that sounds I think I'd better have something on." Georgia stood up and reached over to pick up his shorts giving Mike a great view of her ass. Georgia's sexy lips peaked out at him from between her thighs.

"Here you go Mike, she said handing his shorts to him, "and to answer you other questions, I've been up about an hour and it's around 9:00."

Mike threw back the sheet and reached out to grab her. Georgia squealed as she stood up and quickly stepped away from him. He was left holding her robe, which she had slipped out of trying to elude his grasp.

He tossed the robe to the far side of the bed. "Well, it looks like you're eating naked now so I guess I'll join you," he said laughing.

Georgia turned and faced him, her bare breasts jiggling as she laughed, "I dare you!" She said, as she turned and hurried out of the bedroom.

"Breakfast first, dessert later," she called back, as she went down the hall to the kitchen smiling to herself. "There's a new toothbrush on the sink, anything else in is the cabinet. Don't be long, okay," she added.

When Mike walked into the kitchen about fifteen minutes later he was still naked, but carrying his shorts in case she had changed her mind and retrieved her robe. Georgia was sitting at the table with her back to the wall. Her perky breasts were uncovered and looking down through the glass table he saw that she was still completely naked.

She laughed, "I'm glad you accepted my dare Mike. "She had pulled the only other chair next to the one she was sitting on. "Come and sit next to me."

Mike leaned over and kissed her after he had taken the seat next to her. "How delectible!" he said as she took the cover off the casserole dish holding the crêpes. "And the food looks good too!"

"Thank you, I hope you like them," she said.

"Are we talking about the food?" he asked reaching over and lightly pinching a nipple, "because I like these."

"Yes Mike, I am talking about the food," she laughed, brushing his hand away.

"Mmmm, they smell wonderful, I'm sure they'll be as great as the dinner you made last night!" he responded as she dished up the delicacy.

"It's nice to be able to cook for someone," she replied, "and even nicer when they appreciate it."

When they had finished their breakfast Mike put his hand on her thigh and moved it up her smooth leg, "So what are you doing today, any plans?" he asked.

"I'm sorry Mike, I have plans for the rest of the weekend," she said, "If I had known this would turn out like it did I would have tried to change my plans but it's probably too late now. I have plans to see a show at the Indian casino with a couple of my girlfriends. We made the plans a couple weeks ago so I'd feel bad cancelling now."

"It's okay Georgia, I understand," Mike replied. "I wouldn't expect you to change your plans."

"Thanks for understanding Mike," she said. "If we weren't spending the night I'd offer to make it up to you later."

Mike laughed, "You made it up to me already sexy lady, I really enjoyed our day and night together."

"I'm glad Mike. I did too," she replied, "I just wish I didn't have to leave so soon."

Georgia leaned toward him and kissed him as she ran her hand along his thigh, stopping before she touched his semi-rigid shaft, "Thanks for understanding Mike." 

"Do you have to leave right away?" he asked. "I was hoping maybe there was time for a quickie."

"Unfortunately, I do" she answered, looking through the glass at his erection. "I'm supposed to meet my friends in about an hour and I still need to get myself ready and throw some clothes in a bag. I'm really sorry Mike."

Mike stood up to let Georgia out from behind the table, "Oh, now I really feel bad," she said, looking at his hard-on, "Come on let me help you with that."

She took Mike's hand and led him to the bedroom.

"I don't want to make you late," he said, offering her a way out.

"How long could a blowjob take?" she asked, licking her lips as she pushed him back onto the bed.

Georgia knelt at the side of the bed and slowly licked the length of his cock. It jerked as she tongued the head. She turned her head slightly and moved her lips up and down his shaft as if she were mouthing a harmonica. When she reached the tip she licked the per-cum off before resuming the silent song she was playing on her oral sex version of a mouth organ.

Mike moaned, "Oh god that feels amazing!"

She continued past the base of his hard-on to his testicles and hummed as she sucked on them one at a time. 

The vibrations sent shivers through him, "Holy crap Georgia!" His hands reached for her head but she was too far away. He clutched at the sheets, his feet on her back, urging her on.

He felt her tongue tracing along the ridge on the underside of his cock until she reached the head. She ran her tongue around the mushroom edge of the glans of his erect shaft. Georgia rose up on her knees and held his shaft to her lips. She licked the drop of pre-cum from the hole and then slowly descended on his erection. Her tongued swirled as she lowered her head until he was entirely in her mouth. She held him deep in her mouth for a time, adjusting to the pressure of his swollen head against her throat. She felt him get harder as her head bobbed on his cock. His hands were in her hair urging his cock deeper into her mouth .

Georgia tasted traces of the previous nights sex as she sucked on his shaft. As her juices begin to flow from her pussy she reached down and ran a finger along her slit. When she touched her clit she felt her inner muscles shudder. She knew it wasn't going to take much more to make her cum.

She felt Mike's cock thicken in her mouth as she pressed a finger into her pussy. Any thought of leaving now gone, she lifted her head off Mike's cock and said, "I don't care if I'm late Mike, I need you inside me! Slide back on the bed, I'm going to give you that quickie you wanted!"

Mike barely got all the way onto the bad before Georgia had straddled him. Not waiting for him to adjust, she held his erect shaft and slipped the head between her wet lips and impaled herself on his cock.

"Oooh yes! That's so mmmm......mmmm, yesss, so good," she moaned. "I'm so hot Mike!' she exclaimed, pumping her pussy on his hard-on while rubbing her clit. "I'm going to cum Mike! Cum with me!"

Mike cupped a breast and pinched her nipple as he drove up into her. He grunted his response as his hard-on expelled his seed, "Oh yeah! Squeeze me! I'm cumming with you."

Georgia's orgasm intensified as her hips stroked up and down; finally taking over her body. Her pussy tightened on Mike's cock as she felt his hot cum spew into her.

She collapsed on top of him and kissed him as her tremors slowly abated. Mike felt the firm grip of her pussy relax on his shaft, becoming a soft warm refuge for his now limp cock. He caressed her back and kissed her, "That was the best one yet!" he said. 

Georgia nodded her head against his cheek. She lifted her body away from his and slid to the floor between his knees. She took his shriveled cock into her mouth one more time and savored the taste of their sex. 

She stood up and turned toward the bathroom. He heard the shower water, "Do you want a towel to wipe yourself before you get dressed?" she asked, as she waited for the water to get hot.

"No I'm good. The aroma of our sex will be a reminder of you for the rest of the day," he said pulling on his shorts and looking around for his shirt.

"Eww! I'm not sure if I think that's romantic or not," she laughed, "but I'm not going to invite you to shower with me or I'll never get out of here."

Mike walked over to her and put his arms around her. "Let me know when you get back Georgia. I really want to see you again."

She kissed him and said, "I will Mike, and you can count on it!"

He kissed her again and turned to go, "Have a good time Miss Ginger."

"There's a goodie bag for you in the refrigerator, just a couple extra crêpes. I thought you might enjoy them," she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

Mike found his sandals and stopped to get his goodie bag. He smiled to himself as he walked out the backdoor. Georgia had written her phone number on the bag along with, 'Call me soon!' and signed it Miss Ginger.

Mike wrote 'The Woodworker' along with his number on the whiteboard next to the fridge before heading out the backdoor.

**********

Mike was startled to find Fi right behind him as he exited the wooded area into his backyard after leaving Georgia's.

"Hey Fi, what are you doing here?" he said. "Your mistress is going to be looking for you."

Fi allowed her to follow him as he went into the house. He found his cell phone in the bedroom and called the number Georgia had written on the bag of crêpes.

"Hi Georgia" he said when she answered.

Georgia laughed, "You miss me already?"

"Well actually yes but I was calling to let you know that Fi followed me home. Can I keep her?" he joked.

"I was just about to put her in the porch before I left," she replied, "darn, now I'll be even later."

"I don't mind if she stays here with me," Mike offered. "That way you can get going."

"Oh Mike, you don't have to do that. I don't want her to be a bother," Georgia appealed.

"She's not a bother. In fact she's lying on the kitchen floor like she's at home. Go ahead and go, she's fine here," he replied.

"Alright, if you're sure. I'll leave the back porch door unlocked. When you want you can bring her back and put her inside. She'll be fine, her food and water are there," Georgia said.

Okay Georgia, have a good time, I'll see you when you get back," he replied.

"Thanks Mike, I guess that means I owe you another reward," she said, laughing.

Georgia heard Mike say 'good girl' to Fi as he hung up.

**********

Mike's phone rang around midnight. He fumbled around on his nightstand finally picking it up and answering it on the fifth ring. 

"Hello?"

"Hi Mike. It's me Ginger, I mean Georgia. I probably shouldn't have called you so late but I....I....I'm kinda tipsy and I missed you and I just wanted to say hi. You're not mad are you? Oh, I shouldn't have called. I'm sorry Mike. I'll talk to you later." She was clearly a little more than tipsy.

"Wait, wait! Don't hang up!" Mike said. "Georgia? Are you there? Georgia?"

"I'm here. Oh I'm so dumb. I shouldn't have called," she said, regretting having made the call.

Mike was fully awake by now, "It's alright Georgia. I'm glad you called. How was the show?"

"It was fun. I had a good time with my friends but they suspected something was up with me so after the show they kept buying me drinks so I'd talk," she told him.

"Some friends huh?" Mike asked.

Georgia recounted the day, "When I got in the car they knew something was different. The look on my face belied my insistence that nothing was going on. They said I was all aglow and accused me of getting laid. I denied it but after a few drinks they finally got me to spill my guts."

Mike laughed, "So your secret is out. It doesn't matter, right?"

"You're right Mike," she answered, "I don't care who knows. I'm just happy we got together"

"So did you take Fi home?" she asked, changing the subject.

"No, she's still here with me. In fact she's sleeping right here next to the bed. Would you like to speak with her?" he asked.

"Mike! I didn't want you do that. Why didn't you take her home?" Georgia asked.

"Well actually I did," he said, "but when I turned to go she started whining so I broke down and let her come home with me. I hope you don't mind. I like having her here. I forgot how nice it is to have a dog around for company."

"So you're just a big softie huh?" Georgia said, "You can't have my dog though. Maybe we can find you a Samoyed too. If you get a male we can breed them. You could show yours how it's done. You are pretty good at it!" 

Mike laughed, "You think so, huh?"

"I do Mike. I wish I were laying next to you," she said.

"That would be nice," he agreed.

Georgia continued in her sexiest voice, "So what are you wearing Mike? Know what I'm wearing? Nothing Mike. I'm naked. I'm naked and I wish you were naked with me. I can feel your hands on my body. Caressing me, touching me. Holding me."

"Um, are we about to have phone sex Miss Ginger?" Mike said, feeling his shaft growing between his legs.

"Ooh! Good idea Mike," she answered. "Are you hard? Think of my hand stroking your...your...well you know."

"So you're stroking my 'You know' ", he said.

"No, you know, your hard-on. I'm stroking your cock and it's growing," she continued, "Is it getting harder?"

Mike's hand was doing what Georgia spoke, "Yes, it's almost fully erect," he whispered. "Tell me what my hands are doing to that sexy body of your."

"No, you have to tell me," she whispered back.

"I'm laying next to you," he began, "I'm sucking on your nipples and they're getting hard. My hand is between your legs and you're pussy is wet." 

Georgia moaned as he spoke, "Oh yes, it feels so good. I am getting wet. I can feel you finger in my slit. You're pushing it in me. Ooh yes, that's nice Mike."

Mike's hand was stroking his cock as he continued, "I'm really hard now Georgia. I like how it feels when you stroke my cock. Is my finger still inside you or is it rubbing your clit?"

Georgia moaned again, picking up on his suggestion," It's...it's....one finger is in me and one is rubbing my clit. Oh Mike, it's good. I don't want to stop."

"No, keep going Georgia. Keep rubbing your clit and fingering your pussy. I bet you're really wet now," he encouraged.

"Oh yeah, so wet," she gasped. "I wish you were here to suck on my pussy. I bet you'd like that. I know I would," she added, "I wish you were sucking on my pussy."

Now Mike was moaning. The head of his cock was wet with his pre-cum, he smeared it around as he stroked himself while he listened to Georgia as she acted out their phone sex. "Damn Georgia, this is hot. I'm getting really turned on. You have good phone hands darling."

Georgia moaned and laughed, "Your hands are pretty nice too Mike. Now you have two fingers in me and you're thumb is rubbing my clit. Your other hand is rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples. My nipples are so hard Mike. Is your cock still hard, are you still stroking it?" she asked.

"Even harder," he admitted. "I had to slow down to keep from cumming."

"Maybe I should suck it for you Mike, would you like that?" she asked.

"Ooh damn Georgia, I wish you could figure out how to do that over the phone. That would feel so good," he said squeezing his shaft to keep from exploding.

"Oh Mike, I'm gonna cum. Cum with me Mike," she was moaning louder now. He could hear her gasping for air as her orgasm shook her body. "Oh Mike! Oh yes, yes! Cum Mike, I want to hear you cum too."

Mike stroked his cock as she moaned through her climax. He felt his body tense as his cum shot onto his chest, "I'm cumming! Oh yeah, oh my god Georgia, that felt so good."

There was silence for a while until Mike finally asked. "Are you still there Georgia?"

"Mmmm yeah, I'm sleepy Mike. Can we talk tomorrow?" she asked, yawning.

"Of course, sleep well Miss Ginger. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Mike." 



The Woodworker's Wife



(Or the anatomy of a seduction from the husbands point of view)

This is not my normal subject and after a lot of thought I'm placing this story in the loving wives category, although it could just as easily be in Romance. Let me know if you think I was wrong. 

If you are looking for a BTB or cuckold story stop reading now you are only going to waste your time. For me Loving Wives is all about relationships on the edge, problems, their solutions and redemption. 

This is a long and convoluted story of a naive talented young artist, a marriage under attack and a husband's response to a predatory older, world wise man. It charts the attempted seduction of the wife (you will need to read the tale to find out if he succeeds). It builds up slowly, you have been warned!

There is some sex but not as much as my other stories.

I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing, commenting on and editing this story, any remaining mistakes are mine.





The Woodworker's Wife



I straightened, my back creaking in protest, my fingers stiff. I picked it up turning it over and over and then unlocking the cupboard placed it on the shelf with the other pieces I had yet to share with anyone. 

An hour later I'd given the sideboard its final coat of polish and it was ready for the client. Zoe's studio was dark and I locked up mine and the building, setting the alarm. 

The kitchen was warm and welcoming as were my two ladies who sat at the table. There were wonderful aromas coming from the Aga. I kissed Zoe and picked up my daughter. She laughed and wriggled in my arms as I pressed my face into her tummy and blew a raspberry. 

"Isn't daddy silly," Zoe said, happiness suffusing her voice. 

My daughter giggled as she looked down at me as I held her out. "I'm a big girl," she cried out. 

"That you are beautiful." I held her close and she tucked her head on my shoulder and I could smell the hint of cinnamon in her hair. 

"Have you been helping mummy with the baking?" I asked. 

She looked across to Zoe who nodded, "It's a surprise for you, spidy...spicy buns, is that right mummy?"

"Oh how did you guess they were my favourites?" 

She whispered in my ear, "Mummy told me." 

Zoe came over and took Siobhan from me, "Daddy needs to have a wash and get changed, while we check on the buns." 

I took the hint and took a quick shower and changed into clean clothes. As I stood on the landing looking down at Zoe and Siobhan, I realised it had been, all things considered, a very pleasant day. 





The Woodworker's Wife



Zoe had checked on Siobhan and changed out of her dress into her comfy clothes by the time I got back. She had poured me a glass of my favourite single malt and a glass of wine for herself. I hung my jacket overt the back of a chair and tossed my tie on the table. As the evening was still warm we took our drinks out to the patio. She sat next to me on the bench and curled up against me. 

I sat there for a few moments trying to decide the best way to broach the question of Marcus. But Zoe was the first to break the silence. 

"Geraldine thinks Marcus is trying to seduce me. I told her she's being silly, he was just being pleasant." 

"She's not the only one who thinks that!" 

"Don't tell me you are jealous of him too." 

"I wasn't talking about me," I said. I may have been thinking it but I wasn't going to admit it to her. 

"I told you Linda mentioned he's got a bit of a reputation as a womaniser around her office. Apparently he's already had a couple of office affairs this year. One of the women is now in the middle of a nasty divorce." 

"Why would she tell you that?" 

"She saw him this evening and mentioned it in passing." I made a mental note to call her in the morning and warn her that I'd mentioned the affaires to Zoe. 

"Dave I'm happily, no very happily married. There are only two people I love and they are both here with me now." She stroked my arm that was wrapped around her. 

She raised her head and her lips sought mine, working their way up my neck trailing little kisses until they found my waiting mouth.

I surrendered to her passion as she swung a leg over my lap and sat facing me. She held my head in both hands and stared deeply into my eyes and whispered, "There has only been and there will only be one man in my life and that's you." 

I replied the only way I could. I picked her up and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I carried her upstairs to our bed and made love to her until the wee hours of the morning.





The Woodworker's Wife



Zoe came into the workshop after her client had left and standing on the far side or the bench I was working at handed me a mug of tea. "What are you going to do tomorrow when Marcus's here?" She asked. 

I put down the plane I was using. "Does he really need to be here? Can't you just for this time work from photos?" 

"If I thought I could, I would, but you know that's not how I work." 

"I can't help it Zoe, I wish you'd never taken this commission. I just don't trust him." 

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you're being very rational about this. Marcus's been the perfect gentleman every time we've met." 

I groaned, "And that's the problem, from what Linda tells me, all the women who have had affairs with him say that he's the perfect gentleman all the way to their beds." 

"It's always Linda's friend says this or that, but how can she honestly tell. It's not like it's her that's had one of these alleged affaires."

I had to look away; this was the crux of my problem. I know that Linda was talking from her own first-hand experience of Marcus's technique. But I'd promised faithfully not to tell anyone about her affair. All I could do was plead with her to talk to Zoe. 

"I do trust you love, and I won't get in the way tomorrow. Just don't take everything he says or does at face value." I said. 

"I'll be careful," she replied and she came around my bench and gave me a hug. I suppose the unasked question in the back of my mind was did she intend to be careful around Marcus or me?





The Woodworker's Wife



"I won't, I couldn't. You're part of me love." 

She gave a little sob of happiness and relaxed in my arms. 

We woke early the next morning in virtually the same positions. Somehow I hadn't slipped out of her, and my morning woody was making its present felt. I rolled onto my back and we moved in harmony until we both came in a mutual wave of pleasure. 

We had just settled back when our post coital bliss was interrupted by our bouncing daughter. 

"I think we might have to consider putting a lock on our door," Zoe said, from beneath a wriggling daughter. 

"And miss our morning cuddles!" 

She laughed and we rolled together trapping Siobhan between us. 

"Come on beautiful, let go and make mummy breakfast," I said. I slipped a pair of boxers on under the cover before getting out of bed. Siobhan took my hand and we headed downstairs to the kitchen. It didn't take us long to warm up some of the croissant's we picked up yesterday. I put them on a tray for Siobhan to carry. On a second, I put the rest of the breakfast and a pot of coffee. 

Siobhan carefully carried her tray upstairs, walking in front of me. Zoe put her phone down as we entered and clapped her lands in appreciation. We made short shrift of the food. I sat up in bed sipping a second cup of coffee whilst the two women in my life took a quick shower. 

Zoe called that the shower was free and I was happy to wash off the evidence of our night of passion. As I got out, Zoe called out and reminded me that there was a ramble organised for today and we'd said we were going. 

We have a tradition that at least once a month, whatever the weather we would go for a ramble along the South Downs. In the summer we would try to go every week. We would meet up with a local family ramblers group and stroll along the pathways that wound along the slopes of the Downs. We usually started at one pub and finish back there or at a nearby one. 

I checked the rambler's newsletter pinned to the corkboard and found the time and starting place of today's ramble. 

"It's an afternoon one, starting and finishing at the Punchbowl. It starts at two," I said. 

"Sounds nice, shall we get lunch there?" 

"If we get there early enough, it shouldn't be packed."

We arrived at midday and there were already several couples and their children from the ramblers group enjoying a meal and a drink in the pubs garden. 

We settled down near them and Siobhan was off playing with her friends. It was such a pleasant day that I completely forgot all about the issues of the past couple of weeks. 

~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ 

My life took a downwards turn late that Sunday afternoon. Zoe was preparing supper and Siobhan was happy to sit beside me in the office drawing while I searched the web for a replacement fine detail router and chisels I needed. She was happily talking to me about all her favourite Disney characters 

Looking at my daughter, crayon in hand concentrating on the drawing of a Disney princesses on the paper in front of her reminded me of the photos Zoe had taken of her in her party dress. I knew the photos had been automatically backed up to the cloud. We both have the same type of phone and I'd set them up the same way. I didn't check it very often, in fact this was the first time I'd wanted to in months. 

Both of our individual cloud accounts automatically back up to a larger family account so I didn't need to access her personal account. I'm a bit paranoid about backups after a computer melt down a few years earlier had caused us a lot of heart ache and not a few lost orders. It took me and a local IT geek (Linda's sixteen-year-old nephew) almost six months to recover most of the lost data. I'm not sure if Zoe was aware of this backup feature, it wasn't something I'd concealed but neither hadn't I made a song and dance about it.

I found the photos I was looking for and after tweaking them with Photoshop, I saved them to the hard drive and the cloud. 

While I was in the cloud directory I noticed two new folders I'd never seen before, one seemed to be a folder copied from her backup, the other an identical one from mine. I opened mine and found that all my texts, attachments, chats and phone logs for the past three months had been backed up. I checked the first date and it coincided with the last software update on the phones. It must be a new setting on the phone I hadn't noticed. Two folders meant Zoe's had been doing the same. 

I hovered over her folder for a full minute while I debated whether I really wanted to know what, if anything had happening between them. With a nervous twitch of my finger I opened it. 

As I scanned the texts and there was a mix of good and bad news. Since that first session, she'd been receiving at least a couple of texts a day from Marcus. Most of them it seemed she'd ignored, or at least hadn't responded to. 

I found the text where he mentioned he thought I was jealous of her. If I wasn't so annoyed I would have been quite impressed at the delicate, subtle way he had suggested it. 

She'd replied after receiving that text. 

You're mistaken he doesn't have a jealous bone in his body.

U sure, it looked like it to me.

She had replied that he was mistaken and ignored his further texts for the rest of that day. It was that morning she'd told me that he thought I was jealous of her success.

She must have mentioned my comments about his affairs. His first text after our discussion, said that it was a married woman in his office who had a crush on him. She had fantasised a love affair and spread rumours about the office. He was the innocent party. Right, I believe that. 

Her reply was disturbing; for the first time she discussed her attraction to him.

I can understand her fantasising about an affair with you. You have a beautiful body.

That was not what I wanted to see her write.

He definitely picked up after that admission from her. He increased his compliments of her, while subtly taking digs at me. You almost had to admire his technique - almost but not quite. Her return texts became more frequent, light-hearted and friendly.

The tone of his texts progressively changed from the early ones. If you read them individually they seemed quite innocent. Read them together in sequence and it was obvious that Marcus was playing to her insecurities while at the same time subtly attacking my commitment to her art and our marriage. 

The early ones went on about it being such a shame if hubby's irrational jealousies prevented her from finishing her masterpiece. After he got the message I'd agreed to her completing it, his tone changed again. It was a case of 'see I was right and he knows it'. 

After each sitting there would always be a long text from him where he would attempt to consolidate all the little gains he made with her.

Her replies, if any, were mainly nonspecific, but every now and again you'd see the spark of happiness in her reply. It was obvious that she liked him, she saw his fun charming side and enjoyed the attention he lavished on her. 

There was one that she sent that did really disturb me: Please don't kiss me again, I should have called Dave and next time I will. I'd completely missed that and it was dated the previous Wednesday, two days prior to what I'd seen on the Friday. 

I found the text he'd sent her after the Wednesday 'mistake' session. 

Sorry about the confusion, but it was so nice not to have hubby hanging around all the time. U sure I can't convince u to paint me in London away from him. 

She replied, Was nice to talk in private, but London is not going to happen.

He picked up on her confusion at my seemingly irrational dislike of him and was twisting it as a by-product of my jealousy of her potential success.

Shit, what was she thinking about, she was lapping up the garbage he was feeding her. I logged off the cloud account and leant back in my chair. Siobhan looked up at me from her drawing and smiled at me. 

Zoe called us in for supper and I took Siobhan and we went indoors. Siobhan showed her mother her drawing and it went on the cork board. I ate in silence, I couldn't help looking at Zoe and wondering what I was going to have to do to ensure the survival of my marriage. I knew I wasn't going to give up without a fight, I had too much to lose. 

Zoe and I curled up on the sofa after Siobhan had gone to bed. 

"We are alright aren't we?" she asked. 

"I guess that that depends on you," I said. I don't think that was the answer she was expecting, as she wriggled round so she could see my face.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, have I lost you to Marcus?" 

"What. No, I love you. Why would you think that?" 

"Because for the past week or so it seems to me that he and the painting are more important to you than we are." 

Her voice quivered, "That not true, you and Siobhan are the most important things in my life." 

"So if I asked you to stop you would?"

She whispered, "Please Dave don't ask that."

"Fuck," I groaned, "I'm losing you aren't I."

"No you're not, please Dave don't give up on me, I'm still here but it's important to us that I finish it."

"Which us, you and me, or is it you and him? Tell me honestly do you two talk outside of the studio?" 

She hugged me tight, "Us you idiot." She hesitated, "He texts occasionally, but they're not important, mostly I ignore them or delete them before I read them." 

Crap, she saw my face and she knew I didn't believe her. Well why would I, I'd been reading the damn things earlier. 

"Please Dave believe me, I haven't done anything I shouldn't have with him. A little bit of playful flirting maybe, that's all." 

I suppose that was true from her side, but his thoughts and intentions expressed in his texts was anything but innocent.

"Please Dave don't turn away from me. Hold me tight." 

She moved and sat astride my lap facing me, her hands holding my head so I couldn't turn away from her kisses. Her denim skirt riding up her thighs exposing the sheer fabric of her panties moulded to her pussy. She ground her pussy into the growing bulge in my jeans. 

She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. Then she leant forward and caress my nipples with her soft lips.

"You are my man," she murmured, "And I'm your woman." 

She pulled her top off and unfastened her bra. Her breasts swayed as she rocked against me, little moans of pleasure escaping her lips.

"Oh, Zoe," I groaned, "I love you." I slid my hands up her thighs and cupped her pantie-covered buttocks pulling her in close to me. 

She fumbled with the belt of my jeans and I raised my hips to help let her pull them down. She stood up and pulled them of me completely. She undid the zip on her skirt and hooking her fingers in the waistband slid it and her panties down her legs. She paused for a moment for me to admire her lithe body, the faintest of stretch marks across her abdomen the only evidence of her motherhood. 

She knelt between my legs and gave my by now rampant cock, a long slow lick from the base to the tip. She swallowed the crown running her tongue around the grove. I pulsed and grew even harder as her soft mouth drew a long gasp from me. 

She stood up and sat astride me again. Grasping my cock she ran the head back and forth along her slit, my pre-cum mixing with her juices. She moaned as my thumb found the hard nub of her clit guarded by the clitoral hood.

She feed me between her swollen pussy lips and into the sweet haven of her warm tight velvety soft passage.

"Ohh fuck," she gasped as I filled her up. "That feels so goood." 

She started riding me with a fast sharp motion, grinding her hips when the base of my cock pressed hard against her clit. Her breathe came in short sharp gasps as she worked hard for her first orgasm. I pushed up into her meeting her down strokes. She had one hand on my shoulder, the other was pinching her own nipple. 

She shuddered and cried out, her motion faltering as she came. Her cunt clutch at my shaft. Her head fell forward to rest on my chest as she struggled to regain her breath. 

"Fill.. me.. with... your... cumm," she gasped. 

I pull out of her, "On your knees love," I whispered. She moved immediately. Her forearms resting on the arm of the sofa and her thighs parted to receive my offering. 

The sinuous curve of her back stretched out in front of me, and her cute buttocks framed the glistening puffy red tinged lips guarding her cunt. I shuffled forward and with one motion I filled her, thrusting deep until my balls slapped against her arse and my cock rubbed against her cervix.

I was thrusting hard and she was pushing back against me. We were both panting with the effort. One of her hands reached back between her legs and she rubbed at her clit moaning at the growing sensations centred on her cunt.

The ache in my balls grew signalling my impending orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I gasped. 

"Fuck, fill me."

A last few thrusts and my cum surged through my cock filling her, coating her cervix, triggering her second orgasm of the night. 

We stayed joined, my cock throbbing as she squeezed her muscles and milked the last drop of cum from me. 

We curled up on the sofa gently caressing each other until a chill in the air forced us to retreat to our bed. 

We made love again in morning but there was a hint of desperation in Zoe's lovemaking. It was as though she was trying to prove to both of us that there were no problems in our marriage. 

There were no issues on the Monday, Marcus didn't turn up and our tensions seemed to ease. We relaxed on Monday evening and it felt almost normal. 





The Woodworker's Wife



"The table's booked for eight. Jane will be here at seven." 

I looked at her and a thought flitted across my mind. "I'm intrigued," I said, "What would you have done if I'd said no." 

She hesitated for several long seconds before answering. "Then I would have called to cancel," she said firmly. Not call to accept I noted, that meant she'd already accepted the invite.

"Zoe I warn you, any funny business and I'm walking out!" 

The Hungry Monk is a favourite restaurant of ours and is about half an hour's drive away. So I was ready just after seven and let Jane in when she arrived. Zoe came downstairs fifteen minutes later. She looked amazing in a red cocktail dress that was form fitted to her top and flared at the skirt. It was less than a year old and I'd bought it for her to wear at last year's New Year's party. This was only the second time she had dared to wear it. She wore four-inch heels and black stockings to complete the mind-blowing package. My problem was, is she dressed like this for me or Marcus?

Zoe can read me like an open book. "This is for you and you only. I want you to be proud of me, love." She said as she held her arms out to me.

She hugged me tightly and we kissed, Jane clapped her hands in appreciation. 

My apprehension grew as we drew close to the restaurant. Zoe could sense my discomfort and she chatted on about a range of inconsequential items. When we arrived we sat for a few moments in the car. She turned in her seat to face me and taking my hand, placed it under her dress at the top of her thigh, at the junction of silky stocking and soft skin. 

"This is my promise to you," she whispered, "This is yours and only yours. When you want to go, we go, do you understand?" 

I nodded and swallowed nervously. 

We were the last to arrive; there is no room at the tiny bar at the restaurant so the others were already seated at the table. It appeared that Marcus organised the seating arrangements to suit his pursuit of Zoe. It was a rectangular table laid for six. Marcus was sitting in the middle seat on the far side with the woman we'd seen him with at the golf club dance seated to his left. Lydia was sitting opposite him and Roger was to her left, leaving only the two opposite corners for us. 

It was obvious that Marcus expected Zoe to sit next to him, as the first thing he said was, "If you sit here Zoe, we can keep the boy, girl sequence going." 

"Damn it, not going to happen Zoe," I muttered under my breath and my hand tightening its hold on hers as she started to move to his side. I was fucked if I was going to let him monopolise her all evening. 

"I warned you, he's playing games. Let's go, I'm not staying," I said softly for only her to hear and started to turn away. 

Zoe stopped moving towards the seat and turned her head to look at me with a nervous expression on her face. Lydia came to my rescue; she saw the look of thunder on my face and the hesitation in our steps. 

She stepped in quickly. "Marcus you can't do that, you're separating our two lovers here. Marcus darling if you take this seat," and she patted the vacant seat beside her. "David can take yours and Zoe the one beside him and then everything is sorted." 

Marcus didn't have a choice, not to move would have made him look churlish. His lips tightened as he gracefully stood and moved around to the proposed seat. Zoe and I took our seats and Lydia introduced Marcus's companion to us. 

"This is Sylvia, my sister. She and Marcus are old friends, they went to Cambridge at the same time." 

Sylvia said, "Zoe, Marcus's been telling us all about the amazing painting you're doing of him. I'd love to get the chance to see it. You must be so proud of your wife David."

"It's Dave," I said smiling, "and yes I'm proud of all of Zoe's work, not just this piece. She an amazing artist and mother. She is very talented." 

Zoe squeezed my hand and gave me a grateful look. She said, "It's Dave who's the master craftsman. I just wish I was as skilful with my hands as he is with his." 

Lydia said, "Yes, Sylvia darling, you've seen our lovely sideboard. Well Dave's the one who created it." 

I smiled gratefully at her, "I should thank you Lydia, and it was one of the first pieces I ever sold. It has a couple of flaws I'd love to get the opportunity to fix." 

"Never," she said, "It's those little flaws that make it perfect."

The evening passed reasonable smoothly from that point with me ignoring Marcus as much as I could get away with. The saving grace was that food was up to its usual standards, and I enjoyed Lydia and Roger's company. The table was just the right size that no one needed to raise their voices to be heard. Marcus seemed to take care that he spoke directly to Zoe no more than he did to anyone else at the table. He even tried to include me in his conversations. He still hoped that he could convince me to create a piece of furniture for him. 

When the desserts were being served I swapped seats with Zoe so she could continue a conversation with Sylvia without talking over me. She rubbed her thigh against mine and dragged her fingertips along my inner thigh. She talked animatedly to Sylvia and Marcus about her plans to submit her work next year to the royal academy. Her lips curled into a smile as she felt my fingers work their way up her silk covered thigh beneath her dress. 

We took our coffee seated by the inglenook fireplace in the bar. Marcus was sitting next to Sylvia on a cosy old sofa opposite the rest of us. As I returned from a trip to the bathroom I could see them looking at Zoe and talking quietly. I paused and stood hidden from their view behind an ancient Oak post beam to one side of them and listened. 

Sylvia bent her head close to his and said in a low voice. "She's a cute one, not your normal style." 

I froze, not wanting to breathe as I waited to hear his reply. 

"I suppose she isn't, she's pretty enough. She was just a game to start with. It's the painting I want."

"I still don't understand why?" 

"I saw a pair of her canvases recently; they were hanging on the wall of my lover's bedroom. It made me want to strip and ravish her. She has a skill in bringing out the raw sensuality of the subject. With one of those hanging on the wall of my flat I shouldn't have any problems getting them into my bed to see if reality matches the artists view point." 

"You mean Linda's bedroom you sly dog. But you said Zoe wasn't your type to start with, what's changed? Do tell." 

"She's sweet and fun to be with, and she grows on you. She's so easy to manipulate. She won't even know what I'm doing until I'm cock deep in her."

She gave a little laugh at his comment. 

"Plus her husband's an arrogant little shit and it'll be fun when he finds out I'm fucking his wife. 

"I think he's wise to you from the evidence of tonight Marcus." 

"Maybe, it shouldn't be a problem though. I've been convincing her that his jealousy is centred on her success, and his reaction to me is a gut reaction to my support of her. It's a win-win for me." 

"Ohh, sneaky Marcus." 

I'd heard more than enough so I backed away and approached the group from the other side. Linda didn't want to talk about the story of her infidelity, but it seemed Marcus was happy to discuss it. I think I need to reconsider my promise not to tell Zoe.

I was surprised to see that it was almost eleven by the time we rose from our seats to leave. Roger and Lydia tried to invite us back to their place for a nightcap. Sylvia and Marcus were staying at their place. I could see that Zoe was interested, but I wasn't, especially after what I'd overheard and I'd caught Marcus's expression of hope as he heard the Peterson's trying to change my mind. 

As I was driving I'd limited myself to a couple of glasses of wine all evening, Zoe had drunk considerably more and was in a happy place. In the car Zoe reclined her seat and pulled her dress up around her waist. She spread her thighs and took my hand and placed it on the damp crotch of her black lacy panties, her pussy was mine and I was going to prove it. Thank god for automatics. I was able to play with her the whole trip. Pushing the wet fabric to one side and sliding my fingers inside her. 

She rocked against my hand, holding it tight against her with one hand and pinching her nipples with her other. Unintelligible moans announced her orgasm. 

When we arrived home she stood by the car and straightened her dress. She looked at me with her loving eyes. "I told you that this was just for you," and she ran her hands down her body. 

Jane was half asleep on the sofa so Zoe showed her the spare bedroom next to Siobhan room. I took my wife to our bedroom and stripped her naked except for her garter belt and stocking. We ravished each other until she begged me to stop.





The Woodworker's Wife



So incredibly arrogant of him, we'd both said no to his idea yet he'd gone ahead and arranged it. Also I thought it was so convenient, a studio with an attached bedroom. How long had he been planning that! I looked at her and I saw her glance at me. She saw the expression on my face and shook her head and squeezed my hand. 

"That's a bit presumptuous of you," she said. "I texted you that the answer is no."

"But of course you will, it's the best option for all of us." He said.

"Not for me or my family, it isn't," she said with a shake of her head. "I won't do it to Siobhan." 

"Who? ... oh yes, your daughter." 

"Yes, my daughter, who I'd promised to spend all of next week with." 

Marcus looked carefully at both of us, "Do I take that to mean you couldn't make Dave here see the benefits to you of my proposal."

"I think that's a fair assumption, "she replied. "You're early, I'm not ready, and I need to freshen up. Wait here I'll be back in a few minutes." 

She picked up the empty plates and left. Marcus stood looking at me and I was sure that his mind was working overtime how to manipulate this apparent change in his fortunes to his benefit. 

It was then I had one of those inspired thoughts. If Marcus could manipulate her then maybe I could do the same. I kept telling her I loved her but I wondered if she really understood the depth of my love for her and Siobhan. I had physical proof of my feelings for her, and as an artist I knew she would understand.

I quickly stood and retrieved a cloth wrapped object from a cupboard in my workshop and placed it in the middle of her worktable on top of her box of paints. There was something else I wanted to do but I needed the computer for that. 

He said, "I'm can't believe that you are being as narrow minded as this, I can help her career in way you never could." 

"Help her career, or is the reality that you want to help her into your bed." 

"Now you are being narrow minded and ridiculous."

"If I remember correctly, what you actually said was 'She won't even know what I'm doing until I'm cock deep in her'. Please correct me if I've misquoted you." 

His face went red and he poked his finger in my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"So that's not what I heard you tell Silvia at the restaurant, just after you described the painting she did for Linda as the perfect seduction tool."

"Prove it." 

He walked into Zoe's studio to wait for her as I switched the computer on. 

His arrogance got the better of him as he returned to the door of her studio. He spoke loudly, "You stupid little man, what would you know, she deserves better than you and I can give it to her." 

He looked up and froze, a fresh looking Zoe had appeared at the entrance. Zoe stood in the doorway. She hesitated looking at me, then she ushered Marcus back into her studio. I lost myself to the intricacies of the web as I quickly searched for what I was looking for.

I looked up from the screen in front of me ten minutes later with a extremely satisfied feeling to see Zoe standing in the doorway. She had tears streaming down her face and she clutched the object I'd left on her paint box to her chest. 

She walked around the desk and spun the chair I was sitting on around to face her. She couldn't speak through the sobs. A tear fell from her face to land on the surface of the object in her hands. It tricked slowly down the polished surface. 

"It's... beautiful... when... did... you... do... it..." She said between sniffles. 

"A few weeks ago, it suddenly called to me and I freed it from its resting place." 

It was of course the zebrawood carving of a pregnant Zoe. I've always sensed that the person my carving was destined for would immediately know what it represents. And Zoe had just proved me right. Others would just see it as a simple stylised outline. 

Her fingers delicately traced the curves as she fought to control her emotions. "Is this the only one?"

"There are a few more," I admitted.

"Show me!" 

"Wait here," I told her. I packed the rest and brought them out to her in a box. 

I sat down again and she sat on my lap. She reverently lifted the pieces I'd selected from the box and unerringly lined them up on the desk in the order I'd carved them and delicately stroked the surface of the pieces. None of the pieces were carved from the same type of wood. Each had been highly polished, the silky smooth sinuous curves highlighting the grain of each piece. 

"Me," and she pointed at the first one. "Me again, me, me, a pregnant me, another pregnant me. Oh me and a newborn Siobhan." She continued down the line describing each piece. 

"What have you done with Marcus?"

"Oh he's in there sulking, hopefully getting dressed. There didn't seem any reason to carry on today. I told him I'd finish it from the photos I've already taken, after we get back from next week." 

Marcus appeared at the door and took in the sight of Zoe sitting on my lap. He said, "Zoe can we talk about this next week, maybe we could all meet up for lunch one of the days you're in London." 

"Sorry, that won't be possible." I said. "We won't be there. I've just cancelled everything."

Zoe stiffened, "Dave what have you done?" She looked at me with fear in her eyes. Had she stepped over the line? Was I walking away from her? Had I decided that enough was enough?

Marcus gave me a puzzled but slightly hopeful look. Not a chance arsehole I thought, I'm not going to make it easy for you. I spun the chair we were sitting on so Zoe could see the computer screen and the web page displayed. The words 'payment confirmed' sat in the middle of the screen.

"What have you done? She repeated tentatively. 

"Booked the three of us into Disney Florida for the week. We fly on Monday morning love."

Marcus's face was a picture; Zoe just froze and then threw her arms around me.

"Thank you, that's a perfect way to spend half term with you and Siobhan," she sobbed into my neck. Her lips sought mine and we descended into a long passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Her expression went from scared to elated. 

Marcus stood forgotten by the doorway until he coughed and we both turned to look at him. 

He said, "Zoe, I'll call when you get back to reschedule." 

"No need," she said, "I have all I need to finish it. We will call your office when it's ready." 

She stood up and went over to him. He started to bend his head to give her a kiss, but she shook her head and held out her hand. 

"It's been interesting working with you, but not an experience I would like to repeat." 

He looked startled at her words. "Zoe, are you sure this is what you want? I thought you wanted to submit to the academy?"

"I do and I will, just not yours," she said. "I know there's a much better one coming soon," and she looked back at me with a content smile. 

Marcus turned on his heels and walked out of our lives. He left with his usual flourish of scattering gravel. 





The Woodworking Shop



This is, of course, a work of fiction. All participants in the story are over 18 years of age. the story contains some incest and references to incest, so if this bothers you, please do not read this story.

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My name is Shawn McCormick, I'm married, mostly happily, to my wife Darla; with 2 children. One child is 22 and lives in a dorm at the state university. She is doing quite well and doesn't give me any real problems or headaches. The other daughter, Angie, is another story! Oh, she is a good enough child. She is a senior in High School now with only a couple of months to go till graduation. But my problem with her is that she has 10,000 girlfriends! And they all want to "sleep-over" at our house! And of course that means that the pool is full of girls most of the time. Which keeps my dick hard most of the time. Now I am not a pervert or pedo by any stretch of the imagination, but I do enjoy a fine female body!! My wife has one of those! My next door neighbor has one too! But those young teens are just too ... too .... Well, there just isn't anything discreet about them. Some of those bikinis don't have enough cloth in both pieces to blow your nose on!! And those 'thongs' that are only a little triangle with some string attached to them ... well ... they were designed by a man ... I promise you!!! (And he must have been very horny when he did it too!)

Anyway, back to the family. We live in a very nice middle class neighborhood with big lots and lots of trees and space between homes. When we bought this place, there was only one house on our street. Then of course we built one and then a few more built on the street. This took place over the past 10 years. Our newest neighbor is behind us and their home faces onto the next street over, of course. Our lots are 2 acres each and they have a good number of trees on the lots. Good shade trees. The builder put a 4 foot high chain link fence around the back yard of each house, with a walk-thru gate on each side and a drive-thru gate beside the house. I added a wide walk-thru gate in the back when we first moved in so I could take my riding mower out and cut along the fence. I went to the back of my lot and built a nice sized woodworking shop, with the promise to the neighborhood association that I would always be mindful of the neighbors and not be sawing and planing in the middle of the night. 

The neighbors to the left of my house are a couple of about the same age as us and they have only one daughter. She and Angie are the same age and are more like sisters than neighbors. I think maybe Alexis (Lexi, as we call her) probably eats dinner with us more than at her house. Especially on weekends. Her parents are good hardworking people, but come Friday evening, Andy starts with his beer and he drinks till he is in a stupor. He is also one of those people I call a 'mean drunk'. By that I mean, when he gets drunk, he gets mean and nasty with everyone around him. Me, when I get a little high on beer, I get to giggling and can't stop. So needless to say, I don't drink much. But Andy gets mean with his family, cursing and threatening and all that. So Lexi spends most weekends with us just to stay away from him. She is one of the group that constantly have me in a state of horniness. She has a body to die for, and does not wear much of a bikini to cover it up. Her nipples and her pussy are about all that is covered by that thing!

The couple to the right of us are a couple of very nice, very considerate people. There is never any noise from them and they always keep their place nice and neat and clean. The couple have one son and one daughter, boy aged 31, and girl aged 29. They were the first ones on the street. Both children are living away from home. Although I wouldn't mind seeing that daughter again, in one of today's bikinis! She was pretty darned hot before she left home! And the times I've seen her since, she still looks great!! She has hinted that she wanted to come over and see what I was working on in my shop. Hmmm maybe one day....!

The family behind us are a young couple with 2 young children. The couple are in their mid 20's and the kids are just in the lower elementary grades. They are both good looking young people, but the little momma is a little hottie!

I am now 45 years old and my wife is 42. She still looks damned good too. We were very fortunate in that I grew up an only child and inherited a good sum of money and a thriving business when my Grandfather died about 12 years ago. My Father had died before him, so the inheritance came straight to me. I also am fortunate that I have a fantastically good and loyal manager of the business and I only work at it part-time. However, our children were not raised as rich kids. They were raised to know the value of work, of money, of saving, of being thrifty. We live very modestly. 

My woodworking shop, like I said earlier, sits at the back of my lot. Well, about 25 feet inside the lot line. I built it with a lot of thought going into the design. There would be times when I did not want anyone to be able to see into my shop. (Like Christmas time, or Mother's day, etc., or when I was horny and wanted to watch a porn movie and jerk off!) I do have a small TV/VCR out there along with a small refrigerator. Needless to say, if I am home, most of the time I am in my shop. The ceiling joists are at the 12 foot level and the windows are up high. That is for a number of reasons. The 12 joist level allows me to carry lumber up to 12 ft. long upright and it puts the windows high enough that I get the use of the wall space down low for hanging tools and stuff. It also keeps people from seeing inside. On one end, I have a 25 X 25 foot concrete pad that I can work on, park my truck on, lounge on, bar-b-que on, whatever! I keep cold beer and soft drinks in the fridge out there, and a couple of those plastic chairs out on the pad in front, just in case someone wants to come visit me.

My Silverado 2500 pick-up truck is usually parked back there too. I didn't know why then, but I put barn doors on the end of the shop at the pad, rather than a roll up garage door. But I was to find out later why that was such a good idea. When I first built the shop, I built me a little bench to sit on out there. You know how woodworkers are, everything has to be made out of wood! So rather then buy a chair, I built a bench. Anyway, it is about 18 inches wide, 24 inches high, and 4 feet long. It will seat two or three people. After I bought the plastic chairs, I was going to get rid of the bench, but something happened to drastically change my mind. By the way, I could also take a nap on that little bench too, which was another reason not to get rid of it. 

About 5 years ago, the house behind us was built. It was a custom-built home for a couple in their early 30's at that time. The couple had 2 young children of about 5 and 7 years of age. A couple of years after they moved in, he moved out. He had found himself a 'younger' woman. (He told me she was about to fuck him to death, which he loved!) Anyway, the lady continued to live there for a couple more years. During that time, she contracted me to build her 2 Adirondack chairs and a double chair of the same style. I wasn't in there to make money, you know, like do it for a living. I enjoyed working with wood. But I was not going to do that for free for everybody. So we agreed on a price and I started building. There was no time limit set on it so I was taking my time. My wife is a Certified Public Accountant, and only works part-time to keep her certification in order. It was tax season, so she was working with a large firm in town. I was slowly putting together Ms. Woodard's chairs. I built her a small child's chair for free out of scraps, just as a favor, for the kids. Anyway, I was in the shop, listening to the radio, snoozing on the bench, well, maybe asleep; when I felt a hand on my dick. I thought my wife had come home for lunch, which would mean that I had been asleep for like 2 hours! Anyway, I never moved and the hand kept rubbing my dick. Then it opened my zipper on my shorts and went inside and got hold of my dick. I instantly grabbed the arm attached to that hand and thought I'd have some fun with my wife. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked! It was attached to Ms. Woodard! Now she was no beauty queen. But she was well put together, and pleasant to look at. She did have a really good personality. Anyway, when I saw it was her, I came unglued! But neither of us turned loose of the hold we had on the other.

"Oh God, Shawn, I'm sorry. I am so sorry! I came over to see how the chairs were coming, you were asleep, and your ... IT, was rising up a little. I just couldn't help but feel of it. It has been so long for me now. Shawn, I am so sorry." Finally she turned me loose. She had tears in her eyes, she looked up at me again and said, "Please don't be mad, and please for God's sake, don't tell Darla. She'll kill me!" 

"Well, I won't tell if you won't honey, but you have to finish what you start!! I have always taught my kids that if they start anything, they have to finish it!"

"Oh shit, Shawn, are you serious? I haven't been with a man since the asshole left me! Can I just suck it? That's not supposed to be real sex now, you know."

"Honey, you do whatever you want to with it! My only requirement is that if you start it, you have to make it cum ..... at least once ... before you quit."

She smiled and took hold of my dick again and started slowly stroking it, then she licked it and put her mouth over the head and held it till it was good and wet, then she started sucking like a professional on that thing! In no time, she was taking it in her throat and I was ready to blast a load of cum all the way through her head! I pushed her off it and she looked at me disappointed and I said "I don't want to cum too fast honey, it would be over too quickly! How about riding that thing for a few minutes, then you can suck it again."

She smiled and started taking off her shorts. Damn!! She did have a great shape to her! Her hips and ass were just right! She dropped her shorts beside us on the floor and straddled me on my bench. She was basically standing up straddling me as she took my dick and guided it into her hot .... Very hot ... and wet pussy! As she settled down slowly on my cock, I could feel every ripple, every wrinkle, every vein inside her vagina. Fuck!! She was so tight!!! And so wet, I just slid right on in to the hilt! She sat there for a minute. "Oh fuck Shawn, you cock is perfect for my pussy. It feels fantastic inside me. Let me savor this moment a little longer baby. Then I'll give you a good fucking!"

I took advantage of the time and used both hands on her boobs. She had some nice "C" cup tits and I just pushed her shirt up, pushed her bra up over them and tried to pinch the nipples off them tits. I caressed ever centimeter, every human cell of those beautiful tits as I played with them. She was constantly moaning and mewling and telling me how great it felt. But she had been sitting .... just sitting on my cock for about 5 minutes now, not moving except the muscles inside her pussy. I was about to cum again.

I said, "Ok baby, you have got me on the edge again, but I want you to suck me off first. Then you can take the second load anywhere you want it! But please, suck it for me again."

"Ok honey, but I hate to get off this cock. It feels so perfect inside me. But you'd better hold some back to give me in my pussy if I suck you off!" She sat back down in the chair and leaned over and took my wet cock in her mouth and moaned and looked at me and I could see the smile in her eyes as she started sucking my tonsils out through my cock! Her right hand was working her pussy and clit, so I figured she would be cumming soon too.

I was wrong. She was wetting her fingers ... so she could put them in my asshole!!! DAMN!!! That hurt!! I had never let anyone touch my ass, but she was slick and did it before I realized what she was up to. But once that initial pain was gone, it felt damned good! And she knew what to do too! She slowly worked her fingers in and out, until I was right at the edge again, ready to cum! Then she pushed her 2 fingers in and mashed my prostate gland and I blasted her mouth full of hot cum, four times I filled her mouth for her. She was steadily rubbing my prostate and sucking my cock. What a sensational feeling!!

Shortly, my cock started to wilt down like a flower in a draught! But she didn't seem to mind. She kept licking and nibbling and rubbing my asshole and in short order my old faithful cock was on the rise again!

This time when she settled down on that hard cock, she started bouncing up and down on it and groaning and moaning and making hissing noises and wriggling her ass around. She was good!!! She was very horny!!! I was GLAD!!! I was also glad that I had her suck me off first, because now I could last for a while inside this hot pussy!! Oh damn she was good!!

All too soon, she was getting ready to cum herself. So I stopped her and told her to turn around and face my feet. Well that meant that I was breaking her rhythm and she'd loose that orgasm, ... which was fine with me! But she turned around and settled in again and she was making more noise that my planer makes! But I was watching her ass as she fucked me like she would never get fucked again in her life. Then I decided that her ass was just too inviting, so I wet two fingers and pressed them into her asshole. 

"Oh fuck! Damn it Shawn, I love that! But it'll make me cum too soon!! Bury them deep in me Shawn, it feels so fucking good back there!"

"You can cum all you want to, but don't stop riding me till I've filled you with my cum baby!! Just ride baby, RIDE!"

She lost her rhythm and I knew she was there. I was helping all I could from below and she came, she groaned, she grunted, she cursed, she mewled, she praised me, she praised my cock, she cursed her ex-husband, she loved me, she loved cocks, she loved getting fucked. She went on and on. Finally she slowed down and just rode me slowly. I kept pumping her ass with my fingers. Then I added another finger and she started moving again, faster. "Oh Shawn baby, I love it. Finger fuck my ass till I cream again honey! It won't be long!" 

She rode my cock and fingers hard and fast and she was right, it wasn't long and she was cumming again. Her juices were just running out of her and down over my balls and onto the bench. She collapsed on my legs for a few minutes and I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and let her savor my cock a little bit more, till it fell out anyway.

After a few minutes, she raised up and looked around and said, "Is there a paper towel or something in here Shawn? I need to clean up a little bit before I go back home. I'll be dripping all the way if I don't!"

"Sure baby, right over there is a box of shop towels. Just grab one of them." She dashed over and grabbed two of them and gave me one to clean up with. I couldn't believe how much wetness was under me and on me when she finished. I said, "Girl, I didn't know you were not getting any at all. I might have come over or made you a different deal on those chairs!"

"I like that bench too Shawn, it is just the right size for fucking on it! But damn, now I really feel good! It has been much too long since I have had a good fucking like that. I had almost forgotten how good it can be!"

I checked the garage at the house to see if my wife had come home, and she hadn't so we were safe for the time being. We made a pact that she would watch for Darla to leave before coming over if she was looking for cock. And I had no problem 'servicing' her once a week or so, if she wanted it. She was fine with that. We continued that little romp affair for a little over a year before she 'fell in love' with some guy and got married and moved away. Then this young couple bought the place and moved in. When I first saw her, I thought to myself 'I'll make you the same deal baby!" But I never mentioned it of course.

I, of course, have made friends with a lot of folks that sell wood and supplies. Every now and then, one of them will give me a call and put me in touch with someone wanting something special built. But like I said, I am not doing this for a living, just as a hobby. As long as my supplies are paid for, I really don't care about making any money off my efforts. 

This one particular guy was really good at giving me business. If it was good, I would get him a gift card to his favorite restaurant, kind of like a 'thank you for the business'.

He called me one day and told me he had a customer looking for someone that could build her an island just the way she wanted it for her kitchen, and also build in a couple of window seats in two bay windows. It was a simple enough job, but cabinet shops don't want to get involved in custom "small" jobs as they depend of volume and 'standardization'. What this lady wanted was nothing close to standard, and was all custom. So this was right up my alley!! I like a good challenge! So I called her, went to her house to look at what she wanted. She was living in a very nice upscale neighborhood, dressed very well in a mini skirt and blouse and high heels. She had a sketch of the island she wanted and why it had to be the way she wanted it, and then the bay window seats were also 'her design'. She was married and had two daughters that were twins and graduating high school that year. (This happened about three years ago, now).

Anyway, I took some measurements, drew some sketches of my own, sat and studied the bay window requirement for a few minutes. I was then sitting at the kitchen breakfast table and looking at her drawings (Sketches) and thinking and one of her daughters came in from somewhere. We were introduced and we said out pleasantries. Mom then told the daughter why I was there and she smiled at me and said "Oh! That's good! I want something built too Mom! But I'll be back in a minute, I need to drop this stuff in my room." She left and went upstairs.

I told the lady that I thought I had enough information to put together a price for her and that I would call her the next day to give her that price after I checked the costs of the wood and hardware. She asked me to wait and see what her daughter wanted built too, and we could just add it on. She went to an intercom box on the wall and touched a button and told her daughter to hurry up. The daughter told her mom to send me upstairs so I could see what she wanted. Mom gave me directions to the room and up I went.

I lightly knocked on the daughter's door and she told me to come in. This girl might be only 18 years old, but with her makeup on and her clothes and her body, she would easily pass for 25!! She too was wearing a mini skirt and a button up blouse. They lived in a two and a half story house. Custom built of course. But the two daughters lived on the third floor. To some people, it would be the attic. But it was in the roof peak anyway. She had a problem with space and wanted to knock out a closet wall and extend it out under the roof. The back wall in her room was sloped with the roof line but it started high on the wall. I made a suggestion to use that space and custom build drawers into the wall. She came over and stood beside me, facing me as she talked and very 'innocently' pressed her chest against my arm. Since I didn't acknowledge it, she continued. I moved around the room and pointed out a way to rearrange her furniture to make even more room. She stayed with me and was constantly touching me. We were talking and I leaned over and put my hand on her computer desk and just leaned on it. She very slowly eased over against my hand, facing me. The back of my hand was resting against her pelvic bone. I didn't move my hand or even look down at it. She moved her pelvis against my hand. I smile at her. She asked me if I could do that 'built-in thing' without making too much of a mess of her room. As she asked me, she reached up and put her hand on my chest. My papers were in my left hand and I reached out with my right hand and placed it on her hip. She pushed it down just a bit and around to the back. I was holding her ass now. I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Young lady, you'd better know what you are doing!"




The Woodworking Shop



She smiled and said, "Oh, I think I know very well what I'm doing. Will you be working on my thing on the weekends? Or only during school time?"

"Well, that would depend largely on when I could get access to your room to work on your 'thing'. Would it require me working on the weekend on it?" I asked, smiling, hoping she was smart enough to catch my meaning.

"Oh I'm sure it will require you working on the weekends. My sister might just want 'one' too, you know. But Daddy doesn't like a lot of noise, so it might require some nighttime work when he is gone."

I laughed and said "Ok, but what about your Mom's projects? When could I work oh hers?"

"Oh, well, Mom is Mom, she would be available most of the time, unless she is tanning, or going to the spa, or some other ritsy female something. But she is wild, I'm here to tell you! She pays well too! But don't mention to her that I said that. (Then she leaned close to me and whispered in my ear "Mom likes her men too, just like me and Toni do!")

I stepped back and looked at her like I was in shock. She giggled and I stepped back close to her and said "You are a naughty girl and you need a good spanking!"

"Ooooh, I know!! On my naked ass too!! You want to do it for me? Can you make me love it?"

I reached out and got her butt in my hand and pulled her to me and said "Hell yes I can make you love it. I can make you beg for more!" I squeezed her ass hard and pulled her tight to me. She squirmed against me and my half-hard cock. "Just give me half a chance and you'll never want it any other way!"

She reached between us and took my cock in her hand and said, "I like the size of this thing! I'll bet it could make a little girl cry! Would you make me cry?" She leaned against me and pressed her tits against me and looked up in my face and smiled.  

"Oh god, I've got to get out of here before I do something I shouldn't! You are too hot baby!" I said, smiling.

"Well, you just let me know when you want to get into my .....room sir" She said loud enough to be heard in the hallway and maybe halfway down the stairs too.

I went back downstairs and talked to Mom some more. As I was leaving, I asked her about the built-in drawers for her daughters' rooms. She simply shrugged and said "Well, if that's what she wants. But you might count on doing both of the rooms like that, because they'll both want the same thing. What one does, the other one does."

"OK, well, what about working schedules? What kind of hours do you want me to plan on. I won't interrupt your meals or company or anything like that if you let me know about it."

"Oh you can come anytime during the day, except early in the morning. About 8 Am should be good, and you can work as long as you wish, if you'll just take time out for dinner. My husband doesn't like a lot of noise. But he goes to his den and closes the door at about 7 PM. But I don't expect that you will be working too much at night, will you?"

"Only if you or your daughters require it, Maam." I said with a smile.

"Well, those girls are something else again. They will try to pull all kinds of stunts on you. Just watch them."

I called her the next day and gave her a price for doing the island, the bay window seat, and two built-in sets of drawers upstairs. She never hesitated, she said "Ok, Do you want me to advance you the money for the wood? When can you start? I'm ready. I'm getting anxious now!"

"Well, I'll get started on the island this afternoon and I think I may need to come back and check on the angles of that bay window again."

"Good, I'll be available all day tomorrow! Come by anytime!"

We said our good-byes and hung up and I went to the lumberyard and picked up the stuff I needed and went back to the shop. I had failed to ask if the girls were identical twins. But the one I met, damn she was fine. And Mom was no slouch either. If Toni is as hot as Joanie is, that was a wild household!!

The next morning at 10 AM, I called her and asked if it was ok for me to come over and check those angles again. She assured me it was. 

I arrived shortly thereafter and she greeted me in another mini skirt, but this one was so short, that it barely covered her pussy when she was standing up!. (I love those things! They are so naughty!) We went in and I got down on my knees and started measuring and writing and she stood right beside me for a few minutes. Then she asked me if anything was wrong.

I looked up (Of course!) and right into her crotch. I didn't even bother to look any higher. Her panties were wet, I could see the wet spot! I just kept looking at her wet spot and said, "No everything looks good so far!"

She tugged her skirt a little higher and said "How about now?"

I turned and still looking at her wet spot, I said, "It looks like I need to work on it a little bit!"

"Well, I thought so too. The light from that window might be too bright for you, let me close the drapes on that one." 

She reached up to close the drapes and stretched right over me. I put my arms around her ass and pushed my face into her crotch and started licking her panties.

"Oh gawd yes, Shawn, eat me! Make me cum Shawn, in my panties, so I can carry it all day with me!"

Now understand that I pride myself in being a great pussy eater! When I was in college, my first cousin was attending at the same time. She was a lesbian. I tried very hard to change her, I swear I did. But as close as I got was getting to eat her out. Which I did regularly. I was the only guy she would let touch her though, and that was just because we had loved each other since we were toddlers. But she also trained me how to do it correctly. I mean, after all, who knows better how to eat pussy than a lesbian!! So she taught, I performed! She even had me perform on some of her friends to be sure that I was doing it correctly as they saw it! I was an expert pussy eater!! Word got around that I was the best one on campus. I got to drink a lot of pussy juices that way! It also gave me a lot of pussy to fuck! Most girls love to be eaten first and last. Yes, I did that too. But only after myself!

So, with my face in her crotch, I backed my customer to the table and she leaned against it while I ate her and ate her and fingered her. I pushed her panties to the side and fingered her till she was begging me to stop so she could breathe! She had two orgasms leaning against the table. Then I stood up and pushed her back on the table and still holding her panties to the side, pulled my cock out and fucked her on her kitchen breakfast table. After I had orgasmed and pumped a good amount of cum into her hot pussy, I pulled out and adjusted her panties and said "Now I want you to keep that there all day baby. Don't loose any of it!" I didn't even have to move her skirt it was so short! 

She just laid there on the table for a few minutes and finally she raised up and said, "Do you need to get some more measurements tomorrow Shawn?"

"Well, I could probably come and measure how deep your throat is honey!"

"Oh good god yes Shawn. Come on. At about the same time, I'll be waiting for you. Oh fuck! You are the best pussy eater I have ever had! And I have paid good money to some hot people to do that but I've never gotten anything as good as that!"

"That sounds like a good recommendation to me honey!"

"Well, I'd recommend you to anybody! Anybody!"

"I just might take you up on that! I know one that I want to try it on. I might just have her call you!"

I went on home and went to work on her projects and spent the day in the shop. When it was time for dinner, my daughter came out to tell me. I had been thinking about the girls and their mom and how I was going to do my best to eat all three of those pussies, if I could, and one right after the other, on the same fucking bed! Maybe I could even get them eating each other, if they weren't already! Anyway, I was working with a very solid hard-on! I didn't notice my daughter come in as I was absorbed in my work. 

She sneaked up behind me and put her arms around my waist and hugged me and said "My wonderful Daddy." I jumped a little and turned to face her, not even thinking about what I was doing. "Oops!! Is that for me Daddy?" She asked, looking down at my damned hard dick pushing out my shorts. 

Now my brain had to go on overload! What way do I answer that? 'No' would mean that I didn't think she was hot: 'Yes' would mean that I was a pervert and was turned on by my daughter. What do I say?

She answered that for me, as she rubbed against it harder and said "Who else could get my Daddy so excited? I love you Daddy, you are the hottest man I know!"

"Oh my god baby .....(I hesitated too long, I think) ..... you know we shouldn't ...." I spanked her ass good and hard one time for her and said "Get that hot little ass back in the house!" 

She hugged me and turned and walked out and went to the house and left me standing there, speechless.

I went in for dinner and it was probably the most uncomfortable dinner I have ever had. I love my daughter with all that I am, but that totally took me by surprise. Now I am not against a little playtime with anyone. Lord knows I am a real pervert sometimes. And I was thinking about getting the twins to play together for me and then this happened. I was going to have to deal with it the best I could! I could deal with it. I would deal with it! When we were finished eating, I sat there and drank a glass of tea and just rested for a minute and then I said "Angie, do you have anything pressing on your time right now?"

"No Dad, But I wanted to go to the movies with Lexi at about 6:30, if you don't mind. Which reminds me, I need some money too, Daddy dearest." 

"Oh I get the 'Daddy Dearest' title when there is money to be had, huh? (I laughed a little) Anyway, I need an extra hand in the shop for about 5 minutes before you go, could you help me please?"

"Sure, but I don't work for free Dad!"

"Oh how well I know that baby!"

My wife was sitting there totally amused at us carrying on like that. Then she said, "I'm sure glad you can do that Angie, my brain hurts all the way to my feet! Tax season is a killer on 'numbers' people!"

"Well, you go lie down on the couch and watch TV for a while and take a nap. I'll be quiet in the shop, and then wake you up when I come in." I got up and said "Come on Angie, this won't take long. And maybe Mom will be asleep before you leave."

We were about half-way to the shop and I said, "Have you ever heard the term 'Being taken behind the woodshed' before?"

She froze and looked at me and "Dad, honest to the Lord, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me. It was just sticking out and looked inviting to me." Then she started walking on to the shop, her head hanging down a little.

We entered the shop and I went over to my bench and sat down and said, "Come over here Angie." I held out my hand to her. She hesitated but she slowly came over to me and put her hand in mine. 

"I have one more thing in my defense Dad ..."

"Save it till later Angie. Open your jeans and push them to your knees, right now Angie!" I said, very sternly. Looking straight into her beautiful eyes.

She started tearing up and sniffling, but she did as she was told. 

"Panties too, dammit!" I said.

"Dad ...!"

She slid them down and I took her wrist and pulled her across my knees and she cried and said, "Please Daddy. I love you so much. I did it because I love you. I didn't do it to be mean or to embarrass you or anything!" 

I raised my hand and slapped her ass, not real hard, but enough for her to know it was a spanking. She cried out "OOOooohhhh Daddy!! Noooooo! It hurts!!"

I slapped her other butt cheek and she cried out again. Then I rested my hand on her butt and slowly slid my hand down between her legs, which she opened willingly. I rubbed down almost to her little pussy with my fingers and said, "Who said you could shave all that hair off that thing baby?"

I slapped her ass again, once on each cheek. Then slid my fingers down and caressed her hott butt again.

"Oh god Daddy. You asshole! You just wanted me here to play with my ass." She started to get up. I held her down and spanked her ass again. Then I spanked her ass again, and again. "Do you like being spanked Angie? Do you like pain? Do you want my fingers inside you? Do you want to make love to your Daddy?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, PLEASE!! Daddy! Oh Please Daddy! Take my virginity Daddy!"

"Not today honey." 

Then I pulled back on her shoulder to raise her up to stand up. She stood looking down at me, pulling her jeans up and said "Oh Daddy, I love you so much!"

I smacked her ass again through her jeans now, and told her to get out of there. 

I told her what she had to help me with, just in case her mom asked her, we'd have the same story. She left and I guess she went to the movies with Lexi, because my wife was asleep when I came in and she was alone in the house. I let her sleep for a while and I had some tea and relaxed. But I was going to wake her and fuck her silly when we went to bed tonight!!

As the days passed and I made numerous trips to the twins' house, I was always greeted by Mom who was wearing almost nothing. She was as hot as any woman I had ever met. She just seemed to love getting fucked and sucking some cum out of a guy. 

Then one Friday afternoon, I took the bay window seat over to her house and set it in place. The two daughters were home alone. Mom was at some ritzy affair in town. The daughters watched me for a while and I could hear whispering behind me, but I tried to look like I was ignoring them. 

"Would you like a cold glass of fresh squeezed lemonade sir?" One of them asked.

"Yes I would, thank you very much!" I said without turning around. Momentarily there was a pair of legs standing beside me and I looked up to see a young beauty queen in some really hot, french cut, black panties and a black lace bra. I thought I had done died and gone to heaven! I looked on up and this was Joanie standing beside me. I looked around and Toni was sitting there in a chair at the table in a red outfit just like her sister's. I just sat down on the floor, facing them.

When are your parents due to be home girls?"

"Oh, not for a couple hours yet, sir! Did you have something you needed to talk to them about?"

Oh no, sweety, I just wondered how long I had to ravish you two before someone came home and caught me!"

The one sitting in the chair, Toni, reached between her tits and popped the bra loose and let it fall to her lap. She said, "Oh you don't have to worry about that. Mom will be the first one home, and she would just join in if she caught us! She's done it before!!"

Joanie said "Yeah, and my boyfriend is always asking to come over so he can fuck Mom again. He really likes the way she does it! The asshole! I might just drop him!"

"Well, let me ask you this then, girls, do you two play with each other? HuH? Do you eat each other out? Do you have a strap-on to use on each other?"

"Oh yes sir! We've been eating each other out for a long time! Ever since we caught Mom and her sister together in Mom's bed, doing a 69!! Damn it was hot! But they decided we should do it too, so we couldn't tell on them. We've been doing it ever since!" Toni said, "But no sir, we don't have a strap-on to use on each other. I wish we did so I could fuck Joanie till she couldn't walk!"

"Have you ever had an older man? Either of you? I assume you are both on some sort of birth control."

"Of course we are, silly! We are 18 yrs old now. Of course we need birth control. An older man? Yes, we both have been with one. I guess my Mom's sister told her husband about us catching them, and what they had us do, so back at Christmas time, when we went to visit them, Uncle Floyd took us out one night and sneaked us in to a strip bar and we got to watch some hot girls strip and then he took us out in the parking lot as we started to come home and we sucked him off before we left, Then we ate each other out in the back seat while he drove us home. He stopped at the park on the way back and fucked us both too. That's how we lost our cherries!! To Uncle Floyd!! He fucked us good too. I want to go back and visit him without Mom and Dad there. Maybe he could fuck us and Aunt Reba could eat us out. Hey, (She looked over at her sister and said) Maybe she would like to suck his jiss out of us after he fucks us, you think?" Toni asked.

"Now that would be fun! Let's try to do that this summer!" Joanie said, smiling.

"Uh girls, about me.... I have this problem that needs to be handled very quickly and very efficiently, can you two handle that?"

Joanie and Toni came over and sat down on the floor next to me and I reached out and got a handful of tittie from each one of them and started massaging them. Toni leaned over and started taking my shorts loose and Joanie fished out my cock and just held it and looked at it for a minute. "Toni, I love the way a man's cock is made! Just look at the head on this thing! It's just too bad one of us wasn't a boy!! Then we could really have some fun!!" She leaned down and took the head in her mouth. She licked it hard around the head and then slid her mouth down till I could feel the back of her mouth. I just fell back on the floor. Toni scrambled up and pulled her panties off and straddled my face. 

"OH god I hope you know how to eat pussy man!! I've wanted an older man to eat me for a long time!"

"Well, I think I am pretty good at it baby. Think you can stand it if I am real good?"

"Oh man, eat me till I pass out baby! I want a good orgasm today! I am so horny! That sister of mine is good, but I need some excitement to go along with a good tongue!"

"Muhfftttmm unmfttrmmm" Joanie mumbled with her mouth full of hard cock.

"Well, baby, just sit your sweet little ass right here on my face and I'll see if I can take you to heaven!!"

She straddled my chest and sat back on my face and I stuck my tongue straight up into her pussy. She rested her hands, well, maybe leaned on her hands, on my belly. Her face was right close then to her sister's head as she was sucking on my cock. Oh Lordy was she ever sucking my cock!! To be that young, that girl had some good suction, and her tongue was strong and was all over my cock at once!! She was definitely having a good time, but then so was I!!

I had Toni's thighs and ass cheeks in my hands and was steadily massaging them and licking, biting, sucking on her hot little shaved pussy. Damn I love shaved pussy! They are so neat and easy to lick and nibble on! Toni was getting close as she was making a heck of a lot of noise and her ass was about to drive my head through the floor! But I really loved it when she would push her pussy down hard on my face and then grind it around on me. Oh she loved being eaten too!

In just a couple of minutes, Toni was digging her nails into my sides and slamming her pussy down on my face and moaning so loud!! I knew she was right on the brink of cumming. I sucked her clit as hard as I could and held it in my mouth by my teeth. She screamed out that she was cumming, and she sure did. She yelled, she cursed, she cooed, she humped, she ground her pussy against my face, and she let her juices flow like I have never seen before. I tried to lick it all off her before it hit the floor, but I wasn't fast enough. Soon she just rolled off me onto the floor and laid there, her ass twitching. 

I grabbed a double handful of Joanie's hair and told her that I was ready. "Little lady, you'd better drink every drop of my cum!! She got up on her knees to change her angle and slid my cock right down her throat and held it there while I shot my load straight into her throat. Then she licked me clean and looked up at me and smiled and said "How was that old man, for a teenager? Did I do you good enough?"




The Woodworking Shop



"Oh honey!! I can't remember ever having one better than that! You were fantastic!! I won't ask how you learned all that!"

"She's a cum slut man!" Toni said, smiling from the floor where she laid. Then she slid over by Joanie and both started licking and nibbling on my cock and balls. Every now and then, their tongues would meet and they would tongue wrestle a little bit before going back to my cock. It took them a few minutes, but they worked some life back into it and then they looked at me and said "So, who gets the hard dick up their pussy now old man?"

"Well, I think both of you need a good hard one inside you, so I'll do both of you, but Joanie gets the load. How is that? You lie down here side by side, and I'll fuck one then the other , switching back and forth every few minutes. How's that?"

"Well, Toni, since you are the wettest, I'll start inside you, and then go from there. Then we'll change positions before we do it the second time, OK?"

Toni rolled over on her back and spread her legs and said "Come on lover, show me what it's like to be fucked by a man!"

I crawled up over her and she grabbed my cock and held it in position as I slowly slid it inside her. "Oh god..... oh fuck.... Joanie. Oh fuck it's so good! Ummmfff Oh fuck, yes baby, now drive that pole into me hard and fast!! Make me know I'm being fucked by a real man!!"

She was a tight one. I slid in slow and felt her pussy convulse inside as I entered her love canal. When I hit her Cervix, she moaned out loudly "Oh yes, now fuck me hard!"

I pumped in and out of her for a couple of minutes and then Joanie was ready and I switched over to her and again slid in slow and easy. I definitely did not want to hurt either of them. This was going to be a good pair for fucking for a long time! Joanie moaned and said "Oh fuck yes! Toni, you were right, this does feel great!! I like a good man inside me, rather that those damn boys!"

Toni rolled over onto her side and started sucking on Joanie's tit and massaging the other one. She started talking trash talk to Joanie as I was slamming into her. Joanie was moaning and humping hard back against me. When she was close, I pulled out and got Toni up on her hands and knees and slipped back into her and started driving into her hard and fast. 

I started on her at a pretty good pace and Joanie rolled over and started sucking on Toni's tit and massaging the other one and talking trash to her. Toni was getting stronger and stronger in her humping and soon she was moaning that she was there. 

I leaned down by her ear and said "Cum baby girl, cum for daddy. Cum like you love your daddy inside you and want his dick in you always! This is the biggest dick you have ever had and you love that big hard dick inside you, don't you cum slut?"

She screamed out and said "Oh my gawd I'm gonna cum so hard!! I am gonna flood this place! Oh honey you are good!! Drive my ass into the floor honey. Drive that cock in as hard as you can!! I want it to hurt!!"

I leaned down by her ear again and said "Next time bitch, I'm going to shove this hard cock up your hot little ass, you understand that pussy girl?"

"Yiiieeeeeeee! Oh fuccccckkkkkkk!! Yesssss! O hhhhhh yesssss! Deep baby, deep!! Fuck me to death baby! Make me hurt!!" And then she collapsed on the floor, limp as a dishrag!

I got off her and jumped right back on to Joanie as she was up on her hands and knees waiting for me. I was going for orgasm this time, for both of us!! I started really driving it in deep and hard, but a little on the slow side. I wanted her to feel every centimeter of my cock as I drove it deep in her pussy. Toni was helping too. She was sucking on Joanie's tit, squeezing her other tit. I had her by her hips and was pulling her back to me as I drove forward into her. Oh fuck she felt good! Her pussy was just tight enough to make it feel really good as my dick slid in and out of her.

Soon she was there! She was in a steady rhythm humping back against me and then she lost her rhythm and started moaning and groaning and begging me to go harder and deeper and faster. I was having my own troubles trying to keep going as I was ready to cum too. I told her, "Come on you little slut, cum on my dick while I fill your hot cunt with my cream. Come on, cum for Daddy. Show Daddy what a bad girl you are. Show me how much you love a good hard dick baby!"

She yelled out "Oh fuck me!!! FUCK ME!!! HARD!!!! I want it all inside me!!! Cum in me Quick, Please! I love cum!!! Baby I love you!! Oh fuck me to death baby!!!"

I shot my load into her just as her orgasm ended and she started all over again. "Oh yes!! I love it! I feel it!! Shoot it in deep!!! Oh baby!! Oh Toni, suck me dry honey!! Suck his cum out of me!! I love cum!!"

I rolled over on my side and watched as Toni got behind her and mashed her face into Toni's cunt and started licking my cum out of her. Oh shit this was so good!!! Never have I ever had two hot teenagers together, much less twins!! They were really worth all the effort put into this and their work in the house. But Mom was going to pay me too!! You just can't get it any better than that!! 

I watched as Toni got a mouth full of cum and juices and then they were kissing and swapping the cum back and forth. Those nasty little sluts! I loved watching them!! I would sure be back for more of these two girls. They were both good, they were both hot, and they were both horny! 

Mom was a great fuck too and I thoroughly enjoyed working at her house. There was never a dull moment around there. I went back a few times after I had finished the job, just to get laid good and proper, as they say. Toni called me on a Thursday afternoon and told me that her parents were leaving for the weekend and just the two of them would be home. 

"Want me to come over and 'service' your hot little body baby?" 

"Yes, but I want something else from you now. We've had a lot of sexy fun together and I know your job is finished and soon you won't come back to us at all. But May I ask you to buy something for me? I have the money, I just can't get the nerve to go buy it."

"Well, what do you want honey? A big dildo?"

"Almost honey. I want a strap-on dildo. So I can fuck Joanie till she can't walk and she can do it to me too. Especially when we get grounded or something. Then we can still be fucking!" She said, with a lot of sadness in her voice. "Shawn, will you please? I promise if you do and you bring it over this weekend, you'll get all the pussy you want from us. Plus we'll give you your money back too!"

I do love that teenaged pussy, so I agreed that I would do that for them. I went out on the interstate about 20 miles south of here and there is an Adult Novelty Store near a truck stop there. I went in and looked around to see what all was available. Man!!! Some of the things that are available now!! You wouldn't believe it unless you frequent one of those stores! Anyway, I found them a good strap-on with three dildo attachments. Then I found a nice little novelty for them, a butt plug! I got one of those for the twins and one to use at home too! I also found some 'personal lube' , '2 tubes of that please', (My thoughts) and then I found some that was even flavored! DAMN! Oh well, '1 of those too please'.

I checked out and the hot, slutty looking young lady at the check-out checked me out too, while I was checking her out. She was damned hot too! Maybe I should come back soon, maybe for more lube or something. Then she picked up the strap-on and she looked up at me and had this strange look on her face. Then she looked down at my hand and saw my wedding ring and smiled. As I was counting out the cash for my purchase, she handed me a business card and whispered "Call me soon, please?" I stuck out my hand to shake hers and said "Hi, I'm Shawn. How are you?" 

She smiled and said "Fine sir, thank you for asking! I'm Niki. Is there anything else I can get for you? A movie perhaps?"

"Well, this is my first time .... Ah ... shopping here .... And I see lots of videos, and toys, but what else, if anything is there? I mean, I thought this place had, like a theater in it too!"

"Yeah, well, it does. There's no one in line right now, so let me show you where it is." She walked over to the far wall and pushed a button and a door swung open and it opened to a hallway that was probably 60 feet long. With doors on both sides. She went to the first room and opened the door. There was a chair and a TV monitor and a DVD player. (I noticed a roll of paper towels on the wall too.) "This is just a screening room. Now the next room is a little different." We walked past a few doors and she opened another one and it had a window in front of the chair. (Another roll of paper towels on the wall) and I asked about the window and no TV. She said, "There is a show on the other side of the window, but you drop money in that slot (as she pointed to it) and the screen opens and you can watch the show. Oh, it's live too!" She turned and started down the hallway again and opened another door on the opposite wall and said these are the real fun rooms on this side. I looked in and saw the TV monitor the DVD player and the chair, and the paper towels, but nothing different from the first room. I said, "What's different from the first room?"

She pointed to the side walls on both sides and said "We have 'Glory Holes' ", she said and smiled.

"OK, so what is a glory hole?" I asked, and she kind of giggled.

She said "Well, depending on what your need is, you can either give or get through these holes. Most of the guys come in and get blowjobs through the holes. A lot of women come here to give blowjobs 'cause they love doing it but don't want people to know who they are. They give a blowjob or two or three and then sit back a few minutes and then leave and no one knows who did them! It's really great, you should try it!!"

"I would if I knew you were in there honey!"

"I can't right now, since I'm working. But I do come back here now and then. A girl can back up to that hole, too, and get plowed from the back through it! And she doesn't have to show her face. That's the great thing about glory holes. We have some guys that are bi-sexual that come here often, just to give blowjobs, or get a blowjob from a man, since they are married and can't let anyone know about their preferences!"

"This is all very interesting! Is there an age limit to get back here? And what kind of hours is this section open?"

"Oh, everything is open 24/7! Including the live show. It is on every hour on the hour. Different girls of course. And different guys too. Oh and the age is 18 of course, they have to be legal to get in here. So no little boys and no little girls. We also carry a complete line of condoms and recommend their use!"

"Very interesting! Now about you," I said smiling at her, "Can I call this number on the card anytime and get you? No boyfriend or anything to come and shoot me?"

"Yeah, sweety," she covered my crotch with her hand, "Call that number anytime, day or night, for you. I saw you come in and got horny just looking at you!"

"Well when is the best time to come here ....if say... I want to make use of the glory holes?" I reached up and massaged one of her tits.

"Oh, I can see you are going to become a regular! We have women of all races and sizes come in here, and all they want to do is get it from some other race or size or whatever, and they are married or whatever, and can't just go out and pick somebody up on the street. We even have a few regulars that just have a sex affair, they come here, they do it through the wall, and go home. Strange people, but hey! It's good!!!"

She turned and walked back out into the sales room. 

I patted her on the fine round little ass and said, "Maybe, if I can work it out, I'll see you tomorrow and bring a couple of girls with me!"

"Well, I like girls too, so come on honey! I'll be here from 8 AM till 5 PM tomorrow!"

"Alright, see you later babe!" I went out the door and headed home.

The next morning I sent Angie and her mother off shopping and to a movie, and of course Lexi had to go along too. That was fine with me because that meant that they would be gone even longer. The women were real shoppers, and if Lexi's mom went along, they would be gone all day. But her mom wanted to stay home and keep her husband out of trouble, I guess. 

I drove over to the twin's house and they were waiting for me in just a thong! As I closed the door, they attacked me. "Shawn, did you get us a strap-on? I want to use it on Joanie while you fuck her ass, OK?"

"NO, I want to use it on you first Toni, please?" Joanie begged.

"Well. Let's do this, we'll flip a coin and the winner gets to wear it. BUT ... The one wearing it will also be getting fucked by me from behind. So imagine it girls, on your hands and knees, and two are fucking and two are getting fucked. How's that?"

"Oh great idea Shawn!! You flip the coin." I flipped it and Toni called 'heads' and it landed with 'heads' showing. So Toni got to wear it. I said, "Ok Joanie, on your hands and knees and Toni, you strap this on." As I pulled it out of the box and handed it to her. "Then we can attach one of these to it and lube it up and you can fuck your sister till she can't walk!!"

Toni strapped on the harness and I pulled out the three attachments and let her select the one she wanted to use on Joanie. I attached it to the harness and slid my finger into her pussy and pumped her a couple of times and then I gave her the lube. She started lubing it up while I undressed. We were still in the entry foyer!! Toni turned and said, "Joanie, this is going to hurt me more than it does you baby!!" Then she laughed.

Joanie said, "Well, come on and fuck me Toni, dammit, I need it!!" 

Toni got down behind her and started pushing the big dildo into her sister's pussy!! ARRrrrggggthhhh!!1 "God it's big!! Oh .. Oh It feels so big!! Be careful Toni, please honey. Don't hurt me!!"

I got down on my knees behind Toni and grabbed her hips and held her still while I slid my cock into her hot pussy. I said "OK Toni, you can start fucking now. As you come out of her, I'll be going into you. So take your time and we'll work a rhythm together and everyone will be happy."

We fucked like that for a while and Joanie was the first to get to the peak. Toni started pounding into her and of course she was getting pounded at the same time. We all orgasmed within a minute of each other. Then we just rolled over on the floor. As I lay there, I watched Joanie lick her juices off the dildo and told Toni how good she was. Then I told them to get dressed like the sluts they are and to be sure they had their driver's license with them. We were going for a little trip. They begged, but I wouldn't tell them where we were going.

We got into the truck and I drove them to the Adult Novelty Store. When they realized where we were going, Toni said, "Oh shit. I have always wanted to see inside one of these places. Wonder how their credit cards are billed?"

"Why? You don't have any cash?" I asked.

"Well, between us, we might be able to come up with fifty or so dollars Shawn!"

We went inside and there was my favorite salesgirl at the register. "Hi Niki! I told you I might bring you some girls today!"

"Hello Shawn, I'm sorry but I have to see their ID's, The law, you know. Hi Ladies, nice to meet two beautiful and sexy ladies!!"

"Yes, we know. No problem. Then the girls would like a booth on the left side please Niki. Between two occupied if there is one available." I said and smiled.

Niki looked up and smiled and said "I think that can be arranged Sir."

Toni said "Why on the left side Shawn?"

"Oh you'll see soon enough honey. Just start getting horny now girls."

"We're always horny Shawn. You should know that. Is this where you got the strap on honey?"

Niki looked at her, then at me and I said "Yes, as a matter of fact, Niki was my sales person!"

"Thank you Niki! I'm Toni and this is my sister Joanie. Thanks for that thing honey. It's awesome!"

Joanie said "Yeah it sure is! But damn it sure fills you up!!"

Niki smiled and said "Right this way folks." She opened the door and led us down the hall and opened a door on the left and said, "See you later Shawn. Girls, nice to meet you. I do hope we get to know each other better!!"