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Almost

By: Rain_maker_girl



I catch my mind wandering as I look up his unusually stout and thick torso. I bet he's not really 6 foot..well he does have that back problem thing maybe that's it. His knees are pressed to either side of my hips as his calves hug down my thighs, standing on his knees he towers over me. A brief flash of excitement shivers through my body and mind in response to the view of his arms bulging where they cross over his chest. My lips twist into a sensual grin for a moment as my eyes finish their path, landing on his face.

My mind starts wandering again, as my vision is now filled with his lips thinning out as he presses them together in that weird way that makes me think of a duck puckering up, his constant 'sexy' questions and affirmations become white noise to me as I take a mental journey. 

Was this the same guy who walked in the rain to spend time with me? Walked with guitar strapped to his back to play and sing to me all night long in my tiny dorm room? My face turning skeptical, then the expression battling with another as I try to force my face into a mask of desire so that my thoughts remain my own. Was this the guy who talked to me about monogamy and jealousy? Was this the guy who so quickly and thoroughly swept me off my feet and charmed me- only to drop me from the height I was swept to? I moan convincingly as my mind answers itself: "Yeah." 

He's telling me to punch his chest now. Alright I can do that. I hit his chest with a tight sound of knuckles to flesh, hitting as hard as I could. He laughed at me. Asshole. I hit again, and again and he just kept laughing. Finally he lowered himself with that winning smirked painted to his lips just after trapping my wrists in his much larger hands. 

My brain continues to accuse him as he plays my body like a finally tuned piano. You crushed me. You cut me off, and turned me down just when I was going to give it all up for you. Worse, you did it for some short, sparkly, girly girl. It's like you ate up my deepest insecurities and spit them back out at me. 

But that doesn't matter. Not really. This is about sex. This is about feeling good. This is about those bone liquefying orgasms I have yet to find with anyone else. It's okay that when we get together at first, it's awkward now, that the conversation is stunted. That all you can talk to me about is her, and how much you love her.... Just keep trailing those soft nibbles and kisses down my stomach, while I close my eyes as tight as I can. 

OW! My eyes fly open with accusation, and real anger. He knows I hate being bitten that hard. He just smiles back at me, looking playful and teasing, laughing at me because he thinks it's all play. And it is. Bite me. Hurt me. Use me. Just don't leave me.

Finally, through all this emotional back logging, and wandering thoughts -- there right there. His mouth slides to my clit. Work me baby. Work me like only you can or have. Why is that? I moan softly as there is no time for my mind to answer that question. 

His lips seal around my clit. Sucking. Licking. Scraping his teeth gently against the swollen little nub. Is that what he is doing down there? What is he doing down there? My back arches as my mouth opens into pathetic cries and whimpers. It's almost too much. It's almost painful- this tight ache, this pressure, this bolt of lightning centering on that little nub. My legs shake, my thighs tighten around his face, pressing to his cheeks- maybe to halt him, maybe to trap him. His arms curl around my ass, snaking up my hips with quick speed, his fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs to grip them tight enough that white marks paint in semi-circles around his finger tips. He pulls my thighs apart with his hold on them, the force of air filling the newly created space with its cold touch. I whimper again and try to squirm away as the cold air caresses my swollen, heated pussy. He pulls me back; the bed-spread piling under my ass as he does. 

His tongue works and works. My back clenches and tightens painfully from the pleasure. My skin glistens with sweat, and my breath comes out in ragged pants. But somehow this painful pleasure isn't quite enough. It's not quite there yet. I just can't let go. I feel it there- this earth shattering orgasm, just on the horizon, cresting like a giant wave in the ocean threatening the shore. But most the time it stays in that hesitant state, that 'almost' orgasm that taunts and teases me constantly. Then men either give up, blindly hoping/believing that all that screaming and thrashing, all that natural wetness, was some earth shattering orgasm they bestowed upon me. I'll be fair. If I'm lucky, and they get the right angle, most the time that cock pounding me from above is enough to bring that wave to the shore after the foreplay, but it just slides up and paints over the wet sand when it does. 

Not with him. Never with him. He slides one hand away from its grip on my thigh, while I am defenseless in my mindless state. No thoughts enter my head as it seems my life depends on reaching this pinnacle. His finger tips are a cool reminder of earth as they touch my feverishly hot pussy lips. They push. Parting my lips around their thickness, my pussy lips and inner walls catching at the sides of those invading fingers, forcing him to work into my tight pussy, even as I feel a puddle of my own wetness on my ass where I lay.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as his fingers finally hilt themselves inside me. Yes. Please. He spins his fingers around so that the pads face up towards my belly button. My expectations build, my breath catching again. Yes please. Please. So close. Finally those thick padded fingers brush my g-spot. My breath leaves me in a forcefully whoosh. Just in time for me to scream out my painful pleasure. His mouth stays busy at my clit as his fingers pet, stroke, tap, what-the-fuck-is-he-even-doing-in-there? my g-spot. 

He pauses to look up at me. He asks like he always does in that girlish sex voice he gets, the one that almost has a whine to it "You like that, huh? Is that good? Ya like that?" Stop it. Shut up. You know I do. Please stop talking. Where did my orgasm go? Focus girl focus. There! There you are. Oh god please. That wave, that giant wave it's arcing and rising, blotting out the moon from reaching the shoreline below, the water sliding back to reveal the very beginning of the ocean floor as this monsoon gains momentum. Screaming. Begging. Whimpering. Crying. Please. Only you can do it.

I cum. 

The wave hits in a giant crash to the shore, leaving a trench in the wet sand where it made first contact. Aaahhhh. Yes. All the tension in my back and thighs drains out of me. My muscles loosen and relax, my legs shake with the effort of staying bent and in the air. As almost a spectator from the side looking down upon our naked entwined bodies, I watched us in a detached fashion as he works me to flooding orgasm at least twice more. He finally looks up from between my thighs, wiping his hand over his glistening cheeks and lips as he smiles up at me boyishly- knowing his power over me. Tears run down my cheeks, but by now he thinks it's because of the intensity of my orgasms- which it usually is. But I look at that face. He's not beautiful, er well. Even all that attractive to me. But he's always had some sort of power over me as though he were the most beautiful man on earth. He keeps smiling, crawling up my body to press himself into me now, as things usually go. 

I look up at the ceiling just before I close my eyes, I've never really been able to feel him inside of me anyways. But who cares when he can blow my mind like that? Those tears make little rivers down my cheeks, as I make obligatory moaning noise and whimpers, begging for that cock I can't feel. All I can think about is how much I will miss this when it's gone. How much it hurts when he talks about her, and his instant love and connection. I hate it. I hate him. I hate his sappiness. And most of all I miss him. I miss long walks, joking, teasing, flirting, cuddling, petting, kissing, dreaming. 

But I'll see my other boyfriends later this week. We'll cuddle. We'll fuck. We'll remain aloof, detached and uninvested. I'll stay cold and withdrawn right up until they start to touch me, undress me. Then I'll go home and curl up with my body pillow...wishing it were arms holding me right back. But never wanting to be hurt again.

Almost?



A short story about a wife that loses her way as her husband travels a path they both agreed to. She forgot what it can cost and she loses sight of what is important. Will she remember in time?

*

"Jeff! Your cab's here. You'd better hurry!" hollered Marie up to her husband who was just finishing his packing. He was running late. She knew it was because he didn't really want to go and he was doing everything he could to delay his departure. But it was time and this trip was too important. 

He stepped to the top of the stairs and yelled back, "I'll be right there. Tell him to start the meter and I'll hurry." Marie signaled the cabby, shut the door and leaned back against it, waiting for Jeff, her husband of 23 years to come down. She didn't want him to go either, but she knew he had no choice. The merger was just about finalized and once completed, Jeff would become the newest vice president of the combined company. It meant money, position, and more time for them, something they both wanted. But it had been hard and a long time coming. And the price was one that could be too high for their marriage.

Jeff came rushing down the stairs, his long salt and pepper hair falling down over his face and his green eyes flashing with anger at this imposition. He was a tall, lean, well built man of 48, still handsome and virile. He worked hard at his job as chief financial officer for Baldwin Enterprises, an international financial institution that had a hand in several large international corporations. He was an expert in money conversions and with just a single phone call at the right minute could make his company millions. He was very good at his job and that required him now to be in Brussels within the next 24 hours. A corporate jet was waiting for him at Teterboro airport, just north in Bergen County, NJ. 

He dropped his overnight, pulled on his wool topcoat, grabbed his briefcase from the table where Marie had placed it in anticipation. He cupped her chin with his free hand and tilted her face up to his. "I'll call you as soon as I check in and let you know the number there. I hate this, but if it goes well, it'll be the last for a while. I still wish you were coming with me."

Marie looked into his clear green eyes, the eyes she knew so well. "It'll be fine. Just hurry back and then we can make our plans. I'll miss you. I love you."

Jeff bent down to place his lips on hers and gave her a light, sweet kiss before pulling back. "I love you too. Be good while I'm gone. I'll call you at work."

With that he was out the door, the briefcase swinging as he ran to the waiting cab. He pulled the nearest door open, put his briefcase and overnight inside and walked around to the other side to wave once more before sliding in. The cab pulled away immediately, already having the destination. As it disappeared down the street of their subdivision, Marie shivered once, watching the cab vanish. She felt a small shiver of fear, added to the normal sadness she experienced every time he left. She wished with all her heart that he wasn't going this time. 

Marie and Jeff Sullivan lived and worked in urban New Jersey, in close proximity to New York City and all of the benefits of the financial world that was Jeff's strength. They had been married for over 23 years and had raised two sons, both gone from the home now. Bill, the oldest was married and living in New Brunswick while Johnny was still in college, pursuing his master's degree in finance, like his dad. Jeff made a good living and they had successfully paid off the college loans they took for the boys and were financially secure again. They both continued to work, Jeff for their future and she for something to do. 

She moved back inside and went up to get ready for work. She worked as assistant to the senior manager of Garden State Realtors, a firm that handled industrial real estate. She had been there just over seven years now and her boss, Janet Billings, was also a good friend. They had been together as the firm grew and expanded and now she was in a good position with a nice salary. While Jeff made more money than they would ever need, she enjoyed the freedom of having her own money for gifts, special purchases, and other things that she felt were personal rather than joint. Silly, but it gave her pleasure and Jeff didn't seem to mind as long as she enjoyed it. 

She took more care today with her choice of what to wear. She decided on the white silk blouse with the scalloped neckline, the black skirt with the slit up the side and the gold chain belt. A thin, gold chain with a small, diamond crusted circle around her neck and a matching set of earrings. She carefully did her eyes and her lips and stepped back to evaluate the effort. Perfect! She was pleased that she had kept herself in shape over the years and her figure was still slim and firm. She used a small splash of perfume to finish the effort. Nothing more was needed. As she gave a last look, she saw the lines of worry before turning to go.

Back downstairs, she got herself a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker and sat down at the table to consider her day. She wondered idly where Jeff was at that very moment but knew that he was probably somewhere in the air on his way. She shivered again when she thought of him and what she planned while he was gone. She let her mind wander to Dan Plummer, the newest member of the Garden State team , and to the conversation she had with him yesterday. 

Dan was younger than she by almost a dozen years. He was very good looking and he obviously worked out frequently. The girls in the office were all abuzz about him and had been since he arrived on scene six weeks ago. Several were single or separated and they all wished that he would make some move on them, but so far, nothing.

He was a very good salesman and Janet had asked her to lend him a hand on the proper procedures and paperwork necessary to meet local requirements. She had worked on several deals with him and she had noticed him looking closely at her on several occasions. She found the attention flattering at first, and found herself wondering about more. She felt warm and fluttery when he was next to her and on occasion when he touched her hand casually, there was a warmth where his touch met her skin. He also had a habit of reaching out to brush her hair back from her face which caused her temperature to climb. His eyes were a vivid shade of blue but when he looked at her, they seemed to darken with what she knew was passion. It was pure lust, and it flattered her more than it should. She was uncomfortable with the feelings Dan caused in her. She had no business thinking of any man other than her husband the way he made her think. It made her nervous but she couldn't stop those feeling and thoughts. 

As the weeks passed, the feelings when Dan was nearby increased and became almost unbearable. She had almost decided to speak to Janet and ask that someone else be assigned to him when Jeff announced that he had to make a trip to Brussels, Belgium in a few days. It was at that time she wondered what it would be like to spend the time when Jeff was gone with Dan. The thought caused a flush to spread up her neck to her face and she felt her heart begin to pound. They was crazy! This was not right! She loved Jeff more than life itself and had never considered anything like this. What was wrong with her? Stupid teenaged infatuation, brought on by the all too frequent travel Jeff was doing with this crazy merger. She missed her husband, that's all it was. It would soon be over and they would get back to normal. 

She had kept it all in control until yesterday afternoon. While she was talking on the phone to Jeff, asking him about his schedule once he was in Brussels, she noticed Dan listening to her. When she looked his way, he pretended to be interested in one of the listing brochures but she knew he was aware of her conversation with Jeff. She hung up and started to finish the letter she was working on when he sat down next to her desk and began to talk to her. She stopped, wondering what he was up to when he finally asked her a question that was to change her world.

"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. That was Jeff , your husband?" Marie nodded and he continued. "I know that you'll be alone tomorrow evening and I wondered if you would like to have dinner with me. Just a quiet dinner? Just to get to know each other better." He reached over to brush her hair back as he did so often. She felt again that flush and that warmth where he touched her. She looked at the darkening of his eyes and felt herself nod.

"That would be very nice Dan. We could leave from here I guess. You could either bring me back after dinner to pick up my car, or I could follow you. Either way is fine with me." Just like that. Dinner with another man while her husband was out of town. No one would know and she could find out what it was like to be with him, even if just for a few hours over dinner. No harm, no foul. Isn't that what they say? 

"Good. It's a date. I'll drive and we can come back for your car later. I know a great place just off the main highway leading out of town. It's got good food and a nice lounge. We can have a few drinks afterward and maybe do a little dancing. Would you like that?"

"Of course, yes, but this is just a friendly dinner. Nothing more, you understand. Just because I'll be alone for the evening. That's all. Just as friends."

"Of course. Just friends." Dan smiled, put one hand over hers and squeezed. The touch was intimate and her heart fluttered in her chest. What am I doing, she thought. This could be very dangerous. She had to reconsider. This was not right! She was about to say something when Dan withdrew his hand, stood up and walked away. As she was about to call out to him, Janet came out of her office, asking about the letter. She promised her she would finish it right away and forgot about Dan. When she left for the day, he was already gone. She was now committed to meet him for dinner the following night. 

At home that evening, Marie felt different. She knew that part of it was what she planned on doing when Jeff left for Brussels, but another part was causing her to question her priorities. She knew what Jeff was doing was something they had discussed. She knew that he had to do this to get the VP position in the new company and that once he did, their lives would change for the better. More money, more position, more freedom to travel and do the things they had always dreamed of doing. So, Jeff was doing this as much for her as he was for himself. She would benefit and their marriage would benefit. So why was she even thinking of what she intended to do? She had no answer other than the feeling of danger and excitement she felt whenever she thought of Dan Plummer. Even now, the heat in her belly as she thought of him was uncomfortable. 

She and Jeff talked of the trip, he asking her what she planned to do while he was gone. She mentioned that she owed her sister a visit and probably would spend the evening with her. Sheryl lived not too far from them but she did not spend much time with them. Marie knew that Jeff and Sheryl didn't care much for each other and Jeff was not likely to call or check in with Sheryl at any time. Jeff accepted that and went on to other things. Marie was able to put the whole idea of dinner out of her mind with details about Jeff's trip, the weekend coming up and their plans to spend the next two or three weeks on vacation, visiting their cabin in the Catskills. It was one of her favorite places and they had been going there for the past ten years, with the boys until they started college and then just the two of them.

Bedtime came early since Jeff had to be up and on his way by 6:30. It was rare lately that they had sex during the week and tonight was no exception. Marie thought that it was one area of their marriage they had to discuss and work on. They had lost the desire lately and that was too bad. She loved making love with Jeff. He was a wonderful lover, considerate and skillful. She always came to orgasm with him and he often gave her several before climaxing himself. She loved oral sex with him and he was very skillful with both hands and mouth. He always told her she was perfect when she performed oral on him. At the thought, Dan came into her mind unbidden. She tried to banish thoughts of him from her mind but to no avail. She decided to get up and go into the bathroom until she could gain control. It was an hour later that she came to bed, having finally masturbated herself to completion. She felt foolish and embarrassed but Jeff was sound asleep and not aware. She finally fell asleep, but slept poorly.

The following morning, she rose at 5:30 while Jeff was in the shower. She donned her robe and went downstairs to start the coffee for Jeff. He would take only coffee, no breakfast as usual. He would probably eat on the flight over. It was a corporate jet and had a full kitchen and an attendant. Not a bad way to travel as she knew from the trips she had taken with him. She had the coffee ready when he came down and they talked for a few minutes before he had to leave. She kissed him goodbye and promised to worry about him until he came home. He laughed, said it was just a brief trip and he would be home before she knew it. Jeff had asked her to come with him on this trip but she really had too much to do for Janet. That was before Dan had suggested dinner. Maybe if she had anticipated that offer, she would have found some way to go with Jeff, removing herself from temptation. Too late now. 

She rose from the kitchen table, noting that her rambling mind had kept her busy until it was time to leave for work. She straightened up the kitchen, put on her coat and made the thirty minute drive. She sat down at her desk right at 8:45, her normal starting time and set up for the day ahead. One of the first things was to make coffee and check the night mail for Janet. She took care of both chores and was back at her desk by 9:00, just in time to see Dan walking toward her. She felt a minute's panic, but quickly arranged her features into the professional she was.

"Are we still on for tonight? I've made reservations at Michael's, over on the bypass. It's great, good food and very private. You look wonderful, by the way. Absolutely wonderful." He smiled and looked into her eyes. Again, she felt the shiver of pleasure when he looked at her and she felt a tingling between her legs. All her reservations vanished as she swallowed and replied very softly.

"It sounds perfect. I'll be ready by 5:30 or so. Janet is leaving at 5:00 today for a closing so I can leave shortly after. Should I meet you at your car?"

"Perfect. I'll be ready and I'm looking forward to it. I know we'll have a great time." He smiled, touched her cheek with his fingers and slid them down to gently trail across her lips. She trembled at his touch and he grinned even wider. 

He looked up and saw Janet on her way in. He rose, pulled a file from his briefcase and as Janet came up to the desk, he was describing the changes in the file he wanted her to make. Perfectly legitimate and Janet nodded in approval as she stopped to listen. He was awfully cool and collected. She briefly wondered if he had a lot of practice at this sort of thing. She put that thought back out of her mind. It was too painful to think about. Janet went on into her office and Marie rose, readying the mail for her. Dan gave her a last smile and left.

The day passed normally. She got a call at just after 1:30 that afternoon from Jeff. He was in Brussels and was about to get a car to the hotel. He just wanted to talk, he said: he missed her already. She was pleased to hear from him and they talked for ten minutes while he made arrangements for a car and a driver. They both laughed when he described the trouble he had with the man at the counter. His English was terrible and Jeff had trouble making himself understood. But it was arranged and Jeff said he would call with the number later. She hung up, his last words to her being, "I love you." She responded in kind and sat, staring at the phone. Once again, she was considering calling Dan to cancel when he stopped at the desk.

"Was that Jeff you were talking to? Your face lit up while you were talking. You must love him very much. It shows." He again reached over to stroke her cheek, looking around to be sure they were not being watched. "I understand that. It makes you that much more appealing."

He rose and walked away, leaving her confused and excited. Even though she loved Jeff so much, she couldn't explain the hold Dan had over her. It was as if he had only to touch her and she was powerless to resist him. She knew this evening was a mistake but couldn't wait for it to begin. She was confused, but also eager to be with Dan, alone for the evening. She knew where this could end up, but chose not to think about it. Just go to dinner! Nothing more! She plunged into her work and put all thoughts of anything else on hold.

It was just before 4:00 that Jeff called back. He gave her a phone number and his itinerary for the evening and the next day. He would be leaving for the States by 3:00 afternoon local time and arriving home well after 4:00 in the morning. It was the best he could do but he didn't want to spend another night there. He would rather sleep on the plane coming back. Marie agreed. They talked for a while and she suggested he not call that evening unless it was important. She told him she would be with Sheryl but if he needed to talk to her, to call her cell. He agreed, said that he probably wouldn't call with the time difference so they said their goodnights then. It was almost 10 pm there and time for him to call it a night. Traveling was hard and he hated it so it was likely he would just relax and get some sleep. As she hung up, she realized that she had just told her husband not to call and interrupt her planned assignation with Dan. The thought made her shiver, not with anticipation but with guilt. How could she do this? What was wrong with her? She had to rush to the bathroom to collect herself. She was a wreck.

As she examined her reflection in the mirror, she wondered why she was doing this. She knew it was partly due to her loneliness, Jeff being gone so much the past several months. Even though she knew the reasons he had to be gone, she was still lonely and frustrated most of the time. Also, the hold Dan had on her was frightening. All he had to do was look her way and her heart started to pound and she became flushed. It was all she could do not to jump him on sight. She had to get him out of her system and if it took one night with him to do that, she felt she had little choice! Finally, Jeff would never know and when he returned, they would find their way back to the closeness they shared as husband and wife. He wouldn't know and wouldn't be hurt. She could close the door on her irrational lust for Dan. 

She returned to her desk, feeling slightly more calm but still excited. This evening would end this itch, this need. Jeff would be asleep in another country and she would have this night for herself. With that rationalization, she finished her work, straightened her desk, said goodnight to Janet when she left and then went into the bathroom one more time to prepare herself for her 'date' with Dan. At 5:30 exactly, she closed down her computer and walked out to meet Dan by his car. They were the only two left in the lot. Dan was waiting, a smile on his handsome face, and the keys twirling in his hand. As she approached, he walked around to the passenger side and held the door open for her. She stopped before entering and he leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. She returned the kiss, and slid into the passenger seat. Dan got in and they were off.




Almost?



Dinner was wonderful. They had lobster with drawn butter, a nice wild rice and vegetable side dish, a fresh fruit salad with a sweet sauce and a dry white wine. They finished with a sorbet and hot spiced tea. Everything was perfect, she ate with an appetite as good as the meal and Dan was the perfect companion. Conversation was witty and fun, he touched her hand often and occasionally just stared into her eyes as she said some intelligent thing or two. She felt almost like she was on her first date with the boy of her dreams in high school. It was all she had hoped for and more than she expected. If there was an undercurrent of unease and guilt, she was able to suppress it. She was going to do this and finish it once and for all. This had to happen! 

After dinner, they walked to the lounge where they had a live band playing. It was only a little after 8:00 so the lounge was not yet crowded. They took a booth near the back, ordered drinks and sat together, Dan's hand holding hers on the table. He sat very close, their hips and thighs touching. She felt warm, she began to feel a moistness between her legs, and a small trickle of sweat rolled between her breasts. She knew she was becoming aroused just by sitting next to Dan. Her attraction to him was so intense. As if he recognized it, he put one hand on her thigh, the other still holding hers where it lay on the table. She continued to talk as he began to move his hand up and down her thigh. She was beginning to fidget and that only caused him to smile more broadly. She let him continue and finally, taking courage from him, she dropped her own hand down to cover the bulge in his pants. She felt the heat rise to her face but she held him as he moved his hand up to the dip between her legs. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand cup her mound through the dress and her panties. The pleasure was intense, more so because of where they were. She pulled her hand back after only a few seconds, but it was enough.

She opened her eyes and looked to see if they were being watched. So far no one was taking any notice, but this was too public. She said as much to Dan. Dan nodded, took the check, read it and threw several bills on the table. He stood, reached down to pull her up and said, "We should leave now." She followed him out of the lounge and into the lobby. He stopped, looked deep into her eyes and said, "Should I get us a room here at the hotel? Do you want that? I want you to know that I want it very much, but only if you are willing."

It only took her a second to decide. "No. Take me back to my car and then you can follow me home. I would rather be home." She had made up her mind that if she was going to do this, it would be in a place of her choosing. They would use the spare room. She would not desecrate her husband's bed with her infidelity but she would not lower herself to have a cheap fling in a motel room. Foolish pride, but pride nevertheless! 

Dan led her to his car and they headed back to the office where her car waited. He said very little but did reach for her hand and hold it tightly as they drove. She wanted to say something but words wouldn't come. Dan pulled her hand to his lips each time they stopped for a light and once, pulled it down to his lap. She allowed him to place her hand over his erection and actually rubbed it a few minutes. But this wasn't right! Not in the front seat of a car for God's sake! She pulled back and kept her hands folded together in her lap the rest of the way. Dan glanced at her with a worried look on his face but she smiled reassuringly and he relaxed. They pulled in, she got into her car and they headed toward her home. It was now almost 9:30 and they still had the whole night ahead of them. 

As she drove alone, she once again asked herself if this was what she wanted. It was, as her wet panties proved, and she smiled to herself as she remembered the feeling of his hands on her mound at the lounge. She also knew that he was well equipped as her brief encounter with his arousal proved. Yes, she wanted this and it seemed he was well equipped to provide for her. She was rubbing herself like a horny teenager as she pulled into her driveway, Dan close behind. She opened the garage door, pulled in and waited until he walked inside to lower the door. She went inside, turned on the lights in the kitchen and turned off all outside lights. She took off her coat, turned to find Dan standing there, watching her. She opened his jacket and helped him off with it. He threw it over the back of one of the chairs as she turned to lead him into the dark family room. 

She stood in the room watching him as he looked at her with pure lust. She opened her arms to him and he put his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. She felt his engorged cock press into her stomach and smiled to herself. This was going to be so wonderful. Her loneliness was about to end with a bang. A pun! God, she was losing her mind. She dropped her hand down between their bodies to rub him up and down. As she hoped, he returned the favor and before long, she was being blissfully brought to a climax right there, standing in the middle of her family room, fully clothed still, with a man she had known only a few months. As her body shook with pleasure, she felt alive again, much as she used to with Jeff, when they were younger and still so passionate. Maybe she needed Dan's youth to find her own passion again. Perhaps.

She wanted this to be special so rather than stay in the family room, she whispered to Dan to take her to the bedroom upstairs. He lifted her from her feet and carried her up the stairs and into the spare room, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest. He put her down and slowly began to undress her. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open to reveal the pink bra she wore for this evening. She reached back to unclasp it and allowed her breasts to surge free. As he gazed on her naked breasts, she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor, stepping out and retrieving both the skirt and blouse to lay them carefully on the chair by the bed. She now had on only her pink panties. He drank in her body, smiling in appreciation before pushing her down gently to sit on the edge of the bed as he stood there, smiling down at her. She leaned over and reached out to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. She pulled down his zipper, letting his pants fall to his ankles. She reached inside his boxers and pulled him out, noting a drop of pre cum on the head of his already hard cock. She started to lean forward to take him in her mouth when she was startled by the ringing of her cell phone. It was in the small purse she had carried upstairs by the wrist band, now laying on the floor beside the bed. 

The ringing startled Dan as well and she saw the flash of irritation on his face when she moved away. "Don't answer that. This is more important. Please, let it ring."

She knew it was Jeff. He was the only one who would call this late. Either Jeff, or God forbid, one of the boys with bad news. She had no choice but to answer it. " I have to take it. It could be my husband or one of my children at this hour. I have to. Just be quiet while I answer." She looked up at him, standing there in front of her, his pants already down around his ankles and his cock sticking up like a flag pole. Bad timing. She almost laughed at the incongruity of it all. "Come here.", she said. To make it better for him and to help him past this delay, she reached out to take his cock in her hand. She smiled at him as she slowly stroked it. He closed his eyes in pleasure.

She took out the phone and checked the caller ID. It was Jeff! God, at this hour? It had to be 3:30 in the morning where he was. What could be wrong? She flipped the phone open.

"Hello, Jeff? My God Jeff, what's wrong? What's happened?"

"Everything's wrong Marie. Every damn thing. I woke up here in this bed in this strange country and you're not here beside me. That's what's wrong. It's all wrong!"

She could hear the pain in his voice and it broke her heart. Her Jeff was hurting! He was alone and she wasn't there to help him! "Talk to me darling. Tell me what the problem is. Come on now, talk to me Jeff. I'm here. I'm right here, baby." Without thinking, she let go of Dan's cock and sat straighter on the edge of the bed. Jeff was her concern now. Dan faded into the background while she talked to her husband.

"I know we agreed Marie. We agreed that I would do the traveling and do what had to be done to get this merger over and win the promotion. I know we agreed, but I hate it! I hate being away from you and our home! I hate talking to you over the phone instead of laying together in bed, our heads and our bodies touching. I miss that every time I'm away from you. I hate this!"

Marie stood, pushed past a staring Dan, walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She was talking as she moved quickly away, but she wanted to keep this conversation with her husband private. She wanted Dan to have no part of this. 

Inside the bathroom with the door closed, she spoke softly to her husband. "I know baby. I miss you too. It's so hard being separated. But you'll be home tomorrow night. We'll be together then and the traveling will be almost over. So close, baby. So very close now. Just talk to me and we can get through it. Just talk to me. I'm listening. I'm right here." She continued to coo to him, trying to bring him down. She knew him in this mood. She knew what to do.

She waited to see if he was going to be OK. He was depressed, lonely, far from home. He had been so strong for so long, always being in a new place, a new hotel, a new country. And always alone at night, after the work day was done and all the others had gone home to their own beds. Jeff couldn't. He was alone, just as she was, only she was here, surrounded by the things she knew and loved. She had home, comfort, friends nearby, anything she needed at the touch of a button. Jeff had nothing of home with him! The epiphany hit her so hard, it left her breathless!

Suddenly, she thought of Dan, still standing there, just as she had left him, his pants down around his ankles, his cock slowly deflating, his face a mask of anger and frustration. The uncontrollable lust and excitement she experienced before at just the sight of him was completely gone. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her breasts uncovered and sagging, her hair unkempt and her face still flushed with lust. All at once, she saw herself and this whole affair as disgusting! What had she been about to do? God, how stupid was she to almost do this terrible thing! She had to end this, end it now! 

"Jeff, I'm here at home. I didn't go to my sister's tonight. Listen to me! I have your number. Let me go downstairs and call you on the land line. My cell is signaling low battery. I'm going to lose you and I want to talk some more, so please, baby, just hang up and I'll call you right back. OK? OK, honey? Can you wait for me to call you?" 

Jeff replied so softly, it almost broke her heart. "Yes. Yes, I can do that. But don't wait too long Marie. I really need to talk to you now. It's bad tonight honey, very bad. I need you Marie. I really, really need you."

"I know Jeff. I know. Just hang up now and I'll call you in a few minutes. Hang up now baby. OK? OK Jeff?"

"OK", and the phone went dead. She stood there in the bathroom of her home and almost broke down in tears. She knew now that her husband's pain was the key to bringing her back to her marriage and the man she loved. His pain was all she needed to remember. God! So close! So close to throwing it all away. She stood up, opened the door and looked at Dan standing there smiling, thinking they were going to go back to where they left off. But his smile died as he saw the expression on her face.

"Dan, you have to leave now. This is a mistake, and I almost made it worse. But I'm OK now. I know what I was about to do was wrong and could have cost me everything I love in this world. I almost threw it all away for this, for you. I'm sorry, Dan, but this isn't ever going to happen. I love my husband and I can't do this to him. I understand what I have and what I could lose." She understood! She suddenly understood it so clearly! Thank God for Jeff's call!

But Dan was angry. "Damn it Marie. You can't do this to me. You get me here, promise me everything and then change your mind? Just because your dumb husband called? Just because he's a little lonely? Well, it's too fucking bad that he's not here now and I am! That's why you're here too: because he left you alone, without any loving! Remember? I could have had any of those dimwits at the office but I picked you. Now, let's get back to where we left off." With that, Dan reached out to push her back down on the bed. She twisted away from him but he continued to push her. 

'Crack!' The sound was artificially loud in the closed room as she slapped him across the face with all the strength she had. She felt the sting on her palm as she made contact with his arrogant face. Her strength has enhanced by his words of contempt for her husband and what they shared. Stupid ass! 

That seemed to make a difference. Dan blinked, moved back and put one hand to his face where she had struck him. He stared at her, the passion and the lust now gone, replaced by confusion and anger. Marie was frightened at the look but also determined to resist. She faced him with her chin up, her hands straight down at her sides and her tiny fists balled. He saw the look, hesitated a second and then gave in. 

With an attempt at some dignity, he pulled up his pants, zipped up and buckled his belt. Once collected, he moved toward the door. He turned, looked once more at her and said, "Your loss, bitch. It could have been great, but you blew it. Too bad. I'll just have to find someone more willing to have some fun." He walked out as Marie grabbed a robe to cover herself. She followed Dan down the stairs and watched as he went out the front door. She locked it behind him, signed in relief, and went back to the kitchen to call Jeff. 

She punched in the number, spoke briefly to the operator who connected her to Jeff's room. She wanted to talk to her husband. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him and how much she wanted him home with her. As the phone rang on the other end, she glanced around at the simple kitchen table and chairs that had seen them through two kids and almost fifteen years. She saw clearly the small crack along one edge where Bill had dropped his bowling ball during the time it was his ruling passion. It was such a beautiful crack. She wondered how she could have considered giving that up. She laughed at the incongruity of the thought, just as Jeff answered and when he asked her what she was laughing at, she just told him she loved him more than life itself. They talked well into the night before hanging up. 

Jeff was home the next night as planned and Marie was awake and waiting for him. She was waiting at the door when the taxi let him off and she welcomed him back with open arms and a loving kiss. Jeff was back where he belonged and Marie was happy that she had stopped herself before destroying their marriage. Her close call was enough to remind her of all she had and what she treasured and why she loved her husband. She had done things she shouldn't have and the shame of that was strong enough to make her swear that she would never again be distracted by anything or anyone else. She vowed to herself that she would make it up to him. She swore to all she believed in that she would atone for her sins. 

Jeff got the promotion, and he became the newest vice president of the newly formed corporation he had worked so hard to bring to life. As promised, his need to travel almost disappeared but from time to time, great opportunities came up for travel to exotic places with first class accommodations. After discussions with Jeff, she quit her job, and was able to be with him whenever and wherever he went. From that day forward, he never traveled alone again. She took her place beside him as it was meant to be. 

As Marie packed her bag for a trip to Hawaii with Jeff, she thought back to that day almost three years ago and remembered how she had almost make a tragic mistake. 

Almost.



Almost a Disaster



Friday evening about 9:30, I was home; my wife had called earlier to say she needed to work late

The next phone call was not unexpected. She said what she needed to say.

I said "No."

"Not only NO, but HELL NO!"

"There is a Diamond Cab, number 127, in the Parking lot; you have 30 minutes to be home. The drive from where you are is 25 minutes, if you are not here on time then have him take you to your mothers." 

During my tirade she did not say anything; all I heard was a loud gasp.

I hung up, took the phone back off the hook and turned off my cell phone. I sat down in my favorite chair to continue reading my book; I did not get too far. I could not concentrate.

29 ½ minutes later I got up to lock the front door and throw on the burglar chain. Just as I reached the door a cab pulled slowly into the drive. She got out yelling and screaming at the driver. I thought she said something about walking faster than he could drive.

I went out and gave him a $25 tip and we both smiled as he drove away.

She ran into the house and slammed the door, locked it and put on the chain. I sat down in the rocker on the front porch and pulled a beer out of the cooler on the ground beside it.

When I had finished the beer she had still not come back outside, so I climbed into the cab of my work truck and turned on the CD player. I locked the doors, reclined the seat and opened the windows a slight bit to let any moisture escape. 

Let me introduce myself; I am George Wrout. The "W" is silent. My friends call me Grout. She, is my wife Teri, she will not allow anyone to call her Trout; she thinks it would be silly. Oh, well.

I am a master plumber; she is a secretary in a small office.

The next morning she finally found me asleep in the truck. She claims she searched for 45 minutes. 

For some reason she was dressed in the same whorish clothes as when she came home last evening. I think that might be due to the fact that our bedroom door was locked and she could not get in to change her clothes. Of course it could also be that all of her clothes were packed in garbage bags, locked in the back of my truck. 

I listened to her screeching for a while, when she stopped and looked at me she saw the grin on my face. 

I asked if she "...was through embarrassing herself for a while."

She started to say something more then she realized there were a lot of neighbors looking to see what the noise was all about. I just grinned and opened the cooler for another beer, then decided it would be better to have a diet cola. No sense in slowing down the brain cells.

As I drank my cola, Flower of Scotland came on the CD player. I turned it way up. I love bagpipes.

She went back inside, forgetting to close the door. When my song was over I followed her inside and shut the door. Ignoring her, as she sat on one end of the sofa, I headed into the kitchen where I had left a bag of doughnuts the evening before. She hates doughnuts. I sat down at the table and waited for her as I consumed 2 of the lovelies. 

When she finally came in I offered her one. If looks could kill....

She sat and did not say anything. I looked at her with my head cocked to one side and grinned. My dog would have been proud; I did it perfectly.

Finally she spoke, "How did you know where I was last night?"

"You told me."

The look on her face was priceless. "I never said a word about it to you."

"Would you believe you talk in your sleep? I know this was the fourth meeting between you and James. The first you just held hands, the second you let him play with your leg for a while. The last time you kissed him for more than 12 minutes on the parking lot before you came home. Would you like to hear some more?"

"No, I still don't know why I did those things. And I have absolutely no idea why I called and asked you if I could spend the night with him."

"Did you really want to? Because if that is what you want, you can file for divorce and have the time of your life,"

"At the time I thought I did; though for the life of me I have no idea why. Looking back on it now I realize how stupid I was. I love you too much to do that to you. No, I do not want a divorce."

We talked for about another hour. She kept telling me had no idea why she went on those dates; she loved only me, and wanted to stay married to me for the rest of her life. I told her that I still loved her; but the trust in our marriage was severely strained and I would need time before I was ready to trust again.

She asked if I would let her into the bedroom so she could bathe and change clothes.

I asked her where she slept last night. 

"The guest room", was her response.

"I will go unlock the back of my truck. Remember the truck? That is where I slept last night. You can get your things out of it and put them in the guest room. You will be there for the foreseeable future."

She looked at me like I had spoken Greek.

"If the back of my work truck is not cleaned out before I go to work on Monday I will stop at your mother's or Goodwill and unload it myself. And, do not make a mess of the truck."

"I will not sleep in that room; I am your wife...."

I broke into her remark "You are very close to becoming my EX-WIFE. You will stay in the guest room or when I go out to open the truck I will get in and drive to your mother's house and throw it all out in the middle of the yard. Then, I will go up, ring the bell and tell her why it is all there."

By the time I was done; I was yelling, more for effect than because I was angry.

The tears started to flow.

I told her the waterworks were a waste of time. I had 2 more doughnuts before she finally calmed down enough to talk again.

She asked me to open the truck and she would put her things in the guest room.

I sat in the front of the truck looking at the lock sets in front of me, wondering if I should return them sooner or later. I decided on later. She saw the locks and told me it would not be necessary to install them.

When she had not come down for a while I locked the truck and went into the backyard to see how Buttercup was doing. Buttercup is my dog; he is part Mastiff and part Irish Wolfhound. To put it bluntly, he was ugly and he was huge. I was not tiny either; at 275 and 6 foot 8 inches. He almost looked like a normal size dog next to me in a photo. He was my baby, the sweetest dog you could ever care to meet. That is unless you mess with me, my house or my truck. I saw what he did to someone who thought they needed my tools more than I did. When Buttercup was done the fellow was begging the police to take him away. There was not even any broken skin; the worst my puppy did was fart in his face as he sat on him. He stayed there until I called him after the police showed up. The police just laughed at the crook and arrested him.

Buttercup and I went to guard dog school together; he is trained to lay low until the first item leaves my truck. He is extremely fast on the attack.

After a while the door slammed and Teri came out into the yard to find me, she started to yell; then she heard the low rumbling growl from behind her and froze in her tracks without another sound. Buttercup lay back down at my feet again and went back to sleep. She asked me quietly and politely to open the truck so she could finish unloading it.

I unlocked the truck; while she took the first bag in, I threw the rest out on the ground. 5 minutes and the sprinklers should start. I called Teri and told her it was all out of the truck, she ran to get it before someone took her stuff. As she picked up the next to last bag the sprinklers started up. She grabbed the last bag and tried to run; she still got quite wet.

I smiled and petted Buttercup.

Later she was ironing the wrinkles out of some of her work clothes when her cell phone rang. I heard her speaking in hushed tones; she was sorry she ran out of the restaurant without saying good bye. She went on to say that, somehow, I knew what was happening and told her to get home immediately. She told him it was a mistake and they could not see each other anymore. 

I heard the voice on the other end getting loud and obnoxious. She said good bye and hung up, he called right back. She turned the phone off.

I guess now is as good as any other time to explain a few things. When we married 6 years ago we went to a magic show on our honeymoon. The warm up act was a hypnotist. He managed to get Teri, along with 3 other ladies, up on the stage. He hypnotized them and had them do all sorts of things. 

When he was done he brought her back to me in the audience and confidentially told me the magic phrase to put her back under. Then he awoke her with the instruction that "She would not remember anything that happened, but when I said the magic phrase she would be under my control. No one else would be able to control her unless I allowed it." 

The first words out of her mouth when he released her were "I told you that you could not hypnotize me." The audience roared at that. That night I put her back under; I told her that she would never allow anyone to touch her breasts or genitals without my permission. 

Until a few weeks ago I never used the hypnotism again, in fact I had to think long and hard before I remembered the phrase.

The night she called, my order was followed. 

I had been suspicious about her sudden need to stay at work so late on those Friday evenings and had put her under and quizzed her on her activities. She readily told me all of it.

Another thing she does not know is that James is a salesman for a company owned by a good friend of mine. His boss, Roger has wanted to get rid of him for years; James only did the minimum to get by. For years he has inflated his expense reports by submitting the cost of dates on his as business expenses; no one could prove he was cheating the company. Until he started to date Teri....

Roger was set to ask for more proof that those dinners were business related. He wanted contact information on the client, if James did not provide it; he would be fired for cause and all his last expense report would be disallowed. The company already was scanning the call records for the phones they provided.

I also have Teri's cell phone set up for her GPS to give me her location at a moments notice. That is how I knew where she went on each of her dates with James.

The taxi driver is my best friend Paul's son; he is normally off in the evenings. He was 19 when he met Teri the last time, 6 years ago at the wedding. He now has a beard and looks much more mature.

Monday James was called into Roger's office and told he had 24 hours to produce proof that the last expense report was all business related. When he could not prove the 3 dates were business he was fired. Poor baby!

James has anger issues; he did not take being fired well at all. He was already angry about being dumped and abandoned when he thought was a sure thing with Teri. 

I decided to keep an eye on her for a while and see how she was behaving. I got off an hour before she did so it was not a difficult task. Buttercup liked to go for rides, so I took him along. I just told her we had gone for a ride and stopped at the park for a walk, which we did, afterward.

One evening when she walked out the door from work James grabbed her and forced her into his car. I was there to get the information and followed them in the car. Teri was beside herself with anger, she scratched and clawed and hit him as hard as she could, until he punched her in the face. She passed out from the pain.

James was heading to the south; there was only one hotel on that end of town. It was the dirtiest, sleaziest hell hole you could imagine. I already had friends at each of the 3 motels in town and near his house. I called Paul at the hotel I thought they were heading to and told him what car to watch for; meanwhile I followed at a discrete distance.

I saw them pull into the lot and park in front of a room. 3 other guys came out and helped carry Teri in. 

I swung past Paul and told him to call the police, and then I drove over to the far end of the building and parked. Buttercup and I got out and walked to the room. I knocked on the door. One of his friends opened it with the chain on; I hit it hard and kept going into the room. Buttercup followed. My only command to him was "Protect Teri." I headed for the 2 accomplices that were on one side of the bed and Buttercup aimed for James. James was already naked from the waist down and standing at the foot of the bed, what I saw did not impress me. Buttercup went for James' crotch. I forced the others into the wall, although they were stunned they came up fighting. 

The loud shriek caused everyone to stop for a second, except me. I grabbed an arm on both of my opponents, twisted them back and ripped the shoulders out of their sockets. A dozen punches later and there were 2 broken jaws, bad concussions and both were gasping for breath. 

I turned to see what else needed my attention and found the first guy lying, out cold under the door that I had ripped off the hinges. James was lying on the floor passed out from the shock of loss of his genitals. Buttercup was happily chewing on his new play toys. I commanded him to "drop" and they fell onto the floor, no way would James want what was left back. 

Teri was still out and lying on the bed in a heap, her underwear was ripped at the crotch and her dress was up over her head. I threw a blanket over her as I heard the sirens in the distance. Buttercup and I went to a corner of the room away from the carnage. On my command he lay down and covered his eyes with his paws, he is a smart dog. When the state police ran into the room they found me with my hands up and Buttercup lying beside me. One of the troopers was there when Buttercup took down the fellow who tried to take my tools, he had to be held upright because he was laughing so hard at the sight Buttercup and I presented. 

Quickly I told them "The woman on the bed is my wife, she was kidnapped outside her job this afternoon and I followed them here. The genitals belong to the kidnapper; I have no idea who the other 3 are."

People on the street had reported the kidnapping and the troopers were in the process of looking for the car.

Teri started to wake up; she was fighting mad and ready to go after the first person to get near her. Buttercup heard her and ran over to see what was wrong. 2 steps and a jump and he was on the bed daring anyone to come near her. Teri swung at him once until he licked her face. He let me approach, the troopers headed toward her until they heard the low rumbling growl. They froze. I told Buttercup they were OK and he relaxed, they stayed back. 

When the ambulances arrived Teri was the first loaded. Then they tried to take James next, but he had bled too badly, he was dead. One of the EMTs stepped on the mass of flesh on the floor and looked to see what it was; he promptly threw up. The 2 injured guys were next to go, the fellow under the door was not injured too badly. The troopers just arrested him.

I was given a lecture about taking the law into my own hands, while they stood as far away from Buttercup as they could. There were no charges against me or my pup. When it was all over we went home so I could change into something nicer for the trip to see Teri at the hospital. A few minutes after we got home the doorbell rang, it was the pizza I had ordered for Buttercup; small with extra cheese, extra beef and light on the green peppers. He was in heaven.

Teri was in a room and demanding to see me when I got there. She did not have any serious injuries; just some sore muscles, a mild concussion and a badly bruised jaw. They held her for 36 hours as a precaution.

The accomplices were all charged with multiple offenses. The 2 who chose to fight would have some permanent injuries to deal with. Paul and I testified, as well as the troopers. All 3 went away for 15 to 30 years.

James was buried in his home town; his wife never went to the services. 

Buttercup was made an honorary state trooper. Before that day he was never allowed in the house because Teri was so afraid of him; he now has his own bedroom, complete with 4 poster bed. The only time he is separated from Teri is when he is at work with me. We found an equally large and ugly girlfriend for him; she is now ready to deliver her first litter.

It took a while after she recovered from her injuries, but Teri eventually was allowed to return to the master bedroom. 

25 years later 

A number of years back my boss decided to retire. He sold the company to me for a song and a small percent of the profits until he died.

Teri and I have 6 children; 4 boys and 2 girls. Thankfully, while the boys all take after me the girls take after Teri, except that they are both close to 6 feet tall. 

Buttercup lived to be 12 years old; his best girl went shortly after he did. She was just too lonely without him; you could see it in her eyes. Through careful breeding and good training we now have 4 of Buttercups grand children and his son at home. They are as large and ugly as the original, and as loving too. The 2 boys are Tiny and Little Boy. The girls are Minnie and Petunia. My other plumbers have some of the other pups; they are all trained and ride in the trucks as security. 

There is a picture of Buttercup on the side of every one of our trucks. We changed the company name to Best Friend Plumbing. Business is good.

Teri and I are best friends and still lovers. We look forward to spending the rest of our lives together.

I still have those lock sets out in the garage, she knows they are.



Almost a Love Story



Chapter One

It all started innocently enough. He was a handsome young man with cute dimples and a winning smile. When he talked, you listened and when he listened you knew he cared.

My husband Alec introduced us shortly after we moved into our new home, and he into his new

job. Kyle called on my husband's business about twice a week and they had hit it off from day one. Alec was quick to bring Kyle home to meet me and the kids and his visits soon became routine, and for some reason, very welcome. Little did either of us know that this new man in our lives would have such a long lasting impact on me for years to come.

I am not sure when I first started to realize that Kyle had such a personal effect on me, but he did. It wasn't anything I was looking for, at least I didn't think I was, but whenever he dropped by or I saw him about town my stomach did a flip and I became more anxious than ever to find a way to chat with him and just be in his presence. He had an aura about him that attracted me like no other man I ever knew in my few short years as a grown woman and I was confused as to why, even more confused about what to do about it, or where all of this was heading. Oh well, maybe it is enough for me to just have these secret feelings, enjoy the moments when he is around me and leave it at that. After all, I am a married woman and what did I expect to come from this anyway. I knew one thing for sure, I wanted to see him one way or another, and so I did, thanks to the generosity of my cooperative husband.

Within 2 months of meeting Kyle it was becoming apparent that there was something very new and exciting happening in my life. He was sending me many obvious signals that we were on the same page and that both of us were sharing a mutual attraction. It was very apparent that he was as interested in me as I was in him and we did little to hide our feelings from each other, or from anyone else I am sure. Now what? This is not what I was expecting to have happen to me at 22 years of age. I was supposedly happily married with 2 young beautiful children and the last thing I wanted to do was get my self involved in a situation that could create serious consequences in my life , but maybe I did.

My imagination went wild with thoughts of what might be possible in the months ahead. Kyle was over 6ft tall with a handsome face and the sexiest smile. His body was to die for and I could see he was the complete physical package, never mind his personality. Well, I couldn't see it all, but some how I felt sure he would be more than adequate where it counted. I was becoming totally infatuated with this young man and it was the most exciting feeling I had felt in a long time. How could this be happening?

It wasn't long before I knew that no matter how much I tried to suppress my feelings for Kyle, the sexual and emotional attraction I felt for him consumed me so deeply that he was in my thoughts daily.

I was so very drawn to this young handsome man and it wasn't right. What do I do now? He didn't help matters by the way he would look at me and by the flattering words he would say to me when Alec was busy in another room, so oblivious to what was happening between us. It wasn't long before we found time alone at a dance or at a party where we had the chance to squeeze in a few secluded minutes to share a kiss and whisper sweet nothings to each other with no one any the wiser.

These brief interludes convinced me for sure that Kyle had more than special feelings for me, as I did for him. It was impossible for us to hide them from others, but we tried. These stolen moments only helped to fan the scorching flames between us. This was more than infatuation, it was much more.

Chapter Two

Maybe about 2 months after we had settled in to our new home my husband introduced me to a couple he had met through Kyle. Gordon and Jane were a few years older than us but seemed to be a fun couple and a new relationship soon developed. For some reason we had never spent much couples time with Kyle and his wife Elaine. It just wasn't a fit for us. Anyway, it wasn't long before our new friends were dropping by our home for dinner and drinks and we started going out to the odd event with them. Jane was an alright lady I guess but she kind of lacked a spark and it was obvious my husband wasn't exactly overly enamoured with her, but he did seem to like the company of Gordon so we managed to make it work. Besides, Jane had a nice set of boobs she liked to flaunt and that was enough for Alec to get him to overlook a few short comings.

Gordon sported a manly chest and had a nice solid build and good looks that would please any woman, so it was a very nice package for me to focus on. He had a charming personality and was easy to like, especially if you were a woman. He was always polite and seemed interested in what I had to say, at times even getting a little too personal, which made me enjoy his presence even more. It was fun to feel the sexy vibes between us and I could sense there was more. Little did I know how much more.

I remember one night at our house when the wine flowed freely and the music played softly with the lights down low. We were all soon up dancing with the opposite spouse and the atmosphere became a little charged as each of us snuggled in tight with the others wife or husband. My husband had always enjoyed the excitement of swapping partners, if only for an intimate dance or two, and this was the perfect time and place for the both of us to unleash a few stored up hormones. I could see he was enjoying the fullness of Jane's bouncy tits and so I snuggled in with Gordon and did my best to make sure he felt mine. It wasn't long before I was getting a silent message that he was being turned on by me and that he wasn't anxious to see the song end. I never thought too much about what was happening as it was getting to be a very cozy and enjoyable dance so I just took his bulging erection rubbing against my groin as a nice compliment and left it at that. I will say though, it sparked my interest in him for sure, and again I was starting to feel a little pleased about having another man paying such obvious attention to me. I was soon getting used to having his hard member rub against my privates and I too was sorry to hear the song end. But there would soon be another as he was quick to make sure the slow songs kept coming and the intimacy continued, with no objections from my husband or Jane.

No doubt we all had a very sexual evening and after they left Alec and I chatted about the possibilities of taking this new relationship to the next level. Maybe it was the wine and the hard cock against my groin but I didn't say anything to discourage the thought. Who knows, maybe a little extra company would be good for both of us, and it would definitely bring some needed zest back into our marriage.

Over the next few months Gordon's visits to our home became more and more frequent. He was always attentive to me and I really started to enjoy his brief stop overs. His constant attention to me was very welcome and quietly encouraged. He was a good looking healthy male, maybe about 27, and I soon started to realize I was becoming attracted to him as it appeared he was to me. Kyle was a frequent visitor as well and it was a fun time to be a woman. How could Alec not notice their focus on me?

What the hell was happening? Why was I letting myself have these feelings, and why was I enjoying them? Not only with one man, but now with two. It was all very confusing, but again I decided there was no harm in a little flirting and did my best to carry on as though everything was normal. I needed some diversion in my life at this time and Kyle and Gordon filled that void perfectly. How lucky am I.

Alec was working hard at his new position and the hours were demanding. I wasn't happy by how much time he spent away from home. It wasn't all work as he loved his sports and they consumed much of his time winter and summer. Still, I was feeling neglected and even wondered at times if maybe he was up to something else besides sports. The kids were keeping me busy, no doubt, but at my age I wanted and needed more. Lucky for me....opportunity soon came knocking.

Gordon had approached my husband about setting up a small temporary workshop in our basement to work on his model air planes when time allowed. He had a small home with limited space so it seemed like a reasonable request and it wasn't long before our basement started to look like a hobby shop. Alec took a keen interest in the goings on as he was a pilot and very much interested in watching these toy models come to life. Did he not see the interest Gordon was showing in me, or did he just decide to let the cards fall where they may. It was like he was delivering a fresh lover to me on a plate and it was up to me if I wanted to taste the goods or not.

Gordon at first would drop by when he knew Alec was home but he soon started coming up with reasons why he needed to come over at all hours. He worked shifts at the local sawmill so it left him with many opportunities to come by when my husband was at work. Most of the excuses were to do with applying coats of paint and timing the drying periods. It all sounded normal to us so he now had free reign to be at our home when ever he wanted and he was quick to take advantage of the approval he had from Alec, and of course from myself, ... to 'drop by' anytime. Maybe it was the first dance we had in our living room so many months ago that piqued my interest, or maybe it was the 4 or 5 dances we had at the local cabaret in the following months, where he continued to flaunt his erections, that I became seriously interested in the possibilities of fucking this man. In any case I certainly wasn't rejecting his sexual moves towards me, and in many ways was very much encouraging them. This was just too much fun and it all made me very horny so what could be wrong with that? If it didn't go any where I would still have the joy of the moments and could pass along my eagerness to fuck Gordon by fucking my husband a lot more. He will never know why I am so horny, but he will love my energy.

Two weeks had passed since Gordon set up his hobby in our basement and he had my husbands busy schedule down pat as he managed to show up 2 or 3 times in a row while Alec was at work or out for the evening. Inevitably he would come up stairs for a coffee and a chat as he let a coat of paint dry on his model. We were flirting non stop during these visits upstairs and always teased the hell out of each other. Much of our talks were about sex and intimacy between married couples, which created a large bulge in his pants as he would deliberately sit back a bit from the table with his groin facing right at me. The message was clear and very inviting. This was driving me crazy, as I knew it was him. Every time he went back downstairs I was left with a wet pussy longing for his hard cock. How do I get that to happen. Maybe I could just ask him, but that wasn't my style back then. ...Jesus this was fun.

I think it was the 4th time he dropped by unannounced, with the pretext of working on his models, that it all came to a head. It was an early morning in November and my husband was at work and the kids were in school. It wasn't long before Gordon was upstairs for a cup of coffee, at my invitation, and then, before I knew what was happening, he had me by the hand and led me down the hall to our bedroom. I don't think coffee was on his mind anymore. It was me and it was time. Finally.... I was in for a fuck.

I was surprised but was not going to put up any resistance. An hour in our bed having sex with this man was very appealing at this time in my life and I was more than willing to allow it to happen. I knew all this flirting was only going to end one way, and much to my relief, it was all just fine with me. We had both been teasing each other too long for this not to happen and there was no stopping it now.

I had been fantasizing about this moment for months and now it was about to become a reality. I was going to get fucked in a few minutes and I wanted it so bad I was shaking. Please let it be a good fuck.

After sharing several kisses against the wall, with his roaming hands fondling my swollen breasts through my blouse, I felt his hand move to my crotch and it was soon exploring every inch of my pulsating groin. He then slipped his fingers under my panties and immediately found my opening where he slowly inserted a finger to give me a surprise but welcome finger fuck. I now badly wanted to feel his hard cock with my hand and quickly reached down below his belt to wrap his manhood with

my fingers for the first time. His shaft was stiff and seemed a decent size so I knew it was all going to be good. I stepped back and removed my top and asked him to take off my bra, exposing my bare ample breasts to him for the first time. He just stared at them and watched my nipples harden as he kissed them and sucked them, making me more horny than ever. It was only a brief moment before he was taking off his shirt and pants but it felt so much longer. I reached down and slid off his briefs allowing his stiff cock to jump out in my face. I wondered if I should just put it my mouth now, or wait. I decided to wait. It was the first time I would see his bare manhood, but not the last. It was a perfect size and I knew that it was going to feel wonderful to have this mans cock working the inside of my cunt in the next few minutes. It was now my turn to undress and I quietly slipped off my under pants exposing my wet inviting pussy to Gordon's eyes, also for the first time. He was obviously in awe at finally seeing my naked mound and he was now beyond ready to fuck. So was I, so was I.

We now lay on my bed naked, side by side, and all of this had happened within just 15 minutes of his car pulling up in our driveway. This is crazy I thought, but there was no stopping either of us at this point and it was only seconds before he was kissing me on my waiting lips as he put his fingers in my wet hole once again, rubbing my clitoris from time to time making it become more swollen and hot than ever. My God this is driving me insane as my juices flowed. I want more, yes, so much more.

I was married at 15 and was now 22, ..was this the 7 year itch I was experiencing?...scratch me please!

I badly needed to hold and feel his bare cock in my hand while he was penetrating me with his fingers so I slowly and unabashedly reached over to grab and stroke his exposed stiff member as we continued with the foreplay. This was the first time I had touched Gordon's cock in the raw. It felt very manly, and so comforting, which only added to my expectations. Then the moment both of us had desired for the last 2 months or so was about to happen. Gordon gently rolled me flat on my back as I willingly spread my legs to await the long anticipated sensation of a strange mans cock entering my vagina, this mans cock. It had been over a year since I last had a penis in me that wasn't my husbands and I missed that naughty experience. It was about to happen once again so all was well with my world on this morning.

I was so wet and ready, and then, as he kissed me gently while looking deep into my eyes he entered my waiting body ever so slowly. At first my groans were somewhat subdued, but they quickly escalated in volume as he went in deeper and deeper, thrusting faster and faster, all the time telling me how amazing it felt and how he had longed for this day ever since he met me. How I loved the feeling of a new hard cock penetrating my body again, giving me such pleasure. It was such a horny time that I forgot all about problems in my life and honestly felt I wouldn't stop, or couldn't stop, even if my dear husband had walked in on us at this very moment. I think I would have just told him to wait his turn until we had finished and then maybe give him the fuck of his life after Gordon was done. Alec had willingly shared me before with another man so I didn't see this as being any different. He always said he loved it when he could fuck me with a wet deck so now maybe this would be his chance to experience that sensation once again.

Just the thought of my husband maybe catching us and having to watch as I make love with this man while he makes love to me, made me more hornier than ever. It all added to the intense feelings I was having as a hard new cock was working it's way so beautifully in and out of my welcoming vagina.

Well, needless to say Alec didn't walk in and we both had the all the time we needed to fuck, suck and fuck some more. Now, to be clear, this wasn't the first time I had sucked another man's cock besides my husbands, but it was the first time I had sucked on a non circumcised cock. This was very different for sure, but not in a bad way, just different. And to top it off I was sucking on Gordon's cock and slowly swallowing his sexy pre cum in my marital bed. How kinky and naughty this new experience was.

It wasn't that Alec wasn't a good fuck, or didn't turn me on all these years. He was a great screw most of the time and I loved having sex with him, but things had changed lately. Maybe it was because at this stage of our lives he was distracted by other things, or maybe even other women, and he just wasn't aware he was neglecting me. Whether he knew it or not, I felt lonely and ignored. Well, not any more.

This mid morning encounter was destined to be a good one for both of us, and it definitely was. We started missionary style, which was pretty normal for first time lovers, before switching so I could ride his big dick like a cowgirl. I love this position as it lets me control the pace and the depth as well as the angle and I was getting better and better at finding ways to have a cock rub me where it felt the best. It was easy for me to climax when I was on top because I made sure his big meat hit all the right places.

And climax I did. Gordon was in a trance as I rode his prick and slapped his face with my 36C tits. The look on his face was telling me that he was getting all he ever dreamt of, and so much more.

I banged him relentlessly from above for 10 minutes or more while changing the angles and varying the pace to suit my needs. Then, when exhaustion set in after multiple orgasms, I once again rolled over on to my back with legs spread , never once letting his cock fall from my opening. I had it in me and I just wasn't letting it go. Not yet anyway.

It then occurred to both of us that maybe we didn't have all day. My husband was only a 5 minute car ride away and could easily come home unannounced at anytime. It was probably time for us to bring this encounter to a close, clean up, and get Gordon out of my bed and out of the house. Not what we wanted but we were pushing our luck as it was. I really didn't want to have to try and explain to a shocked husband why this man was in our bed mid morning, buck ass naked, with his cock dripping his juices and mine all over the bed sheets. It may be a bit of a problem. Or maybe not. Would he just wait outside the bedroom while we finished and then sit with us and talk about what was going on? Maybe he would be so turned on he would agree for us to carry on fucking again, as long we made him aware of when and where. Of course that would have to be followed by a blow by blow run down of what transpired between us... mmmmm ...would he be OK with that....probably not, but you never know.

I know I came at least twice while flat on my back again as Gordon held his load until he could do so no longer. The look on his face as he was starting to begin ejaculation was mesmerizing. It has always been satisfying to me when making love with a man to hear him cum and feel him cum. Finally, after thirty minutes of great sex and my multiple orgasms Gordon now had the freedom to release his huge load into my vagina. He groaned ever so deeply, while his body jerked and tightened as his balls sent forth the sperm mixing with his semen to spill into me, and I could feel every giant spurt as it pumped out of his cock and into my cunt while looking into his eyes. Yes, this was what I had wanted, and now that it had happened I wanted more. It was so exciting and so energizing that I gave little thought about right or wrong...it was just about me at this time and that was that. Being fucked by this man was fun.




Almost a Threesome



I had a date last weekend with a local guy that I met thru Hot or Not. His name is Steve, he is 30 years old, and he looked just gorgeous in his picture! We had chatted for several hours on Yahoo before talking on the phone. I then invited him to come here for a visit that Sunday nite. He lives a few towns over, in Aberdeen -- it took him exactly 30 minutes to get to my apartment from his home. 

As I have found is always the case, his picture had not done him justice. He was even more handsome and sexy-looking in person. His looks belied his age -- he appeared to be a blonde-haired, cherub-faced angel! He made it a point to tell me how his eyes change color from green to brown, and sometimes just look like they are hazel, as they did when he was here. 

I've got to tell you this about Steve -- he has a sparkling, vibrant personality. His fabulously funny sense of humor, combined with his bright, intelligent conversation simply added to my attraction for him. His manners are impeccable, he is courteous and polite, and as far as I was concerned, he more than made up for all the jerky guys that had been here before him!!! He stayed for nearly three hours, and we did have quite a hot time together, most of it spent in my bedroom. It was such a shame that our time together was over-shadowed by the events of his second visit. Here is the lowdown on that -- shall I call it an -- incident...

About a week after our first encounter, Steve called me to say he would really like to see me that night. However, his car was in the shop, and if I wanted him to visit, he would have to get a ride from his roommate, Chris. I had an instant sense of trepidation that something would go wrong if I OK'd the pair of guys coming to my apartment. Obviously, they would want to have a threesome with me, and I did not feel sure if I was up for it or not. However, I ignored my good judgment and told them to come. I asked Steve specifically to make it clear to Chris that he was not to expect anything sexual from me. I suggested we simply play it by ear and see what happened after they got here. 

I gathered they were anxious to get here, for exactly 30 minutes later, as I was nearing my front door to watch for them, the two handsome young guys popped their heads in front of my screen, startling me just a bit. I was simply thrilled to be seeing Steve again. 

They both came inside and Steve rushed to me, kissing me and hugging me so hard he practically picked me right up off the ground. "Oh, baby, I am so glad to see you!" I gushed at him.

"Are you really, baby? And just how glad ARE you to see me?" He smiled at me teasingly, as he kissed me again while gingerly squeezing my left boob!

"I should be asking YOU that question," I responded, and returned his gesture by reaching directly into his crotch, gripping his already swollen dick in my hand. I almost got lost in the moment, and forgot that Chris was standing there. My good manners ruled, as I pulled away from Steve to greet Chris with a big, broad smile and warm handshake. 

Steve made the introduction while I checked Chris out up and down. Like Steve, he was quite cute and sexy-looking, but in a different sort of way. He had medium length, curly brown hair, and his big, round, brown eyes sparkled. He may have been an inch shorter than Steve's 6', which was still tall compared to my 5'4". 

Taking Steve's arm in mine, I guided him to my sofa where we sat down in a cuddle. Upon my suggestion, Chris sat down next to Steve and we all seemed very comfy and cozy together. After a moment, I got up to fetch them each a beer, and poured a small glass of Merlot for myself. I also fired up a bowl of great weed, which I shared with Steve -- Chris abstained, explaining he had given it up just a short time ago. 

We were chatting and joking and laughing and smoking, while we sipped our drinks together. It felt almost as if we had known each other for years. A few times, Chris's funny, lively lines had Steve and me in hysterics! While we carried on like old friends for a few minutes, Steve was kissing my neck, ears and lips. I was aching for his touch, and he got the hint from my squirming and wiggling ass, which I moved over and around his stiff-as-steel cock, as it bulged through his jeans. He slid his hand underneath my mini-skirt, sneaking his finger around the side of my leopard thong. 

"God, are you ever wet, baby, I can even feel your panties are soaked already!" he whispered into my ear. 

He took not a moment longer in locating my swollen clit. My little love berry seemed to be floating in a sea of slimy, slippery juice -- I had begun oozing cum even before their arrival. Steve continued to finger my soaking wet hot spot, and from my moaning and groaning, it was obvious how turned on I was. I glanced at Chris to find his eyes were glued to the action that was going down on my fairly well-exposed, shaved, smooth pussy mound. 

Softly but clearly, Chris asked me would I mind if he touched me, too. I hesitated briefly, but responded with an affirmative nod and a breathy, drawn out "Yesssssssss!"

Eagerly, Chris reached out and touched, gently pushing Steve's hand away. If I had not seen it, I would not have even known that one hand had replaced the other. Chris continued with the same or similar type of swirling movements around my mound, and in my mind it was still all one continuous motion. So I closed my eyes and laid my head on Steve's shoulder, kissing him and twirling my tongue all over his ear and neck. I was a little amazed at how at-ease I felt in this unusual situation. I decided at that moment that I was going to just relax and enjoy it, for all it was worth. 

"I think we ought to take this into my bedroom," I offered the guys. "Now I am not saying I am going to go all the way with both of you, but I have an idea how we can continue, and make it good for all of us."

I got up and led the way into my room. I lit all of my many candles in there, lending a subdued light to the scene. I took my 35mm camera from my dresser top, knowing it contained a fresh roll of film, and handed it to Chris.

"How about if Steve and I get down together, and Chris, you can snap some shots of us while we play? Because I do not yet feel totally comfortable about getting it on with both of you at the same time, so just give me a little time with Steve and we'll see how I feel in a little bit, OK?"

"Sure, I think I can handle that!" Chris answered. 

The enthusiasm in his voice let me know that he would be satisfied with that scenario, in case I was not feeling up to "doing" him, too. And the look of lust on Steve's face told me that he was thrilled with my plan for our trio, as well. 

Steve and I tumbled onto my bed, grabbing at each other greedily. He quickly slid my leopard thong down my legs, tossing them to the floor. I felt my juices still flowing, and I was certain my soft, shaved pussy mound must be glistening in the soft glow of the candlelight. Steve started fingering me again, so I spread my thighs wide apart for Chris to get some good shots. He had perched his ass on the edge of my bed, and was bending over, right between my legs, getting the closest possible view of it all. 


I was already moaning loudly again, and Chris was ecstatic as he snapped snapped and snapped away. "Oh, my God, this is fantastic! Beautiful! Fabulous! More, more, more!" he cheered us on, and Steve was grinning from ear-to-ear. 

I reached down and unzipped Steve's fly, and he did not waste a moment in removing his jeans all the way. His pink and nearly perfect cock was semi-hard, and I gently grasped it in one hand, pulling him and motioning him to slide around a bit, positioning him near my face so that I could give him a blow job.

"Great, great, oh my god, this is great stuff, you guys!" Chris was really having fun with this, it was so apparent as he kept taking one pic after another with glee.

Placing the head of Steve's still semi-hard rod into my mouth, I began gently licking, lapping, and sucking it, and sliding it further and further down my throat, until my lips were smooching up against his balls. I sucked him off, with my mouth fully surrounding him, running my tongue up and down his length continuously. 

Chris seemed to be in his full glory taking the shots of my sucking. He did not seem to notice at all, as I was observing it, that Steve still was not getting a real, true hard-on -- he was still quite soft for me, despite the fact that I was using my time-tested expert technique on him. 

After a few more minutes of my mouth on his cock, Steve pulled away from me just a bit, sliding his full body on top of mine, mounting me in preparation for a good fuck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and into the small of his back like a pretzel, pulling him ever-closer into me. We were looking into each other's eyes, exchanging knowing looks with each other, sensing the feeling that this final act was just not going to happen for us. 

"Baby, are you all right, honey?" I whispered in his ear. 

"No, not really," he whispered back. "I feel very uncomfortable."

"Do you want to stop, sweetie? It's OK, baby, really it is." 

"Yes, I do want to stop." 

As we sat up together on the bed, my heart was breaking for him, knowing that he was going to feel humiliated and embarrassed, to say the least, in front of his best friend and roommate. We both looked at Chris at the same time, to see his face change from pure joy, to his mouth hanging open in utter disappointment. 

"Chris, we are going to have to stop now," I stated flatly, realizing immediately that Chris thought it was ME who was putting a halt to the festivities. 

"WHAT!!!!!" he shouted angrily. "Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!"

Before I could utter another word, Chris was tossing my camera onto the bed, and storming out of my room, stomping straight through the living room and out the front door. He slammed it with a loud bang behind him, leaving me sitting on my bed in a state of shocked stupor. Steve was already up off the bed, pulling his jeans on in a hurry, tripping and stumbling out of my room, mumbling barely audible apologies to me as he went.

"Now what the fuck was that all about?" I asked him incredulously, flying off my bed behind him. 

As he got to my front door, he turned to me and pecked me on the cheek, his face as red as a ripe apple. "I got to go after him, that is my only way home!" 

One more peck on my other cheek, and both guys were gone -- POOF! -- into the midnight. Flabbergasted, I fell against my door, clunking my head against it over and over, trying to make some kind of sense out of the disaster. 

Post-script: Well, my friends and faithful readers, you probably guessed right if you figured it out -- that was the last time I saw or heard a word from Steve. Here I thought I finally had a guy with a decent sense of courtesy and respect for me about him, and he turned into just another typical asshole/prick -- selfish, childish, immature and rude! Oh well, it is certainly his loss and not at all mine. Who needs that kind of aggravation and annoyance in their life anyway? Certainly not me! So, undaunted by it all, I will gladly carry on, and on, and on... on to the next one!!!!!!!



Almost a Threesome



When I was in college I almost had a threesome. It was during a small party at me and my roommate Mark's apartment off campus. About 12 or 15 people had showed up and everyone was in a pretty good mood. We were all setting around drinking and talking as Mark made more mixed drinks. 

My girlfriend, Anna, and her friend, Shirley, went in the downstairs half-bathroom together, and soon we could smell pot. People started knocking on the door and hassling them.

"Don't worry about them, I have some good shit that I'll share later." Mark said. "But we won't share with them." He laughed. 

The door opened and Shirley came up with a big grin on her face. Shirley was a really cute Asian that I had a major crush on before I started dating Anna, but Shirley was seriously involved with a guy named Jason. 

Leaning out the bathroom door, Anna motioned for me to take Shirley's place with her in the bathroom. I ducked in and she held up a half smoked joint.

"Wanna smoke with me, David?" She asked grinning.

"Sure." I answered.

"There's not much left, we'll have to shotgun it." Anna told me once the door was shut. 

"Ok, how do we "shotgun" it?" I asked looking at what was left of the small joint.

"Oh. . .One of us takes a hit then blows the smoke into the other through our hands. Like this." She made a tunnel with her fist.

"Gotcha."

She took a long drag and then motioned for me to lean in close. She pressed her hand against my lips and blew the smoke through her partially clenched fist. I breathed in the second hand pot smoke deeply. She handed me the joint and then I took the first drag and blew into my fist into her mouth. We switched back and forth till the joint was gone and I was left light headed and feeling loose. I couldn't help but stare at her lips every time she puckered up to blow into her small fist. I felt a stirring down in my pants.

"Pretty good trick, huh?" Anna smiled with a stoned smile.

"Good way to conserve it." I agreed.

"Yeah." She opened the door and we went back into the party where Mark handed us more drinks.

As we set drinking and talking, I felt my stirring turn into a full fledged erection. I looked down and it was pretty noticeable in my shorts so I tried to cover it with a pillow. That turned out to be a mistake, because it just brought attention to my lap. 

"What's under the pillow?" Shirley asked knowingly.

"Uh, just getting it out of the way to make more room on the couch." I explained.

Mark brought me a shot of Jaegermeister and I killed it, and finished my mixed drink to cover up the cough medicine taste of the Jaeger. I was totally buzzed, but I noticed Shirley whispering to Anna and pointing at the pillow in my lap.

Uncomfortably, I needed to escape. "I think I'd better go lay down for a sec, my head is spinning." I stood up and turned away from the girls and made my way upstairs to my room.

I shut the door an fell back on to my bed in the darkness. My head was spinning even with my eyes closed. My erection would not subside and I tried to think about something that would make it go down, but I was finding it hard to focus. I wanted to go back down stairs and join the people I could hear laughing and talking. My penis was straining against my shorts and the "pup tent" wasn't going anywhere. I decided I'd have to jack off and then go back downstairs.

Suddenly, I heard Anna blurt out, "Here he is!" and felt light from the hallway on my eyelids.

Shirley asked, "What's he doing in the dark?"

I thought the door was locked, or at least that someone would knock first, but here I was laying on my back with a raging hard-on. They switched on the light and immediately started giggling. I knew they were staring at my predicament. I decided to just fake being more wasted than I really was to avoid the embarrassment of tomorrow, when I KNEW this would come up.

"Oh, my God." Shirley giggled. I felt someone set on the edge of my bed.

"Dave. . .Hello, what's going on in your shorts?" Anna asked as she try to contain her laughter. It was Anna who sat beside me, and she began nudging my shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

"We'd better go." Shirley suggested, but still giggling from the pot.

"No, wait. He's out." Anna nudged my shoulder harder. "David, come back downstairs with us." She shook me and I just moaned a little.

"David?" Shirley asked, too.

"See? He's out. Lock the door, Shirley."

I tried to control my breathing as I wondered what Anna had in mind. My head was still spinning and my erection felt even harder as I knew they were looking at it.

"What are you going to do?" Shirley asked after I heard the door lock click.

"Come over here." Anna asked still nudging my shoulder. She tried tickling me under my arms, but even though I'm not very ticklish, I would have been too nervous to respond. "He's definitely out of it. You never seen an uncut guy before, right?"

"No." She sounded intrigued, "But I don't think we should mess with him."

"If he wakes up mad, we'll say we found him up here jerking off."

Shirley laughed hard, "Yeah, but still. I don't want to see his thing. Come on, this isn't right."

"Its no big deal, no one will know." Ashley explained, "Come on, hurry up."

I laid perfectly still, acting asleep, as I felt someone, probably Shirley, taking my shoes and socks off. Anna gripped both sides of my shorts and boxers and quickly slid them down and off my feet. My penis slapped up against my beer belly and bounced back sticking straight up. I wished my shirt had been pulled further down so Shirley couldn't see my roll of fat, but there was nothing I could do, but act asleep. Both girls busted out giggling for what seemed several minutes.

"He needs to lay off the junk food. I didn't know his gut was that big." Shirley said affirming my fears.

"Yeah, it surprized me too, but check this out." Anna said gripping the base of my shaft. "Come over here, closer."

"Wow. You said it was a nice size." Shirley said setting close to my shoulders.

"Feel how hard he is."

I felt another hand wrap around my shaft above Anna's. Anna let go and I felt her move back a bit.

"It doesn't look that different." Shirley said gripping it tightly.

"Yeah, look at all that extra skin. . .it shows up better when its soft. Pull it up and down. See how it works?" Anna said sounding like some kind of instructor.

"Yeah." Shirley answered.

"Makes handjobs easier."

"Cool." Shirley said pumping my cock up and down. "Hey, check it out, it can play peekaboo." She was making my cockhead come in and out of my foreskin, making them both laugh harder. I couldn't believe Shirley was not only looking at my cock, but was playing with it as Anna watched. She was pulling slowly from the base all the way up to the tip. 

"He's getting wet." Shirley said squeezing the precum out of my cock. "What made him so hard? "

"I guess the pot."

"Just that little bit?" Shirley asked casually pumping her fist up and down my cock. "It might have been your breasts, I saw him looking at them."

There was a knock at the door and I felt both girls jump. Startled, Shirley released my cock and got off the bed at the same time. 

"Hey, y'all seen Dave? Is he in there?" I heard my roommate, Mark, say through the door. 

Trying not to laugh, Anna was able to say, "Yeah, we're busy helping him, we'll be out in a minute."

"Ah, ok. No hurry. I'm taking orders for the next mixed drinks, that's all." Mark said behind the door.

"Let's get his shorts back on." Shirley whispered.

"Ok, yeah." Anna said trying to stifle her giggling. "No, wait minute, hold on. I want to show you something else."

"What?"

"You said you've never seen a guy jack off, right?"

"Yeah, Jason won't touch himself. But Anna no, don't." Shirley protested.

I felt Anna sit back down between my legs, and she started fondling my balls, "Come on, I've had him do it before." Then, gripping my cock hard she asked, "David, can you feel this?" 

I groaned, and said, "Sure, what are you doing?" as she caressed my balls. I decided I'd better "wake up" before it became to unbelievable that I was still asleep. I opened my eyes to see Shirley siting on the edge of my bed near my shoulders as Anna knelt between my legs. Anna took my right hand and placed it on my shaft. With one hand still fondling my balls, her other hand squeezed my fingers around my cock and moved it up and down.

"Jerk off for us." Anna asked casually.

I pushed myself up slowly with my free hand as Anna kept my hand going up and down my cock. "Why is Shirley here?" I asked hoping I sounded groggy.

Anna smiled as she kept my fist going up and down my shaft. "We just wanna see you do it. Please? I gave you a hit, so you owe me a little favor."

"You don't have to if you're embarrassed." Shirley said, her voice close to me.

Anna worked my hand up and down my cock and it was feeling better and better. I didn't even realize I was softly moaning with each upstroke until Anna said, "He'll do it, won't you, David?"

I gave in and just closed my eyes and started jerking my cock without her help. She moved her hands down to caress my calves and thighs. My head was spinning from more than the alcohol and pot. I couldn't believe that with my friends just downstairs and Shirley and Anna watching, I was sitting there with my legs spread masturbating. This was turning me on much more than I was embarrassed and I felt a climax was getting close.

"Nice, now keep it up." Anna leaned back sounding pleased with herself. 

They were silent as they watched me masturbate. I opened my eyes when I felt Shirley move closer to me. She was looking intently at my crotch and moved her hand to the base of my cock to grip it. My hand continuously slammed into hers as I kept up the show.

"You're right, this is kind of hot." Shirley agreed breaking the silence. "I should get Jason wasted so he'll do it."

It was such a turn on to see Shirley's hand on my cock. As an orgasm rapidly approached, I purposefully slowed down and loosened my grip on my slick shaft to try and stall and drag this encounter out. 

"To speed this up, I'm going to help you a little bit, David." Anna said. She must have noticed I was slowing down. She moved to the other side of me and pushed me back on the bed so I was laying on my back with her beside me and Shirley kneeling on the floor still holding the base of my cock. Anna began kissing my neck and ears as she opened my legs further to fondle my testicles. She dipped lower and caressed my ass.

"Come for us." Anna whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine.

A mere seconds later and I was pounding my cock fiercely, almost forgetting about slowing down. I forced myself to loosen my grip once more and slow down. Shirley was aiming my cock straight up in the air as Anna continued to kiss me and caress my asshole. 

"Don't slow down, David." Shirley said gripping me harder. "Faster."

I went faster, but tried to avoid squeezing my now ultra sensitive cockhead. Shirley seemed to be wise to me, because she moved her hand up so that I was forced to just stroke the top half of my cock. She then took my other hand placed it on my balls and said, "Play with yourself."

"Let it go, Dave. Come for us." Anna encouraged me.

"Yeah, stop fighting it." Shirley said with a squeeze.

I felt the orgasm about to release my cum into the air and with both of them monitoring me I gave in and focused on the approaching eruption. Anna stopped kissing me and was watching intently, but she kept caressing me to keep me on track.

"Here it comes." I barely heard her warn Shirley who was keeping my cock aiming up.

I felt the massive explosion first in my toes as it worked its way up my body. When I was about to release, I stiffened. Both girls sat up and watched as I grunted and then shot after shot fired into the air. I stopped jerking and Shirley took over causing me to hump into to her fist, thrusting my hips up and down. I felt my cum splashing on my upper thighs and stomach.

"Wow!" Shirley gasped. 

"That's alot of cum isn't it?" Anna asked as Shirley milked the last drops out of me. I laid there panting as the cum ran down my legs and sides onto the bed.

Shirley let go of me and wiped her hands on my shirt. "Good job, David. We better go now."

I just laid there breathing heavy, totally wasted.

"OK, Shirley. Go ahead, I'll clean him up and come down, too." Anna said getting up.

"What do I tell them?"

"Tell them he had an eyelash or something in his eye and couldn't get it out. Lock the door behind you."

Shirley nodded and left and as soon as the door was shut, Anna wiped the cum up with my sheets. "Change your shirt and come on back to the party, sleepy head." She gave me a knowing smile. 



Almost a Threesome



Jean and I had been together for around three years when we had our first experiences involving other people, except for a little mild exhibitionism. We had made love in public places and she had experimented with short skirts and no panties, giving a brief flash as if by accident to lucky strangers. We were curious about what others got up to in their intimate moments and what their bodies looked like. This curiosity drew us to visit porno cinemas and peep shows a few times, even a nude beach. 

In the cinemas nearly all of the customers were men, but if we spotted a couple we would sit in the same row, a couple of seats away. There were never more than a few people there, and you couldn't see much in the dark, but most would have a coat or something on their lap and it didn't take much imagination to guess what was going on. We did the same, masturbating one another through our clothes under cover, once exchanging glances with another couple similarly engaged. They weren't anxious to talk though and we went our separate ways when we were finished. 

The peep shows were fun, grubby private booths smelling of disinfectant and littered with crumpled tissues. There was a kind of letter box at eye level. You fed a coin slot, and the flap opened to reveal an attractive girl stripping and doing a masturbation show. Jean would pull my cock out and wank me as we watched, talking dirty and rubbing until I came and added my contribution to the sticky mess already on the floor and walls. I reciprocated in a similar place aimed at the gay market. 

Jean loved to look at cocks, and this was where she had her first sight of a real live erect penis, other than mine. It made her very aroused, and since she wore a skirt and sweater, no panties or bra for these outings, I had easy access to her. I frigged her from behind, kissing her neck and caressing her breast with my other hand under her sweater, as she enjoyed the sight of the impressively hung (and moustachioed) guy playing with himself. 

"God, he's got a huge cock. Do you think he's going to cum soon?" She asked.

"Put more money in, I want to see him cum!"

But it never happened.

We enjoyed these experiences, though never discussed them in any depth. It was just something we did from time to time, and it was kind of artificial and anonymous, not quite part of real life. However, within a couple of months we had two encounters, both of which were unplanned and unlooked for, but they just happened. This is the story of the first of them.

It was Jeans birthday and we threw a party at my flat, the guests being a mix of college friends and some of her old friends from home. One of these was a dark haired girl called Susan. We hadn't met before, but hit it off straight away. She was lively and confident, fun to talk to and had an athletic build, long legs, slim, and smallish but shapely breasts. She was one of those women who seemed equally, if not more, at ease socializing with men as women. I like that and was immediately attracted to her, probably the first time I had really noticed another woman since I had been with Jean. There was a little flirting, and we danced. Jean was pleased we were getting along so well.

The party wound down in the early hours. The local guests mostly made their unsteady ways home while Jeans friends from home gradually crashed where they could. My flatmate and I were the last ones standing, having a final drink in the kitchen. When we called it a night I headed for my room, and was not altogether surprised to find the double bed occupied by Jean and her old friend Susan. 

"You don't mind do you? All the chairs and sofas are taken and she can't doss on the floor," said Jean.

Jean and I usually slept naked, but the girls both had their bras (and, I presumed, Panties on).

"I don't mind at all." I grinned.

I undressed down to my boxers and made to slip in between the girls, but Jean rolled into the middle, and said.

"Hey, don't get any ideas, this isn't an orgy, just making best use of the space we have!"

The girls giggled, a little drunk, and I slid quickly in beside Jean, glad to pull the covers over the growing erection that was becoming difficult to hide.

"Oh well, can't blame me for trying! Anyway, weren't you ever told it's nice to share?"

I turned the lamp off and cuddled up to Jean, who was facing away from me, and pushed my erection against her buttocks. The girls were talking quietly as I rubbed myself discreetly, I thought, against Jean. She didn't make any objection. I was sure she was as turned on by the situation as I was. I wanted something to happen, but needed a signal from the girls, even just a slight hint of encouragement, that they were up for it.

Susan suddenly piped up.

"Hey, what are you two up to, don't you know it's rude to be getting it on in company unless everyone is invited to join in!"

There it was! The tone was light and humorous, but I didn't doubt that she was up for something. I had been pretty sure of Susan, and after all Jean had invited her to share our bed, so .... 

The girls giggled again, and I was on the point of saying, "well come on over here, then," but Jean beat me to it and killed the moment, moving away from me and snapping, 

"We're not; he's just a bit frisky because he's drunk and he'll be sleeping on the floor if he doesn't settle down."

There was no ambivalence in her tone, so that was that. I was glad I hadn't been bolder; it could have turned really messy. 

The conversation died away and we slept.

I was woken quite early by Jean getting out of bed. It was around dawn and the room was getting light.

"Just going for a pee, so behave yourself while I'm gone," she whispered in my ear. My early morning hard on was sticking out of my boxers and she gave me a friendly tug as she extricated herself from the covers as quietly as she could so as not to disturb Susan, who was apparently sleeping soundly.

As soon as Jean was gone, I looked over at Susan. The covers were around her waist, and I couldn't resist giving my cock a squeeze as I admired her pretty face and toned body, her lovely breasts barely covered by her little white bra. As I looked and squeezed, her eyes suddenly flicked open and stared straight into mine.

"I hope I didn't upset Jean last night," she said quietly. 

"No," I replied. "I'm sure she didn't take what you said seriously."

"I meant it you know." Susan replied, smiling and propping herself up on her elbow, moving a little closer to me. I discreetly let go of my cock.

"I know, but Jean obviously wasn't up for it so that's it. I love her and wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her or damage our relationship."

"But what about you, were you up for some fun Jim?"

Her hand reached under the covers and came to rest on my thigh.

"Not unless jean wanted it," I lied.

Susan's hand moved up my thigh. I should have stopped her, but I didn't and she took my erection in her hand, stroking it gently.

Shit. This was getting dangerous. Why didn't I just tell her to forget it? Because I was enjoying it too much of course! But it was going nowhere; Jean would be back in a minute. The three way wasn't going to happen, and I didn't really want to cheat on Jean anyway, at least not to get caught.

"That's a shame. It feels as if you're up for it, whatever you say. Do you mind if I have a look?"

She let go for a moment and pushed the quilt down below my waist.

"Mmmm, nice. I could have done with some of this last night; it's been a few weeks." 

She hefted my balls and squeezed them gently.

"Wow, shaved balls, they feel nice."

"How about you, are you smooth?"

"No, full bush." She pulled the front of her panties out so I could see her brown curls.

"But I'd shave for you. How about Jean?"

"Shaved; and you'd have to, or you'd be scratchy on my bare balls. But it's not going to happen."

She let her panties go and took my cock in her hand once again. With a firmer grip this time she pulled my foreskin back and started to wank me. We both watched as she pulled the skin back and forth over the swollen purple bulb.

"Are you sure there's no way you could talk Jean into it?" She asked.

"No, you saw her reaction to the suggestion last night. Anyway, it wouldn't work; involving Jean now would just be an excuse for you and me to have some guilt free sex."

"I'd settle for some guilty one on one right now."

"Some best friend you are! We'd better stop this."

"You can cum if you like; I hate to leave you all hot and horny."

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"Alright," she sighed, releasing me. Susan kissed me lightly on the cheek and rolled onto her back. 

"Sometimes it's tough to be good," she said and then added, "I won't disturb you when Jean comes back, get on with whatever, I'll be fast asleep as far as she knows. At least let me get a vicarious thrill."

A few seconds later I heard Jean walking down the hallway and she reappeared. She stood in the door way for a moment. She was more voluptuous than Susan and a little shorter. Her black bra and panties contrasted nicely with her milky white skin, as did Susan's white ones against her tan. They made a great pair! I motioned her to be quiet, and, moving to the middle of the bed, lifted the covers so that she could get in without disturbing the supposedly sleeping Susan.

"Did she wake up?" Jean whispered in my ear.

"No, she hasn't stirred."

"Sorry about knocking you back last night, I didn't want Sue getting any ideas about joining in."

She kissed me and took my cock in her hand, resuming what Susan had so recently left off.

"Do you want to cum now, while she's still asleep?"

I put my arm around her, and she bent her neck to suck at my nipple as her hand moved on my penis. After a minute or two, she whispered in my ear. 

"Give me a kick if she looks like she's waking up," and slipped stealthily under the blankets. 

A moment later I felt the weight of Jeans head on my thigh, and then her tongue on my balls, as she continued to masturbate me. I looked across, and saw Susan's eyes were open again. She reached across and entwined her fingers with mine, then put my hand on her breast. I slipped my thumb under her bra and found a nipple, small and as hard as a peanut. As I stroked her nipple I could see slight movements of the covers over her midriff and knew that she was masturbating. We exchanged smiles, and I realized that she wasn't going to make any trouble with Jean. 

We both looked at the hump in the blanket formed by Jeans hidden body, and saw it move as her mouth left my balls and closed over the head of my cock. Susan and I exchanged smiles again as the hump in the blanket started to move up and down. I was unable to stifle a low moan of pleasure at the exquisite sensation of Jeans mouth sucking back and forth on my cock head, and felt Susan squeeze my hand.

Jean's head was moving faster and her hand kept time with it, probably wanting me to cum quickly before we woke our companion. Susan was looking flushed now, her mouth open and her tongue moistening her lips.

"I'm going to cum soon." I muttered to Susan under my breath.

"Me too," She mouthed at me.

If Jean heard, she would think I was warning her, though I guessed she would be tasting my pre cum and know what was on the way. 

Our hands were entwined again, and Susan and I dug our nails into each others palms as our orgasms engulfed us. I came in Jeans mouth and saw Susan's face contort at the same moment and hoped that my heavy breathing would cover hers. Jeans mouth kept working as she swallowed my sperm, keeping my cock in her mouth so that none would be spilled into the bed, and I felt Susan's grip on my hand gradually slacken and saw the tension leave her body.

For a few moments the three of us lay perfectly still, only two of us knowing that we were a threesome. I winked at Susan and she winked back, then closed her eyes as Jean started to move back to the head of the bed again. Jean lay on top of me and kissed me deeply with plenty of tongue. She always loved to do that after she had blown me, and I could taste myself on her. Susan stirred, stretching her arms over her head and yawning ostentatiously.

"Morning guys. Hey, look at you two! Jean, you look like the cat that got the cream. I hope you haven't been doing anything I wouldn't!"

"Don't worry; we're just saying good morning. Sleep well?" Jean replied.

"Like a log. Hope I didn't miss out on anything, you really should share you know!"

"Give it a rest! Are you on heat or something? I won't invite you into our bed again if all you're going to do is lust after my boyfriend, you can sleep on the floor next time." 

Jean was taking it in good part. Everyone was happy, thankfully, and I hoped that Susan wouldn't push it too much. Jean was looking surprisingly relaxed with the situation, considering her reaction the night before, and sucking me off with her friend in the bed had been pretty daring. I wondered if she had found it exciting, and thought that if she had there was a good chance that it might happen again, perhaps taking things further.

Susan pushed the quilt back and stood up on the bed. It was in a corner of the room, so she was hemmed in by the walls on two sides. She stretched, hands behind her head. It was the first time I had seen her long legs in their entirety. She looked good and she knew it.

"How about I put some coffee on?" She asked.

"Good idea. You'll see everything you need in the kitchen," I replied.

There was a robe hanging on the back of the door. Susan slipped it on and left the room. As soon as she had gone, I kissed Jean.

"Did it turn you on, sucking me off with Susan in the bed?"

"Not really, kind of. I don't know what possessed me to let her sleep with us, she just said about all the chairs and things being taken and I couldn't leave her to sleep on the floor. She's between boyfriends, and always puts a move on somebody else's when that happens."

I put my hand under the waist band of her panties, and my middle finger slipped easily between her wet lips.

"Are you sure you weren't just a bit turned on? She was awake you know, she touched my hand just when I came, too late to stop you. It turned me on having someone else around, not because I wanted to fuck her or anything of course. Did you ever have a thing with her? You looked pretty comfortable in bed together!"

Jean ignored my question, and said.

"I thought she might have been awake, from what she said after. I'm surprised she didn't stick her oar in and ask for some, she's not exactly backwards in coming forwards usually."

I dipped my finger into Jean's vagina to wet it, and then started to rub her clit. It was hard and easy to find.

"Stop it; she'll be back in a moment".

But as soon as she had said it, she turned on her side to kiss me and took my cock in her hand. I was already hard again, and when she laid her leg over my hip I pulled her panties aside and easily slipped into her. We kissed as I slowly fucked her, not really getting in deep.

"We'll have to stop, there won't be time to finish before she's back", Jean whispered.

Just then there was a creak. The door opened wider and Sue was standing there, coffee mugs in hand. Neither of us had heard her, and I guessed she'd been there for a minute or two. 

As Sue entered the room, I kissed Jean again and rolled away from her onto my back, slipping out of her.

Sue set the mugs down on the bedside table and closed the door behind her, murmuring, 

"Don't stop on my account, I was enjoying the show".

"You were awake earlier, weren't you," Jean challenged her.

"Yes, but don't worry, I didn't see anything, just your head bobbing up and down under the covers. I would have loved to watch properly though, not to join in or anything, I know you're not into that".

Jean said impulsively,

"You can now if you want. But no touching, ok?

I don't know exactly what changed Jeans mind at that moment, I suppose we had sort of built up to it and I guess that Sue's frankness and assurance that she just wanted to watch helped. It didn't feel like a big step.

Without waiting for a reply Jean pushed the covers back, exposing us completely. I was still hard, and as Sues gaze followed Jeans hand to my cock it turned to granite. I was all the more turned on knowing that she wanted me, as much as I wanted her, and she had just settled for watching because she knew it was all she was going to get.

As Jean rubbed my cock I reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She let go of me and shrugged out of it, then pulled my boxers down. Sue was kneeling at the foot of the bed now and helpfully pulled them clear of my feet. My cock jerked at her touch.

"No touching, remember?"

Jean was in charge of the situation now - her way or no way.

"Do you mind if I undress too?"

"Do what you like - just keep your sticky hands off Jim!"

Jean was enjoying her dominant roll now, calling the shots, having what she must have sensed Sue wanted. I wondered about their history. They were clearly close but there was a competitive edge to their relationship.

Sue stood and opened the robe, letting it fall to the floor, then pulled her bra down, turned it, slipped the clip and it was gone. She slid her panties down, wiggling her hips more than she needed to. Her tits were small but perfectly shaped with little pink nipples, signalling her arousal as they jutted out. Her untrimmed bush was dark but not especially thick and as she stood with her legs slightly parted the cleft between them was easy to see.

Jean, too, was out of her panties by now and resumed stroking my penis as we all looked at each other. Sue was rolling her right nipple between her left finger and thumb, her other hand making its way down to her crotch. I tore my eyes away from Sue to watch Jean take my cock into her mouth, and Sue moved onto the bed to watch at close range. Jeans technique was different from her usual, and I could tell she was putting on a bit of a show, sucking firmly up and down my length, then taking it out and teasingly probing with her tongue into my pee hole. However, this didn't go on for long as Jean had other ideas, and moved up, swinging a leg over my face.

"My turn now," she said.

"You go for it girl! My favourite!" Sue evidently approved of this move.

Jean grasped the headboard to steady herself and lowered her open slit until it was just within reach of my extended tongue. Sue was kneeling next to me now, leaning forward to get a good view. One of her hands was between her legs, the other on Jeans hip. As my tongue flicked over her, Jean gradually settled on to my face and started grinding into it. I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy or licked at her clitoris, taking my cue from how she positioned herself. She was very wet.

The room was quiet for a time, apart from the sticky, slurpy sounds of oral sex and Jeans little moans of pleasure. I had reached around Jeans waist and had my hand on my cock when Sue broke the silence.

"Jim's playing with himself - keeping it hard for you. Are you sure you won't let me help him with that?"

"Ok. Just your hand though."

Jean was lost in her own pleasure and didn't really care what was going on behind her. Sues hand quickly replaced my own, and started moving with an action only a little less practiced than my own. I felt her hair brushing over my thighs as she got closer, hot breath, and then the glorious sensation of her mouth closing over my cock.

Jean had her eyes closed as she slid back and forth on my face, and I let Sue carry on sucking for a minute or two before giving her a nudge with my knee, worried that I might cum. Sue pulled away and a moment later Jean decided that she had had enough face fucking and wanted me inside her. She wriggled back and took my penis in her hand and impaled herself on me, sliding it home in one movement. 




Almost a Threesome



Jean sighed with pleasure and said, "Thanks for keeping it warm Sue!"

She started riding me fast, humping and grinding pelvis against pelvis. Sue lay beside me still with one hand between her legs, her thighs clamped together now. Her free hand rested on my chest and she was caressing my nipple with her thumb. We were both focused on the point at which Jean and I were joined, where my rigid shaft pumped in and out of her smooth pink cunt. Very soon Jeans occasional sighs and grunts of pleasure and exertion blended into a low moan and I knew she was cuming, trying to stifle the noise she usually made when she came on top.

As Jeans spasms reached their peak, Sue moved her hand to rest on her friend's thigh, almost as though comforting one in pain, I thought. As her orgasm ebbed away, Jean collapsed forward on to my chest and rested there, still breathing hard.

"You're still hard, didn't you cum?" She asked presently.

"Not yet."

I rolled her over so that I was on top of her and started fucking her, now concentrating only on my own pleasure. Jean, all rosy cheeked and sweaty, raised herself up on her elbows a little, looking down between us. As before Sue was watching, this time resting her hand on Jeans ribcage. I wished that she would caress Jean as she had me, and the fantasy of them playing around together soon got me there.

Jean enjoyed to see me cum, and sometimes, if she had already had her orgasm, I would pull out and cum over her. The thought of finishing myself off with the two girls watching was a turn on, and as I reached the point of no return I withdrew and, kneeling between Jeans legs, took my slick cock in my hand. I slid my hand back and forth over the slippery, swollen head of my penis and watched the two girls watching me. It only took three or four strokes before I came and sent long creamy spurts of cum flying out to splash across Jeans belly and onto the back of Sues hand and wrist. As the eruption subsided I kept rubbing and squeezing, the last dribbles falling on Jeans inner thighs and bald pussy.

Once finished, I had a slight feeling of anti-climax. Sue broke the silence.

"Wow, there was loads of it for a second go!"

"He always makes lots of spunk," Jean replied, sounding rather proud of the fact.

Sue reached over and picked a big handful of Kleenex from the box which was always on the bedside table. She placed it on Jeans stomach in the middle of the biggest pool of sperm, and reached again for to get some for herself. Jean started to wipe up the mess from her belly and between her legs as Sue wiped her hands.

There was an awkwardness between us now that the sexual tension had gone, but it was relieved almost straight away as we heard the other guests starting to move. The three of us dressed quickly and left the room to meet the others who were just getting up. There were coffees all round, and chat about the night before. I wasn't surprised to see one of the girls emerge from my flat mate's room.

People soon started to drift away, and when Sue was ready I offered her a lift to the train station on my bike. I wasn't sure if I would say anything about what had happened when we got there, but Sue again took the initiative.

"Well, that was fun," she said as she handed the helmet back to me. I knew she didn't mean the bike ride. "Not quite what I had in mind but definitely fun. If you fancy getting together again, you know where I am," she continued.

She was smiling. She knew I wanted her, despite myself, and was enjoying my discomfort.

"Same time next year then!" I replied, leaving it open.

We exchanged a light kiss and she was gone.

I rode back to the flat, with a vague feeling that my relationship with Jean had changed and that there would be consequences. When we discussed it later it was clear that these feelings were mostly on my part (due to the feelings I had for Sue which Jean knew nothing about), Jean was pretty unfazed by the whole thing. I asked her about her relationship with Sue, as they had seemed surprisingly comfortable together. Disappointingly she wouldn't admit to any erotic encounters with her, but did mention that they had had an early crush on the same guy. Sue had come out on top. 

Jean asked me how I would have felt if it had been another guy in the bed rather than a girl, and I had to tell her it would never have happened. There was no way I would involve another man in our relationship. She thought this unfair and accused me of being selfish, but I pointed out that it wasn't me who had invited Sue into our bed.

So there were no direct consequences. I didn't get together with Sue, Jean never sensed how much I had wanted her and we went happily on our way for several more years. But things did change in a subtle way. A little of the old closeness had gone.  



Almost All Lived Happily Ever After



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This is a sequel, written at the request of a number of readers, of my story three years ago called BLUE CHRISTMAS. I'm glad some of you liked that. I hope you like this, and do not find it a bit 'twee'. Do you think that the holiday season has been getting to me? 

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"Pete. It's too much."

"I can afford it."

"No, it's not that. Its just... There's no way that I... How can I repay you."

I had just taken Sal into one of the chain stores to get her a decent warm coat. It was the week between Christmas and the New Year. We were in amongst the sales crowds. I had told Sal to to choose a coat for herself, and she had done so, had seen the price, and then picked out the cheapest in the shop. I'd picked up the one she had chosen first. 

"Sal, please don't make a scene. You agreed that you needed some new clothes, some warm clothes."

She sort of nodded, but held on to the cheaper coat. I slipped the warmer one over her shoulders. She squirmed out of it, threw the other over a rack, and ran from the shop. I thrust the coat into the hands of a passing sales assistant, picked up Sal's own old torn waterproof, and ran after her.

Waterproof? I remembered the first time I saw Sal, a few days earlier, as she shivered in the snow watching her bus disappear into the distance. (See my earlier narration:- Blue Christmas.) She had been wearing this coat, but her clothes underneath had still got soaked.

The street was packed. There were thousands of people, mostly women, rushing around trying to outdo each other in bargain hunting. A few men trailed after them carrying their spouse's purchases. I could not see Sal, but I heard a shout. People had collided, and carrier bags had burst. I walked towards the commotion, and she was there. She was weeping. I put her old coat round her and led her into a snack bar.

She cupped her hands around coffee and sobbed and sniffed. Two or three times she started to speak, but could not find the right words.

"I can't..."

"What will I do when..."

"Pete?..."

I sipped my coffee. Hers was just getting cold. She put a spoonful of sugar into it and stirred and stirred and stirred it.

She eventually picked it up and drained it in a couple of gulps.

She made to get up. I grabbed her wrists. 

"Sit down, my love."

"Love?" She looked surprised. "You can't love me, Pete, I'm not the sort of girl who does love. I just do it for money."

It was my turn to look worried.

"So the last few days?" I asked, "You have been doing it for money?"

"Well no. I do like you. You're different. You're kind, and gentle and nice. You're different."

"So?"

"The future? In a few days we have to go back to work, you and me."

"Me, yes. After the New Year I'll go back. But you don't need to."

"But that's what I do. I'm a tart, a scrubber, a lady of the day and night."

"Do you want to do that?"

"Of course not. But it's what I do."

"You don't have to. Stay with me."

"But other people?" 

"What do you mean," 

"Do you want your friends, your staff to know about me?" She paused. "To know what I am?"

"That is, what you were. You don't have to do that now. You're with me."

I paused. I thought about what I was saying.

"You can be with me if that's what you want."

"Yes, of course, but...? What if...?"

"I think I understand. You are scared about it going wrong."

"Yes. Thanks Pete."

"OK." I suggested. "Lets see how it works out. I enjoy your company. You seem to enjoy mine. No guarantees, no promises, and you let me have the fun of buying things for you."

"OK."

"Like that coat?

"OK."

It wasn't to be, though. By the time we got back to the store the coat she had initially chosen had gone. However we found another that I think suited her better. It had a big fake fur trimmed hood, and when she put the hood up her impish eyes were particularly seductive peering from its shade. She let me buy her some shoes and jeans and tops as well. She even asked me for some money so she could buy some other stuff as well.

We were both thoughtful as I drove back to my flat. As the lift carried us and our shopping up to my floor I asked her. "What would you really like to do with your life?"

"I don't know. I've never had a choice. I've never thought about it."

"What did you do at school?"

"Not a lot. Messed about, mostly."

"Was there anything you liked?"

"I quite liked maths. Only..."

"Only?"

"The maths teacher had wandering hands. He tried it on me and I complained, and so I got into trouble, and they kicked me out."

"Do you want to study again?"

"I've never thought about it."

By this time we were unloading the carrier bags, and she was hanging her new clothes in her room.

"What about computers?"

"What?"

"Did you do anything with computers at school."

"Na," she slurred, "Our school didn't have enough books. No chance of computers. The whole place was falling down. Anything good would have been knicked"

She had persuaded me to buy some things for myself, so I went to my room to put them away. I was just closing the cupboard doors when she came in. She was wearing the coat, with the hood up. Her feet and legs were bare.

I grinned. "What is it they say? Fur coat and no knickers?"

She laughed, and opened the coat to reveal new matching bra and panties.

"But if you prefer?"

I lunged towards her and put my arms round her under the coat. I hugged her.

"Thank you Pete ... But..." 

"But?"

"Your hands are cold."

"That's why I put them under your coat. To warm them up."

She struggled and squirmed. I tickled her, and she squealed and struggled. Her new bra seemed to come undone. (I was learning new skills.) In a matter of moments we were close together under my duvet.

"Slow down a bit lovey."

She slipped out of the bed, and came back from her room with a new box of condoms.

"It should only be another day or so."

The 'sauna' where she had worked insisted that all their workers were tested regularly for various infections. She was awaiting the results from her most recent tests. My fears of venereal disease had meant that I was still a virgin until soon after I had met Sal on Christmas Eve.

Before I knew any more she had fitted the condom, and we were again lying close together, as close together as two people can ever be. We were unhurried. There was no rush. We gently moved together, held each other, kissed each other, until we fell asleep, tired and satisfied.

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"Can you teach me?"

"Teach you what?"

"Anything?

"Well, up until Christmas all I'd thought and dreamt about and worked at has been computers."

"Could you teach me computers?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. What can you teach me?"

"More coffee? You can have tea if you want."

"Coffee please."

"I'll find a laptop for you. Get you started, and see how you get on."

A shadow crossed Sal's face. 

"No, I'm not going to buy one for you. There are always spare ones at work."

Breakfast finished, we went out. First we went to her old home. We put her few remaining possessions, a couple of boxes and an old suitcase tied up with string, into the boot of the car and picked up some letters that were waiting for her. She ripped one open, read it, and smiled. I guessed what it meant, and I grinned back at her.

Then we went to my works, and I found two of the older laptops. I grabbed some CDs with operating systems, and a few of the beginners text books we gave to our trainees.

Back home, we sat together and I guided her through the process of installing the system. She followed my lead, and did the installation on her own machine. We set up networking, and I showed her the web browser, and then the search engine. 

I showed her how to write a simple programme. It was simple. It counted up to 10 and printed squares and cubes. She copied it. She made mistakes. I helped her to fix them. I gave her a reference leaflet for the language. I used a highlighter to mark the bits of the language I had shown her.

She seemed fascinated. I left her typing with two fingers. The newspaper had been delivered, and I put on some music and started to read it. I started trying to do the crossword.

She appeared a couple of times. She had chosen one of the text books, and came through to ask me to explain some points. 

We had tinned soup and chunks of bread for lunch. Somehow it was evening. I looked over her shoulder at the screen. It was clumsy and awkward, but she had written quite a long programme, and had discovered how to do some simple graphics.

We had slept together every night except the first, since we had met. This night we slept apart. She was exhausted. I lay thinking. Was she right? could the two of us really share our lives? Were we too hasty? I slept eventually, and dreamt of her. I dreamt of her leaning over the keyboard, her tongue just sticking out as she concentrated.

When I awoke it was to the smell of coffee and the warmth of Sal snuggling up against me.

"My turn," she whispered.

"Uh?"

"I'm teaching you."

Her head disappeared beneath the duvet. I was soon fully awake. She kissed and fondled, stroked and licked.

"Now your turn." I looked puzzled. "Your turn. Now you learn how to excite me."

She guided me. Squeaked and purred when I got it right. She made me stop when I was too vigorous. 

"Lick me there."

"Suck me."

"Stroke me, again, again."

"Press. More. Deeper. Press upwards. Yes, tickle thererererererererer. Yes."

She was squirming in response to my attentions. 

"Kiss me again."

She rocked, I licked and sucked to her rhythm. Her voice became louder and shriller and less coherent. She lost control. She was quivering and sweating. 

I had done that to her. 

Wow.

That was powerful.

We hugged.

She relaxed, lay back, spread herself, and smiled. I crawled up the bed, and she guided me inside her.

I told you a lie earlier. Now, without the condom I was even closer that ever before. It was my turn to lose control. She locked her legs behind me. I was going nowhere, but I was soon cumming in spurt after spurt into that warm smooth velvet passage of love. Of love and lust and passion and exhaustion and love and love and "I love you Sal."

Then we were laughing. Why? Not a clue!

"Thank you teacher."

"Well done Pete, but we will have to have more tests again later."

We were laughing. We were sweating, and we were sticky.

She saw a look of concern cross my face. She kissed me.

"I'm on the pill."

I kissed her.

Eventually we got as far as the coffee. Then Sal started to unpack the boxes and the suitcase. I read some techy journals. 

"Pete," she called from her bedroom, "Will this still be valid?"

"What is it?"

She brought through an old bank book. According to the records there was still £1-00 left in the account.

"It was my savings account when I was a kid. When I left home, well, when he kicked me out, It was all I had."

"Kicked you out?"

"Yes, my step-dad." 

"I thought you said you had been kicked out of school."

"Yes, but then I sort of pushed my luck. It wasn't fair, I'd been blamed. If I was taking the blame then I might as well be blamed for something."

I did not want to ask the question.

"I stole stuff. I bought and sold stuff. That's what they jailed me for."

"Jail?"

"Yes. A few months. It brought me to my senses. I'd been lucky, but some of the women in there couldn't read or write. What chance? It sorted me out ... But then."

"What?"

"When I came out and went home. My Mum. My Step-Dad said that the shame had killed her. He went ape, and started trying to beat me up."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No, Ann, my sister, my step-sister stopped him, but I had to get out of the house."

"Where did you go?"

"I hid in a friend's garden shed for a bit. Then I came here to try and work in shops. And then, well, stuff." 

I flicked through the bank book. The bank was no longer on the High Street but it had been taken over by one of the big ones. She had saved a good sum to start with, but it has disappeared gradually, pound by pound over a couple of years.

"In the bank they told me that if I took it all out they would close the account, so I left a pound in it. I'd forgotten about it."

"It will have earned a bit of interest by now."

I banked at the successor bank. They kept telling me that I was a valued customer. I rang the number that would put me in contact with my personal account manager. At least it was a number that led to a call centre that could eventually connect me to my personal account manager.

Passwords, secret questions and introductions complete, I asked, "Please could you do something for me. A friend has found an old bank book, and we were wondering what had happened to the account."

I was asked for the account number. I gave it, but then explained it's age and history."

My personal account manager explained that as it was not my personal account then he could do nothing. I would have to visit the bank in person, and bring in the book and proof of identity and bla and bla and bla. I was not too impressed, but decided that it was time that they should be forced to do a bit of work. 

"OK, I will come and see you. Now." My personal account manager spluttered. "What time shall we meet? Gulping was heard. My personal account manager realised that he would be losing some of his bonus if he lost my, and my company's accounts, so he gave me a time and place.

A couple of hours later Sal had shown enough paperwork to convince them that she was the account owner, but they could not access the old records immediately. We left a phone number and the bank book, and in return received a promise of quick service and a receipt. We left them to it. 

We forgot about it.

Then we did a task that Sal had been putting off. I drove her to the old farmhouse that had been her workplace. She didn't want me to be involved, so she went in there alone. It all went well, she told me afterwards. Things were quiet. Only Mary and Helga were there. Mary, who was the one who looked after the rota, was used to girls arriving and leaving. Sal left a letter that she had written for the landlord of her flat, who was also the one who owned the farmhouse. She was giving notice.

Mary warned her that he would take it badly, and demand extra rent and claim damage and suchlike. Sal said that she would pick up any letters from Mary. Helga suggested that the bastard was unlikely to put anything in writing. We did not leave a forwarding address or phone number.

New Years Eve. We went out for a meal. 

New Years Day. We didn't do much. Well we did, but nothing we have not already described, more or less.

January 2nd. I went back to work. Are you interested? Queues of emails from people trying to sell or to con. The usual crop from single ladies in Russia, and generous folk in Nigeria. Loads of "Happy New Year," and "Have you made any resolutions?" My mind went back to Christmas Eve, and I tried to remember all the questions I wanted to ask others. 

There was, of course, something that I wanted to tell everyone, but I was worried about telling too many details.

My secretary realised that something had happened. "Are you all-right, Pete?" She gestured at my screen-full of emails. "The idiots don't seem to be annoying you as much as usual." 

I overheard someone saying that someone else had a grin on his face. Did they mean me. 

Something Sal had said was puzzling me, and I made some phone calls. 

When I got home there was something odd. I opened the door and was assaulted by the smell of, what was it?

Sal was in the kitchen. She was closing the oven door.

When I moved in to the flat I had been assured that the kitchen was fully equipped. I took their word for it. I had opened cupboards and seen piles of pans and bowls, and closed them again. There were even drawers filled with aprons and tea-towels. These had been used -- by the various maids that had cleaned up after me. The coffee-maker, the toaster, mugs, plates, spoons and knives and forks had been heavily used, as had the microwave. You needed these for take-aways and ready-meals. The stove, the oven, and the grill -- not used at all.

"It's ready. Get your coat off and sit down."

I obeyed.

"It's just what I could get in the newsagents. I wish I could have done better."

She lifted the pan lid. Heat, warmth, and smell. No, not smell, aroma.

A bowl was placed in front of me. It was a large bowl. It was full. This was not a nouveau cuisine teaser, it was good grub. Then a plate with fresh hot crusty bread buns arrived in the middle of the table. Sal brought her own bowl, and sat opposite me.

"OK?"

I tasted it. It was rich and tasty; cubes of vegetables swirled in a thick rich yellow/brown soup. The vegetable were crisp and tasty. The carrots and peas and celery tasted of carrot, pea and, ... The soup was rich and spiced and earthy. There was a hint of smokeyness.

"It's bacon and lentil. OK? Have some bread."

I took and tore open one of the bread buns releasing a cloud of steam. This was the aroma that had surprised me when I first entered.

"It's lovely."

"Thank's Pete."

Clinking of spoons. Slurping of soup.

"More? There's only this and a pud."

"Yes please."

She filled our bowls again.

After the soup there was an apple pie. It was not in a foil dish. It had not come from a supermarket. She brought it to the table. It was coloured various shades of gold, and sparkled with crystals of sugar. She gave me a knife and a spoon. She insisted that I cut into it. The pastry was soft and melty. Inside the apple gave off a hint of clove and vanilla. 

"The newsagent didn't have cooking apples, so it's not quite right."

I cut and served pie to both of us. We were both gorging ourselves. Well, at least, I know I was gorging myself.

My trousers were too tight. I stretched my legs out and leaned back.

"Where did you learn to cook like that?"

"My Dad, my real Dad, before he died. He was a chef."

We sat, and chatted. 

A peaceful trusting friendship -- and a bloody good meal.

"I got a bit of cheese for afters if you want?" She grinned.

I covered my mouth while I burped.

"Thank you Pete. You can't have a clue how special that was."

"What do you mean?"

"Simple pleasures and rewards. To see something you've done give so much pleasure."

"But surely, that has been your ..." I stopped. Her job had been to get men to squirt. From my experience of her, she had been bloody good at it. 

She knew just what I was thinking.

"That? It's an act. You pretend that they are good at it. You grunt and squeal a bit. You don't let them see you watching the clock. You pretend that they don't stink of sweat or booze or worse."

I could see the strain on her face for a moment. It cleared.

"But Pete, I made you a meal. Just soup and bread and a pie. I made it for you. You enjoyed it, didn't you."

I decided not to suppress a second burp that was trying to present itself.

We both laughed.

"I take it that you enjoyed the meal."

"Mmmmm."

"Ta. Just seeing folk enjoying what you've made is wonderful." She hesitated. 

"But I am. I'm a bloody good tart. I think I can be proud of that as well! Thank you Pete. Bloody thank you. Thanks Pete, you are wonderful. You make me see ... to understand things. Thank you."

We both got up and hugged each other -- carefully. We went to my bedroom, got undressed, and lay, side by side, under the duvet.

I didn't set the alarm. I never oversleep. However when we awoke it was to make slow and gentle love and to drift back to sleep. It was 9:30 when the phone rang us awake.

My contact told me that the farmhouse still belonged to the land development company that had built the estate. It was rented to a Mrs Jones. The land development company was, as I knew, owned and run by my Father and Brother. 




Almost All Lived Happily Ever After



I covered the mouthpiece.

"Sal, the farmhouse, the sauna, is the boss a Mrs Jones?"

"No, its a bloke. I think Mrs Jones died a year or two back."

I gave this information to my informant. He seemed interested.

I put the phone down. It rang immediately. It was the Bank. Please could we call in.

I rang work. "Something's come up, and I will be late in ... Any problems? ... Fine, see you later." 

"Sal, the Bank wants us to speak to them. They were very mysterious. Could there be something wrong?"

All the way into town we discussed what it could be about. When we got there, the manager took us into a side office. He looked serious.

"Miss Foster"

Sal nodded.

"Do you know of a Mr O'Donnell, a Mr Patrick O'Donnell."

"He is my step-father."

"When did you last speak to him."

"Well never. Not since I left home."

"I am afraid that I have some bad news for you. Your step-father died some time ago."

Sal said nothing for a few moments. 

"I'm sorry if I do not seem too distressed by this, but he and I did not... He kicked me out you see."

"That's strange. He seems to have been quite generous."

"How do you mean."

He took Sal's bank book from a folder on his desk. Attached to it by an elastic band was a new bank book in the current name of the bank. He opened the new book, and passed it over to Sal, who took one look and dropped the book onto the table. She picked it up and passed it to me. It indicated a credit of almost a hundred thousand pounds.

"But how? Why?"

He handed over a letter. "This was left with the bank with instructions to hand it to you as soon as possible."

The envelope was white, but somewhat yellowed. The manager passed Sal a paperknife. She slit it open and took out a couple of folded sheets. She started to read. She got halfway down the first page when she started to sob. She thrust the letter towards me. I read it.

'Darling Sally,'

'This has been a very difficult letter to write. I am so very sorry about the way that I treated you. I was very wrong, and I now wish so much that I had believed you.'

'I got a letter from your old headmaster a few days ago. It told me that they now realise that they should never have asked you to leave school. They have discovered that Mr Grover, the maths master, had been behaving inappropriately for many years. You were the first pupil brave enough to speak out. Sally, I am very proud of you.'

'I do not know where you are. I know that you had a little money in the Bank. I hope that, if you make a withdrawal, they can give this letter to you.'

I looked at the date on the letter. I picked up the older bank book and compared it with the date of the last withdrawal. The letter was written only a couple of months after the withdrawal.

I continued reading.

'Things cannot be easy for you, Sally, and I am not too well off. I promise that I will deposit whatever money I can afford in to your account whenever I can.' 

I scanned through the new bank book. He had been as good as his word. There were small and large sums there. Some were tens of pounds. Some were hundreds. There were a couple in the thousands, and one very large deposit. They had stopped a couple of years ago.

'Dear Sally. I can quite understand that money cannot compensate for us not believing you. You will probably not want anything to do with me in the future. If you feel that you can. Please come home Sally.'

'Yours,'

'Paddy' 

I looked at the address on the letter. Sally had mentioned that she'd come from that town.

The manager had brought Sal a cup of water, and was feeding her with paper tissues. He had another envelope placed on top of the folder. This was newer, and the address had been typed. He tried to pass it to Sal, but she indicated that he pass it to me.

'Dear Ms. Sally Foster,'

'Following the death of your Step-Father, Mr Patrick O'Donnell, we would very much like to contact you. If you receive this letter please contact...'

What followed was a member of a Firm of Solicitors.

You can guess the rest. Sal received half the proceeds of the sale of her step-fathers estate, sharing it with Ann, her step sister. She has started a Maths course at the local college, and is enjoying it. 

I often take pies, cakes or biscuits (cookies(US)) in to work for my staff (and I often leave some at the farmhouse.)

Mary and Helga enjoy their work.

Almost everyone is happy.

Almost!

A Mr Jones is very put out.

Firstly, he has received final demands for the back rent of a farmhouse. It had, as a condition of the sale of the farm, been let back to the Farmer and his wife at a peppercorn rent, for their lifetimes. After their deaths, a commercial rent was to be charged. Our Mr Jones was the son of the Farmer and his wife. His rental has been terminated, but he was still being held responsible for the dilapidation and for all the necessary repairs. The rental of the farmhouse was now taken on by two ladies known as Mary and Helga. Their rent was minimal. It was let on the same preferential basis as my offices. 

Secondly, he was up in Court for illegal practices, failure to comply with safety and other regulations, and extortion related to the letting of sub-standard housing.

Lastly, walking was difficult, and he was no longer going to receive free sexual favours from Helga. The last time he claimed them, his favoured bondage and spanking session had turned into something else, as Mary joined Helga in subjecting him to more punishment than he could conceivably have wanted. He would probably be incapable of conceiving anything until the swelling and scars had abated.