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Chapter 39

By: flutterbykiss64



It had been months that I had known him and spent time with him. I had fantasized many times in my mind what making love to him would be like. I had refrained from my desires. How could I approach the subject with him. I had no idea he had some of the same thoughts going through his head as well.

When I saw him waiting at the car, I felt a warm sensation gush over my entire body. I felt the warm fluid escape from my vaginal lips and trickle down my inner thigh. My clit was throbbing for his touch and my womanly cave ached to have his hard throbbing cock buried deep within her walls. I held these feelings and thoughts of wanton lust inside. I didn't want to seem too eager. I wanted him to want me and I was going to play a little hard to get. I wanted him to show me how much he desired me and how eager he was to make love to me. I wanted him to make the first move, no matter how much I desired his touch or wanted him I was going to restrain myself from being the one to leap into fate. 

I had already engaged in a few nights of passionate kissing and heated foreplay. I was hungry for more. I was like a ravenous lion ready to jump my prey, and feed from the victim I had captured. I wanted to taste his kisses and feel his flesh. I wanted to engage in such heated passion that the world outside just simply disappeared. I wanted to be consumed by the pleasure and ecstacy that would be felt as he took me from any and every angle of kama sutra. I wanted to feel alive with lust, love and passion. I had resisted his advances, even as his hands moved across my body causing the blood to rush to the surface of my skin. I wanted a little more private setting if we were going to go any further. So far we had not taken it past the stages of a little lustful playing.

I knew what pleasures I could and wanted to give to him and what I wanted for myself, but I wasn't ready to reveal this to him just yet. I wanted him to yearn and burn to feel a fiery passion for me. I wanted him to lust for my kisses and the touch of my velvet skin. I wanted to haunt his dreams and consume his every waking moment. I wanted to be the object he so desired that he could not rest till he had me for his own.

I saw him parked beside my car. I smiled sheepishly as I was unlocking the door. He was talking to me from his car. He asked me to follow him. I asked, "Where to?" He replied, "Up the road." I could not resist the temptation, so I agreed. He lead me to a secluded park on the edge of town. There was no one in sight. I saw him coming to the car to join me as I scoured the view. It was haunting in the darkness. Very private.

As he entered the vehicle he asked, "Is this privacy enough?" "Yes." I replied. I could see the crevices of his dimples as a smile formed across his lips. It was if I had said some sort of magical phrase. 

He moved closer to me, kissing me and putting his arms around me. I could feel the fire in his lips as the passion poured from his soul. I could feel the fever for our desires grow. I knew there would be no turning back this time.

We moved to the back seat. We started removing articles of clothing as we hungrily kissed and caressed. He cupped my breasts and fed from the white mounds of flesh. His mouth moved across my skin embellishing me with kisses where ever his lips touched. His hands moved downward into my pants seeking the warmth and wetness of my womanly desires. His fingers danced in and out of my cave and tickled my clit as they moved in the silky fluid. I could hear my heart pounding, I thought the world would hear it. I moved my hands across his body burning a trail across his skin with my finger tips. I moved downward I longed to feel the excitement in his hard cock. I caressed its shaft as I felt the throbbing of his desires. He moaned and shivered with excitement under my touch. I removed my pants and made my self more comfortable as I opened myself to him for his taking. I wanted to feel his penetration. I reached for his hard rod and placed it at the opening of my woman hood as my eyes looked into his and begged him to enter me. 

I felt the warmth as he glided into my depths. He moaned with each and every stroke he took, letting me know how much he had longed for this night. Letting me feel how much he had wanted to feel himself deep inside my walls. I reciprocated with the moans of pleasure that escaped my mouth and the thrusts of my hips as they met his. I moved my hands across his back caressing his butt pulling it into me harder deeper and faster. The friction between us was igniting. I felt him throbbing as he moaned my name over and over and erupted a sea of juice into my cavern. I then let go and spewed forth a fountain of warm fluid.

It was an exasperating, exhilarating explosion of pent up energy. We collapsed together catching our breath and just basking in the moment of ecstacy. As we gathered our strength and got dressed, we remarked to one another how pleasurable the experience was even if it was short lived.

He kissed me a few more times as we said our goodbyes. I followed him out of the park and down the road. He waved as I turned to head for home. 

On the trip I just listened to the radio and reminisced about what had just happened. I smiled as I felt complete pleasure. I also knew I would want more. This time had been so full of intense madness. The caged lust we had felt that needed released was the only thing on our minds at the time. I knew the next time would definitely be a little longer with a little more erotic exploration. I wanted to have his cock in my mouth and feel it get hard as I sucked on the shaft. I wanted him to lick my throbbing clit and taste my juices as they sprang from me. I wasn't sure if he liked that sort of thing but I was willing to find out. I could only fantasize about the night and hope for more in the future. 

Chapter 4: Reoccuring Thoughts



It had felt so real that night with him. Even though I knew it was only over the net, the feelings were there. I would think of it and feel the moistness as it grew within me. I had an experience never before felt. The passions, like a composition filling to its highest crescendo in a crash of emotional waves. I still shudder at the thoughts, of him in my mind. 

I try to get control of myself as I begin having these reoccurring daydreams of you. Why do these thoughts of you plague me so? I don’t understand, and cannot fathom as to why. Why are they so constant? I know that I cannot help but smile when I do. I stop to shake the cobwebs from my head, and decide to start my day. Looking over to the clock, I see it’s only 7:10 am; I have time before I can give you a quick tingle on the phone. I get up and head off to do the mundane chores. 

Yes, that dreaded thing of every woman’s nightmares housework! I could think of a lot better things to do with my time. Rising from my desk, I head off into the kitchen. I put the kettle on for a fresh cup of coffee and begin running the dishwater from this mornings breakfast. Once done I put on a load of clothes, and begin straightening around the house. I try to find things to occupy my time, trying to find things to occupy my mind is even harder. I can’t rightly understand why you plague my thoughts so.

Heading back to the kitchen, I fill the sink with the dishes and begin to wash them. Amid washing the plates, I stop. An impish grin plays across my mouth, as I look down and stare at the soapsuds on my hands. I lightly rub my hands together. Squeezing the suds within my grasp and watching as they slip from between my fingers. My thoughts turn to what it would be like having you in the shower with me. Thinking what delicious fun we could have. My word. I’m missing you so much. 

I find it troubling that I cannot keep you from my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, and once again I shake the thoughts loose from my mind. My day goes with relative ease, as the time slowly ticks away. I thought of the times we shared together. The many hours spent in deep conversations. However, most often my time spent at your side; with whom I love beyond all others. Love with such a passion, so intense that it is like a wound to my heart. Laughing and chaffing one another, we would spend so few hours together, but each one of such quality, always treasured always remembered in my heart. 

I fix myself a coffee and decide to sit on the computer to chat. I greet online friends, our chats casual. I talk to one of the girls I had met on a trip earlier this year in the states. She has been my friend for a very long time and one whom I care for and respect highly. I travelled several days to meet with her and when we did, we had such a ball! We talked much of the times and experiences we had in the chat. We ribbed one another of times, many jokes and tricks played to one another in that time. Many happy times as well as sorrows that have passed between us as well. She is an online sub, one who meets her Master face to face...I envy her. 

The one thing that I would give in this whole world would be to meet him. I would love to have that opportunity, but that is not on our side, living so far from one another. I guess that is good in a way. Maybe, one day we will stand face to face, looking up into each other’s eyes. I want to feel him hold me in his strong arms and warm embrace, and see the real depth of the passion and love that we share within ourselves for each other. I think that it is but a dream for both of us, living in a torrid fantasy, alone in our own thoughts. My yearning for him is always there, and I crave his touch. Just once to hear him once, whispering my name softly against my ear. It is a dream that we both dream, the one thing most of all that binds us together. 

I guess you could say we are both old fashioned and most hopeless romantics. We crave the sweet attention and give it so readily, both of us lavishing what we give in return. I tell my girlfriend that I will return and pick up the phone to call him. Our talk is not long, but hearing his voice moves me in so many ways. The chime of his laugh is infectious; you cannot help yourself to not smile or even laugh with him when he does. I start to pout because I know I cannot talk long, as he is at work, but we talk many times during the day through messages and quick calls. I bid him goodbye and he tells me we will talk soon, I feel a sense of loss as I hang up my phone. It is like, an emptiness in the pit of my belly. I know he is with me always. I have but to touch my heart and know that he is there. Shaking off my sorrows, I regather myself and return to talk to my girlfriend awhile. 

My girlfriend and I talked for quite some time, but the clock was still ticking away too slowly for me. After awhile she told me, it was time for bed. “Chuckling”, I think we were both tired of listening to each other talk of our men in our online lives. We prattled on for a long time about them. With us being a world and a half, away time is so different. It didn’t help much, so we bid each other sweet sleeps and she signed off. I fumbled around for something to do. I folded a load of clothes and proceeded to put on another load. Time passed as I sent him a short note in ICQ, telling him that I loved him and would see him later. I signed off and went to start my dinner. 

I remember one night in the chat he told me of a dream he had. He told me that he envisioned me in white, we were facing one another looking into each other’s eyes, no words said between us. He was fishing you see, finding out what I thought of online marriages. You see, in our chat couples can have an online marriage and be that of a couple, permanently bonded by rings or tags. It would show others that they belong to one that means the most to them. I recollect that I had told him that no one would DARE catch me dressed in white, as I laughed. He seemed disheartened. The months that we had been together online, were precious to us both. We always looked forward to our time together and distraught when we could not be together for some real life drama or another. Our understanding was the one thing that kept us bound together. 

This one particular time I was waiting for him, I was going through my avatars and came across a set of rings, ones that people would wear upon their names to show that they are bound. I pulled them from my bag and set them to a corner, hidden but not fully out of sight. That night when he came online, I was not at my computer at the time. He is very observant as he pointed them out to me, circling them with a red drawing as to show me where I had put them. I commented on his eyesight, but said nothing. Then I had asked him “Do you have something to ask me?” You could feel the tension as if nothing was even there. We had our cams on and I could see the turmoil in his face, wondering if that was what I was thinking as well. I let it go for a time; he jotted me a note in the chat telling me that if what he thought I meant was wrong he would feel most foolish. I enquired as to what he wished to ask me that made him so uncomfortable. I must admit it was very hard to try to keep a straight face on cam without busting a gut immediately. 

Time passed as I let him stew on his thoughts, as I would not reveal anything in my eyes or words to give him inkling as to my meaning. After quite some time he typed a question, He asked if I would be his and his alone. He asked if I would marry him online. I said nothing; I gave no indication of acknowledgement for him to see. No words issued forth from my mouth, just utter silence. Then I frowned, I think you could see the sweat bead on his forehead from the hush and stillness between us. I watched as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. I watched his eyes darting this way and that. I saw him drop his head and he began to type and enquired of the weather where I was.

I could not hold it in any longer. Laughing aloud, I told him it was about time he asked me…and he called me a mean bitch. I wondered if I would have to do it myself. The joy he showed was most contagious, as I got caught up into it myself. This for months is something I longed for, to be a part of him. 

He asked that I stay in the room we were in that he would return for me. I did not know what he was doing only that he said it was a surprise. Finally, he bade me to come to him, when I did, my heart started in surprise. The room he made in which he was asking me to be his bride. He said he had had this a very long time but afraid to ask as I said I wouldn’t wear white. He was afraid I would turn him away, or not wish to be with him if he did. I blushed and told him I was waiting for him to ask this of me for a very long time, because the strong feelings between us and I wished to be with no one else. 

“Will you marry me?” He asked quietly. 

“I will,” Delighted beyond all measures, my heart feeling as if it has taken wings in flight. 

“I want you to belong to me and no other,” he said. 

“That I already do, I will be yours for my life.” My heart beat so hard I felt as if it would burst from my chest. 

“Do you swear it? “He looks into my eyes, his face sombre. 

“Upon the brightest star, the highest wave in the ocean, my heart beats for you and no other. “I speak ever so softly. 

He holds out his hand. I reached out to put my hand in his and it felt as if a lightening bolt seared through me. The convulsion sizzled from my finger to my feet and arched then to my head. Tears begin to trickle like pewter rain, down my cheeks. Turning to me, he reaches up and gently wipes away my tears with his thumb. He tells me of his love for me and the tears run anew. Reaching down to gently kisses me, and I feel him smile against my lips. Long and passionate his kiss was, I felt as if my whole body was going to melt. I languidly soften into his arms. I thought there could be nothing that would ever go bad with what we have together. He tells me now that there is nothing that could make him any happier. I don’t think that I could agree more. The circle is now complete. We are both happy in our lives being able to give one another something of due happiness. 



Chapter 51



The After Work Meeting

I had called you back to the unit several times for different things, but today you came back on your own. I missed seeing you saunter up and down the halls but since you were done with most of the chores on the unit you had no reason to be back there. You had to clean the carpets today and I was enjoying the view. It was good to see you moving back and forth as your arm muscles showed as you moved about with the heavy vacuum. 

I still had a longing for your touch and to kiss you. I can't tell you how many times I fantasized about that. I am sure you have your share of the women so I am nothing to fantasize about, but I like to at least think that maybe you have had a thought or two about me. I guess I will never know, you are so secretive and shy about those sort of things. I never know how to read you. I do like talking with you about every day things and the flirtations are nice too. Sometimes I go too far and stick my foot in my mouth, but I know you enjoy it to by the way you laugh and smile. Some day I keep saying you may make a move or say something to me that will let me know you really do want to see me other than at work. I will probably be speechless if that ever happens.

When you moved to plug in the vacuum it was all I could do to keep from touching you. The heat that was sweltering inside me was overwhelming. I just wanted to take you and passionately kiss you and lay you down right there on the floor. Now that is crazy. Don't ask me why I have such thoughts I just do. The sparks I get from you are so igniting I can barely stand it. I feel so full of passion and eroticism that I have to slow myself down to catch my breath. Dumb I know. I can't help myself.

Why do you think when I have to come in to work, on a day off, that I wear provocative clothing, I want to get your attention. I guess it is doing no good cause you don't say anything. Oh well, a gal can dream can't she?

The day came when you said you would be back and meet me down the street at the park. I assumed it was just to talk since you had never come on to me in any other way. I said I could meet you. 

I got off work at 7pm that evening and drove to the park. I saw you standing there by your truck. You had a blanket in one hand and a smile on your face. We went for a walk through the woods and came to a nice secluded spot, where you spread out the blanket. We had talked about the weather and the days events as we walked. You even held my hand to guide me through the path. 

I was surprised, but glad that you asked me to see you. It was always good to talk outside of work. Too many eyes and ears around. BUT, I didn't care anymore. My life and friends were just that and as long as it didn't interfere with how I did my job, it shouldn't matter to anyone. You looked at me with those dazzling eyes of yours and that handsome grin. I melted as usual. I tried to keep my composure. You lifted my chin with your hands and placed a soft gentle kiss on my lips. As you pulled away I pulled you back and kissed you with more passion and depth. 

If I was getting a chance for a kiss I was going to make it worth while. I could tell by the stunned look on your face that you did not expect to get such a desirous kiss from me. I think the only images you ever had of me, was in my scrubs. I don't think you ever took me out of the work place and imagined me in any other way. Well baby I was here to show you different. Ha ha ha!

As I started to pull away, I felt you pull me closer. You started to caress me, my hair, my face, my back, and down the rest of my body. I think for the first time you seen me for what and who I am. I sensed the passion flowing not only in my own body but yours as well. I felt your grip tighten and you kisses grow more passionate. You began to kiss my neck and breath harder. We lay back and let the moment consume us. The air around us was warm and breezy. The sparks that were flying between us were more full of heat. 

I had wanted this day to come for so long and had hoped you could feel it to. Sometimes I thought you did and other days I was unsure. I tried in every way to let you know how I felt, but it was hard when I don't get a response. I am too shy and don't want the rejection, so I can't come out and ask. I can feel the magnetic force that pulls us together every time we are in close proximity. BUT how do I say anything? Do you want me to make the first move. I would if I knew it would do any good. Most of the time I never know your schedule after work. I would meet you any chance I got after work, or on a day off even. Oh well, I'll shut up and just enjoy the moment. 

I unbuttoned your jeans and slid my hand to feel your hard shaft. IT was more than I imagined. My hand slid up and down to explore the veins of your bulge. The wetness escaped from my vaginal walls and was trickling down my leg. I felt your hand move to my belly and slide int my pants. Your fingers found my clit and rubed it and then entered my cave. You could hear my sigh as your fingers pleasured me. My hand was rubbing harder and fster on your shaft without me even noticing it. I wanted to taste your manhood. I moved myself to a postion to taste the flesh of your shaft. I moved my mouth up and down on you and deep throated it. You could feel my throat muscles as it massaged the circumference of your rod. The tip of your penis felt like it would explode as my tongue played over the opening. Flicking it with a soft gentle lick. Then I engorged it swiftley to the depths of my throat again and swallowed it. I massaged it with my hands as my mouth moved up and down on the rock hard shaft. I let my fingers rub and caress your balls as I sucked on your pleasures. I could hear the moans as my mouth worked its magic upon your cock.

Your fingers danced around in my juices and rubbed my clit with furious passion as your felt my suckling upon your dick. I could barely stand it. I found it hard to concentrate. I wanted to pleasure you in every way I could, but yet I was enjoying the pleasures of your touch as well. I wanted to straddle you and have you suck on my clit so you could feel and taste me as I was you. I wanted to feel you inside me as we rode the wave of rapture together. I so much wanted to please and be pleased. I wanted it to be a moment in time neither of us would soon forget.I knew I was breathing hard and I also knew my moans were intense and loud. I never wanted to stop. It felt so good to be in such ecstacy. The eroticism that was between us was not imagined at all. It was like no other experience. It wasn't suppose to be.

At that time you moved me to sit upon your face as you sucked and tonged my clit and vaginal cave till I could barely stand it. I could feel the juices arise as it spewed from my walls and into your mouth. I could hear you drink from the pleasures of my woman hood. I could take it no more as I straddled your hard cock and placed myself upon you. I eased upon your steed and began in a steady back and forth rocking motion. I then felt your hands gather at my waist and move me up and down on you. Your pace quickened as did your breathing. I heard your moans of joy. I heard myself moan aloud as I arched my back to receive all of you. I wanted you to go to the depths of my walls. I then felt you hold me as your grip became tight and your breathing erratic. I felt you spill forth a warming fluid into my vaginal cave. I kept up the pace and allowed myself to over come the urge to hold off and I to found myself in an orgasmic rage of passion as I gushed a flow of juice bathing your rod in my heat.It was like nothing else I had imagined. I could never have pictured it to be at all like it had been. I can only hope it was not a let down to you.

We looked at each other and smiled. You kissed me and held me close. I heard you whisper how much you had enjoyed the after work meeting. I only hoped it wasn't the last time we ever experienced each other. 



Chapter 52



Butterfly Kisses

The day was warm with a cool breeze blowing and I had no intentions of doing anything on my day off, especially meeting someone I had never seen before; not even a picture to glance at. I was not one to just jump into things of this nature. I had only met a couple of people and I had talked with them and seen pictures and chatted online for several months before even considering seeing them in person. I was very cautious in that aspect. If I ever did meet anyone it usually was in a very public place. Never did I saunter into the devils own yard; so to speak.

There was something about your voice and the way you talked to me that made me very curious and very comfortable. Not many people could do that. Especially not on the phone or just by chatting online. 

It had been a long time since we first talked and I just figured you had made up your mind to pursue other avenues. Then one day out of the blue I got a call. I got a IM. You explained how you had been away and now you were back. We talked several other times after that and got to know each other a little better. You asked each time we talked if I would meet you. I turned you down. Then one time you asked and I was just in the mood to come for a visit. You gave me directions, to your place. I was so nervous....I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know if you would even like me. I had no clue as to what you looked like except for your descriptions. I was just going to try and relax and make the best of it.

I approached your house, and called to make sure I was in the right area. You led me right to the door and then told me the wrong one. I waited as you realized your error and came to find me. You were so sexy, so sweet, and so friendly. I felt comfortable right at the start. Even though I was still quivering inside. I had worn a skirt and top for the first meeting.....and you let me know right up front that I looked sexy. 

My belly churned as I gave you a hug for the first time. It was warm and igniting. I felt the magnetism from the start. You surrounded me with gentleness, warmth, and softness. You were so sweet affectionate and passionate.......And that first kiss was so full of desire and heat, it nearly took my breath away. The way you kissed was more than I could have ever imagined. It is like you read my mind as to the way I liked to kiss. You received my kisses and gave back the heat and desire. Those kisses were enough to stir up the mix. I could feel my lust grow and my wanton desires. I felt my loins get moist from the fluid that escaped from my woman hood. I felt flushed and dizzy. I wanted you and I wanted you right then.

I could feel you hard dick beneath me as it grew from my touch. I felt as though you were in sync with me and knew just what the next move would be. Foreplay was glorious as we played awhile on the couch. As the moment grew, you reminded me of the first message you ever sent me. "It was can I kiss your butterfly?" and indeed you did. I gave you a taste of my butterfly juice as it sprayed from the daunting pleasures you placed upon its lips. I was in intense pleasure from your mouth. Your hands moving across my body to explore my every curve. I let my self writhe in the heat of the moment. I could tell you were enjoying my company as well. 

There was a knock at the door, you sent me to a more private area as u went to answer the door. After a few moments you came back but this time we were in your bed. We lay there and played a little more. I rubbed your hard cock and got down to the position to taste you. I consumed your dick and sucked it to the back of my throat swallowing the tip. I moved my hands to caress your balls and then sucked them as well. I licked your inner thighs...my tongue traced your underwear line.........or should I say tan line since you were a freedom sort of guy. I felt you flinch beneath me as you expressed that I was tickling you. I licked that much more. Your fluid began to escape from your cock as you placed yourself on top of me and entered me with ease. The first stroke is always so electrifying. As we enjoyed each stroke there after...each moment more intensified. The moans of pleasure, the whispers of erotic enjoyment. The way you filled me was total and complete. It felt so gratifying to be with a lover that knew and felt my desires and passions without speaking a word. I felt your mount tighten as your grip grew tight. I had come to the brink of explosion and together we let ourselves go. I had not done that in a while. Hardly ever did I orgasm at the same time as my partner. It felt elating.

We lay there holding each other. Caressing each other. Just enjoying the company and touch of each other. Talking about everyday things, as if we had been together for a long time. It was comforting. It was relaxing. 

As we lay there in the afterglow. I could feel my desires starting to ignite again. I started kissing you again. You grew hard with my kisses. I could feel your hunger growing. We began to play again but this time we did not waste anytime in getting to making love. It was full of hunger, lust and wanton passion. You mounted me, without any thought. I met your hips with mine as we rode together. This time one cumming then the other. It was more fast paced than before. It was more full of animalistic heat. It was intense and erotic. It was absolutely satisfying.

Again we lay together as we noticed the time and figured we better depart. I didn't want to leave and neither did you, but it was a must. We would have other times together I had said. You were sure of yourself and said that I could come back anytime. I laughed as you walked me to my vehicle. I smiled and said, "Do you still want to kiss my butterfly?" You laughed and said I did, and will again.



Chapter 7-1/2



Yeah, that's what I would have called it if I were writing a book, a bit of a half chapter between my accident and my getting out of the hospital. It didn't warrant a full chapter because, although it was an important thing in my life, it only warrants a half chapter because of how quick it all happened. One minute I was barely conscious awaiting my next round of meds and the next I found myself in the middle of an odd three-way.

I was in a private room at the hospital after a automobile accident that left me with two broken legs, one broken arm and a badly sprained wrist. The first few days after the accident I was in such a haze from the pain killers and other drugs I really didn't know what was going on. After a week or so I was able to recognize my wife's voice and I remember seeing her a couple of times, but it was all so confusing.

Anyway, on this particular morning I remember hearing my wife's voice. I remember hearing her say, "Yes, he is waking up, quick, go lock the door."

Blinking my eyes I slowly got them to focus on my wife's face. "Hi babe," I wheezed.

"Hi honey, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Okay I guess, how long have I been here?"

"It's almost three weeks now hon, three weeks since the wreck, three weeks I've been up here every day, isn't that right Danny?"

"Yes Mr. Compton, she's been up here every day to see you," I heard a strange man reply while seeming to be fumbling with something.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"That's Danny, your Technician today. He checks your temperature, your blood pressure and generally takes care of you."

"My pain pills?"

"No, no, the nurse needs to bring those, but she won't be here for a while," my wife, Justine, replied. She moved back from the bed and for some reason stepped out of her pants and panties. Moving back to me she then pulled the blanket off of me and then I felt her fingers run over my cock.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh come on hon, this thing has been a wet noodle since you got here," she said, stroking me.

"But..."

"Just watch this and I bet you'll come to life," she said, releasing my cock. She then turned and kneeled beside the bed. Suddenly she had a huge cock in her hand and slowly began stroking it. "That's it hon, watch what I do with this cock," she said just before turning and sliding her mouth over the head of the cock.

Feeling my head spin a bit, I turned and saw Danny standing there without his pants as my wife took his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on him and I could hear the loud, slurping noises her mouth made on him. After a few moments of this I saw her reaching back up to the bed, where she grabbed my cock. She began stroking me in unison with her head bobbing on Danny's cock.

I felt torn and confused, but damn, the sight of a woman sucking a huge cock like that always turned me on, and dazed as I was, it really didn't seem to matter now that it was my wife sucking that huge cock, it was turning me on now. Oddly, in spite of the pain, the confusion and all the drugs in my system my cock hardened as I watched Danny's glistening cock go in and out of my wife's mouth.

Suddenly, she pulled away from him, letting a sparkling trail of saliva dangle between the tip of his cock and her mouth. She looked up at Danny and said, "He's hard now, are you ready?"

I heard Danny reply, "Oh yeah."

My wife stood up, rested her elbows on the bed beside me while she spread her legs wide apart. Danny then moved in behind her while Justine reached down between her legs and took hold of his cock. I watched Danny's face go from an expression of anticipation to one of pleasure as she guided his cock into her pussy. Only after he gritted his teeth and thrust his cock into so hard my bed shook did Justine look back at me.

"Oh hon, I just knew seeing that would get you up. Now let me..." she began mumbling as I felt her lips slide over my cock. 

In spite of seeing another man shoving his enormous cock into my wife's pussy, I couldn't help but simply lean back and give in to the sensations swirling over me. The wet warmth of her mouth and tongue were doing incredible things to my cock and damn, it had been so long since, oh damn, yes, it felt so good. I suddenly came, spurting my cum into her mouth all the while listening to Danny's balls slap her ass over and over again.

Justine swallowed the cum and then held her mouth over me while my cock softened. I could feel the jolt of each thrust vibrating in the bed as well as in her mouth. After a minute or so I watched as she let my cock tumble out of her mouth. She let her head rest on my thighs and rubbed her face over my cock and balls as Danny drove her closer and closer to coming. 

I watched as she suddenly grimaced, moaned loudly and then her body suddenly went slack as she came. Her moan reverberated as Danny quickened his pace, his balls slapping wildly on her. Finally, after a few more savage thrusts that actually slid the bed sideways he groaned and then obviously came, shoving so hard into her that her feet actually lifted off the floor.

She remained like that, arms on my bed, head on my thighs and feet dangling above the ground for several moments as Danny arched his back and spurted his cum deep into her pussy. When he finished, he quickly pulled his glistening, cum soaked cock out of her, slipped his pants back on and then grabbed his equipment and left. Justine then backed away from the bed and with the white froth from her pussy dripping down her leg, she grabbed her pants and panties and pulled them back on.

When she got her clothes arranged she leaned forward, sucked my soft cock into her mouth, sucking up the last of my cum and then quickly pulled away and covered me up. She then leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth to give me a taste of my cum before stepping back.

I noticed the nurse had come into my room and she was attaching an IV to one of the lines in my neck. As she was pushing some buttons on the IV pump Justine leaned over and whispered, "Wasn't that fun hon? We'll try it again later ok?" She kissed me on the forehead and then said, "Well, goodnight now hon, I'll see you tomorrow."

"But wait," I replied, "I want..." I wanted to talk, but the room slowly darkened and I drifted...



Chapter One



Before I start my story I guess I should introduce myself. I'm a 22 year old woman that is self sufficient, independent, and extremely opinionated. Not to mention a highly sexual person. I lost my virginity when I was 18 to someone I thought I loved. Turned out not to be a lasting relationship. But he gave me the one thing no other man had given to me up unto that point. Self-confidence, in myself and my worth as a woman. I'm not beautiful. At 5'8" with measurements of 38-30-36 and C cup breast, I'm not a petite sized woman. My light brunette hair swings just below my shoulder blades. My eyes are weird, changing between a light green all the way through to a dark blue, depending on my mood and what clothing I decide to wear. I prefer wearing clothing for comfort instead of for looks. I wear very little make up, but having nearly flawless skin does help a bit. 

But I'm getting off the subject. Deciding to share some of my more interesting sexual experiences has been an interesting decision. I couldn't decide if I should start from the beginning or the end. Or maybe pick up the key events in my sexual history. Losing my virginity, even though it was a key event, turned out to be too personal for me to share. So I will start with the man who gave me a voice in bed.

His name was John and he was 19 when I started dating him. I met him through a mutual friend of ours. He was exactly the opposite of my type. He was just barely tall enough to look me in the eyes. He was a cowboy that worked for the city to make ends meet while he was trying to raise enough money to build up his herd of cattle. His boyish charm was contagious. The fact that his pale blue eyes could look directly into your soul didn't help. He was also the first man that I had dated with facial hair. A small little thing that could easily be forgotten, but that played a definite roll in our sex lives. His body was rock hard, from the tossing of hay bales since he was big enough to. He also had the biggest dick I have ever seen in my entire life. Weighing in a 9 ½ inches long and as big around as a pop can. The head was smaller, the girth widening as you went down it. Just didn't seem to fit with this shorter lanky built man. But time and time again he proved me wrong. 

The first time we had sex he spent an enormous about of time with foreplay, which I had never had, but he was the 2nd person I had ever had sex with, so it was a new experience. It was dark in his bedroom and all that could be heard was the heavy breathing coming from us. His body covering mine, our hands running over each other. The kissing and petting on his part. Me enjoying his touch. He found that he could create me to moan and squirm around when he would rub is fur covered chin on the inside of my hips. It also would make me just wet myself quicker than anything short of tonguing my pussy. And he loved that. 

He was all over my body, kissing, stroking, plunging 1 and then 2 fingers into my pussy till I was meeting his fingers with thrusts. Crawling back up my body he took the time to tongue at my belly button, bite hard on my nipples. Sucking them to soothe the ache that he had caused. Nibbling on my neck and then finally looking me in the eyes, rubbing his nose against mine, smiling while kept his cock from touching my body at all. Then he kissed me hard and told me he wanted to take it slow because he didn't want to hurt me. I just laughed and said that wasn't possible. Boy did he prove me wrong. As he pushed the head in me, the smile that was across my face disappeared. All I could do was whimper as I felt inch after inch sliding in my pussy. Then he stopped after about six inches, him panting in my ear, biting on my lobe telling me I would be alright. He was gonna take it slow. 

I didn't want to move, I didn't want to encourage him to go any deeper into my cunt. That was the farthest that any cock had ever been in me, and I was petrified what would happen if he went any further. But I did begin to move, sliding up just a little and pulling back. It didn't hurt anymore. It was as if my body had adjusted itself to him. All he could do was groan. Kissing me hard, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled onto his back. Sitting me on top. Not a new position, just one I wasn't use to. He kept me close to his chest telling me that I could control the sex now. I was the one who decided how deep he went. That was the most enlightening experience. John gave me the gift of knowing that I had the power to control my own sexual fulfillment. 

Sitting up, I placed my hands on his chest and began to slide down. For some reason I was no longer scared of the monster cock in me. I controlled it now and that gave me the strength. With each rising and falling I could feel it begin to stretch my pussy. But with each thrust I got more wet, wetter than I had ever been in my entire life. Then he began to thrust up, just a little causing me to gasp. I was trying to be as quiet as possible while still enjoying the feel of my first and only big cock. Suddenly as if John knew what I was doing, he wrapped his hands in my hair and pulled me down for a brutal kiss. Sliding his tongue in my mouth in rhythm with each thrust up of his hips, pushing himself as deep as he could go. Still all I was doing was moaning softly, and he didn't seem to like that. Biting my bottom lip hard, he growled at me. "I want you to scream. I wont stop til you do." 

Quickly rolling me back onto my back, he lifted my legs over his shoulders til my knees were resting on my chest, smashing my breast underneath them. And the assault began. Leaning fully on his arms it was like he was doing pushups pressing into depths of my pussy that I didn't know existed, hitting spots that seem to cause guttural sounds to come out of my mouth that I didn't know existed. In and out slowly at first as if to let me to adjust to the length of his thrusts. Then they began to speed up. His knees suddenly on the bed again for balance. As the speed of his thrusts increased, so did the noise that was coming out of me. I had never heard myself. Soon his balls were bouncing off my ass. His whole length was thrusting inside of me. The stretching that my pussy was doing was causing a bit of pain, but more pleasure than I had ever experience in my entire life. Then the first time while having intercourse I began to orgasm. And the screams that came out of my mouth, I still to this day don't know for sure it was me. It was loud, broken between sobs as my whole body throbbed and shook. My head tossing and turning as I began to feel so light headed I thought for sure I would pass out. And as my orgasm began to subside, he began to slow down. Apparently in the throes of my orgasm he had also had one. After the mandatory clean up, throwing away the condom, he cuddled up next to me kissing me on my neck. Then he whispered in my ear. "Every time we have sex, you will scream. That I promise you." 

And I did. For 2 months our highly sexual, yet innocent relationship went on. We found that work and school schedules and the time he was spending trying to build up his ranch didn't fit. We separated quietly, the complete opposite of the way our bedroom ever was.

This was the first of the stories of concerning my sex life. I don't know how well of an accounting it was. I will strive to do better with my next chapter. But remember it is just the 1st chapter and there are many others that will be told.



Chapter One In My Fairy Tale



My names Bobby Duke, I am married to Amanda Duke, my wife. I walked in on her cheating on me once, with my best friend. Yes, my best friend. I was shocked, and I didn't know what to do... so I forgave her. The second time I walked in on her with a family member, my own brother! This time instead of me walking in on her with a best friend or family member, at least, this time it was someone I knew, someone I knew very well. It was shocking for me, just like every other time. Don't worry, we're still together, just this time, I have her in check, what I realized I need was the opportunity to show her how much I love her.

Here's the story.

I work for a company and Amanda is a housewife. She stays at home, having a good time spending all my, hard owned, money. I do go, as some people call me, a wimp. I have a skinny build and I stand 5'5, no muscle tone, I wear rectangular glasses, I was always a smart kid. I loved school and I love learning. I know sign language, I can speak in Japanese and Chinese, I'm still working on French.. Amanda on the half is sexy. Amanda have big tits, her bra size is 48GG, big and nice, and a curvy body, she has an hour-glass figure, 24 inch waist and 35 inch hips.

Some people wonder how I get the hot girl, even though I look like a geek, and I wonder the same thing. Amanda stands 5'3, big luscious lips, nice round ass, beautiful round face, and hair that goes to her shoulders. I love Amanda with all my heart and if she ever left me, I wouldn't be able to live without her. I called in because I had to work late, again. Boss has been running my ass for days now. 

"I know, I know." I said to Amanda over the phone. 

"But I made a big dinner! Who's gonna eat it with me?" Amanda was fuming.

"I'm sorry, love but I can't come home at my original time." 

I had a headache and she was only making it worse. We argued over the phone for a while them finally she hanged up on me. I tried to call back but she ignored my call so I gave up. I had paperwork to fix because Danny Thomas, another worker here, messed up on some paper and got to still go home. I guess it makes sense, since he is the Boss son. 

Boss made me stay here and fix his errors, I was fuming with rage. Why couldn't he do it? I finished the work earlier then I thought, took me 5 hours, and tried to call home, no one picked up. It was weird, but I knew that Amanda was mad at me so I ignored it and started cleaning up my desk a little. It was looking bad and I didn't wanna keep Stacy here to clean it for me. Stacy is one of my helpers, she helps me with most of my work.

"Your still here, Mr. Duke?" Stacy asked, walking into my office.

"Yes, actually, I was leaving now." I told her, putting some of my papers in my brief case.

"Oh, me too. Maybe you would like to.. maybe.. umm... you know.. get a bite.. to eat?" She asked shyly. 

Stacy Rumps is a cutie, she's single, to my surprise, and dating now. The thing is... Stacy isn't my type. I don't know what it is, but I just don't seem attractive to Stacy "that way". Stacy stands maybe 5'2 to Amanda's 5'3. I try not to do it, but I just can't help but stare at her big tits sometimes, Stacy have nice legs and a bigger ass them Amanda, sometimes my eyes would travel down to her nice ass as she walks away.

"I would love to but I can't, Amanda is waiting for me to come home."

"Oh. Okay. " I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Yea.. well have a good night Stacy." I said, walking toward my Porche.

I started my car and headed toward home. I did see a car that didn't look familiar, as if it didn't belong to a family member of mine. A Lamborghini was in my parking spot. I looked at it for a minute and didn't seem to know anyone in the neighborhood that drove a expensive car that looked like this one. 

"Amanda?" I called her name, walking into the dining room to see a unfamiliar black man.

He seemed large and around my height, even with him sitting down. The black man sat at the end of the table, where I would usually sit.

"Amanda, who's this?" I asked, walking over to her and planting a kiss on her lips. 

"This is a... friend of mine." She seemed suspicious just then.

"His name?" I asked.

"Devin. Devin, this is my husband, Bobby." 

"Haha, she's right, you still do look like a nerd." Devin greeted me in a inappropriate way.

This is my house, I make the rules.

"You should go." I said.

The man named Devin looked over at Amanda and asked if he should leave.

"No, you don't have to." Amanda glared at me.

Truth is, me and Amanda have an open relationship now. We started yesterday and already she has someone in my house.

"Yes, he does!" I yelled at her.

I didn't see Devin get up and come up behind me. A arm wrapped around my throat and tightened until I couldn't breathe. Everything started to fade as I struggled to get out his grasp. I looked at Amanda's face to see her smirking before everything went black. 



I woke up in one of our two guest bedrooms. My senses came in as I heard something bamming into a wall. It suddenly clicked on me, I remembered what happened as it came flying back at me. I started to get up but was prevented by rope holding me to the bed. I struggled against the rope but it was secured pretty good. I was tied up eagle spread. The bamming soon stopped and the door of the Guest room opened, in walked Amanda. She was in a robe and saw that I was awake.

"About time you woke up, I started to think Devin did a little to much." Amanda said.

"Get me out of these ropes Amanda." I said, yanking at them.

"No." Was all she said.

Amanda walked up to where I was laying and dropped her robe, underneath I didn't know she was naked. It caught me off guard, but I immediately got a hard-on. I noticed that Amanda had shaved her pubis hairs. Whenever I asked, she would say no. I watched as she got in between my legs and displayed her pussy to me. I noticed her vagina was spread wider then I could ever make it. My 5.5 inch cock was nothing compared to her hole size. I saw globs of cum starting to run out her open pussy as she started pushing it back inside. 

"This is what a hole looks like after a REAL man fucks you." Amanda said, scooting closer to where she was laying her ass on my chest.

"Why are you doing this Amanda?" I asked her, trying to turn my head away from the unbelievable sight.

"Why am I doing this? Baby, I've been wanting to do this every since we got married, about 3 years ago? Yea, about 3 FUCKING LAME YEARS AGO!" She yelled the last part the loudest she could.

"I enjoyed being with you." I said.

Amanda chuckled and mashed her pussy into my face, then acted as if it was a accident. I could feel the person's sticky cum on my face. This is disgusting. 

"Devin? Come here, lover boy." Amanda yelled. 

I watched as she started fingering her pussy right there, I noticed that more of the person's cum was coming out of her. Devin walked into the room. I noticed that Devin was naked and had a hard-on. I immediately lost mine as his grew harder and harder, if possible.

"Oh my gosh, look at that." Amanda moved my head to where I was forced to look a the large black horse cock that was now in my face, Devin's cock was maybe 9.5 inches.

"Gosh! Only if you were that big, I wouldn't have to find somebody else." Amanda grabbed it and started jerking it.

"I think he like your cum." Amanda said, sticking her left hand in her pussy then pulling it out.

Cum was on her left hand and she placed it on my face, running the hand over my lips, nose, and cheeks. Suddenly she grabbed my chin and forced my jaws open, with my mouth wide open she stuck her hand in and touched my tongue with her nasty fingers. 

"See?" She said, still jerking him off.

"Feed it to him from you fresh fucked pussy." Devin said.

Amanda listened to him too. Devin held my jaws open easily as Amanda sat on my face and stuck a finger in her, it made Devin cum slowly roll out her pussy, which once was mine only, into my mouth. When most of it was out Amanda moved and Devin held my mouth shut so I couldn't push it out. Devin cum rolled to the back of my mouth and hit my throat, I gagged and had to swallow it, cause I was choking bad. 

"That's a good wimp." Amanda said, grabbing my 5.5 inch cock and jerking it until it was hard. 

I tried to restrain myself but it wasn't working, I grew hard in a instant. Amanda took Devin in her mouth as she jerked me off, I always asked for a blowjob but never got one, Amanda would either say she wasn't in the mood or she didn't want to do that. And believe me, she was never in the mood. It caught me off guard, how could he get a blowjob, and I couldn't?

"You like that cum, baby?" Amanda asked, leaning down and kissing my lips, forcing her filthy tongue into my mouth and making me taste Devin, and it was a horrible taste.

"Answer me." Amanda demanded, taking her hand off my cock and slapping me. 

The force knocked my head to the side and I was shocked at her. Never did she ever hit me like that, it would usually be a push or a weak punch in the chest. 

"I said, answer me, god Damnit!" Amanda cursed and screamed at me.

"No." When I opened my mouth Amanda stuck a couple of her fingers in my mouth again and ran them over my tongue.

"Haha, well see." Devin said, forcefully grabbing Amanda head and pushing his fat cock into her mouth. 

She didn't seem to suck it at first but she soon gave it and sucked him in front of me. Devin seemed aggressive and it seemed like Amanda couldn't tell him no, ever. So that meant that if he would want to take her in the ass, she would have to do it willingly or would have to take it either way, so that meant rape. 

"Mmmm." Amanda moaned as she slipped her fingers out my mouth and grabbed onto Devin's cock as with both her hands and bobbed her head on him. 

I was jealous, I'll admit it. My heart was broke, I'll admit that too. I didn't know if I could come back from this, I knew I couldn't. 

"Oh, shit." Devin groaned as he grabbed Amanda's head and I watched as a large bulge came noticeable in her throat. 

I heard Amanda gag, but it seemed that Devin didn't care cause he kept pushing more and more into her throat. I noticed that Amanda couldn't breath but I didn't say anything. Devin let go of Amanda's head and she slipped off his cock. She got on her hands and knees over my body and dipped her back a little, displaying her pussy to Devin. I was in the middle of our bed and her large tits were at my mouth level. Her juices, mixed with Devin's first load fell onto my stomach.

"Watch me fuck your wife's pussy, man." Devin said as he got behind my wife and I was in a good enough position to where I could see. 

I watched as Devin placed the head of his cock at Amanda's vagina and gave a hard shove, and she took him all. I heard Amanda gasp in pain as she took him whole. I watched as Devin fucked her with slow strokes and I looked upward to see that Amanda was starting to enjoy Devin's cock inside her. I watched Amanda's face, she was making face's that I never saw her make with me. I noticed that her tongue was hanging out her mouth and she breathing was irregular. I also saw that Amanda was pushing back against him. Suddenly Amanda and I made eye contact, we stayed looking at each other for a few seconds then she broke the eye contact by throwing her head back and letting out a loud moan.

"Tell me how much you love my fat cock in you married pussy!" Devin groaned.

"I love it in my married pussy so much, fuck me like my husband never did!" Amanda yelled so loud. 

"Fuck yea!" Devin said from behind Amanda.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" Amanda yelled, pumping back toward Devin faster.

"Cum for me, Amanda! Cum for me, sugar bear!" Devin yelled, using the nickname I gave Amanda, to claim her as my own.

"Don't call me that!" Amanda said, leaning her left hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her colitis. 

I was limp as Amanda moaned as Devin fucked her. As Devin started fucking her harder, her tits started swaying, sometimes smacking me in the face or the top of my head. I noticed that Amanda was close but Devin pulled out and stepped away.

"Come here, you cock slut." Devin said as I watched then both go to the edge of the bed and started fucking again. 

"Tell you wimpy husband how much you love my cock." Devin said, using her hair to lift her head, making her look me in the eyes.

"I love his cock so much, baby! He feel so good in me! Mmmm, I know you like the view, I saw how you were looking at me." 

Amanda paused and went into a moaning frenzy, Amanda had it all wrong, I wasn't looking at her with lust or love, I was looking at her with sorrow, pain, and disgust.

"God! Why can't you fuck me like this? If this is what sex feels like, I want more! Give me more, Devin. Give me all you got baby! Give me you baby makers, get me pregnant with you black baby!" 

It burned my ears to hear her say these things. How could she, where was my wife. She's not the loving wife I know. I turned my head and just listened as the bed hit the wall. I tried to keep the tears back the best I could, maybe 3 tears fell from my eyes but that was it. I looked over at Amanda, hoping she would see the pain she put me threw and stop what was unfolding before me. I was wrong. Amanda laughed and told Devin that I was crying.

"You little cry baby! You sad because I'm fucking you wife the way you can't? Wimp, when I leave, your wife is coming with me, you can get her back whenever I get done with her." I noticed that Devin was about to cum, along with Amanda. 

"Fuckkkkk! I'MMMMMM CCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGG!" Devin yelled loud. 

"OH SO CLOSE!" Amanda yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Here it comes!" At least I was nice enough to get Amanda off before I would come, but not Devin.

After Devin came he got up and left again. I looked at Amanda, who was watching me from the end of the bed. I noticed she would take glances at my cock a couple of times. She finally reached up and started stroking me. I slowly started getting hard, Devin walked back in and I immediately went limp.

"Lets go." Devin said, looked over at me, smirked, and left. 

I looked away in shame and humiliation. I looked at Amanda who was looking back at me. 

"I should be back in a day or two, possibly a week. Bobby... I need time to explore, that's all. I'll come back, okay. I... I... I love you." I ignored her and looked out a near by window. 

I could still feel Amanda's presence and gaze. I looked at her and she looked down. I felt her plant a soft kiss on my cheek and started to leave the room.

"Wait! Aren't you gonna untie me?" I asked her.

"Oh! Yea, I can untie you." Amanda came over and started by untying my feet.

"Come on, bitch!" I heard Devin address Amanda.

Amanda looked at me for a minute and then grabbed her robe and slipped it on. I felt Amanda grab my cock and gave it a couple of strokes and a kiss. Amanda walked out, closing the door behind her.

-Later that night-

Amanda came home around 12:01 or so. I was still roped to the bed and my body grew stiff. I noticed that Amanda had been ruffed up and was limping. I saw that she had a cut on top of her lip and had a swollen eye. She untied me the best she could and I had to do the rest. 

"What happen to you?" I asked as I climbed out the bed.

"Nothing." Amanda got off the bed and walked out the room.

"Tell me." I grabbed Amanda's arm and turned her to look at me.

"What happened?"

Amanda stood there for a minute, looking at me. I noticed that she had bloodshot eyes and her nose was busted.

"H-He didn't tell me he was married." Amanda said, putting her head down in shame.

I walked her to the living room couch and we sat down.

"She walked in on us. I tried to tell her what happen but she wouldn't listen. I then realized that Devin wanted to get caught, I guess he didn't think I would get jumped by her and her friends. He let them jump me. I was kinda happy to because it made him stop." Amanda said, using her hand to wipe some of her blood off her face.

"Stop what?" I asked.

"We fucked again and then he wanted to take me up the ass, I told him no... a-and h-he s-s-slapped me." Amanda started crying.

"He hit me hard. He said that if I didn't he would take it. He started to push it in but his wife walked in and he stopped." Amanda wiped her face with her hands again and she slept on the couch that night.

"Before you go to bed I need to ask you something." I said.

"Hmm?" Amanda asked, half asleep.

"Did yall fuck in our bedroom? On our bed?" Amanda head popped up quickly at my question.

"Well, did you?" I asked again.

"Y-Yes, because he wanted to." 

"Of course." 

That night I slept in the other guest room. I woke up to Amanda rocking the bed as she climbed in with me. I knew no matter what, I would love Amanda forever. I rolled over and wrapped a arm around her large hip. I opened my eye to see Amanda staring at me, tears in her eyes.

"I wanna stop our open relationship." Amanda said.

"Why?" I asked, I was thinking maybe I could give Stacy a try and see.

"I-I don't like this. I don't like cheating." Amanda sobbed out, leaning her head into my chest and crying out loudly.

"Damn." I mumbled, I actually wanted Amanda to hear me.

"What?" Amanda asked.

"I was hoping I could try it out too." I told her.

I looked at Amanda and Amanda looked at me with shock.

"What?" I asked her.

"Y-Y-You really w-w-w-w" Amanda didn't get to finish because she started crying really hard. 

She turned on her side, facing the wall. I saw her body shaking as she cried.

"Amanda?" I said.

"Why are you crying?" I asked her.

"I-I don't want you to!" Amanda started crying even harder, if possible.

"Why?"

"C-C-Cause I love you! And-And I know you love me too." Amanda said. 

"I do, I just wanna see how you was feeling while you was doing what I wish to be doing."

"I felt horrible! It felt good while I was doing it, but felt bad afterward okay! Don't do it please! I'll do what you want me to. I will, please, just hear me out. I love you, baby! I love you." Amanda got on her hands and knees and started going under the cover.

I didn't know what she was doing, but I wanted to see. I suddenly felt a warm wet mouth wrap around my cock, something I never experienced. This was knew to me and I never knew I would be able to feel anything like this with Amanda. 

"Oh, Amanda, baby... that feels really good." I told her.

Slurping and sucking sounds filled the room as Amanda slopped on my cock, I felt close soon, maybe 20 minutes later I was ready to cum. I grabbed her head gently and held it as I came. I shot about 4 big loads and 3 small ones. 

"So much cum." I heard Amanda whisper to herself. 

I chuckled and grabbed her arms. I used my strength to pull her to me. I kissed Amanda and laid her beside me. I kissed her again and laid down. 



I woke up to Amanda carrying a tray of breakfast foods on it. I looked down at the tray and saw that my favorite breakfast food on the tray. Egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich. It's scrambled eggs mixed with cheese, topped with maple syrup on bread, homemade fresh OJ, toast, and a bowl of fruit.

"Thanks baby." I ate quickly then got ready for work. 

I didn't get to shave, but I took a quick shower and got was heading to work in 10 minutes. When I got to work, 3 minutes early, I noticed that I was getting looks; lustful looks, smiles, blushes, angry looks, sad looks, jealous looks. I was confused. I tried to talk to Danny about his work but he just glared at me. I was confused. I went to my office, but stopped to talk to Stacy. Stacy had a sad face.

"Stacy? What's wrong, Stacy?" I asked her, she just looked at me and started crying.




Chapter One In My Fairy Tale



"Stacy? What's up? Why are you crying?" I asked her.

"Don't fire me, please." She cried.

"Wha-" I was cut off by a binging sound coming from Stacy's computer. 

Stacy looked at me then at the computer again. 

"Mr. Green wants to see you, immediately." Stacy said, looking at me in sadness.

Fear ranked through my body as I though of being fired. I need this job. Mr. Green is the boss/owner of the company. He's Boss's boss, he runs everyone and everything in this building. 

"Okay, how do I look?" I asked Stacy, my tie was untied, I don't know how to tie a tie.

"Here, let me tie your tie." I watched Stacy as she went threw the steps of tying my tie, she used little symbols and wordings to remember them. 

"Okay, now how do I look?"

"Like a business man." Stacy said, looking down and walking away.

I walked to the elevator and went to floor 46. I waited as I slowly got there, I made a stop at floor 40 to pick up a woman. I knew her from her, she was a snobby woman, rude. I kept my distance but one thing was that she was all on me.

"Mmmm, you looking good today." She said.

I kept my distance very well now. She was going down to floor 1. My stop came and I climbed off quickly before she could try to seduce me any more.

I knocked when I got to My boss's door. 

"Come in." I heard a rough voice say. 

I fixed my glasses and tie then walked in.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?" I asked Mr. Green.

"Yes, Mr. Duke, right?" Mr. Green asked.

"Yes, Sir. That's me." I said, standing by the door.

"Take a seat, relax." Mr. Green gestured to the chair in front of my boss desk.

"I bet you have heard by now."

"Heard what, Sir?" 

"No one told you yet?"

"No, Sir. Everyone have been acting strange."

"I see. Well Mr. Fletcher has been fired, thanks to you. You putting you name on Mr. Fletcher work was brilliant, it showed me that he didn't do what he was suppose to. It seemed that he didn't look through it either to notice your name. I was curious and told Mr. Carter," Mr. Green pointed to Mr. Carter, "to do some background search on you, and I was very, very, very impressed. I did a little more research with the others and it seemed that you are quite popular here, smart kid." Mr. Green grinned at my stupid nickname.

I was always called smart kid, a workaholic, lucky one, etc. I gave a soft laugh but coughed to cover it up. I rubbed my hands through my hair, my hands were shaking badly. 

"Calm down kid,I'm here to say..." Mr. Green stopped talking, looked over at a woman, who nodded and smiled.

Get your shit and get your ass in your new office as soon as possible." Mr. Green saw my expression. 

It caught me off guard, I was sad but then I changed to excitement. I was grinning hard. 

"Do you really think I would come from California all the way to New York to fire you. I could of told Mr. Fletcher to do that for me." That was actually true.

"I also wanna say that you are now the new boss of this center. I congratulate you. Oh and this is my wife, Brenda." I looked over at Mrs. Green, the woman he looked at from before, she smiled and nodded at me.

I smiled and nodded back. 

"Get your things ready and get into you new office right away. Oh one more thing. Aye, Ladies! Get in here." Mr. Green said.

I noticed that there was a door, I didn't know what it lead to but I was wondering. The door opened and three beautiful women walked out. The first was wearing a to small blouse that her big boobs barely fitted in. She had nice lips, beautiful long hair, also not my type. None of them were.

"Pick anyone of those, unless there is someone else you would like." 

'Don't fire me, please!' The memory of Stacy saying that to me popped in my head. 

"Actually there is, Sir."

"Who might that be." 

"Stacy Rumps, Sir." 

"Stacy, huh?"

"Stacy, she's a sweet, smart, beautiful girl. Does her work when told to and she's very bright. We're actually good friends." Mrs. Green said.

"Do you two have something going on?" Mrs. Green suddenly said.

"Oh no, no, no Ma'am. I'm happily married, like you both." I said, showing her my hand.

She nodded and smiled at me. 

"Sweet, genuine, trustworthy, kind, and faithful. Lucky woman." Mrs. Green said, sitting on Mr. Green lap and placing soft kisses on his neck. 

I watched as they shared a kiss and smiled at each other. They really love each other, and that made me smile. I needed to tell Amanda about my new working position. A knock broke the love fest. 

"Come in." Stacy head popped in. 

"Mr. Duke your wife is on the line." 

"Go on, me and my wife will be leaving now." 

I let Mr. and Mrs. Green and the others go before I answered the phone and called Stacy so she could transfer the phone to me. 

"Hey, baby? Are you coming home early today?"

I thought about it for a minute, maybe I could see if she's cheating still.

"No."

"Oh." I could hear disappointment. 

"But I have news. Meet me at 230 Fifth, I'll get you when I get off work. I'm going to wear a suit, bring you two surprises, flowers and some candy you'll remember. "

I quickly hanged up before Amanda could have asked why. I made a easy reservation quickly, 230 Fifth was where me and Amanda went on our first date. I was going to ask Stacy to get me a nice suit, floors and Amanda's favorite chocolate. I noticed that Stacy was carrying boxes of supplies. 

"Mr. Duke?" Stacy tried to get my attention.

"Yea?" I smiled big and cheered.

"Congratulation's sir." Stacy said.

Stacy must think she's slick, I've heard about her seeing someone, now.

"And you too, about you boyfriend." I smirked.

She looked at me shocked then laughed. I walked back in my office and looked around I cleaned a little and started working. I finished way before I could go home, now what do I do?

"Hey, Stacy?"

"Yes, Sir?" 

"Can you run to the Men's Warehouse and get me a very fine suit." 

"To late." Mrs. Green popped out of no where, a suit in her hand.

"We installed a little voice recorder in the phone and forgot to take everything before we left, me and Mr. Carter came to get them."

I nodded and grabbed the suit that Mrs. Green gave to me. I thanked her and she thanked me. The cameras were removed.

"Oh, this too." I was handed flowers and my wife favorite candy. 

"How did you know, Ma'am?" I asked, looking at the bag of chocolates confused.

"We are powerful, sweetie." With that, Mr. Carter and Mrs. Green walked away.

I got ready for the date and asked Stacy to tie my tie. 

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It was soon time for me to get home and I drove, as I got closer and closer to my home, I got more and more scared of what I could see. I got out the car, grabbing the flowers and chocolate. I snuck up to the door and knocked. Could she be expecting someone and maybe think its me. 

"Hello?" She asked when she opened the door.

She was only in my shirt and some flip flops.

"Seems your not ready." I said, handing over the flowers and candy.

"Oh, baby!" Amanda seemed shock to see me, taking the two objects from me and kissing me. 

I kissed her back and ran my hands over her body. I stuck a finger in her vagina. Wet but no cum. I heard Amanda moan and gasp under me. 

"Please baby! Please fuck me right now." I wanted to but then again I wanted to tease her, then make her wait until the date was over. 

I grinned and kissed Amanda on the lips as she smiled at me. Sticking her finger in her vagina and started finger fucking herself in front of me. 

"Go take your shower and get ready baby." I watched as she walked away seductively. 

Damn my baby has a hot body. 

I looked down at the beautiful Blue Sapphire and Diamond engagement ring. I wanted to renew our vows, if she was willing. I waited on the couch for Amanda to come down and when she did, I was shocked. Amanda wore a knee-length, tight, black dress. 

"Beautiful." I said.

"Thank you, handsome." Amanda said, kissing me on the lips and grabbed my hand.

I walked her to the car as a limo pulled up. 

"What the hell?" I asked.

The window rolled down and Mr. Green face showered up. 

"Get in." He said, he nodded at my wife, looking her up and down, but I knew he wasn't checking her out, he was sizing her. 

The door finally opened and we both climbed inside.

"Hello, Mr. Duke." Mrs. Green said, holding her hand out to me.

"Bobby, please. Mr. Duke make me feel old." I chuckled, shaking Mrs. Green hand.

I took a look at the large diamond on her hand, I turned her hand a little to notice that, I had the same ring as her. I looked at her for a minute and she looked back. I let go of her hand and cleared my throat. I could feel Mr. Green eyes sizing me up now. I turned and looked into his green eyes.

I cleared my throat again and wrapped my arm around my wife.

"230 Fifth restaurant please." I told the driver, remembering where we were going. 

"We are going there. Hello, I'm Mrs. Green, you must be Mrs. Duke." Mrs. Green said, holding her hand out for my wife to shake.

I saw my wife give her a sympathetic look but still shake her hand. Mrs. Green looked at me, sizing me up. I looked at Mr. Green who was sizing my wife up again, with glaring eyes. 

"You have arrived, Sir." The butler said as he opened the door. 

"Ladies first." I said. 

The two ladies got out and then Mr. Green let me out first. We walked in all together.

"Bobby Duke." I said.

"Yes, you have a reservation, correct." 

"Yes, that's correct." I told the waitress.

"Actually, they will be sitting with us." Mr. Green said.

"Daniel Green." Mr. Green said.

"Mr. Green! Oh my gosh, its Mr. Green!" I guess Mr. Green is popular around her. 

Mr. Green company is a wonderful company, he actually work with superstars, like for instance Chris Brown, Beyoncé, Rihanna, even Miley Cyrus. 

"I must have your autograph later. My mom's turning 40 and I would hope to get a autograph for her. Would you mind?" 

"Of course not, but we're eat first?" Mr. Green said.

"Yes, of course, this way." 

We were lead to a quiet corner, listening to a romantic band play nice music. I smiled at my wife and kissed her. 

"Thank you, Bobby." Amanda said, giving me a smile.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?"

I ordered Water, Amanda got Red Wine, Mrs. Green got White Wine, and Mr. Green ordered beer.

"I love you." 

"And I love you." Amanda said, kissing me and rubbing her hand on my leg. 

I started to get a hard-on, what has it been 3 days since I got some of my girl's pussy. I was horny as hell. I felt Amanda touch my cock and it made me jump in my seat. I got looks from Mr. and Mrs. Green. I noticed how Mrs. Green arm was moving in a back and forth motion smoothly, Mr. Green was trying to keep a straight face.

"So, how long have you t-two been m-married?" Mr. Green tried to talk.

"T-T-Three years." I said, breathing hard.

"Three wonderful years." Amanda said, kissing me on the lips.

"How about you, Mr. and Mrs. Green?"

"Daniel."

"Brenda." 

"Oh, I'm sorry. How long you both been married, Daniel and Brenda?"

"7 years." I smiled.

"Long time, I can tell you both love each other desperately." Amanda said.

I felt Amanda unbutton my pants and reach her hand in, my breath quickened. Amanda smiled and I watched as she purposely knock her purse on the floor the same time as Brenda did. They looked at each other and smiled. Brenda went down to get hers first and didn't come back up for a while.

"Let me get my purse." Amanda went down and I felt her hot mouth on my cock as she sucked me off. 

I was so horny, I came in 7 minutes, 5 big loads and 1 small one. Amanda came up and soon Brenda came up, smiling at me and Amanda. 

"Umm.. you have something on you chin." Brenda said, talking to Amanda.

Amanda pulled a small mirror out her purse and checked her chin. My cum was on her chin! It turned me on a lot. I tucked myself back in my pants and smiled at Amanda. I watched as Amanda wiped her chin with her finger and stuck it in her finger. 

"Delicious." Amanda whispered in my ear. 

I grinned loud and looked at her with love and lust in my brown eyes. She looked back at me with her blue eyes filled with love and lust also. 

"I love you, Amanda." I kissed Amanda on the lips tasting my cum, never again.

I had to take a sip of water to get the taste out. The waiter showed up and asked for our orders. I ordered a Black Angus Skirt Steak, Daniel got Grilled Lamb Chops. Amanda and Brenda both got Soupe Au Pistou, a soup. Our order came shortly and we ate, I gave Amanda a bite of my steak. 

I knew it was time. I got everyone in the restaurant attention and turned to Amanda. Getting down on one knee I pulled out the box and showed the Blue Sapphire and Diamond engagement ring to Amanda. 

"Amanda, I love you and I know we've both been in the wrong and I want to retry our relationship. It would kill me inside if you said no to renewing our vows. So... what do you say?"

"I say... yes!" I kissed Amanda with so much love. 

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Conclusion:

Amanda and Brenda became best friends quickly. Stacy married her boyfriend, who I later found out was Danny, the one from work. On my birthday, Amanda gave me a wonderful surprise, her virgin ass! Seems Devin is on child support and is now in jail for not paying up. Me now being the boss is hard work, but its worth it. For Daniel and I, we actually became buddies. I fucked Amanda enough to knock her up with 3 kids all at once. Now with triplets on the way... I'm one lucky man.

This is my first story and tell me what you think about this story. Tell how to improve and my errors. If you like this story enough I can make more stories out of these characters.  



Chapter One: Samara



The ice and snow stretched as far as she could see. She hated it. With a passion that bordered on obsessive, Samara had come to hate the snow. She wished that the leader of the Amazon-like group of women hadn't chosen to travel away from their lovely tropical coast. But she had. Their army was larger than it had been when they'd started out over a year ago. That much of the journey had been worth it. However, they were now stuck in the mountain, having had to carve out a home in it till things thawed and they could move on. 

What's worse is that now they had to face down another army that was ready to meet them on the field at any time. An army of men who refused to understand the matriarchal ways of their tribe. They weren't true Amazons. There were men in their employ and in their army. Men who'd chosen to serve loyally and take orders from women. Other men served in other ways. It's just the way things were with them. 

Samara stood on the ledge of the mountain and stared down at the vast field of white. Just below the ridge in the distance, she knew that the enemy army gathered, burrowing down into the ground to seek its warmth. They carved into the Mother's belly to make a temporary home the same way the women had created their home in the mountain. She was, for lack of a better term, the general of this army, their leader trusting no one else to strategize and organize the group of them. Another woman, taller with light golden brown hair came to stand by her; she seemed much more comfortable in the cold than Samara was. Samara, who was wrapped in furs and had had to commission fur-lined boots. She hated the cold. She hated the confinement of the clothes she'd been forced to wear. Fur was nice enough for a time, but the day in and day out routine of donning all of this covering was beginning to wear on her patience. 

"What will we do?" the other woman asked, her green eyes wearing a look of concern. She valued her independence the same as the rest of the women and she hated the idea of losing it to the savage bastards that waited to chain them below. 

"We will wait them out and see what needs to be done. If we have to, we will leave at night when they will all be too drunk and full from their celebrations. They think they've bested us...they haven't. If we have to, we will fight. Hopefully it won't come to that." Samara crossed her arms over her small chest hidden by the fur. Another woman joined them long enough to say that her scouts had reported that the men that opposed them were getting lazy and unwatchful. This boded well for them...but there was always a vigilant one amongst the apathetic. "Go and see to your scouts. Make sure they're fed and rested. Send more scouts out in their stead. Rotate them. We can't let our guard down." When the smaller, darker haired and skinned woman nodded and walked away, Samara let out a sigh that showed a tiny veneer of exhaustion. 

"You should rest yourself. You will make yourself sick," the woman told her leader. Before Samara could say anything in protest, she spoke again. "You've scarcely eaten anything, you've not slept more than an hour at a time. You are tense. And you are spending more time in this weather that you despise without taking warmth with you. You will break before we return home, I fear." 

Just as the commander was about to speak, a new voice from behind addressed her. It was a male voice. 

"The Queen wishes to know what our status is." 

There was respect and reverence to the young man's voice and when Samara turned, she saw indeed a young man, no more than 18 years of age, dressed in similar furs to what everyone else had had to don. He stood a good four inches above Samara, his hair a soft sandy brown and blue eyes like the clear sky. She noticed the tension between the woman next to her and the boy, but she ignored it. She had no time for ex-lovers' spats. 

"Tell her...," she paused and sighed again. Then she turned to the other woman. "Asiza, will you keep watch here until someone else comes out? It won't be for long, I promise you. I will need to see to this matter personally." The taller woman nodded and found a comfortable place to sit down, taking her duty seriously. Samara turned and walked back into the mountain pass that led to the deeper part of the mountain where they'd made their home. The boy followed her. When they were inside the mountain, it was apparent that their force was much larger than the other army realized. There were at least 400 with them, some ready and armed to fight as soon as they were commanded. Samara found one person that seemed responsible enough and gave a verbal message to be delivered to the Queen. 

"Tell her I can be reached in my quarters but that I need a break before I fall down. I'll be useless to her if that happens." 

The servant nodded and hurried off in the direction of the safer area where the woman who ultimately led them resided. Samara watched him go and then turned toward her own area. Without looking back at him, she motioned to the boy to follow her. She didn't need to look behind her to know that he obeyed. 

Royo had never been invited into the commander's private "chamber," if this alcove of the mountain could be called a chamber. There were curtains that gave it an enclosed feeling and there were guards outside it to keep unwanted visitors away. He'd brought messages to her here, but until this moment, his dealings with her had been strictly business-like or banter around the feast table. He expected that Samara's room would be cold and severe because that is how she appeared to be. The men in the regiment referred to her in hushed voices as frigid. The label Ice Queen had passed a few of the women's lips as well. When he'd questioned Asiza about it once when they were closer, she just cut her eyes to him, annoyed that his attention was elsewhere and said, "She's more than people know...she's more than they give her credit for being." And that was that. She would say no more but instead had had her own uses for their time together. 

Here he was. The room was nothing like anyone could expect. A few knew what she was like, but since coming on this journey, she'd enjoyed no one's company except at a distance. She kept to herself or sequestered herself with the Queen for late night planning sessions. It was said that sometimes Samara and the Queen shared intimacies. However, that was only when the Queen's mate was away on his own assignments. Lately, Samara had seemed colder than the winter outside, her orders the very howl of cutting wind. He wondered what she wanted with him. 

To the servants inside, she asked for a robe to be readied for her near her bed. Then the servants were ordered to leave. Royo watched as she undressed in the room, kicking her fur boots to the side and dropping the pelt garments onto a chair. He pretended not to look, keeping his eyes at a respectful level as he'd been taught to do. Nudity was a common occurrence among the tribe when they were in their native region. There wasn't much need for an overabundance of clothing with all the warmth and sun they were used to. But here, clothes were a necessity. When Samara wasn't looking, Royo stole glances at her body and appraised her. She was indeed female though not near as buxom as Asiza or the Queen. She was pleasant to look at though and he hoped that he wouldn't be punished for his staring. 

She turned and caught his eyes on her. From across the room, she blushed. Samara had forgotten what it was like to be gazed at with interest. Her attention was too busy on this trek and campaign to worry about company. She'd had no one to her bed in...she didn't even know how long. She couldn't recall the last time that hands had touched her flesh. So she blushed. Then she cleared her throat, regaining her control. 

"Come in here while I bathe," she ordered, motioning to the adjacent room. One of the interesting things they'd found in the mountains, which was affording them a much more comfortable stay while residing here, were several natural hot springs. It was clean water and they were striving, as all good children of the Mother should to keep the water clean. It was Samara's one consolation to this frigid wasteland, the heat of her own personal spring. To that she now retreated. Royo was just about to join her, stepping just inside the archway, as she was lowering herself into the water, finding a seat on one of the natural ledges. "Bring my brush," Samara told him, pointing to a makeshift vanity. 

She was leaning back against the rock, the water bringing her body slowly back to life from some dormant state, her eyes closed. She heard the padded footsteps of Royo as he returned to her and reached up to take the brush from him to untangle her mess of dark mahogany hair. 

"May I?" he asked softly and with respect. Samara turned to look and realized that he was offering to take care of her hair for her. 

"You may...but be careful. If you hurt me, I will hurt you and in ways that you won't enjoy." Her tone was severe and it was after she turned back around, offering her mane to him that she realized how harsh she was becoming. She was the Ice Queen she was being made out to be. She'd effectively shut out almost all contact except what she deemed necessary on a strategy basis, and it was beginning to show in how the others treated her. She was in desperate need of a thaw. 

"Yes," he replied. First, he shrugged out of the outer layer of fur and then knelt behind her. When he searched for a more comfortable way to sit, he realized that there was no way around it and kicked off his own boots so that he could put his feet into the water on either side of her body. If she was startled by this, she didn't show it, but instead sat so that her head was near his lap. He started to brush her hair, finding out that it was going to be more difficult than it seemed. Reaching into the small belt pouch at his waist, he pulled out a small vial of oil. After dunking the brush into the hot water first, he then coated the brush with the oil. Setting the vial to the side, Royo then commenced with brushing her hair, finding it much more manageable now. Soon enough, it was tangle-free and flowing down her shoulders between them in smooth silky strands. After a bit, he dropped the brush and just ran his fingers through her dark mane, reveling privately in the feel against his skin. He kept himself from sighing or moaning or doing anything that might give away his pleasure and in turn incur her anger at the liberties he was taking without her permission. 

However, Samara said nothing. She could feel his fingers in her hair, against her scalp, lightly over the nape of her neck and she subconsciously wished for more. Craving touch more than she realized, she shifted in the water, her knees parting instinctively and her arms sliding into the water. One hand stroked her own thigh while the other slid further down, touching herself in a way that she hadn't been in a very long time. Somewhere in there, a soft moan escaped her lips and Royo heard it. Acting more impulsively than he was trained to, he moved his fingers to her shoulders, rubbing gently. After a few minutes, he felt the muscles relax. He slid closer behind her, the hem of his kilt getting wet at it brushed the top of the water. He realized then how close he was to her, knowing that it could mean punishment if she got angry with him now. There was no permission granted, no orders given. But he had to trust his instincts, so he lowered his hands a little lower until they were in the water, rubbing over her collarbone and even lower until they were caressing her breasts lightly, tentatively. Samara arched into his seeking hands before her mind grasped what was going on. It was then that she broke the spell and sat forward, pulling away from his hands. She turned then, her eyes flashing with annoyance, and Royo thought that he was in trouble now. 

Samara was more annoyed with herself. She felt she had to maintain a certain level of propriety with people here. At least, at this time. Until they returned home, she thought she should remain untouched. It was fraying her nerves to do so. Even though the massage felt good and was relaxing her in a way that she probably should surrender to. If nothing else, she could employ the boy to do that before she sent him on his way and retired to her cold and lonely bed. She stepped up on the ledge and then waited for Royo to offer a hand up, which he did as soon as he got to his feet. He found a towel and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and dried herself off, wrapping it around her body. Walking into the other room, Samara listened as the boy gathered his belongings and followed her. 

"Do you want me to leave you?" he asked, his eyes avoiding looking directly into hers, his boots and outer furs tucked under his right arm. 

"No. Not yet. Some of what you were doing...I...I am full of aches and pains. I think I would be more clear-headed if you helped me with that," she told him. At this point, he did look into her eyes and saw a need there that he wanted to fill. He set his furs and boots on another chair and watched as she moved over to her fur-covered bed. Samara dropped the towel onto the floor and climbed onto the feather mattress, her body sinking into it. "There is some oil on the vanity...get it and use it on me. It was sent over by one of the healers...she said it would make my muscles feel better." 

He did as he was told, moving quickly over to the vanity. It took a minute, but he found the brown glass bottle, grabbed it and moved back toward the bed. Not wanting to spill anything on his tunic, he stripped it off his torso, revealing a body that was in need of the sun's kisses again. Looking down at Samara, he saw that she lacked the same warm affection, her normally browned skin pale from the lengthy winter trek. Royo opened the bottle and could smell peppermint and lavender right away. He poured some of the oil into his hands and then set the bottle on a table for later use. Rubbing his hands together to warm the oil, he then climbed into the bed, straddling the beautiful prone body that awaited his touch. 

Even though her skin had been fighting to weather the dry cold, Samara still felt supple. Not that he knew how she was supposed to feel, having only now been given the opportunity to touch. But from stories he'd heard from others, she was a pleasure to touch, and he was finding those rumors to be true. He pressed his fingers and palms into her flesh, kneading her tight muscles until they surrendered and relaxed. Royo faithfully worked the warmed oil over her entire body, from shoulders and neck to the soles of her feet. His senses were inundated with the smell of her and he felt himself stir underneath his kilt. He couldn't react to that though until he was given the go-ahead and as of the moment that his hands were currently pressing into the muscles of her well-formed ass, he had not been cleared to do more than serve her as a masseuse. 

It wasn't until her legs shifted slightly, her thighs parting so that he could see more of her than he'd ever been granted before, that he knew she might be offering him the chance to do more in his service of her. Royo took care to notice the wetness forming between her legs as she opened herself to him. This could merely be a natural reaction to being allowed to relax more than she had. He would wait. His hands massaged into either thigh, pushing them a little farther apart to give himself room to caress them and he heard her moan at his touch. The sound sent shivers up his spine and hardened his cock even more beneath his clothes. Daring more, he trailed his fingers closer and closer to her until they brushed her cunt and he saw her tremble and glisten even more with heat. The boy tempted himself even further, sliding his oil-slick fingers closer to the prize, one fingertip dipping into her briefly and then pulling out. When he did this, he saw her swivel her hips, pressing toward his probing finger. So he dared again, sliding his finger in deeper this time, leaving it longer, pressing in and out a couple of times before moving back out. Once more, she thrust herself toward him. 

Now he smiled to himself, listening to her breathing grow heavy, soft growls rumbling in her throat that was pressed against her wrists because her head rested on her arms. Her thighs parted farther apart, knees bracing themselves on the mattress. Samara raised herself a little off the bed, her hips positioned just under his, offering herself in a way that he couldn't mistake at this point. Still...with how he'd been trained, he refused to take a liberty without a command. So Royo teased once more, one hand grasping her hip gently, the other hand sliding over her lips and forward, pressing against her clit until it throbbed against him. 

Just when he was about to ask what she wanted him to do, Samara told him in a voice that had become guttural, primal, "If you don't fuck me now, boy, you will lose those bits of yours that makes you male." 

There was definitely no mistaking now what she wanted from him. And Royo was all too happy to comply with his commander. He moved off the mattress briefly, long enough to unwrap the kilt from around his waist. He could have taken her with it on, but he wanted nothing in the way, no chance of clothing coming between them. He wanted to feel all of her. Not even mere seconds later, he was climbing back onto the mattress, his knees cushioned in deep soft fur, his hands reaching out to clutch at her hips. Fingers dug into her flesh, possibly bruising her, but he didn't care and if she did, she could beat him for it. He would stand gladly for her lashes. Right now, he wanted her. He wanted her more than he ever thought he'd want any one person. There was a mutual grunt from both of them as he pressed himself closer to her, guiding himself into her now-dripping cunt. He thought to take it slowly and at the first stroke, he did, easing himself inside her at a torturous rate that made her cry out and thrust herself back against him. Royo's head fell back, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched and he pulled back out slowly to the very tip of himself and then just when Samara thought he wasn't going to move, he thrust back into her ferociously, causing her thighs to tremble. 

Not realizing how much she'd needed this, Samara clawed at the furs on her bed, grasping handfuls as she pushed herself against the hips that crushed themselves at her. The hardness that filled her was more than she thought she could handle at certain moments, believing that she'd kept this from herself for too long to be able to enjoy it anymore. However, Royo kept at a rhythmic pace, shoving himself into her cunt with a roughness that she hadn't known in a long time. One of his hands slid down the front of her hips, rubbing her clit until it electrified her entire being and she cried and screamed out time and time again. He kept at her, thrusting into her faster and faster, growing harder with his thrusts until he finally let out a howl, spilling himself inside her, his hands once more holding onto her hips. He held her to him forcefully as he continued to come, his own hips still thrusting until there was nothing left inside him at that moment. 

Waiting to see how she reacted, he stayed his place, moving only to pull out of her and sit back on his knees. Both were breathing heavy, hearts pounding in their chests. It was then that Samara turned around, sitting with her legs curled gracefully underneath her. She stared at him, a fire renewed in her dark eyes. She licked her tongue across her lips and stared appraisingly at the boy. 

"Are you expected elsewhere, Royo?" she asked him, reaching out to caress one of his trembling thighs. 




Chapter One: Samara



He shook his head. "No, ma'am. No where except where you command me to be." 

She smiled and pulled him to her, wrapping his arms around her waist then sliding her own hands around his hips to grab his ass possessively. "Good," she started. "Because I command you to remain here with me tonight. And you won't leave and you won't stop until you have cleared my thoughts for me." She kissed him then for the first, but not last, time. Her mouth was hot on his and he simply parted his lips to offer his mouth to her searching tongue. When the kiss finally broke, he dared a smile at her and saw that it pleased her. 

"It sounds like I have a long night ahead of me and a duty to you, the Queen and our people to make sure that you are able to lead with a clear head. Never let it be said that I shirk my duties." With that, Royo pulled her even tighter into his arms, resuming the kiss and taking it to a new level. 

Never let it be said that I shirk my duties, he repeated his statement to himself in his own thoughts. Even if it takes all night and kills me in the process. 



Chapter Seven



Chapter seven! The words echoed silently through the hallway, reverberated in his ears, rolled down the marble, or was it granite, stairway. Chapter seven accompanied him as he walked through the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the polished floor. He listened to the squeaks and noticed the accompanying sharp clicking high heels beside him.

She walked beside him now, just like she had stood beside him, worked beside him and finally failed beside him as the papers were signed and initialed and notarized, authenticated, registered, stamped, filed and whatever else that happens with this sort of thing. It was odd, he'd failed before... two failed marriages, before that several colleges had asked him to leave, but this, this was different, this one hurt, burrowed into his soul.

"...do now?"

He stopped walking, turned his head and stared blankly. His secretary looked at him, waiting. "Excuse me, did you say something?" In the instant before her response he saw her, not just her face, her eyes, her hair, he saw her and recalled. Her first day, the way that dark curl fell teasingly onto her forehead, the bit of red on her prominent cheekbones, the gentle curve of her jaw as his eyes descended.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked.

As he opened his mouth to reply he let his eyes gently roll down her neck and over the gentle curve of her breasts. Then, as he had each time over the last, what was it, ten, eleven years, he returned his gaze to her eyes. "I don't know... lunch?"

"I meant... but lunch is good."

They walked together into the parking garage to his car, his company's car, the late model Mercedes he'd be returning as he downgraded to a Chevrolet, or Honda but still, for at least until the end of the day, his car. He slid onto the cool seat, feeling the smooth support of the leather as he reached to press the start button. Feeling a light sensation on his thigh he paused.

Her hand had innocently brushed against his thigh as she fastened her seatbelt. It had innocently brushed his thigh, but then it remained there. He looked over to her, saw the dark brown eyes looking at him with an intensity he had never noticed from her before.

Smiling, he reached out and gently touched her cheek with his fingertips. She seemed to jump slightly as she quickly drew in a hiss of air. "Claire, all these years... ah, all these years and you've always been there. I never dared... I always wanted, but never..." His fingers slid upward into her hair, "I've always wanted to touch, to run my fingers..., but I couldn't, it wouldn't have been..."

He leaned forward and lightly touched his lips to hers. As he began to back away after the gentle kiss, she leaned toward him, pressing her lips back onto his, her tongue brushing against his lips as if pleading for more. He obliged parting his lips and touching his tongue to hers before pressing into her mouth.

As they kissed he felt her hand move up his thigh and wrap intently around his erection. In response he moved his hands to her breasts like he had longed to for so many years. Gently squeezing them he felt her hand move from his cock to begin fumbling with his pants. Before he could even think to reach for her bra clasp or perhaps slide his hand downward, she had his pants open and he felt the sensation of her fingers on his soft flesh.

He felt her pull away from their kiss, watched as she unfastened her seatbelt and leaned forward. As her head descended to his lap, he reached forward, raised the steering wheel and then reclined his seat. Before the seat ground all the way back he felt the wet warmth of her mouth closing over the head of his cock.

"Oh Claire," he moaned as he felt her tongue sliding up and down and then around the head as her lips slid further and further down his shaft. Then she moved her head up, sucking hard as his cock inched slowly out of her mouth just long enough for her to take a breath and then plunge back down onto him.

He wanted to stop her, he wanted to touch her, to make her feel but, no, no... he was too close. It had been so long since he, it had been so very long that he'd wanted her and now, now... now,nownownow. He arched his back and came spurting his cum into her mouth again and again. He felt intense pleasure as his body released everything, all those year of pent up desire, the forbidden longing, the deep seated fantasies all flow from him as she sucked and swallowed.

He melted back into his car seat as she eased up from his lap. She smiled and said, "Wow, that was quick."

"I'm sorry, it's been..."

"Oh no, no. Don't apologize, it's kind of flattering for it to happen so quickly."

"But I wanted... I mean you..."

"No, not here, not like this. It's just that... well after so long and now seeing you so down, defeated, I wanted, no needed to do something."

"Well yes, not a good day, well not until now."

She smiled. "Here," she handed him an envelope.

"A mysterious envelope," he replied, "I've been served a few of those lately."

"None like this," she said, pausing while he began to open it. "Happy Valentine's Day," she said as he opened it and pulled out the card.

"Valentine's Day? In all this mess I had completely forgotten. I should have... well I guess it wouldn't do to have you send yourself a dozen roses. I wish I had done something for you for Valentine's."

"I think, perhaps, you already have."

"I have?"

"The way you kissed me, responded to me, if I'm not mistaken it seemed like more than just this in the car."

"Over the years, so many times I longed to... but I didn't dare, I mean your job, your career and yet I..."

"I understand, it's been the same for me, but now..."

"There is nothing to stop us. Chapter Seven freed us."

She smiled.

"Well hey, I'm not all that hungry now. Why don't we skip lunch and let me take you home. We can celebrate a wonderful Valentine's Day."

"Perhaps the best one ever."

"It will be our Chapter Eight."

She fastened her seatbelt and said, "Well, let's get started."

He reached out, pushed the button and started the car. Reaching down to put the car in reverse he paused, leaned over and gave her a soft kiss and whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day." He then sat up, put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking space.



Chapter Three



As I walk to towards the water, I slowly shed the scraps of material covering my breasts and the short tight curls of my pubic region. I push my hair out of my eyes and dive into the warm deep water. I slowly rinse your pleasure from my face and decide to swim off my extra tension till you come down to join me.

I glide through the water and slide my fingers to the apex of my thighs slowly circling and pressing the button that gives me the most penetrating sensations. I am still turned on and need the satisfaction I know touching myself can give.

Seeing you approach, I move to shallower water and recline on my back, with my legs spread wide, where I can let you see and let the water run over my pussy and along my body.

I sense your interest so I continue to dip my fingers along my folds, wetting them with my nectar, and slowing inserting them one at a time into my tunnel. Wanting to catch your attention, I bring my fingers to my mouth and slowly lick the finger that had just left my body.

Tasting myself is one of life's finer turn-ons and I beckon you to come and try a taste.

I ease my hands back down and begin the play again except this time I add an additional twist. I run my fingers from my love tunnel to the very base of my ass opening, running my finger along the rim to give the sensations time to build, and back up while I play with my clit with the other hand. You see I'm starting to pant and know I 'm going to cum again and you decide to help me along. Bending over you take my nipple in to your mouth and suck deeply, with just enough pressure to make it feel as if your pulling all my pleasure to that one spot,

You remove the hand I've been running back and forth and replace it with yours. Except your touches aren't at all hesitant. You seem to know the amount pressure needed to bring me even quicker to the soul-shattering explosion. Turning your body, you bring it rest between my thighs and push my hand away as you replace it with your mouth, as your licking me front to back you insert one finger in me and twist it slightly back and forth, being sure I know its there as you run you r tongue down lower and lower, teasing my opening and then running it even slower than I was my finger along my rim. 

Then back up to my clit, I'm holding your head begging for release and you know just what to do to give it to me. Sucking on my clit and flicking your tongue over it you wait till you feel me pulsing around your finger then insert another finger in the place you'd never thought I'd allow. Just barely inside but enough to give that feeling of fullness, it shatters me. I break apart as quickly as glass shatters when hit by a hammer.

When you see this you quickly remove your hand, fingers, and mouth and position your dick, at my opening, as I sense this I start to quake again and you ever so slowly push into me, an inch then you reverse and pull out, next two inches and then pull out. You continue this process till your buried to the hilt, and know I'm feeling every ridge you have.

I want you more then I thought possible but you continue to play my like an instrument. Gliding along me as the water laps at our thighs, kissing me and flicking your tongue into the recesses of my mouth in much the same way your plunging your rock hard cock into me.

I want you to see stars as I just have. I run my hands down you r back gripping your firm ass and pull you deeper into me as I wrap my legs behind your back. Tenderly I start milking your cock with my pussy, squeezing and rubbing it with the walls and muscles. I whisper to you "what I have is yours, plunder it and enjoy it, use it how you will, " " but remember I will expect same freedom of you". Then I bite down on you neck I as start to scream again as I cum and let my honey run down to lube you even more as you start to pick up the pace.

Before long you have a steady fast pace working into me and decide to test my whispered wish. Reaching down you test my other tunnel with a single digit, not wishing to cause discomfort but wanting to see if I am truly yours to have. I push back against you, sensing what you want and giving my assent wordlessly. You press into me with your finger, mimicking the press of your cock, slowly at first, you realize I'm ok and build the tempo to match that of your cock. Again I start to tremble and you lean and ask if I am going to allow more of this then I have already. I say yes, along as your gentle and go slow. 

You withdraw and turn me over to my knees knowing we have no lubricant but guessing I can supply that as I have a river running from my hole from the past three orgasms. 

You once again bring your lips to my pussy and lick me as you start to play with that door I usually keep closed. Touching and inserting one finger at time till I adjust and then another, making sure I'm ready and wont be injured.

You ask if I'm ready and I say yes. Slowly you bring the head to my opening and with gentle pressure sink inside little by little. I moan and you ask if I'm all right, I say yes please more.

Finally you're sunk up to your balls, and you stop to allow the feelings time to play through my body. Reaching around you grab my clit and begin rubbing me as you slowly start to pull back, making shallow little plunges, not wanting to ruin my pleasure or your own. I feel you start to swell and know I'm just the way you want me, I tell you to go faster and harder to make me cum as you do. I want it more then anything I've ever wanted. It builds as you do it, and then rockets explode in our bodies as you bury your body into mine.

Slowly you remove your self from me and roll us so that imp laying on my side curled into you, as the surf rolls in we are falling asleep in each others arms.



Chapter Two: Her Master



Here's another chapter of Molly's life. It would make much more sense if you read the Prologue/Chapter 1 before reading this, if you haven't. Please comment. Suggestions are welcome! 

Chapter 2: Her Master

It's been two years since my journey started my search for my master. Two years of feeling the unwanted feeling of something inside me just sitting there, doing nothing. At first it was so strange, but after a while it was normal. I've been traveling all around the states desperate trying to find my master, still unsure what gender they would be.

First I searched all throughout my state in which I lived, Texas, and nothing. I then traveled east to Florida where I found a glimmer of hope. When I landed there at Orlando airport and walked out of the terminal I felt my little intruder start to buzz. I gasped and knelt to the ground, panting trying to contain myself. To my luck it was extremely busy and it seemed as if no one was walking towards me. As I stood up the intruder stopped and I groaned. I was so close! I looked all around in hope that my master just turned off the equipment and was looking for me but nothing.

So my search continues, but obviously not in Florida. So I continued to travel north now, but by greyhound bus. Looking everywhere with no luck. Eventually I find myself in New York City and I decide to give myself a break from searching and go see a Broadway play. I do love the theatre and to be able to see a play now while I still have me to myself was defiantly going to happen.

I decide to see my favorite, The Phantom of the Opera. In my hotel room I decide to wear my one black dress I have, cut at the knee in the front and a bit longer in the back. The strapless top forming perfectly around my breast making them look bigger than they are. I love it when clothes do that, I've always been so nervous about my breasts being a little on the smaller side. I walk to the bathroom and marvel at myself, this is the best I've looked in a long time. I smile and do some finishing touches and head to the theatre.

Once I get there I smile widely and marvel at the outside of the theatre, it's so beautiful and fits the play perfectly. I walk through the double doors looking all around, so thrilled that I'm finally going to see a play for the first time. It's crowded of course, but I manage to get to my seat.

I fidget in my seat my excitement getting the better of my. I look at the stage and see the chandelier covered up with a tarp. I smirk to myself, I already know what's going to happen before it happens, but knowing me I'll still cry. The next thing I know the lights flicker and the music starts up darkening the theatre. 

Out of nowhere the little invader makes itself known once again, I gasp out loudly shocked. Luckily there's an empty seat next to me so I lean on the arm on that side panting attempting to hold everything back. I look around once I contain myself as much as I can and everyone is paying close attention to the play as the older version of the Vicomte de Chagny remembers his past and his love Christine Daaé.

I look around desperate to see where my master is, and I find him. His eyes are glued to me in shock to find me here, but then he smirks and places a finger on his lips signaling for me to be quiet. I tilt my head to the side not understanding, but the moment the organ starts to play and the chandelier awakens, being brought up to the middle of the theatre itself, I realize what he means, because at that moment the vibrator inside me starts buzzing more vigorously and I moan almost as loudly as the organ. 

I grit my teeth and swear a little under my breath as people start to notice me. I desperately attempt to hold everything back, even orgasm. I look back to where I saw my master and realize that he is working the spotlight for the play! He's in the theatre district! 

I force myself to pay more attention to the play rather than the buzzing vibrator inside me, because if I do for a single moment I'll explode. I start to cry as I watch the Phantom sing the last song before intermission. I breathe a sigh of relief and decide to utilize the bathroom so I can give myself some release. As I get up a blonde man wearing gross jeans, and a black t-shirt blocks me off. I apologize for bumping into him and try to move around him, but he pushes me down back in my seat and sits next to me in the open seat no one took. 

I look at him in shock; he's not my master. I turn my head to look where he is, and he just stares at me with strong eyes. From what I can tell he is a brunette. I turn back to the man about to yell at his being rude, but he places his hand over my mouth and whispers in my ear, "Your master sent me to look after you, and to make sure you stay seated in your seat. He hopes your enjoying the play, even though you will be seeing plenty more after today." Something in his voice suggests there's more to it, I listen as he continues talking to me, "Now, if you try to leave this seat and get out of my sight at any time I will send a signal to your master and he will force an orgasm out of you, even if its during the play. You don't want that do you?" he smirks at me as I shake my head no, and he relaxes in the seat next to mine. "Thought so. I will take you to him once the play is over."

The lights start to flicker again signaling for everyone to get back to their seats for act two of the play. I take a deep breath; by now the vibrator inside me has little effect to my numbed cunt, so I just sit and relax. The lights in the theatre turn off and I notice the strange man next to me sending a text message to someone and think "how rude", but then I realize who it was to. The vibrator inside me buzzes even strong reawakening the lust from inside me. I gasp and start to pant, leaning my head back in the seat, way too close to cumming.

I feel a hand on the back of my head pushing it so my eyes are back on the stage, "It's rude to fall asleep during a play." the stranger teases. I manage to keep my head upright and attempt to go back to fully paying attention to the play, but the vibrator makes itself very known every so often when I relax too much. 

For the entire rest of the play it's like a game of cat and mouse. I can manage to pay attention to the play, but the cat catches up and almost takes me to the point of no return. Every so often I glimpse at the man next to me, he looks sort of strong, no way am I going to try to get away, I don't want people staring at me as I burst. 

Finally the play ends and everyone is clapping and giving a standing ovation. I don't think I can stand feeling like this, but the man grabs my elbow and forces me up. I moan as I feel the egg inside me shift, but try to contain composure and continue clapping. The curtains close and everyone starts to exit the theatre.

"Follow me." He grabs my arm, even if I did have a choice, and leads me the way backstage. I look all around and marvel at everything while I can, keeping my legs closed tightly together containing myself. The man leads me to a hallway of doors, "Go to the last door on the left and wait, there are cameras in that room so I wouldn't think about having your orgasm if I were you." He smirks and turns, and walks away. 

I walk slowly towards the door and open it to find myself in a dressing room that's being used as storage for electrical equipment. I sit in the only chair and wait. With nothing to distract me with I cross my legs, biting my lower lip. 

After for what seemed like eternity I see the door open, and a man with brunette hair walks in carrying some things. I couldn't get a good look at my master from my seat because he was so far away, and even the black shirt won't help. All backstage hands wear black. He turns and looks at me. He's average sized with both height and width, strong looking, with dark brown eyes, which are now boring into mine.

I gulp as I watch him shut the door and lock it. He pulls out a device from his pocket that looks like a controller; it's flashing red lights. My master. "I bet your dying right about now." He snickers. His voice! So deep, smooth, and sexy. He walks so he's leaning against a cabinet and crosses his arms. "Do you want me to shut off the device or do you want release? The cameras are offline." I bite my lower lip in a dilemma, unsure with what I want. "Not like you have a choice, it doesn't turn off until you have an orgasm. I can only make it stronger, which I will do now." 

Grinning he turns it up, watching me squirm. He then walks behind me and whispers in my ear, "Let go and cum for your master." And that does it; I grip the arm rests of the seat and moan out loudly in an explosive orgasm. I twitch in my seat, panting as the vibrator finally stops. I open my eyes and see him looking at me again. "Bout damn time you found me again. Sorry for that little incident in Florida, I was late for my plane. Now what to do with you." He circles around me thinking.

"Nothing I can do here that I want to do. I never thought you'd find me while I was working. I'm taking you home, but first get on your knees." I listen to him and get on my knees. "Come on you don't want to get caught in here sucking my cock do you?" I gulp and shake my head no. I start undoing his pants, my hands shaking I'm so nervous. I've never given a blowjob before. I pull out his hard cock and gasp in shock; it's so big! He laughs in response, "Come on now, you can marvel at it later. Suck it, I won't force you to deep throat it, yet. I will teach you." I lick my lips and start stroking it slowly and circle my tongue around the head of his cock. I look up at him to see if what I was doing was good, he nods and places a hand on the back of my head. I take his cock and place it in my mouth as I start to move back and forth going as deep as I can, which isn't very far.

He pushes my head to move faster, and I do. Not a little while longer until I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, "You will swallow all of it or you will be punished." And with that he releases a torrent of hot cum into my mouth, and as I start to swallow I gag a little and cough some of it up onto the floor. He grabs my hair tightly, and pulls me up to my feet, leaving me gasping. "Lets go home shall we?" he opens the door and leads me outside. 

We walk to his car, and it's a truck. He opens the door and helps me in, buckles me up and everything then shuts the door. He enters from his side and we are off. My new home, my new life, finally the search is over...



Chapter Two In My Fairy Tale



I know I have my Categories backwards and I apologize. This is the romantic chapter. Also before I start my story I would like to say I read the comments and I was shocked, very shocked. I would also like to say THANK YOU to the comments that I have, but frankly there is to parts of this story. I would also say this story does NOT turn me on, at all. Its disgust I know, it's actually the second chapter that's romantic. Also that was the first time of me making a story, so thank you for the wonderful comments. When I saw the comments it did shock me, I thought I uploaded part 2 of the story but I obviously didn't. My dog got sick and had to go to the vet. So here is part 2 of this story.

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Night came and I stayed up. I had a plan I needed to work out, the reason I married Amanda was to play with her soul and heart. I had tricks up my sleeve, I also had a trick for Devin also. I hopped to talk Devin and get him to messing around with Amanda again. I was in my office when Amanda walked up to me.

"What are you still doing up?" 

"Nothing. I'm coming to bed now."

"Okay."

Amanda left and went back to bed. I couldn't help but smirk at my plan, this was going to be fun. 

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The next morning I met up with an old friend. Danny Williams, a lawyer and a friend. 

"Hey, how you been?"

"Horrible."

"Oh."

"You?"

"Um... good, I guess."

Danny and I shook hands.

"Your marriage?" I asked Danny.

"Great." 

"Amanda and I are renewing our vows but I have a plan."

"What? You renewing your vows with a skank?" I didn't even move to defend her.

"Yup." Danny looked at me weird.

"I just called your wife a skank. Haha." Danny and I started laughing.

"So what's your plan?"

"I want to renew our vows, but I'm gonna tell her how I truly feel, then divorce her, but... I want to make her feel how she made me feel, horrible. There is this girl at my job that's been hitting on me. I've been wanting to fool around with her for the longest."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why, why do you want to do this?"

"Don't worry why, just do as I say okay."

"Fine."

"I want Amanda to be served right after my vows and then pictures. I hid pictures that I took of her cheating. I want her parents, my parents, her friends, my friends, and our guest to see how much of a slut she is, and that she doesn't deserve love. Now... I have to go because I have a meeting to attend. I'll call you, same number?"

"Yup. Amanda's really in for a treat, you know... you might find real love out of this."

I doubt that.

"Yea, might."

When I arrived at work, Stacy was already waiting for me, papers in one hand and coffee in the other.

"Hey, Stacy." I walked up to her and she handed me my coffee, I actually realized how sexy Stacy look in her 'secretary outfit'. 

Her skirt hugged her large hips nicely, my, my, my was she a catch. Stacy's blouse was showing from the top of her jacket, two of the buttons were undone, her gorgeous tits were any minute from popping out. There is a rumor going around that Stacy and her boyfriend broke up and I wasn't going to miss my chance. 

"Hello, Mr. Duke. You are 3 minutes early to before you meeting." Stacy said, looking at her watch confused.

"Well... I guess that gives me time to ask you out on a date tonight then?"

"I-Is this a joke, S-Sir?" I knew how Stacy always liked me, truth be told, I always liked her, but I was faithful to my wife.

"I don't joke, Stacy."

"W-What about your wife, does she know?"

"Nope."

"Wouldn't she be mad if she found out I went on a date with her husband?"

"And, if she was she can take it out on herself.

"But..." Stacy trialed off trying to find another reason.

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I-I would love to, Mr. Duke."

"Bobby, call me Bobby."

"I would love to, Bobby." Stacy was smiling brightly, that smile... it brightened my whole day.

Though the meeting I would catch Stacy staring at me from the glass window that circled the whole room. I would wink or smirk at her and she would quickly look away. The meeting was finally over and I walked out. 

"Anything else on my agenda?"

"Amber Smith wants to talk to you, she wouldn't tell me why but she does, so you have a meeting with her."

"Fine. Time?" I remember Amber from school, she would call me a nerd sometimes... what could she possibly want.

"3:45am." 

I called Amanda on the phone and told her I would be home late and don't wait up for me. I knew she wouldn't listen though, she never does. 

"Why, is there some other bitch that you're going to see?" Here we go again.

I started debating. Truth, lie, truth, lie, truth, lie, lie it is. "No, I have a meeting that I have to attend to, a really important meeting, it could put my position in jeopardy if I don't go."

"Oh... okay." Amanda quickly hanged up on me.

I went over to my laptop, I didn't really know what to do until 3:45. I decide to message Stacy and see if she could get Amber in earlier. About 12 minutes later, I got a knock on the door.

"Come in." Amber walked in.

Her outfit jacket was missing and I also noticed that 3 buttons on her blouse were unfastened. Was she coming in her to hit on me? Amber was holding a pad and pen, she started to sit down. She shocked me when she bent over to pick up something, but nothing fell. Her blouse flared out a little and her small perky breast came into view... not attractive one bit.

When Amber meeting was over time went by fast, it was if time zoomed by me. I walked up to Stacy and held out my elbow. I called to make sure Amanda was at home and wasn't planning on sneaking me. 

"Do you want me to take my car?" Stacy asked, digging through her little purse.

"No. We'll take mine." I walked Stacy over to the passenger seat and opened the door for her.

"Why, thank you." Stacy smiled at me and climbed seat.

I can be a gentleman. I shut the door and walked over to the driver's side. I got in and drove off in a matter of seconds. We came to a stop light and Stacy grabbed my hand. 

"I want to thank you so much for asking me out on this date, it means the world to me. I promise I won't embarrass you."

"Embarrass me! Hope that I don't embarrass you." I laughed, Stacy joined in.

We arrived at my favorite restaurant, Cacharel Restaurant., I never took Amanda here. We got a table because the manager knew me so well.

"Would you like a salad or an appetizer?"

"A salad, please." Stacy said, taking a sip of the water they placed on our table.

"You don't want an appetizer?" I asked, looking at her confused.

"Well, an appetizer then." Stacy said with a smile.

The waitress looked over at me. "We'll share an appetizer together." I looked over at Stacy, making sure that's okay.

Stacy nodded and took another sip of her water. 3 candle sticks on a candle holder was in the middle, close were flowers. Stacy and I sat across from each other, it was actually romantic here.

"Sauteed Jumbo... Sea S-Scallops on a Bed of... Cauliflower Puree." Stacy tried to say all at once, she struggled but did pretty good.

I laughed and Stacy shyly smiled. Through the date, Stacy slowly opened up to me. I got a call from Amanda.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Where are you?" Amanda's voice yelled through my phone. 

Stacy and I just got back in my car, after having a wonderful time.

"Ummm... I'm coming home right now." I said, then hanged up on her before she could get a word in. 

Knowing Amanda, she probably have someone over there with her. I dropped Stacy off at home after she gave me the directions.

"I had the most fun with you than with any other guy... does that make since?" Stacy started laughing.

I walked her up to her door step. 

"I had fun with you too, Stacy."

We stood on the porch looking like idiots, just looking at each other.

"D-D-Do you... wanna come in?"

"I would love to." 

Stacy's apartment was small. "This is home." 

"Really, kinda small for you, isn't it."

"Just a little."

"With all the money you get, you still live in a shit hole like this?"

"It is not a shit hole! Its home for now... plus, I have dreams!" Stacy laughed taking a seat on her torn sofa.

"What are they?"

"I want to go the NYC, then Rome, then I want to go to Paris, I want to get married in Paris actually." Stacy had a dreamy face, as if she knew what she wanted in life, but didn't know how to get it.

"I see." That was all I could say.

I sat down beside Stacy and she leaned her head on my shoulder. 

"So what are you dreams?"

"I don't have none really," I thought for a minute, then one hit me," I actually would love to have a faithful wife for once. I want to marry the most honest beautiful woman ever."

"You'll find her... I know you will." Stacy took her head off my shoulder and looked me in my eyes.

"I was actually hoping I already did." My words slipped out before I could take them back. 

Stacy looked at me shock, I mentally kicked myself in the ass for my slip-up. I looked at Stacy lips, damn they are so kissable.

I leaned forward a little, wanting to see Stacy's next move. To my surprise, Stacy moved toward me. Her lips met mine and a kiss led to us making out.

Stacy pulled away for air. "Y-Your wife!"

"What about her?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Stacy.

"What if she find out?"

"So." I kissed Stacy again. 

I never moved my hands to her tits or farther down, and no we didn't have sex. I left and came home to my wife, who was pissed off, her arms crossed over her chest. Here we go again.

I guess I should put...

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