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Carpe Diem Ch. 01

By: lennythelion



He was sitting at the bar of the club when I went to get myself a drink. He had a serious but kind face, with grey eyes that looked a little sad, a slightly overlarge nose, and lips that were a little thin. Cute, but not gorgeous. He was wearing a suit and I thought to myself that he was just another out-of-town businessman looking for a girl to pick up. He tried to strike up a conversation but I was offhand with him. Then, strangely, he said what I was thinking:

"Look, I know you think I'm trying to pick you up, but, honestly, I really am interested in finding out more about your city. My buddy and I are gonna be working here for about six months, and we wanna find out more about life here."

As if on cue, his buddy came back from wherever he'd been and confirmed it. I've always been a sucker for helping people, so I invited them over to our table. I was slightly ashamed to realise that they really were interested in finding out more about our city, what to do, where to live, how to live. As the evening wore on and we drank a little more, the conversation flowed more freely and I found myself really liking this guy with his unpretentious manner and his genuine smile.

Some salsa music started playing and he stood up and asked who would dance with him. My friend, who takes classes, accompanied him onto the dance floor. His buddy told me my serious-faced man also took classes. It showed. He moved with assurance, making his partner go just where he wanted, moving her body in sync with his. As I watched them turn and sway with the music, I could feel myself becoming aroused. I knew I wanted him.

He sat back down next to me and I put my hand on his thigh and leaned towards his ear. "Come outside with me."

He turned his head to look at me and his forehead creased in the middle. "Why?" he asked.

"Please?" I replied.

I stood up, bent over to tell my roommate I was leaving and walked off to get my coat, without looking back. As I pushed open the door of the club, I felt him come up behind me and take the weight of the door from my arm.

Outside in the crisp autumn air, he asked me where we were going.

"Well," I said, still striding down the street, "I was sort of thinking we could go back to your hotel and have a night of wild sex."

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That's some offer!"

He seemed undecided though, so I thought maybe I'd made a fool of myself. "Look, maybe this was a bad idea, forget it. I'll just get a taxi and go home."

"Hey! Stop!", he said, grabbing my arm.

I stopped and looked into his eyes. His forehead was creased again and his grey eyes were searching mine. I put my hand up to his chest and pushed him forcefully against the wall of the building that lined the street, then pressed my body up against him and kissed him. His mouth opened to mine and his tongue flicked out and caressed mine. Our lips crushed together and our tongues rolled around each other. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, his fingers gripping me hard. His other hand was on the small of my back, pushing me against him. Our breathing came quickly and a shiver ran down from my tongue, behind my navel to my pussy.

Then suddenly he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me away gently. He looked down at me, still frowning, "I don't think this is a good idea."

I tilted my head to the side and waited.

"Don't get me wrong," he hastened, "you're hot as hell...." He paused, seemingly unsure of whether he should continue. "I really like you - but in my experience, wild sex never makes for lasting relationships. I don't wanna screw this up."

I nodded, "Okay. Walk me back to your hotel and I'll get a cab from there."

We strode the couple of blocks to his hotel, not really speaking. When we got there, I told him to invite me up to his room so we could talk.

He laughed and shook his head, "You don't take no for an answer, do you?".

I shrugged, "Life's too short to fuck about. Carpe diem and all that."

In his room, he poured us whiskies from the minibar and we sat in the two chairs facing each other. I stretched my legs out and caressed his ankle with my booted foot. My short dress had ridden up exposing the lacy tops of my hold-up-on-their-own stockings.

"So, tell me again why you think wild sex is a bad idea," I challenged.

He smiled, showing perfect teeth. "I don't think wild sex is a bad idea," he said, "it's just that I'd like to get to know you better. My life's a little complicated, right now. I can't help thinking that if we do this now, that'll be it, we'll just be those two ships passing in the night. I don't think I want that. You know I'm coming back here; there could be more - a future." 

I sighed with frustration. Since when had it been this difficult to get a guy into bed?

I stood up and bent over him, bringing my face close to his, and my hand to his cheek. "Hey," I said softly, "maybe there is a future in this, but unless we grab the moment now, we may never know. You're gonna go back to your city at the end of the weekend, and maybe you'll look me up when you get back here for work. But maybe you won't. 

"You're thinking about the future - fine. I know what I want in the future, but I also know what I want now. I want you. We can take the future one day at a time."

I kissed him deeply and felt his hands on my waist then around my buttocks. His touch made my insides squirm and I could feel my juices seeping into my panties.

I pulled away and pulled him up to standing, pressing against him, feeling his cock jerk upwards and push at the front of his pants. "How do you want us to get to know each other?" I whispered. "We can do this any way you want," I told him as I gently bit his lower then upper lips.

"What are my options?" he croaked.

"Well, we could go fast and furious," I said as I began to unbutton his shirt, "slow but sensual," as my fingers wrestled with the button near his belt, "down and dirty," as I started to pull the shirt from his pants, "or... romantic but raunchy. You choose."

I ran my hand under his shirt, feeling the muscles in his back, running my finger up that little gulley that marked his spine. I could feel him swelling, pushing against my belly.

"You have a way with words," he whispered.

"Hey, I'm a writer, remember? So what's it to be?" I questioned again as I ran my tongue over his collarbone.

He swallowed. "I think I'll go for romantic but raunchy, though I'm not sure what that means." 

"Don't worry, I'll show you," I said as I pushed the shirt from his shoulders. I led him towards the bed then turned and faced him. "This is about getting to know each other better, remember?" I reminded him.

I started to kiss and lick his chest and shoulders, biting into the muscle. I ran my tongue around each of his nipples in turn and teased them with my teeth. As my hands slid down his sides, my lips and tongue slid down his torso, and my still-clothed chest bumped into his erection trying to push through the front of his pants.

I stood up and ran my hand around his waist as I circled him to work on his back. It was nicely muscled but not overly so. His shoulders weren't broad but gently sloping. I caressed his shoulder blades and ran my thumbs, then my tongue, down his spine. Then I pressed myself against him, crushing my chest against his back as I slid my hands round to the front of his waist and started to unbuckle his belt. I pulled the waistband to the middle to undo the catch and slowly slid the zipper. I felt his hardness spring up to the middle, and I teasingly ran my finger down the fabric-covered shaft, feeling his buttocks contract against my belly and hearing his sharp intake of breath.

I ran my hands back around his waist and pushed them down the top of his pants, inside the waistband of his shorts to cup his buttocks. I squeezed, digging my nails into the softest part, which contracted against my touch.

I moved my hands round to the front again inside his shorts, pressing my fingers on either side of his pubic bone, moving my hands up to the waistband and pulling out and down so his cock was freed. In one swift movement, I pulled his pants and shorts down, then tugged on his shoes so he lifted his feet out, (thank God he wasn't wearing lace-ups), and whipped off his socks as he raised each foot.

I stood up, kicked his clothing to the side, and turned him around by the shoulders. I ran my gaze and my index finger from his now dilated eyes, down his nose, over his lips, his chin, his collarbone, his chest with its little tuft in the middle, his abdomen and his navel, till I alighted on his proud cock with its shiny head.

"Hello," I said. "Pleased to meet you." And I put my thumb on the dewdrop on the tip and rubbed the juice around the head. Putting my hand flat against his chest, I pushed him firmly back onto the bed.

He propped himself on to his elbows and watched me as I brought my arms mid-thigh, grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head. Looking at him lying there on the bed, his cock standing to attention, his slightly-sad grey eyes looking hungry, I felt the inside of my pussy ache and wanted to just whip off my panties and get him inside me. But no. Not yet.

I stepped forward and knelt between his knees, bringing my head level with the bed. I looked into his eyes as I gently licked his balls, up the underside of his shaft and round its head. I wanted to take him in my mouth, and his closed eyes showed me he was anticipating that. But instead I pushed myself up off my knees, licked down the other side, caressed its length with my ample cleavage and lay on top of him to kiss him.

"I know you pretty well now," I breathed as I caressed the rim of his ear with my tongue and nibbled his lobe, "your turn."

***

He turned his head towards my mouth, gripped the back of my neck and kissed me hard, taking my breath away. He rolled me over so I was on my back and set his lips and tongue to work on my neck. My breath was coming hard and fast and I moaned as he breathed into my ear, sending a shiver through my body, causing me to arch my back, and sending more juices flowing into my already sopping knickers.

Suddenly his weight lifted from me and he flipped me onto my front. I raised my arms above my head, gripping the sheets as I felt him undo my bra and rub his hands all over my back and down my sides. The touch of his tongue running down my spine, his teeth on the side of my waist were making me whimper and press my pelvis into the mattress.

I felt his fingertips pulling gently on the top of my panties and I raised my buttocks slightly so he could pull them over my ass. It proved a little tricky getting them over my lacy stocking tops and knee-high boots, but he managed. Not looking at what he was doing was building anticipation inside me. My heart was thumping against my chest. My insides were contracting. Then I felt his tongue slide between my buttocks, over my anus and right to the entrance of my love hole. I lifted my buttocks again, inviting him in and his tongue darted forward obligingly two or three times, earning him a mouthful of sticky juices that surged forth again from my body as I groaned with pleasure.

Then I felt his teeth in my buttock as he sucked my flesh into his mouth. The mixture of frustrated anticipation, (that would teach me to be a tease), and the new, slightly painful sensation made me gasp and grip the sheets frantically. Then he flipped me onto my back again and I opened my eyes as he pulled off my bra.

His legs were straddling mine, and he lowered himself towards me, pushing his cock between the tops of my thighs, sliding the lips of my pussy apart, sending jolts of pleasure through my body as his shaft passed over my clitoris. I tried to open my legs but his knees kept them together. His hands pushed my tits together and his fingertips rolled my nipples between them, connecting them to my clitoris by some invisible energy net. His shaft slid easily up and down, up and down, as it became coated in my juices, rubbing my clit and my inner lips, making me writhe and moan, and push more juices from my swollen pussy. His serious face looked into my eyes as I bit my lower lip and my shoulders lifted from the bed with the contractions of my stomach and pelvic muscles.

"You're beautiful," he whispered as I came, white light exploding behind my eyes and electricity pulsing through my body.

He'd stopped moving and was tonguing and sucking on my nipple as I lay there panting.

"Oh God," I breathed. "Oh God, that was amazing." He looked at me and smiled. His grey eyes no longer seemed sad, but bright with lust. "Fuck me," I whispered.

He pushed himself up and used his knee to push my legs apart. Settling between them, he ran his hand under my buttock pulling my stockinged and booted leg up to his shoulder. I might have started out dominating the situation, but it was he who was well and truly in control now. The thought was electrifying and my body was shuddering in anticipation.

"Guide me in," he murmured.

I reached my hand down and caressed the length of his shaft, holding it just below the head between my index and middle finger. I made the most of the opportunity to rub my clit a couple of times, then slide him down through my inner lips to the entrance of my aching, swollen pussy. He started to push and I let go as he slid his hard length into my wetness. As he pushed against my cervix, he groaned, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly.

I looked down to where our bodies met and watched his hips sway rhythmically and his cock, glistening with my fluids, slide slowly in to the hilt and slowly out to just below the head. He moaned with each inward stroke, and I did too. Just as when he danced, his eyes fixed mine. There wasn't much I could do in this position, but like when he danced, he made me go where he wanted, pressing against my raised thigh so I moved in rhythm with him.

"Move down slightly," I gasped, and he obliged, stroking my g-spot better.

I ran my hands through my hair, kneaded my breasts and gripped the sheets, all the while staring into his large grey eyes. I bit my lower lip as he began to stroke more quickly, his balls slapping against me, and alternately contracted and expanded my vaginal muscles.

"Harder!" I ordered through my panting, and he rammed his swelling member against my cervix once, twice, three, four times while I pushed the walls of my canal against his hardness until I came, gushing over his groin and squealing with ecstasy. His eyes widened in surprise and then he blinked rapidly and creased his forehead in the middle as he came in turn, grunting and pushing into me with each spurt of his cum.

He let my leg down and lowered himself on top of me, and we kissed languorously. When our breathing had slowed a little, he looked into my eyes again and said, "Wow! That was certainly both romantic and raunchy."

I smiled up at him, "Hah! Now you're wondering what the other options would have been like." 

"Maybe...", he said, tracing my face with his index finger. "Maybe...."

"Well, wait a little while and maybe you can find out," I teased before kissing him again.

Carpe Diem Ch. 01



At the time the following events unfolded in my life I had just turned 30. Susan, my wife, was 28. 

Susan was a naturally beautiful brunette. At 5'8" tall she and had recently begun to compete in Olympic distance triathlons. The training for this kept her body in peak physical shape. Luckily for me she retained her breasts, 34C, even though most triathlon participants loose them. She had beautiful brown eyes set equal distance apart from her slender nose, the tip of which ever so slightly turned upwards. Her Spanish heritage gave her pronounced cheekbones set high on her face so when she was happy two small dimples would appear on either side of her smile. Her lips were perfectly plump resting above a petite chin that tapered outward to form her feminine jawline. When I had first met her the slight arch of her manicured eyebrows gave me a feeling that she was always a step ahead of me in conversation. A friend of mine compared her looks to the actress Christine Taylor. I agree whole-heartedly, they could have been sisters separated at birth. 

I have to admit looking back at the events now I was more open to this type of thing that I was aware. I definitely had my reservations but the mere thought of such financial gain tied to such supreme taboo sexual fantasies was far too appealing. It was our apple in the Garden of Eden. Psychologically speaking, for that particular time in our lives, it was the perfect storm.

To most our Garden of Eden would not have been an "Eden" at all but we were content. Our quaint house on a cul-de-sac in a quite neighborhood was our perfect home. Susan and I had been married for 5 years. We met on a semester break halfway through college and became fast friends. Being from the same hometown but attending different universities our relationship started off as most in similar situations do, highly sexual and with no strings attached. Over the remaining years of our college careers and through multiple miserably failed and wasted relationships we always came back to each other. Three different times we broke up and reunited and each time we were faced with the difficult conversations about our ever-growing number of past sexual partners.

Her confessions of past occurrences were always such a shock to me. I never really had wanted to hear about her exploits but selfish curiosity would always force it to be a topic of discussion. When these conversations would take place, usually only a short time after we would recommit to each other or, in other words, officially label ourselves a monogamous relationship, I would not know how to deal with it. My "defense mechanism," if you can call it that, was to get turned on. It was erotic to think about the woman I loved as such a sexual creature but it created a deep conflict in my mind.

The first time I experienced this emotional dilemma was over the phone. That otherwise uneventful evening was the awakening of something in me, up until that moment, I had not known existed. Something I would not be able to emotionally digest until I was older and much more mature.

We were back on again as a couple since our last summer break. Being apart for the semester, which had just begun, was already becoming stressful. I received a call from Susan late in the evening, which had become our custom, and it quickly veered from the topic of our monotonous day of lectures and classes to the conversation we had been dreading to have with each other. The conversation regarding our sexual history during the months in-between our last break up. Perhaps it occurred over the phone instead of in person because I made both of us feel less awkward. 

She confessed to me that during our most recent time apart she had been with another guy. I had not been celibate either, which was the reason for my hesitation to have the conversation, and had already assumed as much of Susan. Her beauty is only trumped by her personality, and when she drinks she was an absolute riot to be around. With a woman like Susan there was always someone waiting in the wings to impress her and hopefully win her over. 

With my stomach in my throat my heart started beating so hard in my chest it caused me to strain to hear her on the other end of the phone. Panic came over me.

"Really," I sputtered out.

Her voice began to crack and she went into an apology.

"That's not necessary," I said, "I understand, I don't feel any different about you now." 

A swirl of emotions took ahold of my conscious, jealousy, anger, and avoidance, to name a few and then, intrigue.

"Why do I find this intriguing?" I thought to myself. 

Right, wrong, or indifferent it was my minds way of dealing with a stunning emotional situation I had never faced before. Not once in my upbringing was this ever covered. It became a conscious decision to let the intrigue take hold. 

"I thought you'd hate me," she said.

"Seriously, not at all," I responded, "Thank you for telling me. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about it?"

"If you'd like," she responded. My adrenaline peaked! I could break the 3-minute mile no sweat. I could bench press a house. 

"Holy shit!" I thought, "I might pass out!"

I slowly began asking her when, with whom, where, and all the other details. As she began responding to each question I became harder and harder. The rush was overwhelming. Listening to her confess her exploits in detail, I could not stop my hands from shaking as I slowly began to stroke myself.

"Well, it was Kevin. The guy you met that night we were out together at that bar on 5th avenue. We had hung out in the past before and once had a drunk make out session but nothing more," she said.

"Go on," I tried not to sound like I was begging.

"Well, I went out with Britney that night and two of her friends from school I didn't know. We went to some house party and I ran into him," she explained.

"One drink lead to many and before I knew it I was drunk and in the back of Britney's car, with Kevin, on our way home. When we arrived to drop him off he asked if I wanted to come in. I said ok and Britney asked if I was sure," she continued.

"My inhibitions were down so I decided to go inside. One thing led to another and we ended up having sex," she finished.

"Dang, I need more; I'm about ready to loose my mind." I thought.

"Where did you do it?" I asked.

"We started in the shower together then finished in his bedroom," she answered.

"What position?" 

"We started doggy but finished missionary," she answered.

"Did you wear a condom?" 

A brief pause then a barely audible sigh, "No," she replied.

BLAM! My head exploded. The visuals of her wet body, her gorgeous long brown wet hair, the image of her gorgeous breasts hanging down and swaying to the rhythm of his hips undulating behind her. I was close! My balls were tight and I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. You could have dropped me into the middle of Times Square, a million eyes suddenly on me, and I would not have noticed. I was transfixed on her recollection and I was going to cum. My mind was so entranced I swear I could smell her perfume, hear her moans, and feel her wet, hot pussy around my aching cock.

"So...." trying not to give away the fact that I was only a nanosecond away from cuming, "So, did he cum in you?"

"No, he pulled out and came on my stomach," she whispered.

That was all I needed to hear. I could not take one second more and I erupted. I came harder than I had ever cum before. It was like experiencing an orgasm for the first time and thinking "Yeah! Fuck yeah! This is fucking awesome!"

"Nick, are you there? Hello? Hello?" she questioned. 

The second "hello" pulled me back into reality and slapped me in the face. Shit! Idiot, you are still on the phone and she is going to know something is up. Answer her!

"Yes, yes, I'm here," I stuttered.

"Are you Ok?" she inquired.

"Yes, sorry, I was just processing everything." In reality I was slowly beginning to make my descent from such a high.

We talked for about another hour or so. Susan wanted to know was if I was with anyone. I was honest with her and told her I had been. She asked if it was anyone she knew and that was the extent of her interrogation. That was it. She was not interested in details. I figured she just wanted to assume it did not occur and realized she was processing this much differently than I had. Out of sight out of mind, in a way. We ended our conversation on a happy note, happier than she realized of course, and said our goodnights. 

As I hung up the phone I was astonished at how incredibly attracted to her I felt. More than I ever had been in the past. Some sort of weird, unexplainable sexual energy I had never experienced before. At the time it was a very confusing emotionally. I sat in my dark quiet dorm room and pondered my actions. 

"Did I just jack off to make myself feel better? I guess it's a good way to shield myself but why did I have such an amazing orgasm? That was incredible!" 

Telling myself it was a one-time thing and that late at night, tired, and emotionally drained was probably not the best time for such deep self-reflection. I promised myself I would revisit it in the morning and fell asleep. I broke my promise. This happened three more times throughout my college years. The distance between us was too vast at times for us to maintain our relationship. It lead to our inevitable break ups but ultimately, over a semester break or holiday vacation, we would see each other in our mutual hometown and get back together. Every rekindling of our flame and subsequent conversation of our past would put me in a mental and emotional state where I was forced to use my "defense mechanism" to cope with the realities of our time apart. All three times were just as confusing as the prior but each was exponentially greater in sexual heights. The question of "is there something wrong with me sexually," or "should I be allowing myself to derive sexual pleasure from this," was absolutely trumped by the lustful sexual pleasure I had experienced.

After graduation I landed a job in Texas. As the fates would have it Susan did too. Finally we were able to have a relationship that was not long distance. It was the most wonderful year in our lives together and led to our engagement and subsequently our marriage. 

Before our marriage we both agreed to participate in intensive couples counseling. We are both "planners" and wanted to start off right. During our counseling sessions one exercise we completed I found myself confessing my sexual secret to Susan. We would each be given a question, write our answer, and then read our answer to each other. The topics ranged from finances, to children, tos, to health problems. 

What happens if you become pregnant and the child has Down syndrome? Who will handle the money? How involved will each of your parents be in your lives and your future children's lives? What are some negative patterns from your upbringing you allow to persist in you relationship today?

I had never thought about answers to such questions before. I was delighted when sharing my answers with my future wife I found we could have written each other's. All but one that is. 

What are your sexual fantasies? I had previously decided to confide in Susan about the times I would pleasure myself to her recollection of her past sexual exploits. She was extremely understanding and loving as she always is. It did not seem to even shock her as I thought it might have. She said she totally understood the turn-on for me was a way to deal with my feelings about the situation. Perhaps not the most appropriate or efficient but she completely understood. However, she made it clear she did not share the fantasy and I soon found out she did not care to even role-play it in the bedroom much. 

Fast-forward five years. Still married. Still incredibly happy, no children and my career had progressed nicely. My salary had allowed my wife to switch careers and start over in another field. We were more financially secured then anyone I know, that is our age, and living very comfortably. However, in our social circle we see those who have what I call "fuck you" money. Some have enough money that they do not have to worry about anything, ever. Not taxes, not market crashes, not anything. "Fuck you money." We often talk about how nice it would be to one day be in the same financial position as some around us. 

"It is interest over time babe," my standard response. "Sock as much away as you can stand now, live debt free, and watch as it grows." One day we will have "fuck you money." Or at least that was our plan.

Aside from our professional lives our relationship was stronger than ever. Five years of marriage had helped us each to grow as individuals. I became a more loving, caring, educated, and inspired person. My success in my professional life is directly contribute to the person I had become because of my wife. I now understood the old idiom, "Behind every great man there is a great woman." Without Susan I would not have been able to achieve. 

Although, every marriage has its' issues and ours was no different. In the years since our nuptials our sex life had waned. Susan in college and up to our marriage was insatiable in the bedroom. There was even a time or two I had to turn her down! Stresses of everyday life, Susan quitting her job and returning to pursue her PhD, as well as the monotony that married sex can turn into were the catalyst for a drop in her libido. Unfortunately for me, my libido had seemed to increase. 

On more than one occasion this caused a heated argument resulting in hurt feelings. The resolutions to these conflicts never brought about a change in behavior and this led to an ever-increasing urge to see my wife as the sexual vixen she once was. I was stuck. Immensely frustrated, I wanted desperately to have that sexual connection we once had. The intoxicating, spine tingling, adrenaline fueled sexual encounters of the past. The more I pressed Susan for this the more conflicts it produced. 

Masturbation helped. It seemed to be a win-win for the both of us. She would not be in the mood and I would need a release. It had become a silent compromise between us and seemed to thwart our fighting. 

Fantasizing about our sexual trysts in the past was, initially, more than enough to get the job done for me. However, when those images grew old I was forced to fabricate new ones. In college I had watched my fair share of pornography and turned to it again for inspiration. 

I would always feel guilty having looked at another women. To rationalize my guilt I would fantasize the starlet I was watching was my wife. This was made even easier on me when the actresses happened to look like Susan to begin with. I began to search endlessly for videos with actresses, professional or amateur, that resembled her during my private sessions. Masturbating to these images brought about the same intense eroticism when I heard Susan speak of her sexual past. It also justified in my mind the guilt over my pseudo-infidelity.

The first video I found where this materialized was a poorly lit, grainy, out of focus home video of an amateur couple in a bedroom having a threesome. It was just obscure enough that my mind was able to build in the details and convince myself that it was, in fact, my wife. 

"Maybe someone had filmed her once without her knowledge?" I thought as my mind began to persuade me, "The resemblance is unmistakable." I had convinced myself it was my wife. Weeks later I finally grew enough courage to bring it up and show her the video after, of course, having masturbated to it countless times. I sat Susan down and played the clip for her. 

"Wow, That does look like me!" Susan exclaimed.

My heart sank.

"I'm going to have to contact this website to get this removed," I thought to myself.

"But look, it's not. I'm sure of it. For one, I would never allow myself to be filmed. Secondly, look there," she said pointing.

On the screen through the bad image she pointed out a small birthmark on the woman's butt cheek. 

"I don't have birthmark there," she stated.

I immediately knew she was correct. 

"Why I had not picked up on that? It was small and difficult to notice but still," I wondered to myself. I had convinced myself to a point I was no longer searching for or looking at the evidence. 

"Can we go role play that that was you?" I asked in a moment of shear abandonment, wanting nothing more in life than for her to say "yes."

"Sure," she said matter-of-factly.

Her answer was so unexpected it left me stunned for a moment.

"Really?" I asked not believing what I was hearing and hoping she would not change her mind.

"Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes," she said winking and taking off down the hall.

It was the most mind-blowing sex I had ever had. Susan fully immersed herself into the role. 

"Once I had a threesome in college with a guy and another girl," she started.

"It was this girl I knew from one of my classes and her boyfriend at the time." 

Speechless and enamored I listened as she went on in detail.

"It was after a party and I ended up back at their apartment. I was very tipsy and she was throwing hints at me all night about wanting me to join them." 

Suddenly she stopped her retelling of the story and said, "You know what? How about I just show you what we did."

Grabbing my cock and forcing it into her mouth I squeezed my eyes closed and allowed my self to drift off into pure pleasure. It was addictive and I wanted more. We fucked for over an hour. The entire time she would have me switch positions or have me touch her in specific way saying, "We were like this," or "He was going it like that." I came harder and felt more connected than I ever had before. Finally I felt vindicated from my "defense mechanism" and completely captivated with my wife's sexual energy.

As quickly as it had begun it stopped. Completely. I asked for this type of sex often and we tried one other time to role paly the scenario but it ended in tears. This had left me feeling horrible and from that moment on I stopped asking for it. 

The sexual frustration returned with even greater ferocity. It was a deep burning. An aching desire to experience such a sexual connection with my wife again and I had no way of appeasing it.

Enter Ms. Dana Wright. Dana lives on the opposite side of the neighborhood as us on a gorgeous lake in a gorgeous home. Home is not the appropriate noun, mansion, with a capital "M." Her late husband was an incredibly successful entrepreneur. He had died in a tragic accident and left Dana, 15 years Mr. Wright's junior, everything. 

My wife and Dana became great friends over the five years since we had married and moved into the neighborhood. I always thought there was something about Dana I could never put my finger on and my wife, who is way more intuitive than I, felt the same. On June 7, 2010 we found out what it was.

It was an evening like any other. Actually, it was gorgeous out. It was the perfect temperature. I had just finished cooking up some salmon on the grill and whilst enjoying an adult beverage my wife was just returning home from her graduate classes for the day. I had arrived home from work a few hours before her so I thought I would be a loving husband and prepare dinner. I will never forget the look on her face when she walked in the door. At first it startled me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You are never going to believe what happened to me today!"

I briskly walked over to her very concerned, "What? What happened? Are you ok?"

"Oh I'm fine. At least I think I'm fine," she stated.

"Look at this," she insisted. 

In her outstretched hand was a manila envelope. Inside there was a large stack of papers, probably 50 pages or so. On the top it had an attorneys letterhead, Michaels and Dowe.




Carpe Diem Ch. 01



"What is this?" I asked as I started leafing through the pages.

"It's a contract," she replied.

"A contract for what?" 

"For 8 million dollars!" She exclaimed in a loud and drawn out tone leaving her mouth hanging open in a look of disbelief. 

"What? What are you talking about? 8 million dollars for what?" I inquired.

"For sex," she said with I tone I did not quite recognize.

"What do you mean for sex?" 

I was confused but my adrenaline started flowing. My senses were peaking.

"It's from Dana. It is a contract for 8 million dollars, for sex," she said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Time out!" I exclaimed, "Start at the beginning and tell me everything."

Over the next hour and a half she proceeded to tell a story that would eventually take us a full week to process. 

She had spent the day with Dana shopping. They were ending the afternoon together poolside at Danas house overlooking the calm waters of the lake she lives on. 

"We were just having a normal conversation when all of a sudden she dropped a bomb on me," Susan began to explain.

"She excused herself and went inside then returned a short moment later with a folder containing this envelope. Before she handed it to me she made me swear that what was inside would not change our friendship. I don't like making such promises but I obliged her. She opened the envelope and said 'here is a contract for 8 million dollars to be paid to you over the next 12 months.' Before I could say anything she nervously jumped into her spiel," Susan narrated.

"I want to hire you and your husband. Mostly just you but I know how devoted you two are to each other so after giving it some thought I want to include him for your sake. I want to hire you and pay you 8 million dollars over the next 12 months during which time I will own you. You will be 100% my property. An indentured servant if you will. Starting the first month, if you accepting this proposal, a deposit will be made in the checking account of your choosing. This will continue to happen every consecutive month for twelve months until your debt is paid off. Afterwards you are free to return to your normal life," my wife took a pause to allow me to process.

Susan continued her narrative, "To be as blunt as I possibly can- I want you to be my sexual slave. I will be your mistress, if you will, and I will be in complete control of you sexually. I will also dictate how much your husband is allowed to participate each month with you. It doesn't concern me what he does on his own time." 

"I interrupted her," Susan said, "I was completely shocked, and asked her 'why are you asking me to do such a thing?'"

"You see Susan," she began to explain, "It gets me off to watch others get off. I cum the hardest when I know I have helped someone achieve the maximum limits of pleasure. In fact I pretty much can't cum unless I know my servant is reaching heights they never knew existed. I choose to almost exclusively only get off in this fashion. I am fortunate enough that the universe has placed me in a situation where I have the financial means to make my desires come true. The irony of the situation is I need someone else I can control to fulfill my desires. You have been a dear friend to me for the past five years and I know I am risking our friendship right now with this proposition. I honestly feel if I didn't ask then I would wonder for the rest of my life if you would of accepted. I am also aware of you and your husband's own financial goals. No doubt 8 million will most definitely get you into a personal financial situation you both are striving and working so hard to achieve. I hope you choose yes. If not, I would sincerely want to maintain our friendship as it is but understand how I have changed things and possibly made it impossible for that to be. I won't say anything more. The contract must be responded to within 1 week. After the time has expired the contract is void and I only make the offer just this once. You either accept and fully commit, or respectfully decline and that's it. I trust you can see yourself out. Hopefully, I will talk to you soon."

"Then she stood up and walked into the house. I sat there for a moment trying to process what I had just heard," Susan said. 

"Have you read all this yet?" I asked referring to the stack of papers in my hand.

"I have," she answered, "I sat in my car outside her house and read it completely through," Susan responded. 

"Well what does it say?" I asked.

Mostly it is just legalese regarding how we will get paid, the time and date we will get paid, there is a confidentiality clause, and a bunch of other stuff regarding benefits I will receive while being in her "employ."

"Like what kind of benefits?" I asked.

"Well, I get a car, a new phone, she will buy all my clothes, take care of any doctors bills or visits I may need or have in the next 12 months, pay for niceties such as hair cuts and "mani-pedis." The list goes on an on. It also stipulates that this is in conjunction with my monthly salary. Well I guess technically 'our' monthly salary."

"That's it? Nothing specific about what you have to do sexually?" I asked.

"Well yes, that is all there too. Basically all you need to know is on page 4," She remarked.

I quickly turned to page 4, narrowly avoiding a paper cut in my haste. It was a list of rules. They were exceptionally clear and brief.

1.I own you sexually. 2.You will be an open, willing, and exuberant participate in all of the sexual exploits I ask of you. 3.You will provide me with an exhaustive list of all sexual experiences in detail submitted prior to your employ. 4.You will vow to take great strides to fully immerse yourself in what I ask of you. 5.You will be sexually open to any and all ideas you are presented with 6.You will cum and you will enjoy it. 

"Holy shit are we in the movie Indecent Proposal?!?! WHAT THE FUCK!! I knew there was something about this chick!" I yelled.

My wife just starred back at me. After the hour and a half of conversation about this unique situation we were both speechless, and hungry. We decide to go out and grab a quick bite since the salmon was now ice cold. During dinner neither of us said a word to the other. Both of our minds were swirling. Weighing the pros and cons. Then simultaneously at the end of dinner we both resounded-

"NO WAY!"

We stopped, starred at each other, and shared a quick giggle.

I started first, "I mean 8 million dollars but c'mon, there's no way. I mean right? There's no way," I repeated.

"I agree," Susan said. "I'm not interested. I mean what kind of a person just throws something like that out there? I have known her for five years and I never would have guessed. I guess you just never truly know someone."

We drove home and both confirmed how crazy it all seemed. We laughed at its insanity. We mocked the proposal and specific lines in the contract. We arrived back home, joked some more, and then got ready for bed. 

"Well, I'm exhausted!" Susan said.

"HA! I bet," I replied with a half laugh. 

"I love you baby," she said and I responded in kind.

We fell asleep. I was in a pitch-dark deep sleep when I was ripped out of it. Something was pulling on my arm and shaking me. As I shook the fog from my head my eyes in the darkness could barley make out the silhouette of my wife awake, sitting up, and tugging on me.

"What is it?" I asked in voice a few octaves lower than normal.

She responded with only just one word that sent my whole world careening out of control.

"Maybe..."

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It was the deadline. Susan and I were sitting across from our kitchen table together staring at each other. Each of us was running through our decision for the last time.

"We have 15 minutes to reply," Susan said.

"I know, but we are on the same page right? We are not going through with this," Which came out of my mouth more as a question than a statement.

Susan still staring at me had a look of uncertainty about her. Over the past seven days our lives had been consumed by this topic only. It was the one and only thing we spoke about. It was the only thing we thought about. Four days after we were presented with the contract I decided to take a couple of vacation days form work. It was consuming our lives so much I, nor Susan, could concentrate on anything else. 

We had run the full gamut of emotions. We laughed about its absurdity, we took it serious, we grew concerned; it caused more than one heated argument. It made us answer questions neither of us ever though about before. Every logical argument pro or con was evaluated. We came up with every justification we could then we would immediately change our minds. Neither of us knew what to do.

"Ten minutes now," I announced.

We were still staring at each other. Neither of us knew what decision to make and neither person felt they had the right to make the decision. 

"5 minutes," I said, "This is awful and I'm over it," I proclaimed with emotional and sexual frustration.

I stood up and walked to the refrigerator, grabbed a Corona and using an opener ripped the top off. After I took a big swig. I looked up at the clock again.

"2 minutes," I said.

I was in the process of taking a long contemplative stare into the suds of my beer when Susan informed me of our impending deadline.

"1 minute left."

"Well I guess that settles it." I said, "Fucking 8 million dollars!" 

I put my beer down on the counter and begin to walk out of the room. I had just turned the corner when I heard the phone dialing. My heart skipped a beat. I did an immediate about face and briskly walk back into the kitchen. As I crossed the threshold I heard a voice on the other end pick up.

"Michaels and Dowe how can I direct you call?" a young sounding female inquired.

I looked at Susan but she did not look back. 

"This is Susan Miller for Mr. Michaels please, it is urgent," she said looking up at me.

I mouth to her, "What are you doing?" 

Susan just held up a finger to signify for me to be patient and looked away again.

"Right away Mrs. Miller, we have been expecting your call," the young female voice responded.

There was a very brief pause with shitty music and then an unfamiliar male voice answered the phone. 

"This is Mr. Michaels is this Mrs. Miller?" he asked.

Susan answered with a soft, "Yes."

"Well Mrs. Miller I need to inform you this conversation is being recorded and according to my watch you called with 35 seconds to spare. I assume your call is in regards to your acceptance of the proposal given to you by a Mrs. Wright?"

Time slowed down. My heart was slamming into my rib cage. Susan's face had anxiety written all over it. Seconds seemed like hours. Then the anxiety over her face melted away in slow motion and I saw a glint of excitement or intrigue or something in my wife's eyes I had not seen before. It only lasted for a fraction of a second but it was there. I remember it was something I could not quite place. It seared into my subconscious memory. It was subtle but unmistakable.

"What was going on in her mind?" I wondered.

My wife gingerly replied, "Yes," her voice cracked.

"Excuse me Mrs. Miller but you have to speak up I couldn't quite hear you," the strange voice announced.

"Yes, I accept the terms of the contract," she said feverish but very clear, now just staring at me with her gorgeous brown eyes.

My knees grew week and I had to catch myself on the back of one of our kitchen chairs. I spun it around and quietly sat down. My head was spinning. Through the fog of my thoughts I could hear my wife answering personal questions regarding middle name, maiden name, birthdate and social security number for verification purposes. Moments later she hung up the phone.

"What just happened?" I asked looking up at her in what I am sure where the beginning stages of shock. 

"I made a decision," she responded, "You know what? I honestly believe we can handle anything. I mean anything. Would this be harder than us dealing with cancer? The death of a child? The death of a spouse? No way. This is a drop in the bucket in comparison. Maybe it was hasty but I made the decision and I'm sticking to it. I love you. I will always love you and we are going to do this together. Period. That's the end of this wretched, excruciatingly long dilemma!" she exclaimed in a tone, which made me sound like she was trying to sell herself on the idea as well. 

After a brief pause she began again, "You know what else? 12 months and a day from now this will all be a thing of the past."

I cracked a smile and nervously laughed, "I guess you're right. But we need to talk about exactly how we are going to deal with this now that this decision has been made."

She nodded and responded with an equally nervous laugh as we embraced.

Then out of nowhere, like a crack of lightening the doorbell rang. It seemed as loud as an air horn, considering our mental state, and startled both of us.

"Who the hell is that?" I asked.

Susan looked at me with an equally puzzled face and I left our embrace to make my way to the front door. I cracked it open and an older gentleman in a black suite and tie greeted me. Behind him was a parked black stretch limousine.

"Is Mrs. Miller ready?" he queried.

My wife peeked out from behind me and I said, "Excuse me? What is this?"

"Sir and Madame, I was hired by a Mrs. Wright this evening to drive Mrs. Miller to her residence," The driver responded.

As he explained himself he handed me an envelope with my wife's name etched on it in beautiful calligraphy. Susan took the envelope from me and tore it open. I peered over her shoulder to read along with her in silence.

Susan,

I am glad you have accepted my offer. As it stipulates in our agreement the contract goes into effect immediately. Drop what you are doing and leave now. Bring nothing with you and make sure to leave your cell phone behind. Please kiss your husband good-bye. I await your arrival shortly. Sincerely, D

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, "Do you remember reading that?" I directed at my wife.

"No," she said, "But I'm sure it is in there. I wouldn't want to break the contract in the first 5 minutes. I better go."

I was astonished. This went from zero to a hundred in less than two minutes. 

"Well, uh, I, uh..." stuttering she pressed her finger to my mouth. 

I moved her hand aside and started explaining, "We just said we were going to talk about exactly how we are going to deal with this!"

"We have been talking for a week. We have had that conversation," Susan said.

"Well that was always in a hypothetical!" I pleaded.

"Remember what I said, I love you always. We will talk and we will be fine. I promise. I love you. Here is my phone," she kissed me then walked out the door. 

The driver helped her into the car. She looked at me in the last moment and just as she was climbing in I saw that same alien look in her eye I had just witnessed moments ago. My stomach dropped, distracting me from analyzing her strange gaze any further, as she quickly disappeared behind thick dark glass of the limousine. Moments later I was staring at red taillights holding my wife's phone thinking to myself, "What now?"

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I could not sleep. Tossing and turning all night long thinking of what predicaments my wife could be in. My mind was running wild. At some point in the middle of the night the sexual images my consciousness was force-feeding me were too much. I sat up, pulled off my boxer briefs and began masturbating. Images of my wife being violated and ordered around, her naked body and thoughts of the pleasure she could be experiencing at this very moment brought me back to my emotional state of many years ago and to a quick climax. Little did I know it was more than I could have imagined. It did not take long before I found myself in the bathroom cleaning up. I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. 

"You're a wreck," I said aloud. 

What the hell am I going to do with myself? I thought. I glanced at the clock, 4 a.m. I decided to jump on the Internet. I walked down to the study and started scrolling through work emails that were beginning to backlog since I had taken some vacation. Answering a few that took little thought was not keeping my mind occupied. 

"Well," I thought, "Lets start writing everything down. I can't speak to my wife, and I don't know at this point when I will again so I'll write to her." 

I opened a new blank page and just started typing. Everything was just pouring out of me. A stream of consciousness flowed through my fingers regarding my thoughts, feelings, expectations, fears, and fantasies. It all compiled into one big hot mess of a document. Before I knew it I was starting my 8th page. I looked at the clock at the top of my desktop and saw it was now well after 5 a.m. I was tired but still had an extreme amount of nervous energy. I figured I should go for a run before the sun came up. Then maybe after a hot shower I could get a few hours of sleep. I hit save on my document and went to get up when I realized the file saved as the first complete sentence of my incoherent ramblings. "I'm so fucking HORNY right now." I figured it best to change the file name. I clicked on the apple logo to open my "recent files" list and something caught my eye. When scanning the list directly under my most recent addition was a file named "For Dana." Anything with that name on it right now was a blaring alert. I double clicked and the document asked for a password. 

"What the..." I thought to myself, "My wife password protected a document?" 

I started guessing at the password. It only took me a few tries. Every password Susan has ever established has been a variation of the same thing, a childhood pets' name with a "random" sequence of numbers after wards. There were only a few childhood pets to choose from and only a few permutations of numbers, which held significance in her life, which it could be. The file popped open and I began reading. It was a list outlining my wife's sexual history. 

I looked away having a conversation with myself. Was I a bad husband for snooping? I quickly came to the conclusion I could handle the consequences of my actions for being a snoop and began reading. In light of recent events I should have asked myself if I was in any sort of mental position to be reading such things in the first place. I only made it to the third sentence before I had such an erection it was actually causing pain at the base of my penis. 

"AAH! My dick is going to explode," I thought grabbing the base of my throbbing cock and beginning to stoke myself.

Dana,

As requested I am submitting a history of my sexual experiences as I can best recollect. I am not sure the best format to do this in so I am just going to compile this letter informally. My sexual history is as follows:

My first time (intercourse) was when I was 19-sophomore year of college. My first blowjob was when I was a senior in high school. Also this was the first time a boy ever went down on me I have never done anal, thought about it a few times but do not have much of a desire to peruse it. Too much work, lol I have had 8 sexual partners (intercourse) not including my husband I have had 12 sexual partners total. (Oral, fingering, hand job etc.) My nipples are EXTREMEMLY sensitive I once read in a magazine only about 30% of women can achieve orgasm through vaginal stimulation alone. I am happy to be one of those 30% (lol) I have a rabbit style vibrator My favorite positing is to lay on top of Nick, with my back on his chest, and I use my vibrator while he fucks me. I don't have many fantasies. Not sure why that is, I guess I just don't take the time to construct them. Two fantasies I do have though are: 




Carpe Diem Ch. 01



1.Fantasy about getting fucked in front of tall glass windows high up in a skyscraper where I can look out over the lights of a city. I guess it's the thought that someone might sneak a peek.  lol 2.Having sex outside in the rain on a warm summer day

I have had three one-night stands. You could probably say 4 but I had sex with the 4th one about 5 times so technically doesn't count I guess. I once had sex with two different guys within a week of each other. I kissed another girl one time in college when I was drunk playing spin the bottle. I have never done anything more with another woman. I once had sex with a guy while his roommate watched and jerked off. I also had sex once in the same room as another couple. (It was dark and nobody saw anybody but we all knew what was going on.) My husband and I have sex probably 4-10 times a month depending on or hectic lives. I have had phone sex numerous times I have sent nude pics of myself to my husband (no face of course!) My husband and I on occasion watch porn together

Well Dana, hopefully this is acceptable. I guess if I agree to the proposal you can let me know if there is anything else you want to know Sincerely,

Susan

As I finished the letter I felt as if a stack of bricks was dropped on my head. She must have wanted to say yes! Who would go through all this trouble of diving into the recesses of your mind to compile a list of sexual experiences? The document had to of taken more than only a few minutes. Serious thought had to have gone into this! She must have wanted to say yes!!! And this had to be submitted in advance of accepting the contract!! 

"OH MY GOD!" I said out load. I was now convinced she had been planning to say yes for quite some time. 

"Maybe she just didn't know how, or want to admit, to me that she wanted this," I thought, "Or maybe she just did it in case we decided to go through with it all."

Whichever was true did not really matter at that moment. The very vivid images of my wife's sexual exploits did and they pushed me over the edge. My legs began to twitch and my hips uncontrollably thrust forward. I came hard for a second time within a few hours and my balls and cock were getting very sore. Fuck, my whole body was getting sore. I was physically and mentally exhausted. I laid down on the couch opposite the computer in the study and finally was able to fall asleep.

A doorbell awaked me. My watch said 9:30 am and the sound of the doorbell immediately brought up the memory of a stretch limo arriving to take my wife away. I threw on some pants and answered the door without a shirt. 

"I need a signature from a Mr. Nick Miller," a middle aged man in a FedEx shirt explained.

"That's me," I said.

"Please sign here sir," he directed. 

I signed the pad and he handed over a thin FedEx envelope. I looked at the sender's return information and it had and address for Michaels and Dowe LLP. I slammed the door shut and started tearing the envelope open. Inside was a piece of paper directing me to a website. I read further and it became apparent it was banking information. I ran upstairs, followed the directions closely and was soon logged into a bank account that was located in the warm and sunny Cayman Islands. The amount I saw was staggering. It was our first monthly payment. Well Susan's first monthly payment. I at this point had not really earned a dime. God only knows what Susan was doing right now to earn such an unbelievable amount of money. It added up to just barley more than twice my yearly salary. After some more research I saw that in 29 days I would be able to have total access to the funds. Wow. This is really happening. The gravity of the situation started to sink in as the last of my adrenaline from the prior evening completely worn off. 

Not having anything else to do at the moment. I opened the journal I had begun, haphazardly still named "I'm so fucking HORNY right now," and started typing again. My additions were beginning to become very redundant so I choose to stop a short time after. Before closing I renamed the file. It took me a moment to think of a name for it but I decided upon Carpe Diem. I thought it fitting. That is what Susan and I we were doing right? If I had tried harder I'm sure I could have thought of something far wittier. 

I needed to get out of the house. I grabbed my keys and gym bag and took off for the "Y" to exhaust myself in a workout. I had wanted to go get rid of some energy so later I could sleep better.

The next couple of days were very quite. I went back to work that following Monday and immersed myself into my routine. After the evening of the second day I still had not heard from Susan and I was getting worried. I decided to drive to Danas house to contact her. I did not remember anything in the contract about me not coming by and it had been days since I had spoken with Susan. In my opinion, it was starting to get a little unprofessional. I went up to the gate and buzzed the house but nobody answered. I taped a note on the gate and went home. 

A few hours later I received a call from a woman named Lauren who had a very sexy voice. She told me she worked with Dana and was told to tell me that Susan was fine. She also told me that Susan would call later that evening. She gave me a phone number and told me that as Dana's personal assistant she could easily act as an intermediary to get information to Susan in case of emergency but that Susan was too busy at this time to be distracted.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I thought as I jotted the number down and sat by the phone waiting to hear form Susan. 

The call came in late that evening and Susan immediately began, "Hey Nicky, sorry if you were worried. I was actually getting nervous that you might be getting worried since I hadn't reached out to you yet."

"Don't worry about it baby, what has been going on?" I asked.

"Well there's way too much to tell for me to go into it all now but let's just say I have been extremely occupied."

"What do you mean," I asked.

"Just trust me babe. You will know soon enough."

She shut down my questioning quickly and began asking me questions about what I had been up to. I briefly talked about work and also told her I found the letter. She giggled and the only comment she made was, "Good, I'm glad you saw it." 

We briefly talked about the bank account, which she had also seen and I noticed she sounded very happy and energetic. This only increased my curiosity as to what she had been doing.

"Listen," I said, "I'd really like to know what you've been up to since you left in a mysterious black limousine a few days ago."

Again she laughed and diverted my attention like a five you old.

"Let me ask you something," she said, "Remember the fantasy you told me you have?"

"Uh, which one?" I asked playing coy.

"You know baby. 'THE' fantasy. Do you want me to make that come true for you tonight?"

At this point I honestly wondered how many more shocks my heart could take. If this pace kept up cardiac arrest was a for sure outcome.

"Are you talking about what I think your talking about? About you with another man? You getting fucked and pleasured by another man?" I asked.

"Yeah baby, that fantasy. How would you like it if I made it come true for you tonight?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said, "Is that what has been going on over there?" I asked.

Instantly upon hearing her first question I was hard. A wave of hormones flooded the receptors in my brain and I was catapulted from zero to "sex crazed idiot" in only a matter of seconds. 

"No," She responded, "That's not what's been going on over here. I promise you will know soon, just trust me. Unfortunately though I'm being pulled away from the phone right now. I love you baby and I'll talk to you soon."

"Wait!" I yelled, "Are you going to..." the phone beeped. She had hung up. I immediately tried calling back and it went to a generic response informing me the owner of the phone had a voicemail box that had not been set up yet.

"DAMNIT!" I screamed out in pure sexual frustration. 

With a raging hard on I drove over to Danas mansion. It was pitch black. After buzzing the gate again I found there was no answer. I called Danas assistant and received her voicemail. I left one that I'm sure was rambling an incoherent. When I got home the realization came to me that I had to assume my wife of five years was fucking another man. 

What was she doing? Sucking his cock? Was he going down on her? Was he sucking on her tits? Where was she? What did this guy look like? Did she find him attractive? Was he more attractive than me? How big was his cock? Was it big or was it huge? If it was huge did she like that? Was she experiencing some sort of new sexual heights right now by some random guy with a huge cock? Was she screaming? Moaning? What position were they in? Where was she going to let him cum? GODDAMNIT! 

I was again, for what seemed like the millionth time recently, jacking off and cumming harder than I ever had before while masturbating. So hard, in fact, afterwards I was out of breath. Emotionally and mentally exhausted I ran to the bathroom and popped two Ambien. 

"There, now maybe I can have some reprieve from my own thoughts," I remembered thinking as the drug flooded the receptors in my brain. A short time later darkness engulfed my reality and I was in a heavy "hibernate" type sleep. 

I awoke hours later well rested. Trying not to think about Susan and what she had done the night before was near impossible. I threw myself into a routine of waiting by the phone in my off time and drowning my self in my work during the majority of the day. Another few days went by and again no contact from my wife.

As the days turned into a week the only contact I received were random calls from Lauren, the assistant, and one email from Susan telling me she was fine and counting the days until she could see me again. How long was that going to be? A year? There was no way I could have waited a year! I did not realize how hard it was going to be without any contact. I planned to call the whole thing off as soon as I could speak with her again. I had reached a point where I wanted out. 

I had sat down at my computer and began typing out an email to Susan explaining as much when my cell phone began to buzz. It was Lauren. Upon answering I was informed that very weekend, only two days away, I was invited to the mansion. I would be picked up and driven there Saturday afternoon and Susan would be there. I was told I would be able to speak with her and we would spend some quality time together. 

"Finally!" I remarked as I tossed my iPhone on the desk.

Looking at the email I had just written I decided to say fuck it. 

"I'll tell her in person," I resolved my thoughts, "She can come back home with me on Saturday." 

I continued to write to Susan every night in my journal and became more and more anxious as the weekend drew closer.

The limousine ride to Dana's that weekend seemed to last a lifetime. The anticipation was excruciating. I was finally going to see Susan again and I was going to end this thing. I asked the driver twice to speed up. He would acknowledge my request each time but never did anything about it. 

As the car pulled up to the gate it began to open and, in perfect synchronization, we pulled in. The limo came to a stop on the backside of the circle drive and I did not wait for the diver to get the door. I was halfway up the stairs to the mansions front door before the driver was even totally out of the car. 

The Mansion looked like a castle form the outside. Two giant peeks on each side connected by a 15-foot tall custom front door. There was a dozen or so stairs that lead up to the main entrance since it was located on the second floor of the giant home. Years ago Susan and I had looked up the purchase price. The Wrights had purchased the home for 4 million dollars. Since then there had been an addition to the home, which in my conservative estimates most likely double the square footage. It looked as if two mansions, so massive in their size, had been built too close together, causing their gravitational forces between each to fuse them into one giant entity.

I remember ringing the doorbell then immediately trying the handle to see if the giant door was unlocked. It was so I stepped right in. As I entered the home I was reminded of how impressive an entrance it was. Two massive hand crafted wood staircases swept down opposite sides of each wall. Between them the room was open and one could look straight through and see the glistening water of the lake the house sat on. It was truly a spectacular sight, which would never get old. 

"Well hello Nicholas," Dana said from atop the stairs to the left.

"Only my mother calls me Nicholas," I thought. 

Dana was most definitely not old enough to be my mother. She was obviously saying it to be playful. We were only separated by a few years in age. 

She was 37 and tall for a woman, somewhere around 5'11 if I had to guess. Her long skinny legs went on forever. Her entire body was in phenomenal shape, no doubt due to countless hours spent with her personal trainer. She had participated in swim suite competitions in the past and won a fair number of them. Her hair was long a brown. It was not a dark brown but more of a golden auburn shade of brunette. She had purchased a new set of tits not too long ago and I would be very comfortable calling her a solid D cup. She had blue eyes, which I actually found very attractive and almost matched the tint found in my own exactly. The symmetry of her facial features was the envy of many women in her life. 

"Where's Susan?" I asked immediately.

Dana made her way down the stairs responding, "She is out back by the pool. I am so sorry you have not seen her. I know how hard that was for you. Susan expressed to me a few times the distress you were feeling. Also, Lauren on a few occasion conveyed to me the concern she heard in your voice."

"Yeah, well I'm going to be honest, that sucked, and I am going to speak about it with Susan as soon as I see her," I said taking a stance.

As we began to walk towards the back of the house Dana's apology continued.

"Listen, Nick. Seriously, I understand that it was hard for you and I sincerely feel bad. I don't like that it was that way for you but the indoctrination process is intense and for Susan's sake it was best she wasn't distracted," She replied.

"What are you talking about 'indoctrination process,'" I inquired, "What is the indoctrination process," I asked as we stepped out onto the immense back patio near the pool. I could see two blonde women sitting in lounge chairs in the setting sun with their backs to me. 

"You will have all of your questions answered shortly. But first I think you should talk to your wife," Dana replied.

As she spoke the two women overheard her and spun around. Both of them set down their respective reading materials and standing began to make their way over to us. I stopped in my tracks as soon as this happened. They were both of equal height, tanned, and topless. Their blonde hair was chin length and both were wearing large dark sunglasses. Having been so focused on trying to find my wife I was not expecting to see two random half naked women. 

Each of the women still had their bottoms on. One was wearing a black thong and the other was wearing regular bikini bottoms that happened to be blue in color. Both of their tits were flawless. I had to force myself to divert my gaze and turn to Dana. 

"Where's Susan," I asked somewhat sternly.

She looked at me with a knowing smile and I could not help but look back at the two topless bombshells that were fast approaching. The blonde with blue bikini bottoms was approaching at a much faster rate than the other woman. She was smiling widely and her hand was reaching for her sunglasses. 

At that moment something in the back of my mind started knocking. If I had not been so transfixed on the perfect set of boobs barreling towards me I probably would have stopped to listen to my inner conscious.

The blonde's hand was now removing her sunglasses, as she was now close enough to be invading my personal space. 

I went to take a step back when suddenly, "Nick! Baby! It's me," the gorgeous blonde exclaimed. She started to laugh and then said, "One month and you forgot your loving wife!"

I squeezed my eyes shut and quickly opening them as the blonde began to embrace me. Trying to focus better, squinting with a smushed confused look on my face, my brain was attempting to process the conflicting information from what I was seeing to what I was hearing; the sound of my wife's voice. 

Then, as it is when the brain comprehends an illusion and the world makes sense again, I responded, "Holy shit! Susan! It is you!" 

I embraced her back. Her lovely tits firmly pressed against my chest and she leaned back in our embrace to allow me a better look at her.

"What the hell! Your hair is so short! And blonde! You're so tan! I didn't recognize you!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"She looks fantastic like this doesn't she Nicholas," Dana chimed in.

"Baby! I missed you so much!" she professed as she began to kiss me. Our mouths met and our tongues danced. It felt so good to be holding her again. She smelled like sun tan lotion, which I found intoxicating. 

"Oh my God! I can't believe it is you! I missed you so much!" I said taking a breath in between kisses.

"I'm so glad you are here! I have been counting down the days since I arrived," she said, "I'm sorry if it was hard on you baby. It was hard on me too! I'm so happy! Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes and she took a step back to dam them up with her fingers before they could crest and roll down her soft flush cheeks.

"Wow! I'm speechless. I don't know where to begin. I can't believe how amazing you look! I mean you always looked amazing but there's just something different about you," I said, "But I really need to speak with you."

"I know you do baby," she responded.

"First, let me introduce you to Lauren," Dana interrupted, "Lauren has been here for 9 months now. She is my personal assistant and has been my right hand with bringing Susan into the fold."

The incredible blonde wearing the black thong stuck out her hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said as I reached out my hand behind my wife, who was now hugging me again, and shook Laurens hand. 

Lauren was beautiful, the type of beauty that creates an acute murmur in your heart. The sharp defined lines of Susan's cheekbones were in total contrast to Lauren's face. Lauren's cheeks melted flawlessly into their surrounding anatomy giving her face a rounder appearance. Her nose was slightly wider than my wife's but they seemed to share very similarly shaped jawlines and chins. The similarity to my wife's appearance was undoubtedly the reason I found her so attractive. Of course her being topless only helped.

Lauren smiled and remarked, "It is so nice I can finally put a face to the voice! And a cute face at that!"

Susan broke our embrace and stepped back, laughing as she looked at Lauren and said, "Easy now- I'm right here!" 

She turned back to me and pinched my cheek in a sarcastic manner and with a baby voice said, "He is very cute though!" 

I laughed even though the corny joke was at my expense and Dana giggled too.

"I hate to break up such a lovely reunion but we don't want to be late," Dana remarked.

"Late for what?" I asked.

Susan leaned in once more and gave me a tight hug.

Dana responded, "I'll explain in a moment. Lauren, Susan, we will see you soon. Nick, please follow me." 

"What? Wait, Susan and I need to speak!" I said very forcefully.





Carpe Diem Ch. 01



Dana was about to say something but my wife interrupted her, "Baby, we will talk, tonight, I promise but right now we have to get a few things ready, please go with Dana. We have gone an entire month what is another few minutes. Please baby, I'll talk with you very soon."

"Well, I keep hearing that," I responded frustrated. Susan leaned in to hug me and then whispered in my ear. 

"I know what you want to talk about, the answer is no, I haven't, and I wouldn't without your consent. I love you, just go, we will talk shortly." 

She kissed my mouth and took Lauren by the hand and they began to walk off together. Dana wrapped her arms around my right arm and began pulling me in the opposite direction. 

"Come now Nicholas," Dana said playfully again, "Let me show you your room."

As I was being pulled away I could not help but stare at my wife's perfect ass. I was mesmerizing ogling the crease where her butt connects to her upper thigh. It would appear and disappear as each cheek flexed then relaxed while she walked away. Both her and Lauren's tan ass bobbed up and down with each step. 

Just as I was about to turn away and follow Dana, Susan turned around and looked at me. She was biting the corner of her lip and looking down at her ass and popped her hip to make her butt unevenly rise up in the air on her next step. GOD DAMN she was so sexy. She shrugged her shoulders letting me know I had been caught looking and then turned and walked off with Lauren. I reluctantly allowed Dana to pull me back into the house and up a flight of stairs to what was now the third story of this enormous residence. 

"She looks absolutely incredible doesn't she Nick," Dana said.

"There just aren't any words," I responded. 

"Well listen. When your wife said yes to this contract it involved you as well. That means your full participation is expected. And again I know how hard the last month was for you and I can promise you that will be the longest you will have to go without seeing Susan again. I promise for the next 11 months there will never be another consecutive 4 weeks you are apart, unless it is your choice. You have my word," Dana said very seriously.

"Well I certainly appreciate that," I said.

"To prove my sincerity I want to show you something," Dana said

"Ok..." I responded hesitantly. 

She took me to a window that over looked the beautifully paved circle driveway. Parked in the circle where the limo used to be was a brand new Harley Davidson motorcycle. Chromed to the hilt and just beaming in the evening sunlight. 

"Do you see that?" Dana asked.

"Yes..." I responded still hesitant.

"That's yours. When you leave hear that's how you will get home. On that." Dana announced.

"What," I said in shock, "Are you serious!"

"Absolutely. It's yours. I hope you like it! It is a gift from me and will not come out of your monthly salary."

"Wow! I don't know what to say! Thank you so much! I don't even know how to accept something like that!"

"It's easy, the keys are in your room and when you leave you drive it home. Gift accepted." Dana said making herself giggle.

I was still staring out the window with my mouth open when I looked at her and replied, "Geez, ok then. But what do you mean my room?"

After passing numerous doors down a long hall we reached one and stopped. She opened the door and inside was a very masculine decorated room. There was a huge flat screen TV on the wall. A very manly headboard and everything seemed to be carved out of fine wood. There was a dresser, which held a silver tray. On top of the silver tray were no less than 20 bottles of cologne. Over in the corner was a wet bar better stocked than many full bars I had seen. On the far wall hung a large graphic but artistic black and white photo of two women making out.

"This is your room. I will leave you now to make yourself comfortable. Please though, take a shower and find one of the robes in your closet. Wear just the robe and meet me at the bottom of the stairs in 1 hour." 

I was in and out of the shower in no time. I was playing with the 60 plus inch T.V. on the wall and pacing around beginning to contemplate doing a little exploring on my own to kill some time when there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and Lauren was standing there. She was wearing a skinny little black dress. It looked incredibly sexy on her. Each ear bore the weight or giant pearl earring that matched her long flowing pearl necklace that disappear into her cleavage.

"Nice robe," She said sarcastically.

"Wow, you like to tease huh," I responded.

"Look here," she said as she let herself in and walked to my closet. 

She opened the opposite side which I had not bothered even checking and pulled out a much more lavish robe than the one I was wearing. A long black sick robe.

"I think you should wear this one," she said out stretching her tanned skinny arm and handing it to me.

I looked down at my white bathrobe I blushed, "OK... you're probably right."

I took it and for a moment and we just stood there. 

"Well put it on," she said.

"I'm naked under this one," I responded. 

She shot me a look that basically conveyed that she could give a flying fart.

"Ok then..." I said turning around and switching robes exposing my ass to her. 

"Whoa momma," She said shouted as she slapped my right butt cheek hard enough to leave a very clear outline of her petite hand.

"Ouch" I yelled jumping forward.

She just laughed and I quickly finished dawning the mysterious looking black silk robe. 

"What the hell is this for," I asked referring to the robe.

"Listen," she said, "Dana has a specific way of doing things. And it is all to achieve the maximum effect every time. If I just started telling you everything now, nothing would be fun later."

"I'm not sure I totally understand," I conveyed.

"What I'm trying to say is that no one is being secretive to be an asshole. We are doing it for your benefit. Relax. Go with the flow a bit. Trust me you will thank me for it later."

I though about what she said and ascertained that she was probably right. I didn't have any reason to assume otherwise.

"Ok I will," I responded, "But you have to tell me what the 'indoctrination process' is or what that means. Dana used that term earlier when referring to Susan and I would really like to know what she is talking about."

Lauren looked at me for a moment then went to the bedroom door. Looking down each side of the hall she quietly closed it. 

"Ok, sit down. She said. I have to be downstairs in a minute so I can't go over everything but what do you want to know right now."

"What is it," I asked.

"It is just what it sounds like. It is a process by which I went through when I first came here and Susan has now as well."

"Wait, you went through it too," I asked.

"Sure did," She replied exuberantly, "I'm in the same situation as Susan. I have been here for 11 months now. Next month my contract will be up and I am free to leave. I know the details of Susan's contract, all except the financial sum agreed upon of course, and mine is the exact same."

"You are married too," I asked.

"No single," she replied, "I give you two a lot of credit for doing this as a couple. I felt bad for you the first month. All those times I was talking to you. I knew that had to suck ass."

"You are sort of terse aren't you," I said interrupting the conversation.

"My potty mouth offends you Nick," she asked sarcastically.

"No, not at all, in fact I find it rather colorful."

"Colorful? Are you gay," she said laughing and going for the door.

"Oh ha-ha, wait where are you going," I asked.

"I really need to get back downstairs," she responded.

"I still know nothing about this supposed process," I said.

"Ok, I have to go but let me put it to you this way. It is sort of a 'rights of passage.' Everybody is born into a world or society with specific ideology about human sexuality. You can see the variations across multiple cross sections of cultures throughout the world right," she asked.

"Right," I said wondering where she was going with this.

"Well what Dana helped me and helped Susan do is understand these pressures, where they came from, how they effect us as sexual beings, and how our ideas and mentality about sex evolved through our own personal lives. From our parents up brining to the sexual experiences we had in the past. The indoctrination process helps you dig deep into yourself and find out who you are as a sexual being and most importantly WHY you are that way. Once your mind is free of these constraints it is up to us as individuals how we choose to move forward."

"Ok I officially have a headache," I said.

"Think about what I just explained to you. Then think about yourself, and then think about your wife. Your wife is not the same sexual being you once knew. Through her service she is beginning to learn how to be free," she explained.

With that remark, she stepped outside the door and took off down the hallway.

I lay in bed contemplating what I had just heard. Reflecting on my childhood, early adult hood, and now as a grown adult my own personal sexual conception or 'misconceptions' if you will. I felt my mind was really beginning to piece some parts of the last month together when I checked my watch. 

"Oh shit," I said out load, "Gotta get downstairs!"

As I made my way to the bottom of the steps I looked outside toward the lake. It was now completely dark outside and the light from the stars was reflecting off the lake. The lake was so still you could not tell where the sky stopped and the earth began. 

At the base of the stairs Dana was waiting. She was wearing a black dress similar to Laurens except hers went all the way to the floor whereas Laurens had stopped at her mid thigh. There was a long slit that ran up the side of her dress that stopped at the very crest of her hip. This exposed the entire length of her magnificent legs. The curve of her legs were accented by six inch pumps I could only assume were very expensive. Obviously Dana knew how to properly flaunt her assets. She took my arm again. 

"Before we go meet up with your lovely wife let me show you around a bit more. I know you have been here before but you only visited the west wing of the house. Let me show you what I have done by adding this east wing addition," Dana offered.

Over the next 30 minutes or so we walked from room to room. Each room opened up to another and each room was themed. There was a never-ending series of doors leading from one to the next all connected by a central hallway. I began to loose count. Dana had spent some time and serous money putting this all together. There was a Dungeon themed room, a room with mirrors all over, a room with nothing but huge beds, a room where the ceiling resembled the night sky, a pool, a sauna with built in seating obviously engineered in mind to accommodate various sexual positions. There was one room with six Sybians in it, and there was even a Gym. I looked at Dana when we entered the gym.

"You know how much I work out. This is my second gym here. I have a gym fetish," she said bluntly. 

Then there was the library. It was immense and full of nothing but pornography. It contained countless books, DVDs, and Blurays. There were two large televisions on each side with expansive seating to view any selection you may choose. There was also a computer with the largest monitor I had ever seen. Next to it was a laminated card with the usernames and passwords for every porn site I had ever heard of. There were pornographic statues dispersed throughout room as well historical artifacts encased in glass telling the history of human sexuality. 

Then there was the crème de la crème, a huge, expansive, elaborately decorated, ballroom. On one side there was a stage about 6 feet off the floor. I could only begin to imagine what that was used for. We walked to the side of the room and stopped at two double doors.

She slowly opened the doors and to my surprise there was not much of an apparent theme, except lavishness of course, that pertained to the small room we had begun to enter. Although it was smaller than the rest it had a very intimate feel to it. There were four over stuffed couches all facing each other. Spread apart with enough room to walk in between them. Behind the most northern couch were two large comfortable looking seats. On the southern most couch, the one facing me, Lauren was there, lightly kissing a younger looking blonde haired man. 

"What the fuck? Is it required to have blonde hair here," I thought to myself.

Susan was sitting alone on the couch to my immediate right. I went to walk over to her but Dana tightened her grip and pulled me over to one of the individual chairs. Dana sat down next to me and I looked over at Susan. She gave me a quick smile then looked over at Lauren and the mysterious blonde man. I saw a small black velvet pouch next to my wife and I wondered what was in it. Susan was almost naked wearing only skimpy lingerie that was all white with poignant black outlines. She had a garter that wrapped around her thigh atop knee high white stockings. On her feet were matching white high-heeled shoes. The shoe it self was all white but the heel was contrasted in black. Damn! She looked incredible!

The coziness of the room began to creep over me and I could faintly hear music being played from hidden speakers. There was an electric fireplace producing some light coming from the wall to my left and a handful of candles placed in groups around the room was the only other light provided. I looked over at Dana.

She looked at me and asked, "How do you feel?"

I responded with, "confused?" not knowing what was expected of me. 

Dana just nodded. 

"Look at your wife," She said.

I did. Susan was still looking at Lauren who was now softly kissing the man sitting next to her. 

"Do you like how she looks," Dana asked.

"Absolutely," I exclaimed.

"Would you like it more if you could see her breasts again," She asked.

"Yes," I said and 

Dana immediately commanded Susan to pull down the cups of her bra to expose her breasts. I watched as in the glowing dim light I could see my wife's nipples become erect. Twisting tightly they began to splash a shadow across her gorgeous chest. I began to understand the control Dana had assumed over my wife during the past month.

"Now how do you feel," Dana asked.

"I'm getting horny," I responded.

"Good," she said, "Then we are ready to begin."

Dana turned her attention to Lauren and told her to strip down to her lingerie. She stood over the man she was with and began seductively moving her body to the rhythm of the music and slowly discarded her sexy black dress.

Then Dana turned to my wife and said, "Susan..."

My wife looked over.

"You may begin," Dana announced.

Susan nodded back, and without making eye contact with me slumped down in the very comfortable looking red sofa. After she made herself comfortable her hands started slowly wandering all over her body, stopping periodically at her breasts and rubbing around her nipples. She would not actually touch her nipples though. I knew all too well they were too sensitive right now. Susan would have to wait until she was hotter to attempt to bring her nipples into play.

Lauren now down to her sexy black lacy bra and thong was straddling the man in front of her. They were giving each other pecks in between sexy stares and he was exploring her incredible sexy back. Her knees rested on the couch on either side of him. 

The look of Lauren's ass resting on his thighs must have done something to Dana. I heard her let out a soft moan and looked over in her direction. She was now undressing and reaching for a similar black velvet bag as to the one next to my wife. I took a quick look around my chair and I did not have one.

"Lauren," Dana said, "Lets get things going a bit quicker. We are on a time schedule tonight."

Lauren stood up and bent at the waist giving Dana and I an incredible view of her ass and outline of her pussy still hidden behind a tiny piece of material. She was working to undo the man trousers and began sliding them down. He helped and I immediately saw is cock spring out from underneath. He was not fully hard yet but I had a feeling Lauren was going to remedy that real soon. 

Once his pants were at his feet. Lauren stood back up and bent over in the same position as before. She gave him a quick kiss then with her right hand grabbed his cock and started kissing him all the way down his chest, licking down his stomach until she reached where she was going to focus. She slowly licked from the base of his cock to the tip, and then effortlessly engulfed him. Sliding down until she reached the base and began pulling her moth back up again. 

My cock was throbbing. Now making at tent on the front of my robe and I looked over at my wife. She was now completely topless, still sunk down into the overstuffed red couch and sitting with one leg over the arm of the couch and the other planted firmly on the floor. She had begun to rub herself though her white panties. I stole a look over at Dana and she was now completely naked working to open up the black velvet bag next to her. 

She saw me looking and asked, "Aren't you hard yet?"

I nodded my head "yes.

"Well then you need to do something about that. Start touching yourself."

I reached my hand under my robe and found my throbbing pole. I began to slowly stroking myself.

I was starring at my wife when I heard a buzzing noise coming from where Dana was sitting. I looked over and saw she had in her hand a rabbit style vibrator and was using the "rabbit ears part" of it to stimulate her clit.

She looked up at me working her pussy and said, "I didn't mean touch yourself so no one could see you. Get your cock out and stroke it. I want to see you stroking it."

I stopped my slow masturbating for a second and adjusted my robe so I was completely exposed. I looked back at Dana, she had the corner of her lower lip in between her teeth but let it go to shoot me a smile.

"Ummm, you have a nice cock," Dana mouthed seductively.

I looked away and focused my attention back on my wife. She was just getting her panties over her last heal then placed them next to her. She reached for the velvet bag and out came an identical vibrator as Danas just a different color. She looked up at me for a moment with a sultry look as she adjusted the settings to her liking. As she placed it onto her clit she diverted her gaze back over to Lauren. 

By now the blonde mans cock was fully erect. Lauren was doing a magnificent job of utilizing long strokes, coaxing the edges of saliva being deposited by her warm mouth lower and lower to cover his entire length while at the same time squeezing his balls to really get him ready. 

"How is he looking Lauren," Dana asked.

"Ughmmmm," she responded as her mouth made a loud suction noise as she came off of his now giant prick. 

"I want to fuck it," she said with a raspy, whinny voice as she inhaled deeply and pulling some much needed oxygen into her lungs.

Dana looked at me and I looked back at her. 

"I have worked with this talent for quite awhile now. He is a good person and I have an extremely professional relationship with him. His cock is 9 inches long on a bad day. How bad do you want to see that get buried into Laurens pussy?" Dana asked.

I was too shy to reply but the look on my face said it all.

"How about you Susan," Dana said looking in towards Susan.

"Oh yes! Dana, let her fuck it. She's ready and I am dying to see it," Susan replied. 

As my wife finished giving her answer she took her left hand and moved it down to her dripping pussy. She used her index finger and middle finger to part he beautiful lips and then brought her right hand down with the vibrator and slowly started working it in until it was hubbed. She carefully placed the outer vibrator onto her clit and I saw her press a few buttons on the stock, no doubt changing up the sensations she was forcing her body to experience.




Carpe Diem Ch. 01



"Fuck him Lauren," Dana commanded.

Lauren immediately popped up, turned and faced me. Slowly walking backwards to sit down on the enormous cock caused her to arch her back as she leaned into position. This made her chest and ass stick out in their respective planes and created such an incredibly sexy pose. I felt a twitch in my balls. Her long pearl necklace was hanging between her tits as she began lowering herself down for her pussy to meet up with the head of his manhood.

She looked up and made eye contact with Dana as I could see her hand behind her, searching and finally wrapped around his shaft and moving it into position. Once she found the trajectory she wanted she sat down and stood up three or four times. Each time accepting more of his member into her until finally all that was left to see was a small triangle at the base of his penis and his large heavy balls. 

Once she had reached maximum penetration her pussy began its slow ascent and her squatting increased in speed and intensity. At the top of her ascent each time she would slightly rotate her hips forward towards Dana and I giving us an incredible view of her filled pussy. She looked over at Susan and they locked eyes. Laurens mouth was open as she began to moan each time she bottomed out and the tip of his cock massaged her cervix. My wife gave her a knowing nod and opened her mouth too as she started breathing heavier.

By now I could tell my wife was getting seriously horny. Her free hand was pulling on one of her nipples while the other was briskly moving the vibrator in and out of her glistening pussy.

"That's it Lauren. Keep working him," Dana said.

"OOOHhhh yeah, yeeesss ma'am," Lauren hissed.

"OH god it feels so good! Mmmmmmm god it feels good," Lauren exclaimed as she took a moment to swirl her hips around a few times in clockwise motion with his cock buried deep in her.

"Fuck yeah," She said louder as she was now working herself into a feverish pace. Popping up and down on his tool, taking great care to utilize the entire length he had to offer. 

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Lauren was repeating every time she bottomed out. 

At this point her thrusts were becoming violent enough she had to grab both her breasts to stop them from flying around so wildly. 

I spun my head to look at my wife and she was matching Laurens pace with her vibrator. Her arms pressed her breast tightly together as her chest wise rising and falling steadily. She was now using both hands to thrust her toy in and out of her throbbing pussy. 

My cock began to leak. Pre-cum caused my dick to glisten in the light just like the three wet pussies I was surrounded by were. 

Dana for a moment had her head tilted back enjoying herself when she quickly snapped it up and looked over at Susan. 

"Susan," she said.

"Yes Dana," Susan replied.

"Where are you?"

"I'm a solid ten," Susan said as she exhaled hard from the pleasure that was now coursing through her body. 

"Good, keep it there. I want you to wait until Lauren is done," Dana commanded.

"Yes Ma'am," Susan responded with out breaking her attention from her own pussy.

I looked at Dana with an inquisitive look as to what just took place in that brief conversation.

"I was asking her how horny she was, on a scale of one to ten, ten being that moment when anything goes. You know what I mean," Dana asked raising one eyebrow slightly more than the other and cocking her head to one side.

I affirmed my understanding by responding, "I'm a ten too!"

Dana let out a soft laugh and said, "Good, then we are ready to move on."

"Lauren," Dana said in an authoritative tone, "Cum on his cock. Just how you are now and do it before he does. I need him longer and you need to come over and help me."

"OH yes!" She shouted as she exhaled hard making the end of the word sound like a snake hissing, "I'm...there...now."

"Remember to announce it when it's happening darling," Dana reminded her.

"Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh," Was her initial response, "I will." she said again exhaling hard as she was obviously near climax.

Susan had her head pulled back causing her to arch her back. The vibrator was buried deep in her pussy and you could tell she was barley hanging on. 

"Ah! I'm cuming!" Lauren cried out.

"Oh, uh, ah, ah, fuck yes oh god!" she screamed and then followed it up with a number of low guttural growls and very loud exhausted breathing. 

As her pace slowed and she was obviously now starting to experience an extreme post orgasmic calm she slowly decelerated to being completely still, just sitting on the pole than she just used for such an enjoyable release. She only stayed that way for a moment and then quickly popped up as if she was already energized and ready for another session. As she hopped off, the hired talents soaked cock fell against his abs. Lauren briskly walked over to Dana and I. While passing she gave a soft touch to my shoulder than sat down on the floor directly next to Dana. 

"Please stand up," she directed her hired cock.

He did immediately and I felt someone staring at me. I looked over and my wife was now laying on her left side looking directly at me. Her toy was out and discarded next to her but her right arm snaked around her back and she was softly caressing her pussy from behind. As she looked at me my heart began to slam in my chest. I could hear it beating loudly in my ears and I began to develop a slight tremor, almost a shiver in my entire body. 

At that moment it all clicked. I understood the look. It was the same look I saw a month ago when she accepted the contract over the phone. The look she had when climbing into the limousine, it was the look that my subconscious had been screaming at me to pay attention to but I had not completely yet. I could not remember ever seeing it before. All the years I had know her, through dating and marriage, it was absent. Now, however was a different story all together. It was not just a glint as before, but now, staring back at me, hypnotizing me, forcing me to face it. 

"The indoctrination process," I thought, "I get it now." 

It was the look of pure lust. Pure pleasure, pure raw sexuality most people will never experience. Not the "I'm horny and I need a cock now," but the "I'm horny and I want a cock forever. I want to fuck now, fuck forever, and I will do anything and everything I want or need to do to get it. It was as Dana had found a small brush fire in my wife and fanned it into a raging inferno. My wife's whole body, her whole aura, the whole essence of her being exuded sex. 

I stopped touching myself out of shock. I was frozen. It is a good thing I had stopped because I almost came just from my epiphany. I now understood. This is what Dana had done to my wife. Laurens words from earlier echoed in my head, "Your wife is not the same sexual being she once was." 

This one gaze reached out and grabbed me. It was holding me tight in its lustful grasp and it was not letting go. It was a sensation I had never experienced before. 

Dana somewhere at sometime in her life had learned how to find this in someone and knew how to cultivate and it. It became obvious to me in the moments to come that my wife had been a quick learner.

"Go over to Susan," Dana commanded the hired gun.

"Susan," she asked, "Are you ready?"

"Oh yes. I have been ready," Susan replied then she looked at me. 

"Are you ready baby," She asked, "Will you cum with me?" 

My mouth was dry and I could not get my tonged dislodged from the roof of it. I just grabbed the base of my cock and nodded.

"Oh..." Susan whined as she took her hand away from her pussy and placed it onto her breast. 

"Baby I want you to cum with me," she said, "We are going to cum together okay?" She said nodding her head.

I again was only able to nod back, still frozen. I could feel my body melting into my seat as the fully torqued, extremely horny hired gun walked over to her. He didn't need any further direction from Dana. He knew what was to happen. Fuck, this probably was not even the first time he has been in this situation. 

Dana and Lauren exchanged knowing looks. Confirming to each other that they both knew the levels of sexual pleasure I was about to encounter for the first time. This was enough to give Dana to her first powerful orgasm of the evening. 

My shiver intensified and the world around me drifted away. I could faintly hear Dana moaning as now Lauren was helping her by gingerly sucking on her tits and kissing all over her body.

The blonde man knelt on the couch next to my wife. He grabbed his hug cock and pushed it down to achieve the angle he needed.

"No let me," My wife said snaking her arm back around behind. As soon as I saw her touch him my heart skipped a beat. My vision stared to narrow and I consciously began to fight the urge to pass out. My arms began tingling as if they were about to fall asleep. 

"Oh my God," Was all my brain could think.

"Start stroking along with me ok baby," Susan said looking up at me while her hand pulled the man closer.

She switched her attention to what was about to happen. She started guiding and pulling him even closer. The head of his manhood was now only millimeters away from the entrance to my wife's pussy. My wife's pussy!! Holy shit this was happening, so many fantasies about this over the years and so many emotions just in the last thirty days. I had thought this had happened. It had not. I was going to be here to experience it with my wife. I now understood this was Danas plan all along. Holy fuck! The effect it was having on me- indescribable! 

Then, all of a sudden, his head disappeared. He pulled back out some at my wife's direction and then came forward again. My wife must have been so wet. The second pass he was able to bottom out. My wife now fully encompassed around his member let out a loud sigh, arched her back and stretched her arms out above her head. 

"Oh God," she said as she let out a low moan.

For a moment he just sat there. Allowing her pussy to adjust to his size and allowing for us to comprehend this changing moment in our lives together. 

Then he started moving. Slowly at first and, just as Lauren had done, my wife was making sure to take advantage of his entire length. Sinking her hips into the couch then slightly rising up to meet his thrusts.

I matched the pace of his thrusts on my throbbing member.

His pace slowly built to a steady hump and I noticed my wife was now really getting into it. Her eyes were open and she was staring down at her pussy, watching as he slid in and out. His cock was lighting up in the dim light from the wetness of my wife. Breathing heavily and holding her perfect breasts she formed an "O" with her mouth and exhaled loudly as another wave of pleasure took hold of her. 

"Nick," Dana said shakily, obviously fighting to control her tone during the throws of her own immense pleasure, "Talk to her."

I looked back at my wife and did not know what to say. She was starring at me with those lust filled eyes again and she broke the silence first.

"Baby," she said in a whiny tone drawing out the vowel.

"Yeah baby," I said confirming I understood her state, "Does that feel good?"

"Fuck yeah, so good," She said with a pause in the middle from being distracted by building waves of pleasure washing over her.

"Oh baby, tell me how good it feels."

"Oh god nick, it feels so fucking good. I'm so fucking horny right now," was her response through gritted teeth. The muscles in her neck were flexing and I knew she wanted to cum badly.

"Oh tell me how horny you are baby?"

"Oh I'm so horny I want to fuck this cock. I want to fuck the hell out of this cock. I don't ever want to stop fucking this cock!"

My wife never spoke this way. I had never heard her be so forceful and so vulgar. It was intoxicating! 

"OH yeah! Uh, uh, uh, fuck me! Yeah! Uh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes," she was shouting loudly. She never was ever this loud before either. She was continuing to stare at me in between long hard blinks she was attempting to control the feelings crashing through her entire body.

The sight of her in this much pleasure was getting to be too much for me to handle. I had never, ever, in my life experienced such a level of pure lust!

"Oh baby I'm dying over here," I announced.

"Oh yes," She screamed as her eyes were now rolling back into her head.

"Are you going to cum baby," I asked excitedly.

"Oh! I want to cum so bad," she responded again with a low forced growl.

Dana interrupted and asked, "How close are you Susan?"

"Oh, it's, immanent," she said in-between gasps and moans. 

Her left arm was bent at a 90-degree angle and her hand was holding on to the edge of the sofa white knuckled. Her eyes were now tightly closed and her toes were beginning to curl tightly. Her brain was being overrun by the pleasure she was experiencing and she was loosing control. 

Dana noticed this and interrupted with another command, "Move over here in front of us now."

My wife did not waste any time jumping up and leading her new lover by the hand to the couch in front of us. She knelt on the couch. Facing us and grabbed the back of it for support. She shot around to her cock toy and made a hurried motion with her hand. Obviously she wanted that thing back in her and she wanted it back in now. He quickly obliged and in only a few thrusts was right back to the rhythm they were just at. She raised up a bit so his cock was hitting the places she desired which made her breasts hang at just the right height to cause her nipples to rub on the back of the couch. With each thrust they were being toyed with, rubbing back and forth, on the soft red cloth covering the sofa.

"Uh god! Fuck baby," Susan said looking right at me.

"His cock feels so good! Show me your cock baby," She gingerly demanded.

I took my hand off and gave her a complete view of myself.

"God that makes me want to cum so bad," Susan confessed

"Oh baby I'm dying here," was all I could think to respond.

"Are you close Nick," She asked.

"So close baby girl! Are you?"

"Yes, I, uh, oh, fuck, ok.... c'mon nick I want you to cum with me," said exclaimed as she obviously reached the point of no return. There was nothing she could do to hold back what was coming now.

"Ok," I yelled feverishly starting to beat off.

"Listen," Dana said sharply interrupting, "I'll count down for you two."

"Ok," Susan acknowledged like she had done this with Dana before.

"Pffffff" was the sound Susan made letting out a gasp of air between her pursed lips.

"Ready..." Dana began. "Ten" "Nine" "Eight" "Seven" "Six" "Five" "Four," Dana counted in a steady pace then purposefully slowed down.

"Oh fuck! C'mon let me cum," Susan pleaded. 

She stared intently at my cock. Without breaking her gaze she began to throw herself into the cock behind her synchronizing with his forward thrusts so she could be penetrated as deep as possible. Her breasts swung wildly and crashed into the backside of the sofa. My brain for a moment jumped into the recesses of my mind and found an image I had built of my wife so many years ago. Susan with her friend Kevin, in college, being fucked doggy style after their shower together. This was my fantasy incarnate. My brain swirled and the erotic pleasure coursing through my being was enough to separate my soul from my body.

"Please let me cum," Susan begged, ripping me from my flashback. 

Susan looked up at me and I looked into her eyes. Her face was flush and she had a small line of perspiration on her forehead.

"Yeah Nick pump your cock baby! Pump your cock and cum for me!" 

Dana picked up where she left off. 

"Three"

"Two"

"CUM!" She said quickly.

Susan began screaming and squinted her eyes closed tight. Ropes of hot cum began shooting from my cock and into oblivion. 

"Yes," Susan was said slowly draw out with an extremely shaky voice.

"Yes ughhh," She growled still sounding very shaky.

"Ah, ah, ah," she sighed. Her orgasm lasted longer than any I had ever seen her have. It racked her mind and body.

"Um, oh my..." Susan said softly as she laid her head on the back of the sofa resting as she began to come down from her orgasmic heights.

"Susan he's ready," Dana said.

My wife quickly flipped over and leaned back into the lush sofa. As she was turning the hired cock was stroking himself crazily and as soon as my wife was settled, and not a moment later, he erupted onto her. The first long rope landed and stretched from her belly button, between her tits, to the base of her neck. The next tsunami, which was equally as impressive, slammed into her left nipple. Several more shots splattered out leaving her entire stomach area dotted with his hot jizz. 

Susan used her left hand to rub the semen that landed on her left nipple around, massaged it in, covering her entire breast with it. Her right hand was cupping her pussy, just holding it and allowing it too relax from what it had just experienced. 

As I watched as Susan continued moving his massive load around her sexy body. Picking some up on her index finger she slowly started moving her hand towards her mouth when Lauren interrupted my "voyuering." She was at my side with a warm moist towel. Obscuring my view she started to clean me up.

"Stand up," She said.

I did as she asked but quickly careened my head around her just in time to see my wife lick her index finger as if it were a lollypop. She looked up and smiled at her boy toy. I was receiving my millionth shock of the day. My wife had never eaten cum before. In the past whenever I came anywhere but her pussy I would always have to run and grab her something to clean up with. Standing in awe of this incredible sexual being I began to second-guess if this was really my wife. Masturbating openly, fucking another man, talking so dirty, being loud, cumming like I had never seen before, and now to top it off she was taking time to enjoy his cum. 

She reached down to her belly for a second time and coated the tip of her index finger with an even bigger glob than before. Again she brought her finger to her mouth and placed it deep towards the back of her tongue. Her Cheeks hollowed and her mouth made a faint "pop" sound as she pulled her finger out. She had sucked it clean. Still smiling at her fuck buddy I realized she had not glanced over at me yet.

"Follow me," Lauren said. 

"Where are we going," I asked.

"Nick C'mon, that was just an appetizer, now we move to the main course." She cryptically explained.

I began to walk with Lauren and looked back and Dana. She was smiling widely. Partly because of her own climax but also because she knew what she had just done for Susan and I.

"Wait a minute," I said and walked over to my wife. 

She lay there still basking in a sea of dissipating lust. I leaned over and gave her a sloppy passionate kiss that broke her gaze for the first time. As we were tonging the smell of her perfumed sweaty body and his semen flooded into my nostrils. Then I noticed the smell had engulfed the entire room. The scent of cum and sex was heavy in the air. My cock began to spring to life again. 

"What's happening to me," I thought, "I'm never get this horny immediately after I cum." 

"Nick, come with me," Lauren said again as she grabbed my robe for me. We are just on time.

"I love you baby," I said to my wife as sincerely as I could.

"Whew," she sighed, "That was amazing! I love you too, and I will see you shortly."

Lauren grabbed my hand and we made our way out of the room. 

"Are they going to fuck again," I asked Lauren.

She smirked, "Oh yes, but not just now. You'll be there for it."

Upon hearing this, my dick became fully erect again hidden behind my elegant robe.




Carpe Diem Ch. 02



We lay there kissing for a while, coming down from our high. I felt incredibly thirsty so I got up and went for a pee and a glass of water. The glasses in hotel bathrooms always taste of chlorine or something, so I went to pick up the whisky glasses. A lone ice-cube, melted down to a transparent triangle, floated in the bottom of one glass and gave me an idea.

Back from the bathroom, I gulped my water and handed my serious man his glass. I sat on the bed next to him and used the tips of my long fingernails to stroke his thick thigh covered in wiry hairs. His limp and still-glistening cock twitched and fell back against his leg.

He drained his glass and said, "I'm not sure I'm ready to rise to the occasion again yet."

I smiled. There's nothing I love more than a good challenge. Climbing up on the bed, I straddled him, grinding my pussy onto his lower belly. Partly it was to stimulate myself. Partly it was for the pleasure of just spreading our mixed juices around. Slippy-slideyness and the scent of cum are part of the fun of shagging. His hands rested on my hips, gently stroking up and down, and I bent over to kiss him, my full breasts dangling on his chest. He was a great kisser. As his lips moved over mine, and his tongue ran across my teeth, I felt myself getting newly wet.

His hands reached up to grab my tits, which had been teasing his chest as we kissed. My nipples were hard and sensitive to the touch of his thumbs circling over the areolae.

I pulled my mouth from his, "Oh no you don't," I told him firmly, "this is my show."

I slid my body backwards and used my knees to push his legs apart so I could lie between them. The nature of our first encounter had meant that I hadn't really investigated his equipment properly. And that was a shame, because there is nothing so fascinating to a woman as a man's genitals. I rested my chin on my hands and looked over his meat and two veg.

His balls were hanging low and I ran my finger over the roundness of them, their smoothness interrupted by the little hairs. I put my finger in my mouth, coating it nicely with my saliva and did it again, then moved it up to stroke the wrinkly skin that held them. I looked up at my man, propped on the pillows and watching me, bemused. As I watched him watching me, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick. I knew this would probably get him going -- I have a very long tongue and he would be able to see clearly what I was doing. Round and round. Under and over. Each in turn. Then under again to flick one into my mouth and suck on it ever so gently, like a sweet, big gobstopper. Not that he would know what that was. On this continent, they call them jawbreakers. 

On to the next one. It is truly an amazing feeling to know you have so much power over a man, I thought, as I gently raked my teeth over the skin of his testicle. I felt a contraction and saw his cock had begun to rise -- not so much, just a tad, two thirds still flopping over. Good. I didn't want to overdo it. My aim was to get him hard in my mouth. I cupped his balls in my cool hand (my hands are always cool), and gave them a little squeeze before running my thumb back up those wrinkles I find so intriguing and slipping my thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft. I shifted my body up to get my head closer, and used both hands to straighten his cock.

My tongue came out again and I rolled it around the head, before closing my lips over it. He was breathing deeply and his eyes seemed to be saying something I couldn't quite make out. Just a little suck, like when you first put that popsicle in your mouth, then open your mouth, roll your tongue around the head again, pull it gently through your teeth, then suck again. Oh my! It was working. I felt him thicken slightly under my hand. I licked down the side, moving my tongue in and out of my mouth to work up saliva, pushing the hardened tip of my tongue into the yielding muscle, feeling the veins underneath start to fill with blood.

Round the base to the underside, dipping my tongue between those folds I like so much and back up, pushing the tip of my tongue in again at intervals. I took the head in my mouth again and, this time, lowered my face so his cock slid completely into my mouth. I moved my tongue over the surface of his skin and sucked gently but firmly. Mmmm. He was still soft, but getting harder and thicker as I moved my mouth up and down, and my tongue round and round.

He was longer now so I started to move my fingers up and down and around the base of his shaft, massaging him, encouraging him to grow inside my mouth. He began to moan and I looked up at him again, still watching me, his lips parted, his chest visibly rising and falling. I sucked harder and stroked my lips more quickly over him, pushing his head up to my palate and back to the softness of my throat, where I swallowed.

He was almost completely erect now. I couldn't close my fingers around his shaft anymore, and I couldn't take him in completely without gagging, but I kept on working him: sucking, licking, breathing hot, humid breath over him, pushing at his veins and the underside of the head with the taut tip of my tongue, forcing it into the slit of his head, raking my teeth over the smooth skin. All the while I was massaging the lower shaft, pressing the base with my fingers. I was loving it!

He was moving his pelvis now and I had to adjust my timing to him: up and down, in and out, now and then a little deeper. Suck and pull. Squeeze and push. Suck and pull. Squeeze and push. I could feel him swelling and I doubled my efforts. Harder, deeper. I was practically gagging but I knew that wasn't a bad thing for him. Harder, deeper. And then he came and I clamped my lips around his shaft, pulling and milking him as his sweet, yes, sweet, only slightly salty semen spurted into my mouth. Once, twice, three, oh yes, four times!

I held his cum in my mouth, pushing my lips down his shaft to pull up a final time and let him drop out. I raised my head and got up on all fours, straddling him again, all the while looking into his eyes as he lay there, spent. I ran my tongue over my lips and a little escaped from my mouth, running down my chin. I swallowed noisily, and smiled like the cat that got the cream. Which after all is exactly what I was.

"You're good," he said breathlessly.

Oh yes, I am. Except when I'm bad. I smiled again and bent to kiss him deep so he could share the taste of himself.

***

I rolled off him and stretched out like that same proverbial cat, arms over my head, toes pointed, separating my vertebrae and popping my shoulders. Smug? Who me?

I felt his finger tracing my body slowly: down from the collarbone, between my breasts and under and round each one in a figure of eight, back over a nipple, pausing to rub around and over, trailing back to the other, around and over. His finger was soft but quite wide. He had a man's hands -- strong and, apparently, capable, if I was to judge from the warmth I was feeling in my crotch.

I opened my eyes to look up at him as he continued his tracing. His touch was assured and his eyes gleamed with what I can only describe as mischief. It was slightly worrying but hugely exciting at the same time. He was lying on his side, his head propped on his hand.

"Pretty satisfied with yourself, eh?" he enquired, starting to concentrate more specifically on my nipples and bringing his thumb into play.

I laughed, "It certainly was a lot of fun. You didn't enjoy it?" He didn't rise to my provocation but carried on calmly looking at me and gently rolling the nubs of my tits. I turned on my side to face him.

"You're a naughty girl," he began again.

"I know," I replied smugly.

"Say it," he commanded, his eyes glinting.

"I'm a naughty girl, " I giggled.

"This is no laughing matter," he said with mock severity pulling so hard on my nipple it made me gasp. "Say it again."

"I'm a naughty girl," I tried again, attempting to look subdued.

"A very naughty girl -- say it."

"A very naughty girl," I repeated, pouting slightly.

"And you know what that means, don't you?" I didn't, but I was definitely looking forward to finding out. I shook my head for dramatic effect. "I'm going to have to punish you -- severely."

The last word was accompanied by a hard pull on my nipple, making me gasp again and my pussy contract, wetting the tops of my thighs. He let go of my tit and reached his hand over to spank my bottom hard. I wasn't expecting it and I let out a cry.

He pushed himself up and climbed over me off the bed. I rubbed my ass where he'd slapped me and propped myself on my elbows to see what he was doing. He was picking my stockings up from the floor where I'd shed them on my earlier trip to the bathroom. This was looking interesting, but I hoped he didn't ladder them; they'd cost me 25 bucks!

Throwing his leg back over me, he put his hands under my buttocks and shifted me more to the centre of the bed. Then he took one of my stockings, stretched it out showily between his hands and tied it around my wrist. He pushed my hand above my head, then got off the bed pulling on the other end of the stocking. I turned my head to watch him, wondering to what he was going to tie the other end -- hotel bedrooms are disappointingly ill equipped for this sort of thing. He'd obviously cased the joint properly though, and knotted the other end of my stocking around the knob of the bedside table drawer.

Back on the bed, he repeated the show: stretch out the stocking, knot it round the wrist, raise the arm above the head, tie the stocking to the drawer knob. I watched him, pulling my lower lip between my teeth, feeling my insides contract.

He frowned at me, (I loved that crease in the centre of his forehead), "And now I'm going to punish you... and make you scream."

Yes! I wanted to shout. Yes! Please! But I reckoned it would spoil the moment. And then I remembered. Taking my cue from Brer Rabbit, I implored him, "Please sir! Whatever you do, please don't use the ice cubes!"

He raised his eyebrows and was obviously trying not to grin. "Maybe I should get you nice and hot and eat you!"

(Yes! Excellent!) "Do whatever you please! Only please don't use the ice cubes!"

Still frowning at me, he eased backwards off the bed and turned towards the minibar. My inner thighs and bush were soaked with my thick juices by now. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.

I felt his hand caress my inner thigh from my knee upwards, gently pushing first one leg aside, then the other -- not too far, just comfortably. Then his wide fingers gently splayed my outer lips, caressing my clitoris gently, in passing. The sudden chill of the ice cube on my clit almost made me cum immediately. I moaned loudly as he stroked the cube round and round my womanhood, the melted water running down inside me, mingling with my juices. My buttocks clenched as my pussy walls did, and I felt that little black hole of intense energy build near my cervix. The muscles in my stomach and torso began to contract and I could hardly breathe.

"Scream for me!" he shouted, and I did.

"Aaghooohhhh!" as my body shuddered, and what seemed like a waterfall spilled out of me onto the sheets.

There was a slight pause as I lay there panting, and I assumed the first ice cube had melted when I felt something harder and colder pushing into the resistance of my still-contracted vagina, its surface melting on contact with the heat of my pussy and its juices. The chill relaxed my muscles allowing the cube to rub against my g-spot. I moaned again and again, my muscles pushing the rapidly-melting ice out and his finger pushing it back in. Like a snowball in hell, the ice cube stood no chance.

But there was no pause before a second one popped into me. Ah! An organised man! That in itself was a turn-on. The sensation of cold on my burning hot nerve endings was phenomenal. I felt myself clench again, sucking the ice cube inside me, gasping from the deliciousness of chill and heat mixing, and then something else -- what? His finger, two fingers I think, sliding in and out of me, and oh God! I'm sure that was his tongue getting in on the action too. Yes! And now his tongue was on my clitoris, his fingers rubbing just inside my pussy, now deeper, now back on my g-spot, stroking so artfully, deeper again, now shallower, and sucking my clit. Oh God! I could hear the squelching of my juices as his fingers stroked in and out of me. I wanted to grab something: my hair, my tits, the sheets, but I couldn't because my hands were tied. Oh God! My vaginal walls were expanding, his fingers upped tempo, he sucked my clit harder. Oh God! Oh God! I was going to cum again! My stomach muscles contracted. "OOOOOHHHHH!" I screamed and squirted into his mouth.

His hands were under my ass, raising me up to his mouth. He was lapping me up, his tongue all over my clitoris and inner lips, inside me now, sucking me, drinking me as I came again and -- Oh sweet Jesus! -- again, clamping my thighs to the side of his head. My body was shaking uncontrollably and I was sure I was laddering my bloody stockings, but he kept on going, his nose pushing against my clit, his tongue and lips guzzling me. One more orgasm, smaller this time, made me moan as if I was losing all the breath in my body. The French call it "la petite mort" -- the little death -- and God, I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.

I opened my eyes to see him lowering himself on top of me. His cock was proud once again but I wasn't sure if I could take it right now. I was feeling so light-headed, so completely drained. But he untied my wrists, kissing me deeply so I tasted my own sweet juices, gently stroking my body as I calmed and regained my senses.

"I'm so glad I let you talk me into this," he whispered.

"That was just... mind-blowing," I whispered back, "thankyou, thankyou."

***

It was at times like these that I wished 1) you could still smoke in hotels and 2) I still smoked. I raised his hand to my mouth to lick my cum off his fingers instead. We talked.

I told him that I had not, in fact, been bedded for quite some months, since I'd kicked my last boyfriend out for being an asshole. He joked that that explained my zeal tonight. He told me that since his last serious relationship had ended a couple of years ago, he'd been shy about committing himself again. He actually blushed when he admitted that for about a year he'd had three lovers he saw each on a different night, once a week -- all 'nice arrangements', no strings attached. One was even married. Was it the blushing, or the images flashing through my head of him fucking each of these three women every which way, week after week, that was making me feel really horny again?

Now was not the time for self-psychoanalysis. I reached down between us and started stroking his dick with one hand and my clit with the other -- slowly (my right-left coordination's not that great). He was a little pliable in my hand, given that we'd been chatting for a while. He was still talking to me, regretting he'd told me, apologising for not being more respectful of my feelings. Such gentlemanly behaviour was even more of a turn-on.

"Shut the fuck up and screw me senseless," I said, kissing him.

Sometimes you just need to know how to talk to a man. He pulled my leg over him, and ran his fingers down the cleft of my ass to find the warm wetness underneath. He was growing rapidly hard in my hand, and the touch of his fingers at the entrance to my pussy, setting off the sensors in my inner labia, was making me quite as ready to welcome him home.

Suddenly he rolled me forcefully over to his other side, hopped off the bed, flipped me onto my stomach and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me ass-first towards him. On all fours now, I turned my head back towards him, to see better. His hands played over my buttocks, separating them, assessing the situation. Was the bed too low or he too tall? I didn't have time to figure it out before his forearms snaked around my middle and he lifted me off the bed, propelling me towards the table.

The surface was cold against my tits and stomach, sending a shiver through me, half from the chill, half from excitement. It was more difficult to see him from this angle, but I felt his hands again splay my ass and his fingers check in an almost clinical fashion whether I was ready to receive him. Or maybe he was just enjoying the sight of my glistening pussy. The touch of his hand made my insides contract, as if trying to swallow him up. I waited in anticipation but, unexpectedly, I felt his shaft against my tail bone, his torso on my back, and his hot breath in my ear.

"Do you want me?" he murmured sultrily, digging his fingers into my buttock.

I inhaled sharply, "yes." 

"Say it louder."

"Yes, I want you!" It was hard to talk loudly with his nails raking my ass flesh.

"What do you want me to do?" So menacing. So hungry. So hot!

"Fuck me!!" I shouted. "Fuck me!!!"

His hand left my rear and his body raised from mine, his other hand sliding down my side to my hip. I felt his head circling my opening and he slid oh-so-slowly, oh-so-sweetly inside me, then, "agh!" he slammed up hard against my cervix. My body quivered, my eyes closed, and pussy juices sloshed over his groin.

His knees pushed my legs closed and his hand pressed on the middle of my back forcing my torso to move up the table's surface and my hips to tip forward slightly. He pulled out again slowly, almost all the way, and then -- bang! -- shafted me good and proper a second time, his hands steadying my hips. I moaned loudly. He gyrated his hips, massaging my insides, gave two short thrusts and then pulled out slowly again. I bit my hand; he was driving me wild.

Back in again, slowly this time, withdrew lazily, slid in again, out again, finding a tantalising rhythm that made me mew like that cat I mentioned earlier. My vaginal walls began expanding and contracting, and my abdominal muscles started to work overtime. He could feel it and worked more quickly, drowning his cock in me, stroking me to ecstasy. My head rose from the table as my back arched and I cried out in utter joy, my body in spasms and my cum running down my thighs.

He pressed into my clenched canal, moaning himself now, "you feel...so good,...so warm,...so soft."

I breathed heavily, his words like music to my ears. I began gyrating my hips a little -- not too much -- just enough to add to the sensations without throwing off the rhythm of his strokes. God! It was wonderful! My body was on fire and I could feel sweat pearling between my breasts. The electricity tingling throughout me began to converge again on my middle as his balls slapped against my thighs and his dick plunged in to me over and over. "Oh God!" I exclaimed, breathing faster, feeling him stroke more urgently, more deeply, willing myself to hold on just a little bit longer so he could catch up. And then I felt him swell, felt his scrotum contract, and I let the waves of pleasure roll over me, as he slammed into me again and again, roaring his satisfaction.

I lay there panting as his torso lowered across my back, feeling the final spasms of my own body and his, his hands reaching up to entwine his fingers in mine and his mouth nuzzling into my hair. Neither of us spoke, savouring the moment of utter calm and satedness. He felt so good inside me that I felt we could stay like that forever. Did I just think that? After only one night? What had he done to me?

When finally our relaxed muscles caused him to slip out of me, we lay together spooned on the bed, the sheets pulled up to protect us from the early-morning chill. The sun was coming up and it was finally time to rest.

When the maid unlocked room 473 at 10.30 am, she took one look at the clothes strewn across the floor and furniture (was that a pair of panties on the desk lamp?), reached her hand behind the knob for the "Do not disturb" sign and gently closed the door again.



Carpe Diem Ch. 02



They came and took down the village chief swiftly; destroyed a sixty-year-old village, without warning. Once the leader was dispatched, the Imperial Soldiers of Emora began to make their way through the village people. The old and sick were immediately annihilated and their bodies were taken to the river for a watery grave. 

They seemed to be looking for something and after two hours of pillaging, it became clear. Only the young were spared, male and female alike. They were put in separate cages, like animals. Some wives and husbands tried to reach for each other through the solid steel bars, but when the metal didn't give way, and their fingers didn't touch, they were reduced to crying; true wailing. Praying for a solution, or a faster way home to their gods in the afterlife.

The soldiers gathered five young girls and held them in what was once the Chieftain's hut. Skins of leopard and tiger covered the walls of the hut, for decorative purposes. Animal blubber lined the cutout windows to prevent drafts. There was a mass of pillows and sheets in the middle of the room, where most of the girls chose to sit on, crying, as they awaited their fates.

One girl- the only one with golden skin and black hair that cascaded down her shoulders in thick spirals- had her head bent in shame; eyes dry. She was more concerned that the soldiers had ripped off her tribal sari, a sign of her virginity and devotion to the gods, leaving her naked and exposed.

A soldier with hands as grimy as they were rough slapped her cheek and gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at his slightly scarred face. He would have been handsome if not for the sneer that curled his thin lips. He said something to her in his foreign language. Layla stared at him blankly. The soldiers close enough to hear smirked at her lasciviously, giving her a clue to what the soldier had said. 

The man in front of her repeated himself, and this time reached out and grabbed her firm breast in his dirty palm. Layla shrieked and pulled herself out of his grip in disgust, stumbling and falling onto the bed of pillows next to the other girls, who quickly scooted out of the way in fear. 

The soldier laughed and took a step towards her, teasing. When Layla flinched slightly, he chuckled again and began walking toward her, malicious intent clear. As he came closer, Layla panicked and did the first thing she could think of.

She spat in his face.

The soldier stood frozen as her saliva dripped down his face, and the room was silent, everyone watching the scene in anticipation.

Someone broke the silence by laughing, which proved to be contagious amongst the soldiers, as they all one by one started laughing.

The soldier in front of her growled something angrily in his language and leapt forward, ready to grab for her throat when someone pushed him aside, knocking him off balance. The soldiers guffawed loudly as the intruder shouted at the floor bound soldier, scolding him.

Layla stared in part fascination at the man who had just intercepted what could have been a very violent scene. He wasn't too tall, but he was broad along the shoulders. He had unruly tufts of blond hair on his head, none of the likes she had seen among her fellow clansmen. He had a handsome face, not yet worried with lines of aging. 

His eyes, which she saw when he turned his attention back to her, were a vibrant hazel. He bent down closer to her and whispered, "Promise me you won't spit into Alex's face anymore."

Blinking owlishly in surprise, she nodded slowly.

The man with hazel eyes smiled. "I'm Hadrian, what is your name?" "Layla." One of the soldiers grunted in annoyance and muttered something. Hadrian turned his eyes in that direction and snapped at him. The other man quieted. 

Layla glanced at the other girls, who were watching her also and gathered the courage to ask, "What is going to happen to us?"

Hadrian looked weary, as if he wasn't supposed to answer before saying, "Each of you are going to be sent to one of the five districts of Athena. Emperor's orders."

"What will happen to us then?"

"Depends on where you are sent. If you are sent to Eceerga, you are to be a farmer's wife. If you're sent to Emora, you are to be a royal dancer for the Emperor and entertain him and his guests daily," he responded.

Layla paused, thinking about what he said. "What will happen to my people, outside in that- in that cage?" 

Hadrian stood and slightly backed away. "That's for us to know, and you to never find out."

She paused, thinking it over.

"Will you be there? In Emora?"

Hadrian smiled again, and she took note of how nice a smile it was. "Yes. I will be."

************

The week following the first dance was hectic, almost never ending. 

On day one, when the sun was not yet in the sky, a woman, who was dressed in silky robes, much like the Emperor's, and two guards entered the Dancers' room.

Layla sat up in her pallet, watching the other girls' reactions, which seemed to be ones of reverence. Each girl folded her knees, heads bent; the girl next to Layla hissed at her, implying that she should do the same.

Before she could manage to shake the sleep from her limbs, the woman was walking over towards her; ignoring the girls' offerings. 

The woman was older; the thin lines around her eyes and mouth belying her age. Her cheeks were hallowed, yet smooth in texture. Her eyes were a frost blue and her thin lips were painted crimson red.

She was also frowning.

The female barked at her in that strange Emoran language; but it did not take an idiot to know she was less than pleased. She rolled her eyes at Layla and snapped her fingers at her, gesturing for her to stand.

Confused, Layla stood, and followed behind the lady and the guards as they guided her out of the room.

They took her into a cold room, with a solitary wooden bench and candle for light. 

"Sit," the woman barked. This time Layla understood. She sat.

Before Layla could even begin to think it, the lady answered, "I did not speak in your native language because the other women would have seen it as a weakness." She quickly pressed her lips together as if she had said too much.

She didn't offer anymore.

"I am Madame Candra. I am in charge of the Royal Dancers. I was the mistress of young Emperor Apollo's father, Marc. I've stayed on to watch over the future dancers and mistresses."

"What does this have to do with me?" Layla asked, before she could stop herself.

Madame Candra smirked. "Everything, darling. Absolutely everything."

*********** Less than three hours later, Layla had her nipple pierced with some silver ring and a cryptic tattoo on her ankle, both marking her as property of Emperor Apollo.

Layla seethed. How dare he place a permanent mark on her body? He was a pathetic excuse for a man; knew nothing other than pillaging, destruction and death. He used them all to make his way to the top and did not care about the people he killed to get there.

So as she lay on her pallet, listening to the sounds of the other girls' slumber, she plotted her revenge. 

Emperor Apollo must pay for the lives he took with his own.

She looked at the silver protrusion from her chest and shuddered in disgust. 

Yes. He must die.

********

The next day, Madame Candra introduced her to a welcome, familiar face. 

"Layla, this is General Hadrian Pictor Cordus. He will be your tutor for as long as you need."

While Layla tried to hide her wide smile, Hadrian walked over to the Madame, kissing her on her hand and whispering something to her that had her blushing a flaming red.

When Madame Candra left, Hadrian turned to her, and she finally allowed herself to smile.

"My lady, what an honor it is to see you again," Hadrian said, smiling back at her. He took her delicate hand into his strong one, and kept eye contact with her as his soft lips met the skin of her hand. Layla gasped before quickly averting her gaze and pulling her hand away.

"If you are a general, why are you tutoring me, a mere slave?" 

Hadrian frowned at her use of the word "slave", cleared his throat and walked around her to the desk he had abandoned when he greeted Madame Candra. "I'm the only one, besides the Emperor and Madame, who knows the Tpygean language. The Emperor and Madame are too busy to be able to give you lessons everyday. I guarantee, however, by the end of this week, you will know the ways and language of Emorans. I warn you now that I will not be the most...palatable person, as I have a lot of people who are riding on me to get this task done. I do not like to disappoint." Hadrian's hazel eyes were almost imploring as he looked at her. Layla nodded and offered a shy smile as she showed him her ankle. "Lesson one, what does this tattoo say?"

************ Hadrian stayed true to his word. Layla had come to know some of the customs and laws of Emora, as well as the majority of the language. She was surprised that it wasn't too much unlike that of Tpygea, which helped her learn the words of the land that much faster.

With knowledge comes power, and, now that she was able to understand the language, she could easily comprehend what the other girls had been whispering about for a little over a week.

Apparently, it was mating season in Emora, and everyone, including the Emperor himself, would be looking for a suitable mate. Layla smiled at the circumstance. Maybe if she could get Apollo to care for her, maybe enough to marry her, she could-

One of the hateful girls snapped at her, indicating she get ready for the great party to come. Of course, they were only invited along after the noble women had returned to their chambers and only the men remained, but Layla did not care. Her focus was solely on Apollo.

Layla knew she wasn't the only one who was confused when Madame relayed that the Emperor requested that only she dance at tonight's event.

"Surely you are mistaken?"

Madame Candra rolled her eyes, something that was quickly becoming her signature style. "No, I assure you, I am not. You are the only Layla with 'golden skin and hair as black as night'. Not exactly poetic, but the Emperor has never claimed to be," she said the last as if talking to herself. Coming out of her reverie she snapped, "Come come, we mustn't make him wait." Layla followed behind her with her head bent, the envious stares burning the skin of her back.

******* The applause from the already drunk men sounded through the throne room as Layla finished her dance. As she fought to catch her breath, she noted that Apollo didn't seem too pleased.

He looked especially scrumptious today, even though he was brooding. His jet black hair was an unruly mess atop his head, his green eyes serious as ever. He seemed to have abandoned his usual robes for some...type of clothing that covered him only from the waist down. His expansive chest showed off his robust body, and sinewy abdomen. His body belied the truth; that he was not one of those kings who sent his men to fight for him. He fought with them.

"Surely, you can give my men a better performance than that," he said, his voice deep and demanding.

Layla gritted her teeth. Perhaps if he hadn't made her dance a quintette, she would have given all of her effort in this dance.

"I apologize my lord, what would you have me do?" The men around her shouted lewd things, telling her exactly what they wanted her to do, but Layla ignored them, her eyes remaining on the overgrown child in the grand chair.

Apollo stood, and her eyes briefly widened as she took in his full height. She guessed she would only reach just under his chest. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.

Layla hesitated for a moment before raising her hands to do so. She remembered her lessons with Hadrian and how he warned her that Apollo could conjure fates worse than death if he were disobeyed.

Bile rose in her throat as she heard the whistles and calls of the men, some of them more lewd and disgusting than others. Apollo walked towards her, his eyes on her body, casually looking her up and down. Deep down in the pit of her stomach she felt desire. Desire for the man whose aura screamed dangerous. Desire for a man who had indeed done dangerous, cruel things. What the hell was wrong with her? Apollo stood behind her, the warmth of his body rolling over her. The blush in her cheeks rose as her nipples hardened in response. Apollo's hands settled on her waist, almost searing her with their heat. Goosebumps rose on her flesh. 

"Is this not more entertaining?" he asked the men of the court. They all hooted and agreed. Apollo bent, his warm, lips finding the flesh of her neck as one his hands climbed up and tugged on the silver ring that protruded from her nipple. Layla gasped. "This is why I insist my women have this. I've found that if handled right, it can give them immense pleasure. Do you agree?" His whispered tone was mocking. She gritted her teeth again.

"Maybe we can get her to scream?" He asked the men again, who yelled out different suggestions. A rough palm skated down her smooth, taut belly to her bare Mons. Her clit was soon a prisoner in his fingers, as he toyed with it. She began to moan loudly, eyes fluttering shut, her back arching against him. If she had kept her eyes open, she would have noticed that many of the men had taken to touching themselves under their robes. 

"You're still not screaming," she could hear the frown in his voice, "but I have one last thing." Before she knew it, three fingers plunged into her drenched pussy as his thumb viciously rubbed her clit and the fingers on her other hand tugged her nipple ring. The combination of pleasure and pain was heady and she screamed loudly as she felt herself spasm, her body milking his fingers as though they were a thick cock. Her screams faded into moans as she finally began to stop her muscle contractions. Apollo gripped her chin and guided her plump lips to his. She moaned as his tongue parted her lips and plunged into her mouth, conquering her mouth as he conquered much of everything. The nerve endings in her lips sparked to life as he sucked and licked at her, sending waves of excitement through her body. 

He tasted so good! It was obvious the wine she tasted was simply what he had earlier, but there was something else, another taste she couldn't put her name on. Whatever it was, she moaned in disappoint when Apollo pulled away, taking his taste with him. He smiled down at her, making her want to smack the smug look off his face.

"You have been the most entertaining tonight. I'm sure most of my men would agree."

From somewhere out in the crowd, someone yelled out, "Let us have her for the night!" Men shouted their agreement and Layla blushed, moving ever so slightly closer to Apollo. Apollo gripped her small waist and pulled her flush against him. "I think not, gentlemen, for she will be my entertainment for the night."

Layla looked up at him in surprise and was even more surprised when he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips before whispering, "I expect you in my room, later tonight." Dumbly, she nodded before gathering her clothes and scurrying from the room. 



Carpe Diem Ch. 02



Lauren flung both doors open wide. Before me appeared the same grand ballroom Dana had showed me earlier. This time the lighting had been dimmed, similar to what you would find in a movie theatre during the opening previews. The music was very loud. I began to group people in sets of five to attempt to ascertain a head count but was soon distracted and never resumed my counting. 

The distraction came in the form of a very exotic Eastern Europe looking woman carrying a tray of drinks. She had on a black and white lace push up bra that enhanced her breast to the perfect image of a women's chest. As my eyes followed the fleshly curves of her smooth skin her G-string panties came into view. A small black cord of fabric connected the narrow piece of material in the front to the waistband in the back. The waistband itself was a four-inch, rose-patterned, black lace piece of material, with a scalloped edge. She wore them so well it was as if she had been born to wear those panties. They looked absolutely incredible. She finished off her theme with black stockings that rose above her knees and attached onto her G-string by means of a silky looking garter straps. I looked back up at her face one more time as she passed by and noticed that around her neck was a sexy little choker. 

"That's Katarina," Laruen informed me, "Would you like me to introduce you?"

I just stared at Lauren from behind my mask and noticed she had a suggestive little grin. 

"Um..." I was beginning to answer when she giggled and interrupted.

"Katarina," Lauren yelled to get her attention over the roar from the loud music and the numerous conversations taking place around us.

The exotic woman spun around and began scanning in the direction she had heard her name. When her eyes found Laurens she grinned showing off her perfectly bright white smile. She quickly made her way over to us. Giving Lauren a half hug and a kiss on each cheek she was careful not to spill the drinks she was balancing. 

"Lauren," she said loudly giving away her accent, "It is so wonderful to see you again!"

"Great to see you too honey, how have you been?" Lauren inquired.

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful,' she responded making her "w's" into "v's" and drawing out her "u's."

"I know we need to catch up badly, but let me introduce you to someone, this is Nick," Lauren said taking a half step back and making it easier for Katarina to introduce herself.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Nick," Katarina responded pronouncing my name differently than anyone I had ever heard before. 

She leaned in to embrace me the same way she had Lauren. My right hand found the small of her back just as her lips found my cheek. Her left breast came into contact with me and through the robe I could feel the heat coming off of her body. If I had pulled her in any closer it would no longer be a mystery as to the effect she was having on me. To avoid any unwanted embarrassment I adjusted my stance so my arousal would not be visible or make any contact with her. My penis upon entering the room for a brief moment thought it was going to get a reprieve but Katarina's light peck had ruined any chance of that and sent whatever blood was leaving rushing immediately back into my shaft. 

"All of the women smell so incredible," I thought as I felt a pressure creeping up from my stomach and stopping at the base of my neck. It was the same familiar feeling of anxiety mixed with intense excitement, almost as if I was developing indigestion.

"I'm going to have to learn how to chill and deal with this," I thought to myself.

Katarina's soft lips left the side of my face as she looked up at me still well within my personal space. 

"Your eyes are such a beautiful shade of blue," she remarked, "I love men with blue eyes." Her left hand had departed from my shoulder and was tracing all the way down my arm finding my hand and holding onto it.

"Are you here with Lauren?" she inquired attempting to gently gain more information as to my reasons for being there that evening. 

Lauren chimed in and said, "His wife just moved in here with Dana and I."

"Oh, I see," Katarina said, "Well in that case can I get you two a drink?"

"Yes," Lauren responded, "I would love a triple shot of Petron with a pineapple chaser. What do you want Nick?" Lauren directed towards me.

"How about the same," I responded.

Laruen began to laugh then put her hand up to her mouth to stifle it.

"Are you serious?" she asked conforming her eyebrows into a confused look, "That's a little feminine don't you think?"

"When in Rome," I responded with a smile and an insecure laugh back.

Katarina departed to fetch our drink order and I attempted not to stare at her walking away, but failed miserable. 

Lauren attempted to break my gaze and inquired, "You do know what she was asking you right?"

"Do you mean there is some hidden message in asking me for a drink?" I questioned back still secretly embarrassed about my order.

"No, not that," she said as she rolled her eyes. 

"She was asking if you were here with me," Lauren said setting me straight.

"Oh..." I said processing her cryptic explanation, "I think I can read between the lines, but no, I probably wouldn't have picked up on anything if you hadn't pointed it out to me."

"Ha, ha, well maybe we can go find her later," she said teasing me, "We will have to see how the night unfolds."

As Lauren finished speaking Katarina returned with our drink order. Lauren and I grabbed our respective glasses. 

"Cheers!" Lauren shouted. 

Our glasses clinked and I threw the tequila back. I was waiting for the familiar shiver and braced for an involuntary grimace but it never came. 

"That's, really smooth," I thought as I brought the pineapple juice to my lips.

Katarina squeezed my bicep and leaned in close to my left ear, "Enjoy your evening," she said as I got another intoxicating whiff of her scent. She then left to deliver the rest of the drinks on her tray.

"Thanks," I responded as she walked away.

When I had finished my chaser Lauren grabbed me by the hand. She began leading me deeper into the crowd.

"Where are we going?" I asked forcing the veins in my neck to pulse. I could feel my vocal chords being pressed to achieve a sound loud enough to communicate with her.

"Up front," she said facing away from me making it hard to hear her response over the combined sound of the crowd and the music.

I looked over the top of Laurens head and focused on where we were headed. The stage, in stark contrast from my memory of it earlier, had now completely come alive. There was a DJ off to one side wearing a mask that was a mute white covering his entire face. The only mark on it was the image of a black music note running down the side. There were a dozen or so dancers, most women, all wearing masks but not robes. They were in matching sets of lingerie and were performing choreographed moves to the rhythm of the music. No doubt they were there to help establish the mood of the party and they were doing a phenomenal job if it. 

The stage itself was decorated on each side with two large projection screens that seemed dwarfed by a third projection screen in the center. A massive light rigging above the stage provided an array of lighting options that rivaled any I had ever seen. The stage was being drenched in a light blue hue as I started to feel the effects from the tequila creeping over my conscious. 

It started in the back of my eyes and spread out to my extremities as if I was slowly being lowered into some sort of warm numbing solution. Pure happiness and abandonment of my inhibitions took over. I was being sucked into the atmosphere surrounding me and I was allowing myself to free-fall into it. 

As we passed through the crowd some of the evenings guests gave me a few nods and some knowing stares. 

"What do they know that I don't?" I wondered to myself.

I would nod or smile back and they would then turn away. At one point a shorter woman stopped our trek. Smiling widely she embraced Lauren and began to converse with her. She seemed genuinely happy to see her, as when you see a good friend you have not seen in a long while. Lauren turned to me and introduced us.

"This is Nick," she shouted and the women extended her hand to shake mine. 

"Allison," was all I heard her say as I nodded to acknowledge her introduction.

They began to converse again with each other. I was unable to make out much of what they were saying so I took a moment to check out my surroundings. 

More gorgeous scantily clad women carrying drinks were interspersed amongst groups of masked and robed men and women, laughing and chatting with each other. I began to scrutinize the different masks. Some were plain, some had small amounts of decorations on them, and some were extremely flamboyant. Only a few covered the entire face. Most only covered the upper portion leaving just enough to the imagination. 

I turned my attention for the first time to various panels of light on the wall. Running down the length of the room spaced out evenly measuring probably five feet wide by eight feet tall I realized they were more projection screens. On the screen were silhouettes of naked women, dancing. I looked to the ceiling to find the projectors and wasn't able to locate any. Upon further investigation I came to the realization that the images were not being projected but, in fact, were actually being produced by live people dancing behind them. A light must have been placed just right to create the silhouette.

"Wow! How hot is that!" I thought.

Again, just as I thought my dick was going to get a break, nope! 

I spun around and took a moment to look at each one individually. There were six panels lining each side of the giant room making twelve all together. Each panel had a sexy silhouette of a naked woman behind it. Some of them were slowly moving to the music and others were more or less posing in erotic stances for a few moments before moving their body to create another tantalizing silhouette. 

As I competed my 360-degree turn my eyes met with Laurens. Her friend, Allison, had departed and the DJ had started a new song. Lauren wrapped her arms around my neck. In one incredibly seductive move she began to sway her hips from side to side matching the rhythm of the song, and began slowly bending lower towards the floor. As she went lower her arms snaked down from my neck and traced down my chest where they came to rest for a moment. She continued down to a full crouch in front of me, arms out stretched; her hands had slid lower to rest on my abdomen. Just as elegant as she had descended she twisted facing away form me and placed one hand back one my stomach, just below my navel. She began to rise back to a standing position repeating the same sexy rhythm with her hips. When she got to a full stance her hand found its way behind my neck. She began pulling on the back of my neck to bring my face closer to hers as she continued to grind her hips into me.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed letting me know that she was aware of my current state of arousal.

"This song makes me so hot," she confessed. 

Just as I thought we were going to kiss I felt a few very cold tingling on the back of my neck. I had closed my eyes giving myself over to Lauren's will anticipating the kiss. I opened them and I looked up to see what could be causing the sensation. 

Snow. It was everywhere. Snow had begun to fall form the ceiling and coated the entire crowd. The lights from the stage bounced off the small flakes and caused them to reflect and array of different colors. I reached up and let some fall onto my hand. They were cold and sent a small chill up my arm. I looked at Lauren.

"Pretty cool right." she said as she continued her seductive dance.

"It's real snow," I responded in almost a giddy child's tone.

"There are snow machines in the ceiling," she informed me. 

"And there is more! We also have foam, bubbles, and sometimes we literately make it rain in here," she explained as she turned and leaned in close so I could hear her.

Her being so close brought my mind back to where it was before it had started snowing. I wanted to kiss her badly but was not remotely brave enough to take control and make it happen. Seeing her erect nipples through her robe, caused most likely by the effects of the music and snow, only amplified my craving. 

However, I did not want to be disrespectful to my wife, and I barely knew Lauren. Although, I had, only a short time ago, shared the most incredible sexual experience of my life with my wife as she watched. I was feeling extremely bonded to Lauren emotionally. 

"This is fucking incredible!" I yelled at Lauren trying to shake my desires.

She responded with a perfect smile, "Yeah, you're right," she said, "It is incredible."

She took a moment to finish out her song, dancing with me the entire time and submerging me deeper and deeper into the atmosphere of the party. As the song ended so did the snow. Lauren took me by the hand again and we resumed our journey through the crowd to the front of the stage.

A short time later we arrived at our destination. Lauren took me to the wing just off stage right. I peaked out from around a large red curtain that started somewhere near the ceiling and hung just millimeters above the stage floor.

The spectacle before me was extraordinary. I had been to a number of Las Vegas clubs, Pure, Tryst, Marquee, and Ghostbar. This beat them hands down. No contest. From this vantage point I gained a better perspective on the number of people there. I was glad I had not attempted to resume my counting earlier, there were too many guests to count. 

At this point the party had reached a crescendo. As we stood in the wings looking out over the whole crowd the DJ rolled the previous song into another track. 

"I know this song," I thought, "It's The Veldt by Deadmau5."

The DJ hit a button and another blizzard was released from the ceiling. The lights were killed, except for a number of strobe lights, which caused the small frozen particulate falling from the ceiling to bounce the light back making quite the visual spectacle. 

The crowd was jumping and clapping to the beat. The slow strobe was intense and I took a moment to blink to give my eyes some relief. When my eyes closed I realized the light had seared the image of the crowd into my retina. I saw a billion small white particles that stretched on for infinity. In-between the countless white dots emotionless faces appeared floating, a sea of masquerade masks stared back at me. 

"Whoa!" I exclaimed out load, grinning from ear to ear at the image I saw in my own mind.

"It is going to be a great night," Lauren shouted with a knowing tone.

We stood there for a while longer totally letting ourselves become lost in the music and atmosphere that was being created for our entertainment. The DJ faded the music down into a low rhythmic beat and everyone began clapping in rhythm again. A Series of colored lights lit up along the front of the stage and cast their rays towards the huge projection screen that had been displaying various artistic images that correlated to the mood of the music. 

The dancers in a choreographed fashion moved to the front of the stage and lined up. They seductively danced and moved their bodies in artistic sexual undulations. The music kept up, the crowd kept up and I wondered if the room was about to explode. The level of energy was insane!

The music slightly changed and I noticed a huge shadow was suddenly cast across the entire crowd. I turned towards the back of the stage witnessed a silhouette of an extremely sexy woman had appeared behind the largest projection screen center stage. Everyone began cheering and the silhouette grew taller and taller as it moved closer to the back of the screen. 

Then BOOM! A deafening crack echoed through the hall sending shock waves through both Lauren, me, and the entire crowd. A huge explosion had sent the screen fluttering to the floor. Fire shot out from the ceiling along where the screen was being supported and everyone began to lose his or her mind. 

The crowd momentarily silenced by the explosion had once again begun cheering widely. There, bathed in the stage light, stood a woman's figure wearing a much more elegant mask than anyone else in attendance. 

Lauren began cheering next to me and I then realized the explosion was supposed to happen.

Two male dancers walked over to the woman. The burly men picked the figure up and hoisted her onto their shoulders. She crossed her long legs and placed her hands on each respective shoulder. The men carried her to the front of the stage then stood there holding her high. The DJ walked over and handed her a microphone. She sat smiling widely at the audience, taking in all the adoration the crowd was giving. She removed her mask and revealed her identity. It was Dana.

"Good evening my guests! How are we feeling tonight?" she asked the crowd.

"That's pretty rock star," I thought to myself.

The crowd responded with another loud cheer.

"As some of you may have noticed we have some new members tonight!" 

The crowd let out another deafening cheer. 

Lauren looked at me and said, "That's you!"

Suddenly I began to understand why I had received all the glances and nods while following Lauren through the crowd. They knew I was a newbie and were welcoming me.

"Please make them feel at home," Dana instructed the crowd. 

"Thank you all for coming! My sincere hope is that you all enjoy yourselves to the fullest this evening. The party goes until the sun comes up. So lets hope it never does!" she yelled laughing as the crowd responded with more rowdy applause.

"All the rooms are open and available for use tonight. If you have any questions or need any assistance please do not hesitate to ask one of our many available and helpful hostess staff," Dana explained.

"Go! Enjoy!" Dana exclaimed as the music kicked up again.

"Follow me," Lauren said taking me by the hand again, "I need to get ready."

"Are we going to go meet up with Susan?" I asked.

"Yes, short of, you'll see," Lauren began to explain, "Come on, I'll explain everything while I get ready, it will be more quiet so we can talk."

Lauren took me through a side door off the main ballroom then down a short hall to another door. It was marked with the traditional symbol for the women's room. I stopped as she started walking in. 

"Oh don't worry," she said, "You're with me it's fine."

Upon entering there were two women standing in front of a set of lockers. One was completely naked and had just begun to put on a very skimpy looking bra. The other was donning her black robe allowing me only a moment to observe what she would be wearing underneath. From what I saw it was nothing more than a hot pink thong and matching pink pasties on her breasts. They did a double take when they saw me enter. For a moment I stopped in my tracks, nervous, I just stood still. When the women realized whom I had followed in they went back to preparing for the evening. 

As I hesitantly followed Lauren into the room taking note that it resembled a fancy locker room similar to one found at any exclusive country club. There were lockers and comfortable seating all around. The floor was a plush carpet up until it met with tile for the shower area. There were individual stalls for the showers. They were large enough to easily accommodate three maybe four people. There was a long table positioned in front of a very well lit mirror. There were trays of complimentary individually wrapped toiletries as well as bottles of water. In between each section there was a large stacks of very soft, posh looking towels. The room smelled very fresh.




Carpe Diem Ch. 02



I continued to follow Lauren to the opposite side of the room. There was a door with a keypad attached above the knob. Lauren punched in a series of digits, the door clicked open, and we walked in.

We stepped into a private dressing room. The same carpet ran throughout but there was only one shower and it was much nicer than the others. It was tiled from floor to ceiling with large pieces of travertine stone and surrounded by etched glass. The etching itself was some exquisite pattern most likely hand crafted. Along the sidewall was a large sliding closet door. One side was open and I was able to take inventory of its contents. I noticed a sizeable amount of lingerie and a plethora of shoes. Sitting on a shelf above the numerous racks of sexy clothing were a few different masquerade masks and a large glass dildo. Directly across from the closet was a very elegant looking desk in front of a mirror. Atop the desk rest a tray that contained a multitude of perfumes as well as different tubes, bottles, jars, and containers containing only God knows what, all there for Lauren to use to accent her natural beauty.

"You can sit, I'll only be a minute." Lauren offered as she pointed to a large couch in the corner of the room next to the shower. It was identical to the one I had just watched my wife fuck another man on only a short time ago. Lauren in a single fluid motion discarded what little clothing she had on.

"I going to jump in the shower and clean up from earlier," she explained, "That cock had me cumming my brains out!"

As I sat down the images, and emotions, from earlier began to swirl in my mind. The tequila was still bathing my brain in bliss and I leaned on the arm of the couch to make myself comfortable. I looked down and could see my robe was being tented due to the fact I was now unable to loose a hard. I began to wonder if it was going to become permanent.

"I know this must all be a lot to take in," Lauren said from the shower now, her voice echoing.

My head slightly nodded and my eyes grew wide focusing on the images flooding through my mind, unsure of how to respond to Lauren.

"Experiencing an erection that lasts longer than four hours?" Lauren said in a lower tone in parody to the Viagra commercials, "Then please contact your doctor immediately."

"That's actually really funny," I admitted laughing out loud shaking the images of my wife from my head, "You are a pretty witty girl aren't you?"

Lauren stepped out of the shower. Her wet, tan, perfectly toned body glistened in the light of the room took my breath away. From this perspective I saw her pubic hair was trimmed into a single strip, a "landing strip" if you will. The hair on top of her head had been pulled up to avoid getting wet during her quick rinse.

"Aw! Thanks Nick! Did you just call me pretty?" she quickly shot back. 

Again, laughing, I responded, "Case in point!"

Giggling as she finished drying off she wrapped a towel around her glimmering body and sat down at the mirror. She began to apply a series of brushes and pads to her face all coated with a different variety of makeup. To me she looked so gorgeous she didn't need any of it, but I am sure it is something a guy could never understand.

"All corny joking aside, I need to fill you in on how all this works," she began.

"First, never take off your mask. Part of the fun of this type of party is not knowing the identity of whom you are with and exactly what they look like. It is very bad etiquette to remove it."

"Ok, the mask stays on," I responded confirming I understood.

"Also, more often than not, there is very little talking so you should be aware of what an invite looks like."

"Not sure I know what you mean?" I said confused.

She began explaining, "It will always be initiated by the women. Here the women have the power and make all the decisions. An invite from someone could be as little as a look or a nod, maybe a touch on an arm or sometimes it could be something much more forward, like, she might grab your cock."

I just listened intently. Committing everything she said to memory and getting more aroused as she spoke.

"Do your best to be respectful and feel out the situation. If you misread something it's ok, just a quick apology is sufficient. It's not hard. You will know when someone has extended an invitation to play. It sort of develops organically. People here don't want to have huge conversations. You are not going to have an in depth conversation and get to know someone. They are here for more carnal reason. Women here see something they like and go for it. Don't worry I will most likely be there with you the entire time."

"I'm not sure I'm interested in doing anything, I mean other than with Susan of course," I interjected.

"Well that's just it, how will you know if it's Susan or not," Lauren questioned.

"Are we not going to go meet up with her? She mentioned 'seeing me soon' as we left her with Dana," I queried.

Lauren had finished with her makeup and was making her way over to her closet. She allowed her towel to drop and again I was given a view of her heavenly figure. She began picking out her attire for the evening as she continued. 

"We are going to go meet Susan right now," she started, "But I don't know where she is. She is somewhere out there in that sea of masks. We are going to have to find her."

"I'm not sure I totally understanding." I said as my mind fought the alcohol and attempted to concentrate.

"Susan is out there, at the party right now and as hard as she was just fucked I can assure you, from knowing her over the past month, she is wanting to fuck again. Probably very badly," Lauren said bluntly.

"She is out there looking for you, but you also have a mask on just like everyone else."

"How will I know if it is her then," I asked.

"Do you like baseball," she questioned, "I will give you three strikes and then you are out!"

"What? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Three times I will allow you to ask me to verify if it is Susan. I will ask the person to remove their mask for a moment, they will because they will know who I am by the markings on my mask, and if it is Susan you two will be free to explore the party together," Lauren explained.

"What happens if I strike out?" I asked.

"Then you're out!" she shouted imitating an umpire and throwing her thumb to the side, "Sorry about the baseball analogy, I used to date a player, he was an asshole."

"You know what," I responded, "I'm going to nail it! I can pick Susan out of a crowd easily, mask or no mask!"

"Good, I'm glad you're confident, but I promise you, it is more difficult than you think," Lauren said in a serious tone.

She had finished dressing and had donned her robe and mask. Her mask was very similar to Danas, no doubt signifying her status. I followed her to the ballroom backtracking the way we had come. 

As we entered and made our way around the front of the stage the atmosphere had done a complete 180. It was almost as if I was at a different party. A heavy sexual erotic tension hung in the air and forced me to breath slightly more labored. The music was not upbeat party music anymore but more sensual, mood setting, soundscape type music. The dancers from the stage were gone and the dancers that were previously behind the projection screens, against the walls, were also missing. The screens were no longer being lit from behind. I took my eyes time to adjust to the lighting but when they did I noticed a great deal more furniture around the room than I remembered. This was due, most likely, to the fact that there were significantly less people in the ballroom. Only small groups remained scattered about. 

As Lauren and I approached the first group I could see two masked women completely naked sitting next to each other on a large red couch. They were sunk into the sofa and holding hands. In front of them on the ground were two men with shaved heads. Each on their knees and each very busy working hard to give as much oral pleasure as they could. It was obvious the women were enjoying themselves by the way their bodies were contorting. Every twist would be accompanied by small moans that would sporadically escape their lips. 

The woman laying on the couch to my right was using her free hand to pinch and pull hard on her left nipple. The woman whose hand she was holding was using her free hand to direct her male suitors tongue. She had placed her hand on top of his smooth head pulling and jerking him to where she desired.

I looked over at Lauren. She was standing on her tiptoes to see over the shoulder of a taller gentleman in front of her. As I panned my gaze to my left I realized I was standing next to a tall slender brunette woman who was also focused on the action. Her one arm and shoulder were moving rhythmically. I scanned lower to see what was causing the movement. As I leaned forward I saw she had the erect penis of the gentleman next to her in her hand. She was stroking him off rather briskly and I assumed it was a reflection as to her own state of arousal. She was only there for another few minutes before they made eye contact and left together. 

"I guess that was two invites," I thought to myself sarcastically and let out a small laugh under my breath.

"We should start looking for Susan and find her before she finds herself in a similar situation as these two," Lauren said referring the women lying below us.

"Yes, lets start looking," I acknowledged. I knew neither of the women on the couch were Susan. I knew my wife's pussy and looking at the two women it confirmed in my mind neither one of them could be my bride. Plus they were both brunette, which made it easy to deduce. 

As Lauren and I began making our way to another group I heard a quick announcement come over the speaker system. It caused me to spin and direct my attention to the stage.

"Ladies and gentleman, please welcome to the stage our first performers of the night, Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous," the DJ announced.

The couple on stage found their way to a giant bed that had been placed in the middle. They did not waste any time with foreplay and the woman immediately jumped on top of the guy and started riding him. I looked over at Lauren. 

"Anyone throughout the night can go up and be on stage. There is some hired talent that will be doing shows later but in between performances anyone is free to enhance their voyeuristic experience," she explained eloquently.

"In fact, when on stage, cameras feed the image into the other rooms onto large screens. So if you are off enjoying yourself in another room you can still see the show," she exclaimed.

"Amazing," was all I could think to say.

Lauren and I made our way to another group located towards the back of the ballroom. This group was larger than the one we had just left. I peered through the crowd to look for Susan and to see what everyone was so fixated on.

In front of Lauren and I were seven people and a large circular ottoman, probably measuring about six feet in circumference. Another gorgeous brunette lay atop it, legs spread wide with a skinny but very athletic looking man vigorously sliding in and out of her sex. His pace signaled to me that he had been there for sometime and was getting close to an orgasm. The brunette had propped herself up on her elbows. The muscles in her neck were pronounced as she strained to look down at the mans cock, steadily disappearing into her. Immediately to her left was another woman who was using the ottoman as a support while a similar looking athletic man was taking her from behind doggy style. Just behind all this action were two blondes. They had discarded their robes and were now only in lingerie, on their knees, together, sharing a cock in front of them. The gentleman just stood there still enjoying every moment of his blowjob from the two women. One of the vixens had very short blonde hair and was very similar style as to what I remember Susan's now looked like. She was also the same body type and height. My heart skipped a beat and I starred intently at the back of her head. It was darting away from me as she was engulfing the man in front of her. 

"Holy shit!" I thought, "Am I watching my wife give some random guy head right now?"

The pressure of the situation I found myself in was now becoming real. My chest became tight as the anxiety of potentially watching my wife with another man, again, hit me.

Lauren noticed this and asked, "Do you think that it is her?"

"I'm not sure." I responded.

I began to walk around the crowd to get a better view of what little of her face would not be obscured by her mask. As I traveled around the perimeter of the crowd the brunette laying on the ottoman began to cum.

"Oooooh! Uh, yes, uh, ooooooooooohhhh, huh, uh, uh, uh!" she let out in pure indulgence.

Her orgasm had caused her to come off her elbows and lie back on the ottoman in turn causing her head to hang off the edge. 

The contractions of her cunt around her partner must have been too much for him. He immediately pulled out and began to stroke himself off, cumming all over her stomach and pubic area.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh, yes fucking cum on me! Ooooooohhhhhhh," The woman sighed nodding a "yes motion" with her head and holding on to her tits. She was being sucked into the intense calm after a good orgasm. 

By this time the two blondes were positioning themselves to allow their suitor a better angle. He was moments away from fucking them. As the blonde who I thought might be my wife positioned herself I caught a slightly better glimpse of her face. 

"I think I found her already," I thought to myself realizing the implications if I was right.

My head was swirling, my body began to slightly tremor, and the sexual energy I had experienced earlier began to assault my senses for a second time. I motioned towards Lauren and she walked over and joined me.

"I think that's Susan," I said my voice slightly shaky.

"Do you want me to check," she asked.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that is her," I responded.

Lauren bent down and before the man started fucking whispered in the blonde woman's ear. The woman upon hearing whatever it was that Lauren said nodded understandingly. She looked up at me and slowly pulled her mask up above her forehead to give me a perfect view of her entire face. 

It took my mind a moment to process but I quickly realized I was wrong! It was not Susan! She was beautiful, brown eyes, same chin, same cheeks; I really thought it had been her. She smiled and placed her mask back one. Then she diverted her attention to the waiting cock in front of her and grabbed it, stroking it to make sure it was ready to resume.

Lauren stood back up and looked at me, "Strike one!"

"I really thought I had found her already," I said.

"You really thought it was her or you really wished it was her," Lauren asked giving me a look that the emphasized the difference in the two meanings.

As I contemplated the question Lauren posed a red haired women approached Lauren. She leaned in and gave her a hug. As she did so she whispered something into Laurens ear. After the embrace Lauren cocked her head to one side in examination. She leaned back further taking in what the red head had said. A confused look fell over Laurens face. She was trying to figure out who this person was. Thinking back in time to when I had been in a similar situation I understood the emotion. Similar to running into someone who is familiar to you but you can't remember how or from where you know him or her.

I began contemplating my prior feelings again. Wondering how it was I could have guessed so wrong so quickly when trying to pick my wife out of this sea of half-faces. 

"Was I becoming to distracted because I'm so horny and fairly intoxicated?" I began to contemplate.

I had begun watching the woman who I had thought was Susan. She was fucking her man hard. As I continued thinking a hand appeared on my left shoulder. I looked over and it was the woman with red hair that had just finished conversing with Lauren. She traced her hand across the back of my shoulders as she walked almost completely around to my other side. Before she disappeared behind me I noticed she had the most brilliant green eyes I had ever seen. My attention was now becoming totally focused on who this was.

"Oh, shit, I think she is 'inviting' me," I thought as I began to panic some, "That must have been what she was speaking to Lauren about, ask her permission to approach me. She probably figured we were together."

The red head was now embracing me with both hands from behind. Her hands began to slowly make their way form my chest lower down my robe. The pressure her hands created on my robe caused my erection to become more accented through the thin material. As her hands were slowly tracing down my frame she leaned in and sucked my earlobe into her mouth.

"Ok this is definitely an invitation," I thought, flustered, "Shit, what the fuck do I do!"

I whipped my head over to Lauren pulling my earlobe back out of the red head's mouth. Lauren had a smirk on her face expressing to me her enjoyment from my anxiety.

"What do I do?" I mouthed to her.

She just raised one corner of her mouth and shrugged her shoulders. I assumed this meant it was my call. I was a baby bird being pushed out of the nest for the first time.

No sooner did Lauren shrug at me than I felt a hand grab my absolutely throbbing member. The red haired woman had found the slits in the side of my gown and latched on to me. This caused me to shoot my hips backwards straight into this mystery girl. She ignored my buck and established her grasp with a second hand, pulling herself in even tighter. Her tongue returned to my ear as she began her first full stroke of my shaft. Just before she could complete and entire revolution on my cock I turned towards her causing her to release me. 

I remembered what Lauren had said, no talking. The invite was obvious but I was in a predicament. As I looked into her tantalizing green eyes I could feel the heat from her hands leaving my prick. I wanted them back badly. I would have begged for it although all I kept thinking was "I need to find Susan!"

"How do I say no without talking?" I thought.

I grabbed the woman by the shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. I let go of her and smiled then began to take a few steps towards Lauren. I figured that would be subtle enough.

The red head grabbed my left hand as I was stepping away and lightly pulled on it for me to stay. God I wanted to stay so badly. It took every ounce of energy I had to step away but I was focused. I was on a mission. 

"It would be selfish for me to take advantage of this situation," I rationalized to myself.

I looked back at the hot red head holding my hand and she stuck out her bottom lip, making a pout face. I took my other hand and placed it on hers and with a slight pat pulled my hand away and turned myself away.

"Are you sure?" Lauren asked as we now were face to face.

"Lets go to one of the other rooms and see if I can't find her there," I responded ignoring her questions.

Lauren grabbed my bicep and assertively asked, "Nick, are you sure?"

I looked back at the red head one last time and she still stood there with a pouty face. There was something about her, I was feeling the same way I assumed Lauren had felt moments ago when the she had first approached her. Something about this woman made me want to stay. 

"It's your dick idiot! You are horny and you want to fuck her, you are not thinking straight, that's why you want to stay," I thought.

"Yes, I'm sure," I directed towards Lauren, "Lets go find Susan."

Together we left the ballroom and made our way to the first doorway across the hall. 




Carpe Diem Ch. 02



"The Dungeon?" I asked Lauren pointing towards the doors we were about to open.

"Good memory," she responded.

As soon as we walked in I was again hit with a sudden change in ambiance. It was astonishing how quickly the mood of each room would wash over me. The first thing I noticed was the general theme of leather. Every woman's piece of lingerie in the room incorporated it in some way. A number of the women had on boots that rose above their knees. The leather from their shiny footwear would reflect the lighting in the room.

"Welcome," a warm soft voice said as we now had fully entered the room.

"Thank you," I responded as I examined the woman the voice belonged to.

She was short and had jet-black hair pulled into a very tight ponytail. She had on a copious amount of eye makeup as well as lipstick. Really all her make up had been applied heavily. She had on a tight patent leather corset that was a deep crimson red in color. Her eye makeup matched it perfectly. She was also wearing the knee high leather boots, and I assumed was probably much shorter in reality than she presented due to the giant heel at the bottom of the them. The brassiere portion of the corset was cut out allowing for her breasts to hang freely. On her nipples she had attached little leather tassels that swung around as she moved. She held in her left hand a horsewhip and looked as though she knew exactly how to use it.

"I am Sheila, your hostess, if there is anything I can do for you this evening, help heighten your experience here in anyway, please don't hesitate to ask," she informed me.

"Don't hit me with that thing," I said jokingly referring to the crop in her hand.

She stretched out her arm placing the small piece of leather attached at the end of the whip firmly against my peck.

"Oh, you may change your mind after awhile in here," she shot back seductively.

I nervously returned the smile and made my way further into the room. Next to the entrance of the room hung a large screen just as Lauren had previously mentioned. On it was the live feed of the stage in the ballroom. Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous looked to be just finishing up. Mr. anonymous was standing over the Mrs. frantically masturbating himself. No more than three seconds later he was shooting hot spurts of cum directly into her mouth. Mrs. Anonymous was tilting her head backwards to make sure she did not miss a drop.

"Look over there," Lauren whispered to me pointing in a direction behind us away from the screen.

I did as she had asked and saw a woman completely naked except for the knee-high patent leather boots and a leather collar with a large copper ring. My heart jumped. 

"That's Susan!" my brain screamed much more sure of itself this time.

The woman was not facing me but her ass looked exactly like my wife's and from the angle she was standing I also had a good view of her side boob.

I concentrated my gaze and the longer I looked the more convinced I became. The light in the room had been dimmed so I thought it wise to get closer. Lauren walked closer with me and the blonde woman began walking away form us. She approached two men before I could get close enough made a "come hither" motion with her long slender index finger to the both of them. They each immediately dropped their robes and stepped from the larger group of men and women standing about.

Walking towards her, their robes falling, nothing except the upper portion of their faces was a mystery anymore. They looked like gladiators. Their muscles rippled as they walked ever closer to the provocative blonde. They could easily have been in any fitness magazine and I wondered if they were hired for the evening or if they were members of this exclusive club. 

"Oh my God! Look at the one on the right!" Lauren whispered harshly to me as we continued ever closer to the three of them. 

I had been focused more on the woman, who I was becoming ever more so convinced was Susan. I took note where Laurens eyes were when she commented. I followed the trajectory of her gaze across the room and my eyes landed on the sex of the man on the right. 

It was enormous. He was not even fully erect and it was slamming into his mid thigh. The length would have been enough for a lifetime of pride but he had the girth to match. The guy was a freak.

Stuttering I began to respond in a dry humored sense, "You know it's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean." 

"Yeah, that is what I used to believe until I had one like that," Lauren said seriously and without diverting her gaze, "Don't get me wrong, it can still be mind blowing sex without a big one but since I came to live with Dana, I have definitely become a size queen." 

I swallowed hard and was filled with an astonishing sense of urgency to ascertain whether or not the blonde woman was my wife. 

"What if that is my wife? What if she does fuck that guy right now? What will happen to her? Will she become a size queen too?" I questioned myself only raising my level of anxiety.

By the time I was close enough to examine the woman my view was being obscured by the two large men. Their muscles all but completely engulfed her as they all three embraced. Kissing and rubbing each other from within the ball of flesh and muscle I saw a bra fall to the floor. Seconds later I was given a view the women's left breast, nipple and all. This only confirmed my suspicions.

"That looks exactly like my wife's," I thought, "same size areola, same nipple, shit it is her!"

In the dim light it was hard to make out but every piece of the puzzle was beginning to fall together, her hair, her ass, her height, her back muscles, and now her breast. 

Lauren placed a hand on my shoulder as she could tell I had begun to freak out some.

"If you think it is her just ask and I'll check," she offered.

"I need to be careful," I thought, "I don't need another strike. The lesson I had learned from the first strike was to not be too hasty.

Lauren motioned for the hostess. When she arrived she ordered us two more triple Patrons with a pineapple chaser as before.

"I don't want it," I whispered to her

"You need it," she responded knowingly, "Trust me, I know what's about to happen." 

I let the scene before me unfold further. I had to fight the urge not to touch myself underneath my gown. I told myself to concentrate. The woman handed the men a long length or rope. They worked together expertly tying her up. They did such a good job restraining her it was obviously it had been a long time since they were amateurs at this sort of thing. 

They tied her hands together behind her back. Loosely tied her feet and then wrapped another length of the thick rope around her torso, passing it to each other alternating over her breasts then under. This caused her tits to become red with blood and her nipples fully erect. With the blonde woman now bound they began to reach for some more rope hanging from the ceiling. In one swift move they effortless picked her up and tied her to the hanging ropes forcing her to dangle horizontally above the floor. Her legs were tied a distance apart to allow perfect access to her dripping wet pussy. Then she looked up at me, beautiful brown eyes shadowed by her party mask. It was unmistakable.

"FUCK ME IT'S HER," my brain shrieked!

The drink arrived from our hostess and without breaking my gaze I slammed it forgetting all about the chaser. The additive effect it had to the drink I had before would not take long to set in. The adrenaline my body was unrelentingly pumping out was doing a good enough job at the time to keep most of the effects from the tequila at bay.

The hanging blonde looked up at the muscled man in front of her, his erect penis only inches from her mouth and she began to say something to him. When she finished speaking he nodded and turned to look at Lauren. He motioned for her to approach and Lauren obliged.

She was only there for a moment and he handed her another length of rope. Lauren then flaunted a huge smile and walked back. When she arrived she filled me in on the conversation that had taken place.

"Sit still I need to tie you up," she said.

"No way!" I said shaking my head.

"Our mystery blonde would like you to be tied up as well so hold still."

Lauren began running the rope around my arms and chest, securing them to each other, and making me one with the chair I was in. 

"There, nice and tight," she said as she finished making the last knot behind me.

"That has to be Susan," I whispered to Lauren, "She is involving me just like earlier tonight. That has to be her! She wants me to be a part of this!"

"Do you want me to go check?" Lauren asked

I thought for a moment. Part of me desperately wanted to know. I was filled with sexual tension, the same as earlier when I watched Susan fuck someone else of the first time. The thoughts and feelings of the evening's earlier events were tearing apart my mind. My level of arousal had been magnified because based on the evenings prior events I now knew where this was going. It was all going to happen again, just as before. I was torn between wanting the affirmation of it being my wife and wanting the sexual heights of just watching her. Laurens earlier words had begun to repeat over and over in my head, "size queen."

"No, not yet," I sheepishly responded.

The 'ménage á trois' in front of me had not waited for my response and had already begun. The blonde woman, Susan I'm sure, had just engulfed the man in front of her. He held onto her shoulders and gently rocked her back and forth causing her to take his cock deeper and deeper with every swing. The man attached to giant cock was behind her slowly licking and fingering her pussy to get it ready for such an insult.

"How are you doing Nick?" Lauren asked.

"Uh, um, I, uh," I stuttered as I fought a wave or arousal coursing through my body mixing with adrenaline and tequila.

I noticed that in between oral thrusts Susan was staring directly at me causing my sexual arousal to become intolerable. Lauren must have noticed this too because she reached over and yanked my robe to the side. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as the silk robe rubbed along my engorged prick.

"That's a lot of pre-cum," Lauren said as she leaned over and whipped off a massive drip that was slowly making its way down my shaft, "You're a 10!"

"Oh god!" I exclaimed. 

"Easy girl, I'm getting really close," I whimpered as Laurens finger left my shaft and I recalled the 'rating scale' Dana had used earlier and Lauren was now applying to me. 

Lauren smiled widely upon hearing my whimper and became rather giddy.

"How about I have her remove her mask," Lauren teased thoroughly enjoying my torment and using it to allow herself to become hornier.

"Not...yet..." I slowly responded.

I could see the Susan had taken a break from her sucking and began to communicate her wishes to the two men. They responded nonverbally and began to twist her ninety degrees from how she currently was hanging. She was still parallel with the floor but her head was now to my left, facing the back of the room, and her feet faced the opposite direction. She strained to look back at the giant man behind her and gave him a seductive nod.

"I know what that means," I thought as my heart began to race. 

My dick started to twitch by itself and Lauren noticed its movement. 

"Do you want me to touch you?" she asked in a soft and sultry tone.

I was unable to respond. I was transfixed on what was happening. It was time. Susan wanted to get fucked. The man behind her motioned towards the hostess and she had already assumed what he would need. Before he was able to say anything Sheila was there with a bottle of lube. The man allowed her to generously apply it for him. She coated his shaft completely and then gave his balls a playful squeeze as she finished. He smiled to thank her then turned to focus on the task at hand.

I could see that Susan's pussy was absolutely dripping but because of the man's size the extra lube was still going to be needed. He slowly leaned forward and began working his giant manhood into her. She pulled her head up and back off the other gentleman's cock and let out a loud moan.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnhhh," she gasped as she worked to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck this is making me so hot!" Lauren blurted out, "I want a piece of that!"

With every passing second he was able to implant more and more of himself. I could see him forcing her pussy to stretch. Every thrust forward caused her pussy to dimple inward and each outward stroke it clung to the colossal pole. Her eyes had rolled back into her head. After what seemed like an eternity the massive tool had achieved full penetration and settled on a hurried but steady pace. 

As the giant cock continued sliding in and out, coated in a shimmering mixture of lube and my wife's secretions, Susan began growling, 

"Uggghggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the sound echoed out into the room as she hung there, experiencing a fullness she never had before. 

"I can't take it anymore," Lauren confessed pulling her robe off.

She leaned backwards throwing her right leg over the soft arm of the chair she occupied. Hastily she moved her left hand towards her pussy and pulled what little material was there off to one side. With her right hand she began attacking her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmmm, yeeeeeessss!" she began moaning as her body rewarded her for her efforts.

I was starting to loose control. More pre-cum was now rolling down my throbbing, twitching cock in even greater amounts. I had become transfixed watching my wife take such an enormous prick, no doubt being converted to a "size queen" before my very eyes. My ears were being flooded with the sounds of Laurens heavy breathing and moaning.

I looked over at Lauren and watched as she took her middle and ring finger together and repeatedly bury them deep inside herself. Her index finger and pinky were straight, pointed directly towards the floor, framing the margins of her hot box. Every few second she would use her thumb to manipulation her clit.

Eyes watering and voice shaking I leaned towards her and pleaded, "Please go check now."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I can't take it anymore!" I cried out, "Please, I want to know if that is Susan!"

Lauren stood up and walked over to her. She pulled her face off of the cock she had begun fellating again and slid her mask down over her chin. The women looked over. Her face was flush and a vein was pronounced in her forehead from the strain of what was happening to her body. I readied myself for an earth shattering orgasm and then my heart sank. 

Again, it was not Susan! It was not my wife! I could not believe it. It took a moment to register. I had been so sure this time! 

"Fuck!" I yelled mostly out of shear sexual frustration. I wanted to cum so desperately.

Lauren grinned at my frustrations. She walked over to the giant dick still pounding away in the back of what was now just some blonde stranger. Lauren reached down and grabbed him by the base of his member and began talking with him. Smiling he withdrew his giant tool and Lauren bent at the waist to take him into her mouth. Her stance had given me a direct view of her beautiful little snatch being pinched by her perfectly toned thighs. I watched as her free hand made its way between them and began massaging her clit occasionally diving her middle finger deep into her love tunnel. 

I began to struggle and pull against the ropes that fused me to the chair, "Argh," I grunted in frustration.

At first Lauren paid me no mind. She was too enamored with her newfound plaything. A minute or so went by and Lauren stood up straight again. Still stroking his giant cock from tip to base. Lauren had another few words for him and then with her left hand she parted the pussy of my wife's look alike. As she guided the massive cock back into the woman hanging by the ceiling it caused her to let out another loud moan informing everyone within earshot that she was working to accommodating his size again.

Lauren returned, "Strike two," she said in a consoling tone. 

"Damn, I know," I responded.

"You aren't angry are you?" she asked.

"No, just really frustrated. More sexually than anything else," I answered.

"I can see than," she responded again using her finger to dap a large amount of pre-cum off the shaft of my aching tool.

She untied me and I stood up still fully exposed and stretched my arms and shoulders. 

"What now?" I asked.

"We can stay and watch them finish," she said.

"I'd rather go look for Susan," I responded.

"Are you sure, it doesn't look like this will be much longer," she said, "Plus I want to be the next to have a crack at that," she explained pointing to the man with the monster between his legs.

"I'll stay if you'd like but I'm anxious to find my wife."

"No, I know you are, I'm just horny as hell now, we will go," she informed me.

With that she had made up her mind. She grabbed her robe off the floor and began throwing it over her head as she walked to the door. I was right behind her adjusting my own garment when Sheila spoke up.

"Have a wonderful evening," she said as we opened the door back into the hallway.

"Thank you. You too," I responded.

"Oh, I'll be back!" Lauren said in a promising tone.

We made our way across the hallway and began entering another room when Lauren asked, "Do you remember what this one is?"

"Uh...I think this had all the mirrors,"

"Errrrrhhhhh," Lauren said making a buzzer sound, "Wrong-o!"

She flung the doors open and standing right smack in the entrance was Katarina.

"Oh this is the last thing I need right now," I thought to myself.

"Nick!" she exclaimed excitedly leaning into me kissing each cheek, as is her custom.

"Hi again," I said. Looking around the room to determine the theme. It became very apparent; this room was the room with all the Sybians. Sybian sex machines were not the only toys in the room anymore however; a multitude of other toys that had been made available lay atop a long wooden table. 

Katarina was standing next to the long table with dozens and dozens of wrapped sex toys. A few of the guests were perusing the selections and Katarina excused herself.

"One moment please, I have to help these guests but I will be back. Oh, those eyes," she exclaimed referring to her attraction to my blue eyes as she walked away.

Katarina began conversing with two women that were examining a very stylish looking vibrator. I could tell she had begun to explain all of its functions and abilities to them and I had begun to stare at those panties again.

"I'm not seeing her," Lauren commented scanning the room.

The Sybian machines were set up sporadically around the room and again I counted six just as I had earlier in the day during my quick tour. All of them were currently being used providing a chorus of buzzing that quite nosily filled the air. As in the main ballroom a few small groups of people had gathered around the machines to watch or wait their turn. The sounds of pleasure were the only noises louder than the monotone buzzing. Some high pitched and others low and guttural expressed the orgasmic feelings coursing through the various riders' bodies. 

Two machines, placed not far from each other had attracted the largest gathering.

"Lets check out over here, I can't really see everyone from here," I proposed to Lauren.

"I'm right behind you," she affirmed.

As I approached the group I saw a petite little spinner bouncing up and down on the Sybian sex machine. There was a short man, wearing his mask, holding a small black square box. On top the box were two knobs and a power chord ran from the back of it and connected to the Sybian. He was controlling the sensations the machine was producing with this control panel and the woman riding loved every minute of it.