0 comments/ 17108 views/ 0 favorites Conversations By: LuckyFate "So, Angie must be pretty horny lately." "Yeah, she's pretty horny." "What?" "Angie's really horny." "What are you talking about?" "Well, it's been a while since she's been with anyone." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Didn't she look like a slut tonight?" "Oh, she always looks like a slut. That's 'cause she is a slut." "What? Since when?" "Since always! You didn't know?" "No! She's not a slut!" "You've been her cousin all these years, and you didn't know she was a slut?" "Yeah, it's like, how could you NOT know?" "She's not a fuckin' slut!" "Yes she is!" "Yep, she is." "No! Max, is Angie a slut?" "I don't really know her well enough to judge, really." "Yeah, he doesn't know her. She sleeps around a lot though." "How do you fuckin' know?" "'Cause... I know!" "Fuck you!" "No, she is! Wade thinks so!" "Okay, how is she a slut?" "She was with a lot of guys!" "Like who?" "Like Rob Mortenson. Remember when she bit his dick?" "Oh, well, that was in fuckin' high school." "Yeah, and then there's John Lether." "And Burt Turrin." "Yeah, well three guys doesn't make her a slut!" "There were more! I know there were!" "She'd probably fuck anybody now. You just have to say the right thing to her and she'd fuck ya." "No!" "Yeah, she was checkin' me out tonight!" "She was checkin' us all out tonight. Even Ray." "That's fuckin' sick, her own cousin." "Bill's sister's the slut!" "No, Angie's a slut." "Fuckin'...! Max, what do you think? Is Bill's sister a slut?" "Wait... Katie or Vanessa?" "Katie. She's a fuckin' slut, right Max?" "Max isn't sayin' anything. He doesn't want in on this conversation." "Mind if I use the bathroom?" "Yeah. Actually --! Use the one upstairs, the downstairs toilet isn't working." "Awwww, you fuckin' broke it didn't ya, Bill?" "Yup!" "I'll be back." "'Kay." "'Kay." (Upstairs.) "Hey, Katie." "Hey Max!" "How's it goin'?" "Pretty good. You?" "Not bad." "That's good." "We, uh, aren't making too much noise down there are we?" "Yeah, well, Bill's room is right below mine, so I can hear pretty much everything." "Oh. Sorry. We'll try and keep it down." "That's okay. Hey, who were you guys talking about, the slut? You weren't talking about me, were you?" "Naw, Bill was just making fun of Ray's cousin. You know, uh, Angie." "Oh. That Ray, he's got quite the mouth on him, eh?" "Yeah, somebody shoulda taken a bucket of soapy water to his mouth years ago. It's nice to see him on the receiving end for once." "Heh, yeah." "Yeah." "Was there anything you wanted, a beer or something?" "No, thanks." "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm good. I don't really drink, so..." "Okay." "You don't really say much, do you, Max?" "I usually don't have anything to say." "You aughta speak up more." "Yeah, I should." "You're too quiet." "I know." "Awright, if you need anything let me know." "'Kay. Thanks!" "Sure." "Say, uh..." "Yeah?" (From Downstairs.) "Hey Max? Bring me another beer when you come down!" "(Sigh) N'kay!" "So did you want something, Max?" "Naw, that's awright. Thanks." "'Kay." (Downstairs.) "W'happened? Why'dja take so long?" "Nothin', I was just-" "You were masturbating?" "No! Geez... I was-" "Yeah, uh-huh, okay." "God...!" "We know what you were doin'." "Ooo-kay." "So Bill, your sister is legal, eh? What is she, 18?" "Fuck you!!!" "Oooh, yeah. She's still in high school, eh?" "Shut up!" "Heh, heh, heh!" "YOUR cousin's the slut!" (Later.) "Look at fuckin' Wade, fast asleep. Fuckin' wuss." "Yeah. It's only 2:30." "Hey, what're you doin'?" "What does it look like?" "You're not fallin' asleep too, are ya Bill?" "Yeah!" "Dahhhhhhhh! Wussies!" "I was up early this morning!" "So was I! Max, aren't they wussies?" "Heh, heh." "Fuck this, I'm goin' home." "'Kay, see ya, Ray." "You coming too, Max?" "Right behind ya." "Later, guys. Bye, Max." "Later, Bill." (Upstairs.) "Later, Ray." "You not leavin'?" "Yeah, I gotta use the bathroom again before I leave." "Uh-huh. Goin' to masturbate again?" "Geez. Later, Ray!" "See ya! Maybe call ya tomorrow!" "'Kay!" (Hallway. Light in Katie's bedroom.) "Oh, hey, Katie. Sorry, I didn't think you were still up." "That's okay. So, you guys packing it up for tonight?" "Yeah, Wade and Bill passed out on the floor. Ray got mad and left." "Oh. Hey, Max, do you know anything about writing short stories?" "Yeah, a little. I write a few myself." "Can you tell me what you think of this?" "Sure. Lesse here... uh-huh... uh-huh. Looks pretty good!" "I dunno, it just seems kinda dry, n'slow." "Well, the thing is, you need more dialogue. It's what keeps the story going. If you can advance the plot at all by using dialogue instead of narrative... you know, just saying it, then it makes it more... I dunno, exciting really isn't the word I'm goin' for... Y'know, just easier to read." "Yeah, that's a good idea!" "Well, I used to read a lot of those "How to write short story" books." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah. I'm pretty good at coming up with characters." "Yeah, I never have problems with that. But it's hard to show just how complex my characters are in my stories. It's like, my guy could be from Ireland, but I can't say that without being, like, totally blunt, so I give him an accent. Now, I can't understand what he's saying half the time." "Yeah, heh, yeah." "It's like, characters are deeper than they look, you know, but how do I let the reader know that?" "It's hard, I know. You have to drop thos subtle hints. A guesture, a saying, a philosophy for the character that you can use over and over might help, you know?" "Yeah..." "Yeah. Take yourself for example." "Me?" "Sure. Just look - I can tell, just from standing here talking to you, that you're friendly, outgoing, and pretty physically active." "Okay, how?" "Well, just from talking to you, I know you're pretty friendly. And since you barely know me, and can still be friendly with me, I can tell you're outgoing. As for athletic, it's like, your hair. You got it pulled back into a ponytail when you can see your hair isn't quite long enough for it." "..." "Er, whatever." "It still looks good, right?" "Yeah, of course! But, it's like, why would you tie your hair back like that if you didn't want to keep your hair out of your face? Maybe because you do a lot, physically, you know? Like running, or jumping, or... I dunno.,. Is this making any sense?" "Hee... Kinda. But, I might just think my hair look better this way." "Maybe. I dunno, I just... I was just thinking out loud. Honestly, I couldn't picture you without your hair like that." "Yep." "So, anyway, you're, like, just the kind of character writers would look for." "I am?" "Yeah! It's keeping the reader asking questions that pulls them into the book. Who wouldn't read about you, and say, "Hey, what's an attractive, friendly, outgoing and active person like yourself doing at home, alone, on a Saturday night?" "...I, uh..." "Sorry, I didn't wanna embarrass you, I just..." "No, it's okay -" "No, I shoulda... I dunno. Maybe I should just go." "... You're a pretty complex character, yourself." "Me? Not really." "Yeah, you are. You, like, don't drink, you don't smoke, you don't follow sports, you have like, nothing in common with those guys, but you hang out with them anyway." "Yeah, well, we share other interests. Video games, an' stuff." "But you're like, so quiet, and reserved all the time. You never swear or anything..." "Yeah, well..." "...And you're like, such a nice guy. You always say "Hi!" to me when you see me. You always ask if you can help, and you're polite, which is so different from Bill's other friends." "I try to be a good influence on them. Sometimes it rubs off." "Like, Ray, he always says what he thinks. You never do! I have no idea what you're thinking right now." "Right now? I'm thinking, it's getting late, and I should be getting home." "No, you're not!" "I'm not?" "No! What are you really thinking?" "What I'm REALLY thinking?" "Yeah! Right now! What are you thinking!" "Nothing." "Oh, come on, you must be thinking something!!!" "Well..." "You don't have to be so shy! We've known each other for a while, now! You've been coming over to our house nearly every weekend for years!" "But aside from "Hi!", we never say much to each other." "Seriously! What are you thinking?" "I'm... nawwww." "Come on, please?" "(Sigh) I'm thinking... you're really cute." "...Really?" "Yeah." "What else are you thinking?" "I'm thinking... I'm wondering, actually, what you have on underneath that blanket that's wrapped around you." "Oh. Heh, well, it's just my clothes from today. I haven't changed for bed yet. See?" "Oh." "Why? What were you thinking? That I was naked?" "No, I figured you weren't." "But you were hoping." "Maybe... a little." "So now what are you thinking?" "I dunno, I'm kinda embarrassed." "Now, you don't have to be embarrassed, I'm the one who asked." "Yeah, well, I shouldn't have said that." "S'okay. You're honest, I like that." "So..." "So?" "Right now, I'm thinking..." "Yeah?" "I'm wondering, actually, what you're thinking." "What do you think I'm thinking?" "I'm worried you're thinking I'm some kinda perv now, and you're gonna throw me out." "No, that's not what I'm thinking." "What then?" "I'm wondering... why you wanted to see me naked?" "Well... uh... I suppose just stupid hormones. Still haven't quite grown out of the whole teenage phase yet." "No, I mean, like, you think I'm that attractive?" "What? Of course you are! Why wouldn't you think so?" "I dunno. I'm kinda putting on weight, and my breasts are kinda saggy... You don't think I'm fat, do you?" "Are you kidding me? You're perfect! You're not skinny as a rail, or anything, but you're nowhere near fat!" ".. Thanks. I think." (Giggle) "That... didn't quite come out like I meant. You know what I meant, right?" "Yeah, I got it." "So, what are you thinking now?" "I dunno. I'm kinda thinking of letting you see me naked." "Really...?" "Maybe. If you promise not to laugh." "I would never...!" "... All right, only for a minute." "Need some help?" "No... ehh... I got it. There. Well... What do you think?" "I think it's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." "Thanks..." (Giggle) "Wow." "Heh, heh." "So." "Yeah. Kinda chilly in here." "Oh! Yeah." "So. What are you thinking now?" "You don't wanna know what I'm thinking now!" "Yes I do! We've gone this far, haven't we?" "I suppose. I was just wondering..." "Go ahead." "If I could...touch them." "Sure." "..." "Hee... That tickles!" "Wow... they're really soft." "Not saggy?" "No! They're perfect. Just like you." "Mmmmmm..." "Sorry, did you want me to stop, or...?" "No! No, that's okay. It feels nice." "Huh. It - uh, must be kinda cold in here." "No, it's actually warming up some." "Oh." "Max..." "Yeah, Katie?" "Did ... do you wanna...?" "Do I...? Oh! Oh. Uh, God, I dunno... I mean, I'd like to, but, uh... Geez, Katie! You're like, 5 years younger than I am! And you're Bill's sister! I would, but... I dunno. Maybe I should just go." "No, wait! Max, please. I know I'm a lot younger, and I know we're risking a lot, but... I really like you. I always thought you were cute, ever since the first time you came over. I know you like me. We don't need forever, but we can have right now!" "What about your parents! They're like, right in the next room! And Bill's right below us!" "So what? They're all asleep." "Katie... God, I dunno." "Max, please..." "..." "..." "... Okay." "You mean it?" "Yeah... yeah, okay." "Okay! Okay." "So..." "So, what do we do now?" "You mean... you've never..." "Well, see, uh, there was this one guy at school. He and I went to the formal together, and we went back to his car afterwards..." "His car?" "The whole thing was over in a few minutes. I didn't get anything out of it. He just said, "Thanks, babe, I'll call ya!" and I never saw him since." "Oh." "So, you wanna go slow, then?" "Yeah." "Okay." "So, are you gonna take your pants off?" "In a minute. I want to do something first. Sit down on the bed, here, beside me." "Okay." "Now, tell me how this feels." "Mmmmm... That's really good." "Okay, I'm gonna kiss you now." "A-a-alright." "Mmmmph...." "Wow... that was really nice... Max... ooh, yeah... that feels so good when you kiss my neck..." "Next, your breasts..." "Oh, god... my breasts like being kissed like that. Wow, do they ever! You can see they like that! Oh, god, Max, suck on them... just a little bit." "Mmmm... okay... how does that feel?" "Oh, god... I can see colors swirling in my head. That is so... ah..." "You have such a pretty tummy... I just want to kiss it all over." "(Giggle) That tickles!" "Heh... You like that, huh?" "Yeah, that's really nice. Oh, god, how long have you been doing this to me? It feels like hours..." "It's barely been mintues." "God, if this were Jeff, we'd be all done by now. You've barely started! Oh, god, Can you take your pants off now, please??" "In a sec. I'm not done yet. First, we take your shorts off." "Oh, god, what are you doing??? I - (Gasp) oh, god..." "Mmmm... how does that feel?" "Oh, god... I - I always thought of ... that... as sick, and... I never thought being kissed... there... would feel so good! Oh, wow!" "You taste so sweet..." "Does it not taste funny?" "No... it tastes like you, and you're the sweetest thing in the whole world." "Awww... Oh! Oh, god... that's more than I can take! I've never felt this way before! Not even when I... you know." "You can say it. Go ahead." "When I... masturbate." "Hmmmm... I like hearing you talk dirty." "Oh, please! Please! Max, you have to take your pants off right now!!!" "Alright, Katie. It's okay. It'll be just fine. I'm taking them off now..." "... Why are you waiting?" "... Promise not to laugh?" "Never!" (Giggle) "Here goes..." "..." "..." "..." "..." "... It's perfect." "You think?" "You're so much bigger than Jeff was. I think. It was kinda dark, and I couldn't see all that well, so..." "Kinda killing the mood, here." "Sorry. What happens now?" "Well, if you don't know..." "Well, I know, but I heard a guy needs lubrication on his..." "...His?" "... His penis, before he can... you know..." "Who told you that? Jeff?" "He said if you don't, you can rip a girl's insides out so she can't have babies." "That's not really true. That's not even sorta true." "S'what he said." "So what did you do? You know, with Jeff." "He made me suck on it." "Well, you don't have to worry. See? Feel here..." "Wow... is that...?" "You're wet enough already. I can feel it. I can even... mmmm... taste it." "Okay, if you're sure." "Trust me." "Okay." "Ready?" "...Yeah, go ahead." "God... you're really... tight." "Is that good?" "That's very good." "Oh! I can really feel it now. It feels so good, sliding in and out..." "In and out of...?" "My... pussy?" "Heh... Where do you pick up these things?" "I dunno. Y'know, around." "Mmmm... oh, god..." "Ooooh! Oooh, my.... it's... oh!!! That feels so good!" "Hmmmm... let me taste your breasts again..." "Oh god, I'm going nuts! Oh, I love the feeling of your big cock in my little pussy!" "You like that?" "Oh, it feels so good! I've never felt like this before!" "You're so incredible... I love your soft skin... and I love your lips... mmmm..." "MMMM! Oh, yeah! I love it when you kiss me like that! Do you like it? Do you like kissing my soft, fresh skin?" "Oh, yeah." "Do you like the feel of my tight little pussy around your big hard cock?!?!? You like innocent high school girls, don't you?" "Oh, fuck, yeah!" "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me! Please, fuck me! Fuck..." "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna - " "Yes! Push it in me! Let me feel that big dick pulsing in my pussy!" "Oh, Nnnngggggod!" "Ah! AH! AHHHHHHH! YES! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooh...." "Oh, oh, oh wow..." "Oh..." "(Pant) That was so..." "Yeah. That was amazing." "Where... (Pant) where did you learn that?" "Learn what?" "All that!! "Soft, fresh skin?" "My tight little pussy?" "Innocent high school girls?" Where did you get that?" "Well, I hear it a lot actually. Thin floors." "Bill gets a lot of female callers?" "No, Bill gets a lot of pay-per-view pornos. It's all I can hear." "Oh." "You were... I mean..." "Thanks." "W-was I... y'know, good?" "You were great! You were better than great! I'd say magnificent, or spectacular even, if it didn't sound so inadequate." "Hmm." "You know you're cute when you blush like that?" "Heh, yeah." "So..." "Yeah. So." "Mm-hmm." "So, you think we could, like... y'know, do it again?" "Sure, I'd like that. Oh, you mean now? I thought you meant like, next time I was over, or something." "Both, maybe. Whatever." "'Kay. Both is good." "Can I be on top this time?" "N'kay." Conversations A quick little experiment. A loving wives tale with, except for the minimum of scene setting, just conversations. Sorry no real sex. I haven't bothered with quotation marks, and you'll have to judge for yourselves how calm or angry each person is as they speak. In case it is not obvious, a column of '=' indicates a lull in the conversation, and a '+++' indicates a break while the other person talks on the telephone. Not too complicated. Hope you enjoy it. ---------------------- The Kitchen -- 8.15 am Good morning Peter. Morning Jane. = = = = = = = You OK? What do you think? I guess not then. You're bloody right I'm not OK. What damn time did you get home last night? Not sure --- some time after three I suppose. Did HE bring you home then? No Peter, I got a taxi. Mike offered to run me home, but .... Well, it was easier to get a taxi. Then Bloody lover boy Mike didn't have to bother to get dressed I suppose? Whatever honey ---- think what you want to think. What I think is that when I left the bar last night, that you, my wife should have left with me. Not stayed there canoodling with someone who was meant to be my best friend. Canoodling? --- we weren't canoodling. Really Jane, then how would you describe it then? Dancing with him most of the night while I had to sit there and watch him put his hands all over you. You think I shouldn't have minded when I saw another man feeling your arse and groping your tits in front of everyone. Oh come on Peter, you're exaggerating aren't you. We were only messing around. So Mike copped a feel of my breasts. What do you think I am ----- a nun or something? For Christ's sake Jane. Do you think I am blind? When you sat down alongside him, do you think I couldn't see his hand up your fucking skirt? Do you think I couldn't see you rubbing his cock through his trousers? Damn you Peter, we're all adults aren't we? If you're going to get that upset every time I have a bit of fun, then there's not much future for our marriage is there? And if you think that letting someone finger fuck you to orgasm in front of me is just playing around, then no ---- I don't think there's much future for our marriage Jane. I didn't have an orgasm Peter. Bollocks Jane. Do you think after all this time, that I don't recognise you when you cum. Bloody hell woman, you were squealing as he fingered you. Why didn't you stop us then Peter if you found it so upsetting? Stop you? --- stop you? I told you to stop four or five times, but all you did was giggle and carry on. What else could I do, other than storm out? Well you certainly did that didn't you, you bastard. You shouted at me in front of everyone and showed me up. You had the choice to leave with me Jane but you didn't. You chose Mike over me and then I suppose he took you home to his place and fucked you. Ok --- Ok, so he did! ---- So he did fuck me! ---- If you must know he fucked me like a bull for three or four hours, and that's more than you've managed for years. I orgasmed three bloody times Peter, and I can't remember the last time you did that for me. = = = = = He's not the only one is he Jane? No. Who was it then? ---- and when? Wrong question Peter I'm afraid. What do you mean? You should be asking how many and since when ---- how long. Oh shit! = = = = = You might as well know Peter. I've being fucking others behind your back for the last couple of years. Ever since you went on that business trip to Germany and left me here on my own for nearly three weeks. I did have my suspicions Jane, but two years? ---- That's a bit of a shock. Sorry Peter. I don't want to hurt you more than I have to, but to be honest the last couple of years have been just so thrilling for me. To discover in my late thirties that men still find me so attractive ---- to find out that I can pick up almost any man I set my sights on ----- well it's like a drug. I've never felt so wonderful in my life. I've never had so much fantastic sex in my life. Do I know any of these guys then Jane --- your fuckbuddies? A few of them Peter. Just three or four of them, but most are guys I work with, or just men I've met when I've been out with my friends. Who are they then? Which of my pals other than Mike have been fucking you behind my back? Oh no Peter, I'm more careful than that. Unless you give me your approval to continue fucking around, then I'm telling you no more. You really expect me to just give you the go ahead. Tell you it's ok to screw anyone you fancy behind my back and not complain. You think I'm simple or something? I'm not falling for that one --- no way. Look Peter honey. We can work this out. I've been thinking about it a lot and we can make it work for us. No bloody way Jane. But listen sweetheart, please try to understand. You let me play away from time to time, and I'll promise to be careful --- cut down even ---- just limit myself to a couple of times a week or so. I promise I wouldn't humiliate you, and wouldn't go with any of your friends. You'd hardly even know what I was up to. If you really want --- I'll try to make an effort to make it better between us in bed. We haven't really got it together properly for some time, but I'd like it if we could be a bit more like we used to be before --- before this all started. Why not just get divorced Jane? No Peter. I'm not giving you a divorce. I'm comfortable as I am, and I don't want a divorce. Maybe you are Jane, but what about me? What if I decide to divorce you? That's your decision Peter. I think you'd be stupid to even think about it, but if you chose to divorce me then I'd fight it. I'd take you for everything you've got, and I'd take the kids away from you as well. Not if I divorced you for adultery Jane. No judge in the UK would let you get away with it. You've no proof Peter --- no proof at all. I told you I've been very careful, and you may know I've been cheating on you, but you'll never prove it, and from now on I'll be even more choosy, even more careful. You'd need photos and things, and you'll never get them. No Peter --- I've got it all worked out. You accept the way I am, or I take you to the cleaners. = = = = = = Well? You seem to have thought it out. I said I had Peter. Come on honey, think about it. You'll be no worse off than before and maybe after a while I might get over it. Maybe we can be like we were before. You know it makes sense sweetheart. I'll think about it. Thanks honey --- you'll see that it's for the best. I said I'll think about it Jane. No more than that. That's fine honey --- that's fine. Now you better be off to work sweetheart, or you'll be late. Ok Jane. I'll see you tonight then. Right sweetheart. Now don't go getting upset or anything will you. I'll have your favourite dinner waiting for you when you get home. Bye! Bye honey. Drive carefully now. ------------------------ Same kitchen -- five minutes later -- the phone. Hi Mike, it's me Jane. +++ Yes, Peter's just left and he's not very happy, but I think he will go for it. +++ Oh yes Mike, it was wonderful last night, and Peter has no idea that it wasn't the first time. +++ No, I'm sure he doesn't suspect, and in any case I told him about the others before you, so he shouldn't be too upset with you. +++ Exactly Mike. As long as he doesn't rock the boat we can carry on having sex as much as we want, and I get to keep my comfortable lifestyle. +++ I don't know if we'd ever get him to go that far. I can't see Peter being sufficient of a wimp to watch us have sex together. But you never know Mike. He's such a softy where I'm concerned, and I've got him eating out of my hand. +++ Yes good idea Mike --- maybe better if you stayed clear of him for a few days just in case. Let him get over the shock a bit. +++ Yes, I'm fine for tomorrow afternoon lover. Same place, same time. +++ Bye lover. ---------------------- Peter's office -- 11.30pm Hi Peter. Oh come in Mike --- cup of tea, or something stronger. Tea's fine Peter thanks. Mary ---- can you bring us a couple of cups of tea in please --- thanks. Well that went well didn't it? Perfect Mike. I never thought she would fall for it the stupid bitch. Jane rang me as soon as you left this morning, and told me all about it. Sounds as if you played your part like a professional actor. Yes it wasn't easy I can tell you. I wanted to slap the cow round the face, but better this way and I'll be rid of her for good, and she'll have to leave with very little. You should get custody of the kids as well once the judge has all the evidence of her adultery and goings on. Well my solicitor thinks so, especially if we get a good video of next week's gangbang. You have got the cameras all set up as we arranged I hope? Yes no problem. Nick installed them over the week-end, and I've had a quick look at last night's roll in the hay, and it's pretty hot, though I say so myself. We can't use that though if you can be recognised. You've got to stay out of it. No, no bloody way. But it served to show the quality was good, and that it's set at the right angle. Just make sure your face doesn't appear on the gangbang video --- that's all. No problem if it does. Nick said he can edit me out if needed. = = = = You've got the other guys lined up then. No problem Peter. There'll all be back on their ship and long gone by the time the video surfaces. Christ, is Jane going to get a shock when them rough scum walk in. Be too late by then though, as she'll already be naked on the bed. I'll see to that. OK Mike. Another week and it'll all be over. Well ----- if it's Ok with you Peter, then I'll stretch it out a bit longer. Jane's a fantastic fuck you know, just as you said she would be. I'd like to make the most of it. Ok you horny bastard; enjoy yourself for another week or two. That's the least I can grant you for helping me out. A pleasure old man ---- an absolute pleasure. Just thinking ahead a bit Mike --- that little blonde you told me about. Is she still around? Sure Peter. But let's get this over with first, and then you can have all the fun you want after the divorce. The end ------------------------- Please don't be too critical of the technicalities. It's not easy trying to write something different like this. Let me know what you think. Conversations In Cyberspace It all started innocently enough. I was on line surfing the social networking sites. On this one site, I kept getting hit on by men. I'm straight and I simply am not into that at all. So, I just sent friend requests to women. All ages, really. Primarily, I looked for women who were already attached, since I am attached and was not looking for anything but friends, and maybe a business relationship. As I was surfing, I got a few hits that had matched me. I don't remember if I got a hit from my Lil' Darlin' or not, but some how we got connected. I remember I saw her profile and the picture was of a girl's crossed legs and sent a friend request—"Hey, I like your profile, and I'd like to be your friend." Some days later, she sent me a reply: "What exactly do you like about my profile?" I went to her site and clicked on her profile. It didn't say anything about her, except that she was 24 and her profile showed her crossed legs clad in tan nylons and black high heels with the statement; "Nothing beats sexy panty hose and heels." She had me there. So, I replied back to her and sent this message, "I really do like your legs." And I asked if she would like to work with me on a marketing project I was working on. I really thought that would be the end of it. But much to my surprise and the massaging of my ego, she replied back to me again. After all, I am over 50 and a grampa. A young lady even talking to me was quite a thrill for this old guy. Still, I was only interested to see if she would work with me. As I was typing that reply and before I could send it, she sent me a message: "Don't be shy, talk to me." I replied, "I just sent you a message. I am not shy." Then the stakes of the game changed to my favor. Our conversations now follow. I couldn't make up better scripts if I tried. Lil' Darlin': So, tan or black panty hose? LOL Me: I like the nude look. So Tan? Lil' Darlin': Good I wear suntan hose usually probably about 3 or 4 days a week they go with any outfit .  Me: Now, I'll be thinking of LEGGS all day. Naughty girl!! Me: I have to go out for a while. Business call. If you worked with me, you would have a "leg up" on the competition. LOL Lil' Darlin: hmmmmmm what if it was a long day would you offer me a footrub? Me: Foot rub, I am good at that. Plus I do a fair job of body massage. Lil' Darlin': Ok your hired ;) Lil' Darlin': If you were giving me a foot rub, would you peek? Me: I will peek if you show me. Lil' Darlin': mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Imagine me kicking off my heels and putting my silky nylon toes in your lap. Me: Now you are making my tongue hard, too. Lil' Darlin: my nylons feel so ssmooth and silky. imagine rubbing them for me Me: I can do that. But you are making it hard for me. Lil' Darlin': What if I told you I don't have any panties on? Me: No panties? Now you are really making it hard for me. A full body massage to relieve the pressure where the panties were? Lil Darlin: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm rub my thighs make me wetter!!! Lil' Darlin: please tell me how hard I am making it? Me: Very!! and large, Too. Are you wet? Lil' Darlin': yes my nylon crotch is getting damp! Are you really hard? Me: YES and HORNY!!! Lil' Darlin: im rubbing my fingers up and down my silky thighs right now. Me: I would rub you all over and I would rub your wet crotch!!! I am sorry, but I would be forced to take off your panty hose. And kiss you there and lick you. Lil' Darlin': mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm rub my thighs make me wetter!!!! Me: And me HARDER!! Would you like to see it? Li' Darlin: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm let me rub my feet on your hard cock! Me: Have at it baby!! Lil' Darlin': mmmmmmmmmmmmmm you're so big! Do my nylons feel good rubbing your cock? are you staring up my skirt? Hmmmm, is it bad im not wearing panties, are you peeking?? Me: Yes. And no panties. And you are dripping wet. I can smell you!! It is sooooo good!! Lil' Darlin': mmmmmmmmmmmmmm do you want to lick me? Me: ABSOLUTELY. Just imagine me doing so until you are all ready to climax. Tell when you are close. Are you fingering your self right now? Lil' Darlin': mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm rubbing the crotch now!!! Then, we got disconnected. I saw that she had gone offline. "Rats," I thought to myself. "I wonder if her boyfriend came in or something? I sighed deeply and shut down the computer. I didn't hear from her for a day or two. And then she sent me a message. And she really got my attention in a hurry. Lil' Darlin': I played with myself earlier :) I fucked my pussy with a dildo thinking of you eating me and bending me over. Me: Poor me. Only Rosy Palm and her sisters. Bending you over--what a thought. I really like doing it that way. Lil' Darlin': doggy is soooo deep!! Rip my pantyhose!!!! Your hands on my nylon ass-pumping me!! Me: You have made me so-o-o-o-o-o- hard again!!! I had to meet up with Rosy Palm to take get the situation well in hand. And then she was off line again. Where was she when I was young and full of pee and vinegar? I had never had such an experience before. Never thought that I would have a cyber lover. I must confess, I am totally enthralled with pursuing this relationship. Who knows where it will end up. Conversations in the Bedroom Prelude It was Sunday morning. Neither Josh nor Nina needed to get up. They woke up almost simultaneously, his cock already hard. Instinctively, she opened her legs almost before he moved. She was not even fully awake when he entered her. She clasped the bed head and matched his gentle rhythm with long, loud sighs. At the moment she came her beautiful pale body caught a solitary ray of sun, shining through the shutters. All their days started like this. This was pleasure; this was life! Conversation One Nina was sitting up in bed reading. Josh came in from the bathroom wearing just his shorts. It was only the early evening but on these cold, winter nights they retreated to their bedroom earlier than ever; here their intimacy would insulate them from the ravages of a harsh winter. "Darling," Nina began in a matter of fact voice, without even looking up from her book, "Mr. Wilby is off on one of his European trips next Friday and wants me to go." Josh was untroubled by this. "OK, my love, where is it this time?" "I can't remember. Paris, Brussels, Geneva. They all look the same from the airport and the hotel." "OK." "So, permission granted, yes?" Josh stopped drying his hair. "Permission? Since when did you need my ‘permission'? We don't do things that way, remember?" He walked over to her with a mock, threatening look on his face and gently flicked her with his towel. She smiled. How safe she always felt with him. How easy it was to broach any subject with him. How easy being love at all was, with him. "Sorry." She had an arsenal of winsome smiles that turned him into putty. He took away her book and then took off his shorts. He could feel the first twinges in his cock. "Come on," he said continuing with mock anger, "take off that nightdress and get on your back." She squealed with laughter and did as he asked. Conversation Two Lying side by side some thirty minutes later they were breathing as heavily as if they had just finished a vigorous workout in the gym. Simultaneously they turned to face each other, exchanging mischievous, satisfied smiles. "You know…," Josh said, still struggling to find his breath, "I don't think…..I can give you….permission after all….to go away with… old Wilby." "Why?" Nina replied, knowing full well he was not serious. "I don't think I can manage without you for two nights." She turned over on her side and nestled against him and turned on her teasing voice. "That's nothing to do with the fact that you've been fucking me for the last thirty minutes, is it? I mean, it's not my cooking your going to miss is it? Or that deft way I manoeuvre the vacuum cleaner around the room?" "I admit the last thirty minutes has somewhat influenced my view of your forthcoming trip." She laughed and got up and straddled him. She leant forward and kissed him softly on his lips "Well, we'll just have to make sure we do it a bit more often before I go. Like now for instance." "Now!" "Yes, why not? Don't tell me you're tired!" She got off him and lifted his limp cock in her hand. "Oh dear, this doesn't look very promising does it?" She teased. He slapped her on the bum. She lay back down by his side. He looked at her and asked, slightly less frivolously, "Do really want more?" She considered for a fraction of a second whether to tell the truth and decided she would and nodded gently, rather guilty. He turned to look at her, propped up on his elbow, smiling unthreateningly, "You're insatiable." "Well, if you're not up to it, honeybunch, I'll have find someone else to keep me happy when you've had enough." He now had that look that came over him when he realised just how much he loved her. She knew the look and words were not required. He resumed the teasing tone. "However, you'll be OK, of course, when you're away because you'll have Mr Wilby to keep you satisfied. I bet he's a terror in bed." "That I wouldn't know." "I feel sorry for Mrs. Wilby, though," Josh continued. "She doesn't seem unhappy to me." "I didn't know you'd met her." "Yes, a number of times. She's coming next week to Geneva, or wherever." "Really? That's rather unusual isn't it, taking wife and family with you on a business trip?" "Wants to keep an eye on them I suppose." Josh continued his teasing of Mr. Wilby. "Poor old Mrs. Wilby, can't even have a brief fling while hubby's away." "She wouldn't do that," Nina replied with a confidence about the woman that struck Josh. "How do you know?" "I just do. I've only spoken to her a few times but there is a quiet dignity about her that impresses me, touches me, almost." Josh recognized that Nina was speaking seriously now and abandoned his provoking comments and listened, without interruption, to what she was saying. Nina continued. "As I have told you, he rules her and the girls with a rod of iron. He is truly an old fashioned, disciplinarian patriarch. So perhaps it's that outer dignity and serenity that gets her through. However, in the few conversations I have had with her she has never expressed or hinted at friction or conflict with Mr. Wilby. Whether she loves him or not, well, I doubt it somehow but she certainly respects him." "And fears him?" Josh offered. "Oh yes, no doubt of that." "And the girls?" "Oh yes, they look frightened of breathing when he's around." "You can't possibly approve of that?" "Of course not. I didn't say anything about approval. And anyway I was talking about Mrs. Wilby." Conversation Three "I had lunch with Mr. Wilby, on my own when we were away, then afterwards he took me to his room and fucked me." Josh paused for just a fraction of a second but realised she was provoking him. She squealed with laughter that she had at least won a fraction of a second's doubt. "You liar!". She was so pleased with herself. "Well, I did have lunch alone with him, because Mrs Wilby and the girls had gone sightseeing for the day but the other bit I made up." Josh was about to say, ‘fantasised about!' but said nothing. Nina became pensive. These reflections on the egregious Mr. Wilby did not trouble Josh but they were logged. Nina continued. "He's a strange, strange person, you know, honey. A kind of dinosaur from a lost world. He's a religious fundamentalist and this seems to govern every minute of his waking life, even his work. He told me candidly and without any inhibition that he and Mrs. Wilby have agreed that she should obey him and respect his unquestioned authority in all matters. Which, it seems, she does. The two girls are subject to the most severe discipline. They are beaten with a cane across the hands if they transgress and a cane – one each - hangs on a hook on their bedroom door – a constant reminder of the consequences of their failure to obey the rules by which they must run their lives." "My God! That's sadistic! Surely you're appalled by this." "Of course I am but I cannot deny that I have a strange kind of admiration for a man who has clear moral principles and actually lives by them. Don't you think? Look at the society we live in. Don't you think there's a certain, what she we call it, moral looseness in the air?" "Is that one his phrases, ‘moral looseness'? Seems an uncharacteristic phrase for you, my love." "No, it's not one his phrases, it's mine. Just because I'm a good fuck, Josh, doesn't mean I'm stupid." Josh was about press the question whether Wilby had being using his mystical power to brainwash his wife but he dare not suggest the she was weak or stupid. "Don't you think we have moral principles then, Nina?" "I don't know, do we? I mean we live a certain way, which we have chosen, which suits us but is it really grounded in any moral principle?" "Does it matter?" Nina thought this over. "I really don't know, I really don't know. I just feel that people need some sense of, how do I put it, boundaries, I suppose and with boundaries there must be some consequences if they are transgressed. But I admit that doesn't mean that Mr. Wilby's version of this is the right one but at least he has a version." This line of thought caught Josh by surprise. Nina realised at the same time that she had betrayed more of her personal thoughts than she had intended but before he could reply she suddenly sprang up, pushed him back on the bed, grabbed hold of the waistband of his shorts, pulled the down his shorts and took his cock in her hand, knowing that it would stiffen in seconds. It did. "Now," she said, "no more talk of Mr. Wilby. Two nights without a shag and I'm desperate." She took his cock into her mouth almost down into her throat, clenched her teeth and drew the teeth back upwards until the tip of the tongue moved across a small leakage at the tip. It was to be one of her quickest orgasms for a long time. Due, presumably, to the two nights of abstinence. Conversation Four Nina walked into the bedroom drying her hair and wearing only her pyjama trousers. "Honey, I forgot to ask you. When I came up the stairs to your office this afternoon I passed a strikingly beautiful black student, was that Elizabeth, the one who has got all the visa problems that you have been helping with?" Josh was reading the paper in bed. "Yes, probably. She left my office just before you arrived. Why?" "You never mentioned how beautiful she is." "Darling, I am solely concerned with her intellectual development, nothing else." Nina dropped the towel and knelt on the bed next to him. "Well", she said, "I can't speak for her intellectual development but, I have to say, she looked pretty well developed in other areas." At this point Nina, put her hands apologetically over her small breasts. Josh took her hands and pulled them away, gently. He then got up and knelt next to her and put his mouth over her left breast and gently bit her nipple. Nina said, "I bet Elizabeth's tits wouldn't fit in your mouth so comfortably." Josh replied, "If you say anything like that again I will give you some of Wilby's discipline." "Oh, yes please!" Conversation Five "Nina." "Yes." "Yesterday…." "Yes." "I slept with Elizabeth." Nina let out a small, disappointed sigh and paused. "Well…OK." They had agreed at the beginning that they would tolerate the occasional dalliance providing it was revealed quickly after the event. If so, then there would be no recrimination or questions. "It was, of course, pure lust." "I realise that. She's very beautiful." There was no crisis but they were both subdued. For the first time in months the only thing they did in bed that night and the following morning, was sleep. Conversation Six "You know," mused Nina, lying flat on her back in bed, naked, whilst Josh read his book, "religious people talk a lot about love, don't they?" "I don't know, do they?" "Yes, they do. But Mr. Wilby is all ice." "Hypocrisy", Josh muttered, by now getting bored with talk of Mr. Wilby. "No, there's more to it than that, I think. You think he must have a weakness, or at least he must occasionally fall short of his austere standards but, no. He is a lay preacher, did you know?" Josh did not even bother to respond to these random, unconnected comments on Wilby.. "They go to Church three times a day on Sundays. According to Mrs. Wilby. At the moment, he is particularly severe with the eldest daughter, apparently. She's thirteen and her growth into womanhood is obviously causing him problems. I think he believes that all women are potentially Jezebels and need to be kept under the strictest control. Some time ago she came down to dinner dressed in what he called ‘lewd' clothes – probably what every other young girl in the country wears anyway, so he sent back to her room to change. She didn't come back so he went to her room and punished her." "With the bamboo cane hanging on the door, presumably?" "Presumably." Josh put his book down, pushed Nina's hair back to reveal her face fully and spoke kindly to her. "Nina, my love, I feel there is something about this man that troubles you. What is it?" She paused before answering. "I don't know. I'm sorry." She sat up. "As he said or done something to you that he shouldn't?" "No, no. I've told you, he's a machine, he wouldn't do anything like that. I'm sorry, I'll shut up about him." Josh smiled and then put his arm across her and lowered her gently on to her back. He kissed her on the lips and then planted a series of single kisses in a straight line down her body, on her chest, between her breasts, on her belly and finally between her legs. She let out a loud sigh. "Um, yes, more, much more of that!" Conversation Seven It was 3.30 in the morning. Only a small light from a clock broke up the dark. Gentle rain could be heard against the windows. The breathing of the room's two occupants was just audible. Then on one side of the bed was movement. Nina shuffled across to Josh, her arm pulled from under the covers and wrapped around him. She put her lips to his ear and whispered, very quietly. "Darling." No response. This time a little louder but no response. Now much louder and with some anxiety. "Josh!" He muttered something inaudible. "Josh, please wake up." Now his anxiety matched hers. "What's the matter?" Now sounding like a pathetic child, she said, "Josh, I want you." "What?" "A quick one." "Darling, it's three thirty in the morning and we both have to be up in a few hours time, please, let's sleep." "Please, please, you can be as quick as you like. Please, Josh." She found his cock but, unusually, it did not respond. He took her face in his hands and asked her if she was all right. "Yes," she said unconvincingly, "I just need you, that's all." He lay back and acquiesced and allowed her to continue trying to arouse him. Eventually he lay on top of her. He was not prepared for this and it took longer than he hoped. When it was over they did not speak. Nina turned over and went to sleep but Josh lay awake until morning. There was something in Nina's voice that disturbed him. Conversation Eight They were both up early. Nina went into the bathroom. Josh fiddled about in the cupboard for a tie to wear. Suddenly, Nina came back and marched up to him. He was a little startled. "Darling," she said, "I have a confession to make – a dalliance… of sorts." For a second Josh looked relatively unconcerned but then suddenly realised who it might be and his whole demeanor changed and he turned cold. "Wilby?" She paused before answering but never took her eyes of him. "Yes, but not in the way you think." He did not hear the second part of the sentence and flopped on the bed with his head in his hands. "No, it isn't that. You must listen to me. Last Sunday when I said I went to the antique market, I lied. I went to hear Mr. Wilby preach." "Oh God. Nina you are a complete atheist, like me, why have you gone to hear him, or anyone, preach?" "It isn't what you think." "What is it then?" "I don't know. I think I might need some help." "It's people like him, isn't it, who draw vulnerable people into cults." "Don't patronise me by calling me vulnerable." "Well, how else can I make sense of this Nina, you're my wife, I love you but this, man, is changing you." "But Josh, I need your help, please. I don't know what's happening either, it's so hard to explain. You must understand, I find him repulsive, to look at and as a personality. The thought of touching him or being touched by him revolts me, he bullies his wife and beats his children…but.. She sat down before she could utter the words but they emerged slowly and quietly. "He arouses me." "Oh no." Josh once more covered his face with his hands. "Please try to understand me, Josh." "Arouses you? So all that sex we've been having recently, morning, noon and night was all about Wilby not us?" "Yes, but I don't want it with him. When were doing it, I'm not thinking of him, the thought of doing it with him makes feel sick. You have to understand, I can't make sense of this myself. He arouses, he makes me almost manic for it, but not with him. I don't blame you for not understanding, I don't either. It frightens me. It's not only him but the rest of his family as well, that's why I keep talking about Mrs. Wilby and their daughters." "His family arouses you?" He asked with an urgent mixture of disgust and incredulity. "How? Tell me, how." The power of speech was fast draining from Josh's being, instead confusion and anger swept through him. She fell silent, briefly, and Josh waited for her reply. "Well, let me tell you this. I've never told anybody this, maybe because it's not worth telling but now I think I begin to see it differently. When I was at school, I suppose I was about thirteen, two girls had got into serious trouble, and their punishment, or part of it anyway, was to stand in the entrance hall to the school, facing the wall, so close they were almost touching it, with their heads bowed and hands clasped behind them. A public exhibition of disgrace. I kept walking in and out of the school for no reason other than to see these girls. To witness their humiliation. It exercised a lurid power over me. It gave me a frisson of terrified excitement. I had no idea at the time but I now see that that excitement, even at that age, was sexual. I don't understand why some feelings are sexual and some not, especially when they've nothing to with having sex. I mean people who get their kicks from fetishes or being whipped or that sort of thing, why do we call that ‘sexual'? No good reason, except for the person who is getting the thrill feels it's sexual, they feel turned on." "But that was when you were thirteen, presumably you have experienced these feelings since." "Yes, but I've tried to suppress them, pretend they weren't there. Hoped that being in love with you would destroy them forever." "You've never breathed a word about this." "I know, I'm sorry." He got up – looking at his wife and having this conversation was now very difficult for him. He now addressed her, looking away, out of the window. "So, just being with these poor females, these victims of this man, turns you on, is that it?" "Power is a well known aphrodisiac, isn't it?" "Is that what it is - power?" "Well, that's the nearest I can get - his power over all the people who work for him, his wife, his children, his ability to subjugate them, it electrifies me, sexually, I mean." "Power is an aphrodisiac for those who exercise it or those on the receiving end, apparently. You are neither. Your thrill, my love, is the thrill of the voyeur. Nina, I can't stand to listen to this anymore." He got up to leave the room. Nina called out just before he got to the door. "You screwed your student. I went to hear Mr. Wilby preach. What's the difference?" "What's the difference?" "Yes, tell me." Josh stopped, knowing the answer to this question was profoundly important but outside the compass of his understanding. He knew the answer, knew it was not good enough but gave it to her anyway. "Because what you are talking about is beyond anything I can comprehend and it frightens me. It touches on deeper, darker things I would prefer not to know about. My fucking Elizabeth was just straight forward, male lust and there's nothing complicated about that, is there?" He left quickly. "Josh! Don't leave me alone with this!" She heard the outside door slam loudly. Conversation Nine "I'm disappointed, Josh. Maybe frustrated is a better word." Josh's patience was now wearing very, very thin. "What are you disappointed and frustrated about?" Conversations in the Bedroom Nina saw immediately that he was close to snapping; saw that their marriage was in the balance but she had to say these things. "Disappointed that you can't see outside of the usual frame." He had no idea what she was talking about and just shook his head. She continued. "Your grasp of human sexuality doesn't extend very far, does it?" This was the first time since all this happened that she made what might be termed an assertive move. There was now anger in her voice. He let her continue without speaking. "Simple infidelity seems about as far as you can go. You must know, you must, that in the great panorama of sexual life there are some truly strange things, most of them not entirely pleasant." Josh did not want this conversation but as she had to say it, so he knew he had to hear it. "I think Mr Wilby's repressive attitudes to sex are preferable to our oh-so liberal 21st century ones. Because he knows that beyond the fun and frolicking there are some deadly secrets, things best kept secret. Sex is like laughter, you know. We laugh because of embarrassment, to soften tense situations, to divert attention and to keep us from the madhouse. It's a great thing to laugh but what are we trying to hide, do you think? That's how I see sex, like laughter, a great thing to do but deep down the roots in both cases go down into some pretty mucky earth. Some people have been able to escape these facts; alas, I have been unable to." Epilogue It was Sunday afternoon. Elizabeth was lying naked on the bed, Josh still undressing, his cock already hard. "Be quick now," she teased, "we are supposed to be discussing my thesis." She opened her legs and he entered her immediately. She clasped the bed head and matched his gentle rhythm with long, loud sighs. At the moment she came her beautiful black body caught a solitary ray of sun, shining through the shutters. All their days were like this now. This was pleasure; this was life! Two miles away a small, devoted congregation gathered in a cold, shabby hall, surrounded by derelict buildings. In the front row a woman and her two teenage daughters fixed their eyes firmly on the face of a gnarled looking preacher bitterly admonishing the world for its sins. Behind them stood a young woman, her heart beating with desire. Conversations in the Night Somewhere in Upstate New York, in the fall of 1978. ******* Chapter One: Mom's boyfriend. As was my custom each Saturday night, I made my way down the hallway toward my mother's bedroom after her light went out. Being quiet on my feet certainly helped in this situation, and as I stood on the other side of the door, I leaned against the wood while waiting for the sounds that were certain to follow. Mom was on the other side of the door, of course, as she had been all of the 18 years of my life. The man who was with her was not my father, as my parents had gotten divorced about four years ago. For the last year or so, the man who had been seeing my mother regularly was Leo Pierce, and in recent months it had been the custom for him to stay overnight each Saturday. My mother seemed to think that this would upset me for some reason, and the way she approached me about Mr. Pierce spending the night was comical, almost as if she was asking my permission. I didn't care; quite the opposite. I loved my mother, and wanted her to be happy, of course. I also liked Leo Pierce. I liked him a lot, and it was for that reason that I found myself out in the hall every Saturday night, waiting for the sounds that would soon follow. Tonight would be the more subdued version, because they knew I was home. The noises they would make, especially my mother's whimpering and moaning, would be muffled, almost like she was gagged or something like that. The bed would start creaking, and then Leo's grunting would begin. This would go on for quite a while, until he would groan, after which the room would get quiet. I would hightail it back to my room at that point, at which my mother would come out of the room and go to the bathroom. By then I was back in bed, cleaning myself up while preparing to spend the night dreaming a sweet dream. The best night was a couple of weeks ago, when I had told Mom that I would be spending the night at my friend Doc's. When I snuck back into the house after most of the lights had gone out, I was treated to the most incredible audio display that I could have imagined. There was no stifling of emotions that night. My mother was loud and raunchy, saying the most nasty stuff imaginable, and screaming like a banshee when she came over and over again while getting pounded into the mattress from the sounds of it. I didn't have to go to the door that night - couldn't have - because they had left the door open and had the room dimly lit. Instead, I stood at the top of the stairs, soaking it all in while wishing there was some way I could watch what was going on. They went at it for a long time that night, and I was drained in every way by the time I snuck back out of the house and went back to Doc's place for the rest of the night. Tonight was quieter, but still quite satisfying for me, and just before my mother had her muffled orgasm, I was coming myself. Leaning on the door-jam with a sock slipped over my dick, I was popping a load while listening to the bed creaking and fantasizing. Lest you think that I had some sort of sexual desires toward my mother, rest assured that was not the case. I love Mom, but I wasn't standing there stroking myself off while thinking of her. Instead, I was envious of her, because more than anything else in the world, I wanted to be the one in there with Leo Pierce. ****** Chapter Two: Leo. It would be safe to say that I was very attracted to Leo Pierce from the start, and I could understand why he was able to sweep my mother off her feet. He was a ruggedly handsome man who owned his own construction company, and was clearly not shy about working, given his muscular physique. About 6 foot tall and probably close to 200 pounds, he was broad in the shoulders and chest, and while he might be carrying a couple of extra pounds, he was still in great shape for a guy in his late forties. Leo Pierce was so different from my father, that it must have been a conscious effort on my Mom's part to find somebody who wouldn't remind her of Dad. Leo's skin was was much darker than my father's, probably from a combination of his ethnicity and from being out in the sun all the time He probably outweighed my Dad by 75 pounds and was a half foot taller, with arms like Popeye. Leo was a hairy guy, at least in all of the parts of him that I had seen. His arms and chest were covered with a pelt of thick, black hair, which mostly covered the faint reminders of a couple of old tattoos. All in all, Leo Pierce was certainly as manly as you could get, and while that's not to say that my Dad wasn't a man, it's safe to say that he was more the bookworm type. Short, thin and nerdy looking. That happened to be an apt description of me as well. At 5'9" and about 120 pounds, I was only slightly taller than my father, and possessed many of his features. I had run cross-country during high school, so that made me a tad more athletic than Dad, but other than that, I was certainly my father's son. So that night, my fantasies revolved around Leo Pierce, but on this occasion, my dream was interrupted just when I was getting to the good part, and that was where my imagination ended and this story begins. ******* Chapter Three: A Rude awakening. In my dream, I recall that Leo Pierce was in front of me, and I had knelt down before him. I had unbuckled his thick leather belt, and had coaxed his worn jeans down his legs. Now I was getting ready to take down his boxer shorts, and I was going to invent what might be found hidden in there. Since I had no idea of what his cock really looked like, I made him different every time depending on my mood, and this fantasy was so vivid that I thought I could smell his manly, musky odor in my dream. It was at that point when I opened my eyes, and with a start I realized that I was not alone. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to me was Leo Pierce. The light was on but at the dimmest setting, and after my initial fright I tried to figure out what was happening. "What... what's wrong?" I stammered while getting up on one elbow and squinting at Leo while fumbling for my glasses. "Nothing, Gary," Leo said. "Didn't mean to scare you." Leo was sitting on the sheets, which had been around my knees, and I was embarrassed to be half-naked, with only my pajama bottoms on. It could have been worse, I thought to myself. I could have been naked. I felt naked, and being so close to Leo like this was certainly having an effect on me. He was wearing only boxer shorts and a tank top, and he was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off that furry body. "Thought we might have a talk," Gary said. "Mom? Is she..." "Sound asleep, through the magic of Lunesta," Leo informed me, which meant that Mom had taken a sleeping pill and would be out until dawn. I understood that part, but the part that confused me was why Leo was in my room. He sensed my confusion, and with a gentle yet firm hand, he eased me back down onto the bed. I wanted to pull the sheet up, because I could feel my dick getting hard just from looking at Leo. Those arms - his biceps were almost as big as my thighs. The hair on those massive arms was so thick, and I remembered how wiry it had felt when I would "accidentally" make contact with him. What would it be like to have those arms around me? Stop thinking like that, I told myself. If he ever found how I was gay, it might ruin everything for me as well as my mother, so I tried to keep my erection from being noticeable as I waited for Leo to say what he was going to say. "I don't mind it," Leo said, looking at me with those steely eyes of his. "What you do, I mean." "Huh?" "The bit about you eavesdropping outside the bedroom door when I stay over," he said calmly. I snorted, trying to think about denying it, and then stopped before I made a bigger fool of myself. "Do you just listen, or can you see as well?" he asked, his hand resting on the bed right next to my hip, and I was momentarily hypnotized my the muscles rippling in his arm until I snapped out of it. "Just listen," I said meekly. "Sorry." "Like I said, no problem," Leo said. "The light from behind you allowed me to see the shadow of your feet at the bottom of the door." "Does Mom know?' I asked in shame, and Leo shook his head. "No, which is why I'm telling you this. She's very shy in the sack, if you know what I mean. I have a hunch she's not used to much going on in there, and while I'm gradually getting her to relax, if she thought you were out there listening, she might freak out." "I won't do it any more," I said earnestly. "Like I said," Leo continued. "I don't mind. Just make sure the light is out down the hall." "Huh?" I asked, and I thought I must be still groggy or something, because it was sounding like he wanted me to be out in the hall listening." "You heard me. Matter-of-fact, if you can figure out a way to see inside too, that's fine with me. The thought of you watching kinda turns me on. I wasn't sure why you were doing it in the beginning, and thought you might be really kinky. You know? Having a thing for your mother or something, but now that I figured it out it's okay." "And she doesn't know the other thing, in case you're wondering," Leo added. "What other thing?" I asked. "She doesn't know you're gay." ******* Chapter Four: No secrets. Leo looked at me with those eyes that seemed to look right through me as I struggled to find words to deny what he could see so obviously. Tried and failed, and so I just mumbled a response. "How... how did you know?" "Pretty easy to tell, at least for me. Your friend there, Doc? I figured you and him had something going on together. You two been lovers for a long time?" "Not really lovers," I explained. "We like each other, but more as friends. We just do stuff together a lot. He's a couple years older than me." "Really?" Leo said in surprise. "I figured he was younger than you." Doc did have a young looking face, but was actually almost 21 and was much more experienced sexually. I shook my head and let Leo continue. "When he stayed over here last month, I got up in the middle of the night to take a leak and heard a little noise coming from down in the family room. Took a peek down there and saw you humping him. You were nailing that chubby ass of his really good. So I guess we have something in common." I guess the shocked feeling I had was revealed by my face, because Leo smiled when he finished telling me. I was shocked, but the thought of Leo seeing me doing Doc like that was exciting as well, especially when he didn't seem the least bit disgusted. "So that's what brings me here now," Leo said, and as he spoke, the hand that had been by my hip suddenly came up and landed on the pale smooth skin of my stomach, just inches from the elastic waistband of my pajamas. "You see, I've got what you might call an exceptionally high sex drive," he explained. "Your Mom, she's not used to anything like the amount of sex I need, but I'll work on that. In the meantime..." I gasped as Leo's hand rubbed my stomach gently, and my breathing was loud and ragged as it slid up to my equally hairless chest. "I can feel your heart beating," Leo said as his hand rubbed my nipples, the rough skin making the little nubs stiffen immediately. "If you want me to stop, just say so." I shook my head no quickly, as the combination of fear and desire made me freeze in place, and I lay there helpless as Leo's hand went down toward where it had started. "You and your friend. Is he the bottom all the time or so you do each other?" "He," I choked out, my voice sounding distorted and strained. "He likes me to do him that way, so most of the time..." "What do you do to him? Give him head?" Leo asked, and when I nodded, his hand went over the waistband and down to where my dick was making a very obvious tent in the crotch of the pyjamas. When Leo's hand grabbed my dick through the fabric, I thought I would faint. Even the chuckle he let out and the amused expression on his fact when his fingers grabbed my penis did not take away the pleasure from me. "Let's see what you've been drilling Doc's plump ass with, shall we?" Leo asked, and with a flick of the wrist, he opened the snap of my pyjamas and opened them up. He chuckled again when he saw my dick, but it wasn't a mean laugh, and I had experienced similar reactions in the past. After looking at my erection which was curled back against my stomach, he reached down and grabbed the head of my dick with his thumb and index finger, pulling it to an upright position. "Guess if I was ever going to get fucked in the ass, I'd want it to be with a cock like yours," Leo said. My cock was pretty normal length-wise, but was very thin. Embarrassingly thin, like a very anemic hot dog, and I guess that was why Doc and a couple others had enjoyed it so much, and no one had even need to use lube. "Guess you can really check your pal's oil with this probe," Leo said, his thumb caressing the gumdrop-sized crown. My hips began to move in concert with Leo's stroking, and when he noticed my reaction, he smiled again. "Would you like to stick your cock in my ass?" Leo asked, and I nodded eagerly, but he shook his head no. "I don't do that," Leo said, shaking his head slowly. "Someday - who knows? After all, I might be your stepfather someday, so we might have plenty of time to get to know each other better." Leo coaxed my legs apart, and after letting my dick slap back down on my belly, his hand began to play with my balls. I squirmed as he kneaded the wrinkled sac, gently at first and then progressively rougher until I was writhing on the sheets. I thought I was going to cum just from that exquisite manipulation of my nuts when he suddenly stopped. "Now that we understand each other, let's get more comfortable." ****** Chapter Five: Getting comfortable. Leo stood up and walked over to the bedroom door and flicked the lock before turning around and coming over toward the bed. He motioned me to get up, and as I did, I noticed stuff on my dresser that certainly wasn't mine. A tube of lubricant, a couple strands of rope and a bandanna were there, and I almost fell on my face when I saw them while stepping out of my pajamas. Leo seemed amused at the way my boner was springing up and down wildly as I regained my balance, and when I did he motioned me closer. I was standing a foot away from him, looking straight into his collarbone, while I tried to figure out what he wanted me to do. He nodded down, indicating he wanted me to take his shirt off of him. I grabbed the bottom of the grey tank top that sported his company's name, and with hands that were visibly shaking, I managed to get it off over his head. He smelled so good to me that I wanted to swoon. An aromatic mixture of oils and sweat that sent shivers down my spine as I leaned toward him a little. My dick brushed against his thigh as I got the shirt off, and I tossed the garment over on a chair before facing Leo again. He stood there patiently, leaving it up to me as to what I wanted to do. Part of me wanted to yank down those boxer shorts, but I remembered how much better it had been for me when Doc had taken his time with me that first night, so I tried to calm myself down. My hands went to Leo's chest, and when my fingers began raking their way into the crinkly mat of hair, he made a purring noise that I took as a good sign. I leaned forward and tried to find his nipple through the dense growth, and when I finally managed to get the plump stub between my teeth, I nibbled on it enthusiastically. "Oh!" Leo groaned, grabbing the back of my head with his meaty paw and grinding me into him. With his arm partially upraised, my nose was filled with the woodsy and musky scent coming up under his arm. Remembering what Doc liked me to do to him, I impulsively grabbed Leo's wrist and pulled it behind his head before moving my face into his armpit. Leo had more hair under his arm than I had on my entire body, and when I buried my mouth in the warm moist jungle of jet black hair, I felt Leo's body jerk in surprise. As I licked and chewed up and down his armpit, his shock turned to moans of pleasure, and during that I let my hand slide down Leo's body to his boxer shorts. My fingers quickly found the base of his cock through the cotton, and I slid my hand down to follow the bulge. Down, and down and further down, almost to the end of the fabric on the inside of his thigh. "Your mother had the same expression on her face the first time she touched me there too," Leo said with a big grin covering his face when our eyes met as I pulled myself out from under his arm and stared at him in shock. With a hand placed on my shoulder, Leo helped move me down to my knees in front of him, precisely the position I had fantasized about being in less than an hour ago. This, however, was no dream. This was quite real. ******* Chapter Six: On my knees. As I found myself kneeling in front of Leo, I was feeling light-headed. I steadied myself by holding onto Leo's muscular thighs, which were as hairy as the rest of him. He was like a gigantic teddy bear, only with muscles instead of stuffing, and an obscenely erotic bulge that snaked down the leg of his boxers. Tentatively, I let my hand go down the bulge, and my fingers were trembling so badly that I felt embarrassed. Why was I so scared? This was what I had wanted to happen ever since I had met Leo. Now that my fantasy was actually right in front of me, I was frightened half to death. I felt Leo's hand running through my hair as I kept rubbing him through the fabric, killing time until I could get my head to stop spinning. Leo seemed to sense my fear, and instead of making me feel more uncomfortable, he tried to calm me with gentle encouragement. "Mm-mm... you're quite a teaser, and I like it," Leo said. "You've got me so turned on already that I'm going crazy." I looked up and smiled as best I could, and after taking a deep breath, I reached up and unsnapped the clasp on his ivory colored boxer shorts and slowly brought them down while my eyes took everything in. His pubic hair was as dense and abundant as the hair almost everywhere else on his body, and when the boxers went down past the base of his cock, I was stunned at the thickness of the bronze-hued organ that emerged from the jungle of hair. Down the boxers came, and as more of Leo's huge cock came into view, I made an involuntary choking sound. The ridge of his glans finally appeared, and after the bulbous knob of his circumcised cock was finally exposed, I had to lean back as it began to rise up. Freed from its binding clothing, it swayed upward majestically until it was pointing straight at me. After it rose, I got a very intimate view of an equally over-sized pair of balls that hung low and loose in their furry sac. I had only been intimate with three other men up to this point, and all of them had been somewhat larger than I was, so this was not a new situation to me. However, Leo was in another category altogether, and as I looked at how exceptionally well-endowed he was, especially in comparison to me, that it didn't seem possible we were even of the same species. "That's it, Gary," Leo whispered as my right hand came up and grasped his cock down by the base of the shaft. My fingers barely reached halfway around, and the contrast of my pale fingers around the brown skin of his tool emphasized that fact. My left hand came up next to my right, and even with both hands gripping it, there was still plenty of exposed cock for me to suck, which was what Leo was expecting as he pulled my face toward him. "That's it," Leo moaned after I opened wide and let my lips slide down the fat knob. "Suck that cock." Conversations in the Night I needed no encouragement, and after I realized that he wasn't all that much thicker than Doc, I relaxed and let my mouth take in more of him. After a few bobs of my head, my lips were going down to where my hand was. My hands were busy as well, spinning and pulling on the shaft of his cock while my lips worked over the rest of him. As I tasted his pungent manhood, it struck me as to what the aroma and taste was that set him apart from the other men I had gone down on, and it had to be from where his cock had been earlier in the evening. I don't know whether the fact that I was pretty much cleaning the residue of my mother from Leo turned me on, but it definitely didn't deter me. Neither did Leo's words as he pulled me off of his cock after a few minutes. "Damn Gary, you give incredible head," Leo said as he helped me to my feet and brought me over to the bed. "You're way better than your mother. Guess she isn't used to handling something as big as this, but you sure are." I had never seen anything appraoching the size of what I had been sucking on, but I knew what he was talking about. The memory of seeing my father naked once a few years ago left an indelible impression on me, because I seemed to have developed into pretty much a clone of him in most every way, sadly enough. Leo had me sit on the edge of the bed, and when he opened my legs apart he knelt between them. I fell backward onto the bed but propped myself up on my elbows when I realized what Leo was about to do, and I didn't want to miss this sight for anything. Looking up at me, he took my stem between his thumb and index finger before bowing his head and letting his lips slide right down my cock, not stopping until his nose was pressing into the tuft of hair above my dick. "Like sucking a thumb," was what a man that picked me up hitchhiking had told me after he had given me head in the back of his van, and Leo seemed to enjoy being able to deep-throat me with such ease. After a few seconds of Leo's oral affection, it was obvious that while he may not have indulged in other areas with men, he knew his way around a cock, and I realized that I was not going to be able to make this last nearly as long as I wanted. I pulled at Leo's hair, trying to get him to slow down, but it was all in vain. When I came, Leo didn't so much as blink, but instead kept right on sucking as my dick spat what felt like a copious amount of semen down his accepting throat. After I had cum, he pulled my withered stem out of his mouth and toyed with it, licking all around the acorn-shaped head and the sensitive opening, before letting it droop back down. I wanted to do that him as well. I wanted to suck that beautiful hunk of manhood until he exploded, and wanted to taste that delicious nectar that would be the end result, but as Leo rose, his semi-turgid cock still breathtaking as it waved in front of him, I suddenly remembered the things on my dresser. The things that he had apparently brought in to use on me. The lubricant, the ropes, and the bandanna, and it was then that I realized what was going to happen next. ******* Chapter Seven: What Leo wanted. My body shivered as I watched Leo grab the things from the dresser, and it wasn't because I was cold. I noticed something that had apparently been under the bandana, a large black vibrator that wasn't as big as Leo's manhood, but was uncomfortably close, and I knew what Leo was going to do. "Please don't," I asked as Leo climbed onto the bed and pulled me up toward this center of the mattress. "Let me suck you off." "You will," Leo said calmly as he lifted his leg and straddled my face with his crotch. His scrotum dangled down onto my face, and I licked the hairy sac after realizing that I would be hard pressed to get one of his huge balls in my mouth. Above my face, Leo's cock became erect once more, and was a terrifying monolith that I could not take my eyes off of. The skin on the underside of his manhood was now stretched so tautly that I could see the many strained ridges of flesh as the cock swelled, and as I licked his balls, I saw a bead of pre-cum form on the opening of his glans. The bead became a rope, and that string of seed quickly dropped off and landed on my forehead, while Leo fiddled above me. I heard a clicking sound, and as the bed jostled a little bit, Leo rotated his body so he was facing the opposite way as I was. Something wet and thick was at the entrance of my puckered ring, but not for long, as Leo plunged his greased finger into my anus. The thought of what he was about to do was frightening. I had been used to being to penetrator, as our one attempt at my being the bottom man for Doc had been painful for me to say the least, and at the time I thought that Doc was exceptionally well hung. Now this? I couldn't speak, because I was afraid I was going to start crying or something. I wanted to make Leo happy so badly, but this just couldn't be. It didn't seem possible that he could get that massive organ inside of me, but Leo seemed consumed with doing it, and when I heard a whirring sound, I knew it would be sooner rather than later. "This will loosen you up," Leo said while he positioned himself beside me and took his finger out of me while bringing the vibrator down in its place. "Relax now, Gary." I opened my mouth and let out a whimper as I felt the tip of the rubbery instrument enter my ass, and Leo quickly stuffed the bandanna into my mouth before working more of the quivering fake cock into me. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but as Leo began working it into me with slow and gradual movements, the pain gradually went away somewhat. Soon, the pain was overwhelmed by pleasure, and when I looked down so see that he had worked about half of the thing into me, I saw that my own cock was quite hard again. That fact was not lost on Leo either. "Yeah, you like this, don't you?" Leo said as he grabbed my dick again and smiled. "If you like this, imagine what my cock will feel like in that sweet ass of yours." I was making muffled sounds as Leo spun the vibrator into me faster and deeper, and it went through my mind that these were probably the same sounds that I would hear from my mother's room. What acts of love had caused them, I wondered, but my thoughts were interrupted rather quickly when Leo started rubbing the tip of my cock with his thumb. I looked down again just in time to watch my cum squirting into the air under Leo's handling, splattering down harmlessly on my stomach to Leo's amusement. "Amazing," he said while my dick deflated in his grasp. "You're really something." As I glanced over through my glazed eyes, I saw something even more amazing. It was the sight of Leo's fully engorged cock, and Leo's hand was lathering lubricant on it just before pulling the vibrator out of my butt and rolling me onto stomach. I was limp and helpless as Leo positioned me just as he wanted me; on my knees with my ass way up in the air and my face buried in the bedding. I suppose I could have resisted, but I didn't as Leo took the bandanna out from my jaws and tied it around my head so that it was still gagging me by being wound tightly across my mouth. Leo brought my hands up behind my head and had them bound in seconds in an intricate knot which kept me secured, and as the bed jiggled and I felt Leo climbing between my legs and behind me, there was no doubt was about to happen. "Damn, what a sweet ass," Leo said as he greased my entrance with even more lubricant before taking my buttocks in his hands and kneading them roughly. "Been quite a while since I've gotten me some ass. Your Mom won't give hers up to me yet, but until then..." ***** Chapter Eight: Leo's grand entrance. It wasn't as painful as I had feared, but that didn't mean I didn't feel it when the head of his manhood popped into me. I screamed an almost silent scream as the ridge of his crown went into me, and I felt Leo's hand pushing my face into the bedding as he pushed more of himself into me. It was going to be fast, I remembered thinking, as I listened to the animal-like grunts and groans coming from Leo as he slowly slid in and out of me. I couldn't tell how much he had in me; it felt like the whole thing but was probably less than half of it, but as I grew a little more accustomed to his size, I began to relax a bit. Leo, in turn, began to penetrate me deeper with every thrust, impaling me harder and faster as he did. The tiny squeaking of my bed frame, along with the stifled grunts of Leo and my muffled responses, were the only sounds in the house. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but were actually minutes, I felt Leo pull himself out of me slowly. Had he cum? I hadn't noticed, but he pulled his cock completely out of me. As it popped out, I was almost sorry about it, and had begun to miss it, but only for a second. That was because Leo was rolling me over onto my back, wedging a pillow under my lower back before climbing between my legs once again. The brief glimpse I got of Leo's cock swaying in front of him as he brought it to my anus once more, made it obvious that he had not cum, and was very ready for more. So was I. Impaling me from this different angle, it hurt in a different way, but also felt really good. Leo's hands rubbed my spread thighs, and slid over the rest of my sweaty body as he slid slow and deep into me. "You've got such a sweet body," Leo muttered as he grabbed my limp dick, which in its withered state now resembled a little mushroom, and began pulling on it while looking down at his own cock going in and out of my ass. I felt so helpless as I lay there with my hands bound behind my head while he slid his tool deep into me, and I discovered that I liked the feeling. Even the rather rough way he was pulling on my dick felt good to me, and so did Leo's sweat, which splattered all over my body with each thrust he made inside of me. "Gotta cum soon," Leo muttered to me, while he hands ran up and down my upper torso; tweaking my nipples, scraping his nails up and down my chest and even tugging on the hairs under my arms. To my surprise, I found myself shaking my head no. I wanted more of this, despite the discomfort. I loved being able to watch Leo as he had his way with me. Leo's face was beet red, and the veins were standing out in his neck, as the muscles in his shoulders and chest bulged. Leo was now pounding himself into me much deeper and a whole lot harder, and when he came soon after, his entire body shook as his cock erupted inside of me. The warmth of his seed filled my bowels in an extended series of ejaculations that finally ended as his cock deflated inside of me. "Damn," Leo gasped as he leaned back and pulled his limp snake from inside of me before reaching down and gently rubbing my anus, which must have still been gaping open. "I hope that was as good for you as it was me." I nodded, still bound and gagged, and Leo quickly undid the gag and untied my hands, rubbing my wrists and hands to get the blood flowing once more, before easing back down next to me. His hand idly running along my body, his hairy body felt so soothing next to my skin, that despite how sore it felt, my dick was getting hard again. "You can't get enough, can you Gary?" Leo whispered in my ear when he saw my dick getting hard. I shrugged, not knowing what to say, but was enjoying it all too much to even try to explain, except that Leo had discovered that he wasn't the only one with a rather high sex drive. Leo's finger began sliding up and down the underside of my cock, which was curled back against my stomach, and as he ran his finger along the length of it, he chuckled. "I think we're going to become good friends," Leo said. "Maybe sometime in the future I'll let you stick your dick in my ass too. Would you like that?" I nodded at Leo as he continued to talk, but when he offered to suck me off again, the offer came a little too late, because my dick was jerking under his finger, spitting out a tiny load onto my stomach while I groaned. "Need a scorecard to keep track of how many times you cum," Leo mentioned, grinning as he got up from the bed. "Gotta clean up and get back to your Mom," Leo said as he got to his feet, and I nodded when he asked me if I was okay, more interested in watching his cock sway between his legs. "Goodnight," Leo said, and after my bedroom door clicked behind him, I waited a few minutes before getting up myself. That proved to be quite an effort, as I felt wobbly, and the discomfort made it feel like Leo was still inside of me as I waddled to the bathroom. Luckily for me, Leo only stayed over once a week, so I would have plenty of time to recover before next Saturday night. What would it be like if Leo ever did marry my mother, or even just moved in? What would it be like when Leo would come into my room every night, wanting to fuck me long and hard after doing the same to my Mom? I couldn't wait to find out. ..... thanks for reading Conversations with Amy (All) (Editor's note: this is an edited version of a multi-chaptered work that was previously on Literotica under this author's name.) * Chapter 1 Amy needs a shoulder Amy is a neighbor and one of my favorite people. She's in her mid-twenties, dark red hair, slim--even after two kids, cute, great sense of humor, and generally a joy to be around. My name is Robert, Rob for short. I'm 20 years older, and live one house away from adorable Amy. Currently I am unemployed, by choice. I left my last position with enough money to take a year off and plan my next foray into the business world. My wife runs her own business, the kids are all gone out into the world, and I was enjoying a serious unwinding from years of living the rat race. Over the past several months, Amy and I had developed a comfortable routine. Three times a week, or so, we would meet for coffee at my house. It came about because we would see each other outside and start into some of the greatest conversations. We would talk about almost anything, argue politics, even share cooking and gardening tips. She has the green thumb, while I am a closet gourmet chef. It evolved into a ritual, usually Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 10:00AM, she would walk in from the deck after cutting across John and Joanie's backyard, and I would have the coffee ready. It might sound boring, but without a doubt it's a highlight of my quiet days. A typical day for me was pretty dull, which is exactly what I wanted. I get up with my wife, fix breakfast and see her off to her shop. The rest of the morning was spent on any household chores and exercising. I wasn't a fitness fanatic, but a belt is designed to hold up pants, not hold in a gut! Besides with the way I like to cook (and eat), a fitness regime is a requirement. I was usually cleaned up and ready by 10 to relax a bit. Amy, or Aim as I started calling her, would come in almost on the dot of 10. If I was still in the shower, she would grab a cup of coffee and browse my book and movie collection until I came down. From there our conversations would range from the depths of Dante's Inferno to the heights of Burroughs' Barsoom. Nothing was beyond us and over time we developed a genuine trust and affection for each other. Amy became my best friend and I think I became one of hers. Was any of this a secret, no! Our spouses knew about our visits and all four of us were always getting together for almost any reason. Our neighbors were already used to us helping each other with chores, hanging out on my deck, or attacking each other with rubber band guns and water pistols. Of course the neighborhood rumor central made some passing comments, but since nothing seemed to support them, the rumors died down. We had nothing more than a perfect friendship, until it became something more. One day as I was almost down the stairs, I saw Aim sitting at the kitchen counter staring at her coffee. She was early, which was a little unusual, but nothing to comment on. I stood there for a moment and watched her; she was absolutely still, now that was way out of character. "Hmmmm." I said, clearing my throat so I wouldn't startle her by walking in. She didn't jump, but she turned and offered me a wan smile, far less satisfying than the megawatt grin I usually get. Without a word I poured myself a cup and sat next to her at the counter. Maybe you, the reader, think I should say something, but remember, I KNOW this girl. Whatever was troubling her would come out in good time. The best thing I could offer her was space. While we sat there I wracked my brain trying to think what could be wrong. Kids, no way, she wouldn't be sitting here. Dave, doubtful; money, probably not; they weren't wealthy, but Dave earned good money. Thinking about many of our conversations, some extremely personal, nothing came to mind. After a while my coffee got cold, so I got each of us a fresh cup. Hers was practically untouched, another out of character item to add to the list. Sitting down again, I finally hear her talk. "You have the patience of a saint!" "Nope, no patience at all, I was wondering when you were going to stop wasting my good coffee." Smiling, I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?” "I'm not sure." She paused. "I mean you are a guy." "Last time I checked I was. And also the last time I checked that didn't matter between us," I stated quietly. She looked at me, reassessing something I couldn't pin down. From her comment the problem had to do with Dave. Dave is a nice guy, who I know loves Amy. He can be a bit of a stick-in-the-mud sometimes, but there isn't a hurtful bone in his body. He is also a touch of a wimp, well that might be harsh, but sometimes I wonder where he keeps his backbone. Don't get the idea that all we talked about over the months was books and movies and Dave. We touched every topic--including sex. It is also not that we were lusting after each other. I consider Amy an extremely lovely young lady, and have no problem with noticing her charms in the same manner as one appreciates fine art. I just happened to know that she was a bit sheltered as a teen; I also know she was a virgin when she got married, and that Dave is the only guy she's ever known in a biblical sense. "If we talk about this, you have to promise to be honest with me, even brutally honest," she stated flatly. If her appeal was less than earnest, I would have been insulted. I have always been honest with her, including the time she added lighter red highlights to her hair and looked like an auburn and pink zebra. Laughing at her hair might have been a little more than honesty required, but you should have seen her. I looked her right square in the eyes and told her, "I will be as honest as I could be, as honest as I always have been." She dropped her arms down on the counter and buried her face sobbing. Immediately I was beside her, holding her shoulders, thinking evil thoughts at Dave if he was the cause of her pain. In the midst of the sobbing I could hear her asking herself, "What's wrong with me?" and "It's my fault." Stroking her hair, I try and calm her down, hoping I could help her. This went on for quite a while before she finally looked up, her beautiful face all blotchy, eyes red from the crying. Taking a deep breath, she started to apologize. I cut her off, "You have nothing to apologize for. Just talk to me. Tell me how I can help." She sniffed a couple of times, and out of the blue dropped a bomb, "Dave doesn't want me anymore." Now I know Dave pretty well and I know he loves Amy. "How do you know this?” I asked. "I found . . . I found . . . magazines", she said in a low whisper as if she was ashamed of everything. For a second I thought she was going to tell me she found Dave with another woman. Instantly I knew what she had found -- some pornography. Dave must have stashed some stuff somewhere and she found it. "What exactly did you find?" "I found a pile of disgusting magazines in the garage, in his tool cabinet. He hates me, he must hate touching me if he has to read that filth." I didn't know how to respond right away. "And that's not all. There was one of my towels, and it had these yellowish-white stains on it." Now I was surprised, Dave reading porno and jerking off in the garage. I didn't think he had it in him. I almost smiled, but that would have hurt Aim. Trying to be sensitive and honest can be a challenge sometimes. "What do you think it means, hon?" "What do I think, it means he hates me, I repulse him, and he doesn't want to have sex anymore." I placed my head above her and smiled, knowing she couldn't see me. "When did you discover them?" I asked. "This morning," she sniffed. "Up to today, when was the last time you had sex?" She hemmed about that. "Listen. If you want me to be brutally honest, you have to do the same," I stated firmly. "Last night," she said, lowering her eyes again. "Was there anything different about it, or any changes recently in your sex life?" "Noooo, the same thing. We cuddle, he gets on top, we each orgasm." She puts her hand to her mouth in embarrassment. I pull her hand away and tell her, "Look at me!" She looks up and looks away. "Not good enough. Look-At-Me!" I touch her chin and gently lift her face up. "You know me and I know that if you didn't trust me you wouldn't be here. You can tell me anything and you know I won't be judgmental (well not about her, but if Dave hurt her!)." Several sniffs later she starts talking. "We had sex last night, our usual routine. We have sex quite often, always the same. Until I found the magazines, I thought everything was fine." "OK, tell me about the magazines." "I needed the cordless drill to put up those new shelf brackets, you know, the ones I was telling you about." I nodded. "When I couldn't find it, I checked his tool cabinet in the garage. I saw one of my good towels, the real soft ones. When I pulled it out, under it was a pile of magazines. I wouldn't have really paid any attention to them if one hadn't fallen out. Right on the cover was this picture of . . ." I'm not sure if it was anger or disgust the caused her to stop. She was speechless. "Tell me all of it. It's the only way I can understand," I said. "The picture was this girl . . . and she had it . . . in her . . . mouth." "What did she have in her mouth?" Aim looked up at me, pleading with her eyes. I just waited patiently. She took a deep breath and said in a low whisper, "A penis." "A what? I can't hear you." "She looked angrily at me and hissed, "A prick!" "The girl was sucking on a cock", I said. "You don't have to say it like that." "Yes I do" She looked puzzled. "Look Amy, if you are going to communicate on this, we have to be clear with each other. I'm not saying like this to be crude or to disgust you, but so we both understand each other." "Fine, she was sucking his cock . . . she was sucking his fucking cock. See I can talk like that too." I smiled. To myself I thought an angry Aim is better than a sobbing Aim. To her I said, "I know you do. Remember when you slipped down the deck stairs last winter. Eight steps and you literally bounced down on your ass. I come rushing outside and you were sitting at the bottom cursing up a blue streak. That's how I knew that mostly your pride was hurt." She laughed and that sounded more like my friend Aim. "What else did you see?" "In the magazine I saw more girls sucking cock, girls with sperm on their faces and bodies, girls fucking in every possible ways and a few that looked impossible. He has 17 different magazines under my towel. And you know what he was doing to my towel. He was cumming in it, masturbating while looking at some slut sucking on a cock in a picture." She looked like she was about to cry again, so I interjected a thought, "How long do you think he's been doing that?" "I don't know . . . but one of his dirty little magazines was over three years old!" "So you think he's been buying dirty books and jerking off to them for maybe the past three years?" She nodded. "And in those three years he has continued to make love with you and never had a hint of any of this." "Right!" Knowing this was going to annoy her, I had to ask -- "So what's the problem?" She almost came off her stool as she turned at me, eyes blazing, "He must hate me, he must hate to touch me. How can he do this and me not know? How can you ask me why this is a problem? I thought you might understand, I thought you were my friend!" She started to get up and I grabbed her hand. Looking her again right in the eyes, "I am your friend, more your friend than Dave's and you know it." I held her gaze until she calmed down. "Let's approach this from a different angle. What do you want?" "What I want is for my husband to stop this, to throw those magazines away." "And if he doesn't?" "Then he is either a sick bastard or he doesn't love me anymore. Either way we are finished! He can find some big-busted slut and jerk-off all over her." "So you are willing to end your marriage over a few magazines?" "It's not just the magazines. It's what he is doing with them." "But the only difference is that you know what he's doing. Last night you didn't know." "I can't just forget about it?" "No you can't, and I wouldn't ask you to. But my question still stands. Let's put it another way. Supposed you discovered that he was parking his car a mile from work and walking the rest of the way. Would you be so hurt? Especially knowing that nothing else had changed." "Well, no. But that's different." "Supposed you found out he was playing the football pool or leaving work to have a few beers with the guys once a week. Would that matter?" "No, but . . . You are just confusing me." "No, I am looking for perspective. Why are you so hurt?" "Because he doesn't want me anymore!" "Now you know that isn't true. Up until this morning you had no problem. And you aren't upset about the fact he had a secret. So what is it? Maybe it's because he was using your towel?" She laughed, "It's not the goddamn towel! It's like he was cheating on me." "He was cheating on you, with himself? With his hand?" "No, with those sluts in the magazine." "No!" I said sharply. "He was fantasizing about the girls in the magazines. He wasn't cheating." "So he wasn't cheating, what do I do now?" "The same question remains, what do you want? Deep down, what do you really want?" She paused for a long time before she just shrugged and looked down. "Let's take it one step at a time. Are you hurt about him spending time in the garage?" "That's silly, I hate . . .” "Wait!” I interrupted, "We'll get there, one thing at a time. So him in the garage isn't a problem. Are you upset because he was masturbating? For a moment, forget the how, just focus on the act of masturbation." Her face slowly turned red, all the way to the tips of her ears. Slowly, she shook her head. Then she dropped her eyes. "So the fact the he masturbates isn't a problem?" I ask for confirmation. She glares at me for a second and turns redder, nodding sharply again. "OK, and the fact the he was spoiling your towel isn't an issue, right?" "No." The red receded from her ears. "So it must be the magazines? Is it because he's reading them, or the fact he is fantasizing about them?" "Fantasizing," she says as her ears aglow again. "Alright, we have the problem pinned down. So if it's OK for him to be doing what he is doing, what should he be fantasizing about?" She shrugs, but her ears are scarlet now. "Seriously, what would you rather he be thinking about, or maybe who?" She wasn't talking, so I continued. "Maybe some supermodels like Heidi, Naomi, or Kate?" She gave me a dirty look. Amy definitely does not like tall long-legged models. I think being 5'3" herself has something to do with it. "Maybe a movie actress or TV-star, like Jennifer or Julia?" She shakes her head. "I know, Martha Stew. . ." She glares daggers at me. "So who would you want him to be thinking about?" She shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "I know who he should fantasize about." Amy looks at me. "You!" I state. She jumps startled. Before she could move, I continue. "That's what you were thinking, wasn't it? That you want him to be thinking about you." Her auburn head looks down again. "Why is that bad?" "Because it makes me a slut, a disgusting slut." "Not only no, but hell no!” I replied with emphasis. "What it makes you is exactly what you were before you discovered Dave's hobby, a woman. A slightly more sexually adventurous woman; but not a slut! You remember Sylvia?" "Oh yea, now there was a . . ." ". . . a slut for sure." Syl is a former neighbor of ours whose husband finally divorced after learning that all 6 of his kids weren't his and all had different fathers. The number of marriages she damaged should have put her in the record books." "I know that, I am nothing like her." "Absolutely! I once came outside on my deck one night and saw Syl and someone other than her husband. She had the nerve to make a pass at me the next day." "You never told me that. Who was she with?" "It's not important. What's important is how you feel about yourself. Tell me, is my wife a slut?" "Brenda, no way. She's a lady through and through . . . don’t tell me she . . ." My turn to nod, "Oral sex is more than just talking about it. We both like giving and receiving." "You . . . to her," she said, as her eyes got real big. "Do you like it? Does she?" "Yes to both. I like it when she sucks on my cock. . ," Aim winced at my language . . ."and I love the taste of her pussy." Letting her think for a minute, I refresh the coffee and rummage for sandwich fixings. I doubt she's eaten anything all morning, and it's almost lunchtime. She didn't say much, but she was thinking up a storm. She appeared deep in thought as we munched on lunch. I think her worldview opened a bit and Dave was in for a surprised. "Rob, can I ask you a question?" She finally broke the silence. I just looked at her. When I didn't answer, she looked up and saw my expression. "OK, OK, stupid question. If I can't ask you, I can't ask anyone. So . . . why do you think he was hiding in the garage?" "That's a tough one. Aside from hiding it from the kids, obviously he was hiding it from you." "But why?" "Have you ever heard the expression a husband wants a Lady in public and a slut in the bedroom?" "Yes, worded a little differently. You mean by slut, more sexually . . ." "Involved is a good word. Dave obviously wants more, but hasn't figured out to get you involved. I mean it's hard to ask the love of your life, the mother of your children, to suck your cock. Especially if you’re sure she would call you a perverted bastard." She went back to her thinking. I paused and watched while we ate. She would hate the fact that she was so transparent. It was easy to see what she was thinking about. She caught me looking and blushed. "Relax," I said. "You know I won't tell anyone any of this, not even Bren." "That wasn't what I was thinking." "In a way it was. You were thinking on how to go on from here and weren't sure how to talk about it. And you weren't sure how you would handle Brenda knowing all this." "Mind reader too, I see. Well you were close." "Aim, you and I have trusted each other with stuff that would be embarrassing if our spouses found out we discussed. I trust you totally and nothing of this will get back Brenda!" "Oh, I know that. I meant you were close on what I was thinking. But you missed one big area." "And that was . . .?” I asked. "There was something I didn't tell you." Putting on my patient-guise again, I waited. "After I found the magazines . . . I . . . read them. All of them." I didn't say a word. Her eyes were closed as she made that little confession. I was surprised, but it made more sense given her reaction. She saw something she liked and either hated herself for it, or at least questioned her self-image pretty seriously. She continued, "I read them and I was disgusted and excited. I mean, in school the other girls talked about all of it, but I was too scared of getting pregnant, or worse. Most of it sounded unpleasant, and the girls who liked were labeled. The girls in the magazine were . . .” Her eyes stayed closed as I realized what she was saying. "They looked like they liked it. More than that, they loved it. I sat there on the concrete floor, staring at that first cover, and I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like. I imagined walking in on Dave, his cock sticking out of his pants. The tip all wet. I imagined what it would be like to lick it, to taste it. It was like it was in my mouth. I was almost drooling thinking about it." Conversations with Amy (All) Amy didn't realize what these thought were doing to her. Her nipples were obviously hard and they looked like they about to cut through her top. She was rocking her body just a little as she talked. Her face was flushed and she was breathing harder. To say nothing of the effect she was having on me! "Then I flipped it open halfway through it and there was a full page picture of the same girl. But this time she had her hand clamped around an impossibly huge cock, which was shooting straight up." By now I was squirming in my seat. I always liked Aim's voice, but I never realized how sexy it was, pitched low and quiet like it was. "On the next page, she was aiming that cock toward her mouth. I was overwhelmed. I could feel Dave's cock in my hand; I could look down it like looking down the barrel of a gun, about to fire it's cum down my mouth." That did it! Aim curled one of her hands, like it was around a cock, and mine jumped up to volunteer. "I really lost it when I turned the page. It was a close-up of her face and she had cum on her cheek!" She had opened her legs and now she was rolling her hips, masturbating against the stool cushion without realizing it. Her light gray, tight, shorts showing a delicious looking wet stain every time she rocked back. Summoning what little self-control I had, I touched her arm, my mouth to dry to speak. She jumped and it broke the spell. She looked slightly confused, especially when I told her that she needed to go home right now. "Why?" I pointed to her crotch and she saw the wet spot, still visibly spreading and she flushed again. Without a word, she stood up, and stretched her hands over her head, unconsciously. She still looked so incredibly hot! I croaked out, "We'll talk later." I had to get her out before something incredibly foolish happened. She looked at me, really looked at me, and easily noticed the state I was in. Her eyes got real wide, and a ghost of a smile appeared as she said, "I know what you are going to do as soon as I walk out." She started toward the back door, to cut across one yard to her own door without being seen, when she stopped. She paused, her red hair shining, her arms crossed in front of her like she was hugging herself. Her legs and ass were perfectly formed, and if she didn't leave soon I was going to press my cock between those tight cheeks and scare the hell out of her. "May I watch?” She asked without turning back. Her question shocked me, but not a certain part of my anatomy. "Please, Rob, do it. Masturbate, jerk-off, whatever you want to call it, just please let me watch!" She asked looking over her shoulder. I stayed on the stool, as my hand fell into my lap and grasped my cock through my shorts. Amy took that as a yes, turned and came back, kneeling at my feet, her face looking up at me. I couldn't have said no, even if the brain was engaged. I lifted up my tee and slid my shorts down; exposing my black knit boxers. Opening the button fly, I extract my cock. The look of anticipation and then pure lust on her face was all I needed. The pink skin contrasted against the black fabric. The head was a darker red, but not showing purple yet. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. I wrapped my hand around my cock and squeezed firmly. Her mouth was open as she watched me. Her hands on her thighs as she sat back on her heels, opening her legs. Her entire crotch was soaked as my hand started stroking myself. I stopped my thumb and forefinger just before the tip, and looked at Amy's fascination as the hole opened and closed, letting more precum escape. Pull back; tighten up the skin to show every vein and muscle in my cock. "It's so big and beautiful," I heard Amy whisper almost to herself. At six and a half inches, I knew I wasn't huge, but having a sexy girl say that was incredible. I certainly wasn't hung like a horse, but I was thick. My hand didn't go all the way around. Amy was spellbound as my hand started going faster. I was also running the fingers over the head to spread the precum, making my cock look shiny. I turned slightly, pushing my back against the counter. Amy moved closer, between my legs, just inches from my cock. I no longer cared, her face, her licking her lips, her eyes were all I could see as my cock tightened. My thumb came back around, leaving only my four fingers around the shaft. Bending the knuckle caused it to hit the bottom-side of my glans, making me grunt. If the noise startled her, I didn't see it. I forced my eyes to stay open as I knew I wanted to see her face as I came. I felt it start to rise, that unmistakable feeling pre-teen boys discover in their own beds. My cock jumped as the first jet of cum shot out and hit her hair. Her hand went to it as the second caught her on the cheek, right below her eye. Another spurt and this one went half on her lips and half in her mouth. Her tongue licked her lips as another blast hit her chin. One final shot caught her on her neck and slid down toward her breasts. The rest seeped and dripped down on my shaking hand. It had been years since I came that hard. I fell backwards, as my muscles released, against the counter and closed my eyes. Then I felt her. Opening my eyes, I saw the single most erotic sight of my life. Aim tentatively touching her tongue to my hand, licking the cum that had dripped there. She still had my cum on her cheek as she cleaned my hand, and then tongued my cock of every drop. Sucking my slowly softening cock entirely in her mouth. She wasn't supposed to do that, but I loved it. "That was incredible," was all she said. I cupped her face in my hand tenderly, and caught the remaining cum, from her cheek, on my thumb. She saw it and grabbed my hand and sucked my thumb in her mouth. My penis stirred like it was 20 years old again. She sighed and stood up, her nipples impossibly harder on the tip of her tight breasts. Her shorts looking like she had wet herself. A few strands of cum still in her hair. She looked unbelievable! "I don't know what to say. That was . . ." "It's OK. I wouldn't know how to describe it either. 'Amazing' doesn't come close." I said with a smile. "I don't know how to even thank you for that gift." "Well then it's a good thing I do." She thought for a second and knew exactly what I was thinking. Shaking her head she says, "I couldn't!" "I just did and I never believed I would. My turn to see you." "No, you don't understand, I never have." "You've never masturbated?" I said unbelieving the words. "No. I always thought it was wrong." "And now it doesn't seem so wrong. And I bet 10 seconds after you are in your house, you will be in the garage with your hand down your shorts practicing." She was honest and said, "More like 5 seconds." "So, would you do it here, now, for me?" "I'm not sure I would know how," she said looking me in the eye finally. Her nervousness about her sexuality was being overcome by her normal confidence. She got up and my hand captured hers. Pulling her close, I stood and held my position an inch away. I thought about kissing her, but knew that would be the worst possible thing. I wanted to see her bad, but a kiss would scare her off. I turned and pushed her to take my seat. She sat down with her legs open for balance. Looking pointedly between her legs, she started to close them, but my hands stopped her. Dropping to my knees, between her legs, but maintaining eye contact, I touched her calves to maintain my balance. Her skin was hot, almost feverish. It was also smooth and soft. It was challenging, but I resisted the temptation to stroke her legs. She looked at me, I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she wasn't arguing with me. Slowly, very tentatively, she laid her hand over her shorts and felt the wetness. When she pressed down, I knew she wasn't going anywhere. As she pressed, she groaned and dropped her eyes to her hand, ignoring me. Eyes opening wider, she rubbed down and back up, pressing her fingers in hard. As a shudder ran through her body, I covered her hand with mine. She startled and I said, "No shorts." She looked argumentative, until I opened my own knees and she saw my cock again and remembered what I had done for her. She blushed so sexily, and stood up. I wasn't sure if she was going to run away, so I reached up and tugged at the top of her shorts. She froze, but didn't say anything. Her skintight exercise shorts pulled down with difficulty. Her cotton panties stayed in place mainly because they were soaked. I can't describe the aroma, other than pure ambrosia. My cock twitched as her scent rang all my bells. She lowered her panties herself, as far as her knees. I pushed them to her feet, resisting another urge to bring then to my face as she stepped out of them. She sat back down, keeping her legs together, giving me on a glimpse of dark red pubic hair. Looking up her body, I could see slight tremors in her abs; her breasts looked like small, hard, baseballs with sharp, pointy nipples against her sports top. Her top acted as a cross between a tee shirt and sports bra, in other words, skintight and leaving little to the imagination. Her throat kept bobbing, as if she couldn't stop swallowing. She took her right hand and thrust it between her legs, keeping her legs tightly closed. I touched her calves again, telling her, "Open those beautiful legs so I can see." Reluctantly, she tried to part her legs, but I was so close she hit me with her knee. Grinning she lifted her knee, giving me my first good look at her pussy, Well framed with red pubic hair, it looked like she trimmed more for her bathing suit than any other reasons. Her labia were obviously swollen, her clit surprisingly prominent. She was sexier than any porno rag! My body and mind were fighting hard now. I was so close to leaning forward and tasting her, when her voice broke that spell. "Well, how do I look?" "Aim; there just aren't words in me right now. You just have no idea!" "Have you ever seen a magazine like Dave's?" She asked, echoing my thoughts. "There is no one in any of those magazines that can compare with you." She blushed at the compliment. "Run your hands over your breasts for a moment." She didn't seem to understand why, but she cupped her breasts and rubbed in a large circle. Her gasp caught me off guard. Those beautiful little titties were more sensitive than I thought. As her fingers rubbed over her nipples, she cried out again. Running her hands to her belly, she slid her hands up under her top, grasping hers breasts tight and literally pulling on then. I got to see her breasts, they are even sweeter than I imagined. She would pinch her nipples and her hips would rise as she humped air. Her pussy was dripping with sweetness as she got more and excited. She kept trying to squeeze her legs together, but I wasn't giving up my ringside seat for anything. Her cunt was opening slightly on its own. Each time she pushed up, her pussy would pass an inch from my face, giving me a perfect picture as she mauled those wonderful breasts. Unable to stop myself, on one pass, I tasted her. My outstretched tongue traced her folded labia right up to her clit, and she EXPLODED. Her head went back, her spine arched sharply, and she screamed! Out of control, I grabbed her by her ass and buried my tongue in deep, while trying to capture her juices with my mouth and face. Whatever year she was born in was an excellent year, judging by her vintage. Intoxicating, I ate her for all I was worth, while she continued to abuse her titties. Her orgasm was incredible, wave after wave of muscular contractions accompanied by a chorus of noises. Staying with her took all my energy as she pushed herself up on the counter. My hands stayed glued to her ass as I followed her up and over the orgasm to end all orgasms. Beautiful Amy collapsed on the counter, breathing like she was giving birth. Her eyes closed, her breasts covered in red marks that might bruise later, her legs splayed open. I gave her sweet pussy a final lick and left it; she sighed and opened her eyes. "You weren't supposed to do that," she murmured. "I know, but I couldn't stop myself. Are you complaining?" "Not about that. The question is where do we go from here?" She lifted her hand, and I helped her up. She wobbled dangerously as she started to slide off the counter. When I stepped to help, one of her legs went around me and the very tip of my now firmed-up member slipped into her very well lubricated cunt. We froze. "We can't do this," one of us said. Then she slipped down another inch. "This is wrong," the other said. Nodding, her weight came all the way off the counter and she clung to me as I went all the way in. We didn't move as we adjusted our position, keeping me firmly entrenched in that hot and amazingly tight pussy. Her weight was against me, if I moved we were going to fall down. She understood and told me to push forward and she would get back on the counter. Pushing forward was bliss because as her ass hit the edge of the counter, I wound up pushing deeper into her. She bit her lip as she hitched herself up, causing me to pull out just a hair. Knowing I would never have this opportunity again, I pulled slowly out of her pussy. Her hands were on my arms as she watched my cock. She wasn't pushing me away, so I stopped with the tip still in her. My hands rose along hers ribs, not light enough to tickle, but heavy enough that she knew where I was going. My thumbs brushed over her nipple and she tensed. Her leg pulled me back, making my cock go deep again. We both sighed with pleasure. Looking in my eyes, "I don't want to get pregnant again. We shouldn't do this." Her legs held me tight, preventing me from moving. "You are right, we shouldn't, but if feels so incredible." The muscles of her vagina contracted around me, and she smiled. "I know -- all of it was amazing. But we can't have sex like this. Please, Rob." "You still owe me masturbation, you know," I teased her. "No way, buster, what . . ." I pinched her nipples and felt her convulse. "You bastard," she said with a grin. "Do you have any idea what that does to me?" Grinning while squeezing and tugging on her nipples, her pussy responded. "I know we can't just fuck, but loosen you legs and I show you what we are going to do." She loosened up her legs and I pulled back until just my tip was in. I reached down and touched her clit lightly. She shivered! "I want you to play with yourself just like this." "But!” She interrupted. "I'll pull out before I cum, and I will spray on your belly and breasts." She smiled at that idea and her fingers replaced mine on her clitoris. She was hesitant at first, feeling around gently. I could tell when she hit something good because her muscles would almost milk my cocktip. She started moving a bit, which caused me to pop out. Without a word, her hand would grab my cock, and after rubbing the tip along her cunt, she would push it in for me. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. Her fingers were all over her cunt and my shaft. She got so wet I thought she was going to squirt me out at one point. Her other hand came down and got all wet, then went back to her left breast, making it shine with her juices. That did it for me, removing my cock, I laid it right across her pussy lips, her hand pressed down holding my cock against her, and I started humping her clit while she pushed her hips up at me. She was so hot and slick; I was starting to move faster when she started cumming. She screamed out, "Slut", which shocked me. "I am a fucking slut." "Fuck me." "Cum in me, cum on me." Her words were surprising, but understandable. Heedless of the danger, I joined her. "Yes, you are a slut. You are my slut, and I am going to cum all over your tits." "Yes, yes, cum on me, your slut, your slut." I lost it hearing that. My second orgasm felt bigger than my first. Her hand pumping me as I groan and grunt. Her belly and tits were getting hit; her hand was covered by the time I stopped. The both her hands started rubbing it into her skin, like lotion. Then she started scooping it up with her hands and licking it off her fingers. "You like that taste, don't you?" "Mmmm, yes. Not a lot of flavor, but the texture slippery on my tongue is great. Will Dave taste different?" "Having never tasted another guy, I have no idea. I've only tasted myself, usually tasting it from Bren's mouth or cunt." "You mean you eat her after you cum in her?" "Sometimes, Brenda loves it." "Beats the hell out of scrambling for a towel to avoid sleeping in a wet spot. I would love for Dave to do that to me." "So you forgive him?" "Nope." "No?" I exclaim in surprise. "Well not until I get even for letting me stay in the dark so long. He knew about all this and let me live the old way. I will be getting even with him! Robbie, big favor?" "Sure thing Aim, you know that." "Can the kids crash here tonight? We may need some extra privacy for tonight." "Sure thing. I can feed them dinner too. Payment will be a full report tomorrow?" "OK, but where does that leave us, Rob?" "Us, we are still friends. We just proved that we can really trust each other. Are you OK with this? "You mean all this?" Gesturing to her sweat and cum covered body. "Yea, I think I am, but Bren?" "If she discovers it, I will tell her the whole story, and while she'll be pissed off, she will be angrier if we started sneaking around having an affair." "So you aren't going to tell her?" "Not right away. Besides, I don't see today as happening again. This was pure serendipity!" "I am not sure about the never part," she grinned evilly. "But I have a husband to re-train, and right now we both need to get cleaned up." Helping her up from the table, she dresses, flashing me her ass once. I button up and we look at each other and bust up laughing. We looked like a mess. "I got an idea." She goes to the sink and grabs the sprayer. Thinking she's going rinse her hair, I step one step to many toward her when Wham, she nails me in the crotch with ice cold water. I rush her and we both end up all wet. "Now I am going to run out the backdoor and grab your hose, I'll get you when you come outside. This way if anyone sees us, they'll just think it was business as usual." She tears out the backdoor and on the deck. I give her a few seconds and go after her. Getting nailed on the deck with the hose and listening to her laugh was actually a welcome sight after first seeing her this morning. Andy, a retired guy who lives across the street, was out walking his dog and he is cheering her on. I attack, wrestling the hose from her. By now we are totally soaked and the cold water kept her little nips nice and tight. I threw her over my shoulder, and with her kicking and screaming I go say hi to Andy. He's laughing his ass off, but it didn't stop him from eyeing her ass appreciatively. Tempted to pat her bottom, I just put her down. She straightened up and summoning her dignity, walked home. As she gets out of earshot, Andy says, "If I was 40 years younger, I would . . ." "Sure Andy, she wouldn't have been born yet." "How about you, Robbie? Have you had a piece of that?" Laughing, "Yea, right, Andy. That isn’t any Sylvia," I gestured after her. "True. She's worth 100 of her. But a guy can dream," he says wistfully. "Yea we can. But it's nice to know girls like her exist. Makes me feel the world is spinning on her axis the right way. Dave is a very lucky man!" To myself, I hoped Dave appreciated her - because she wasn't the type to settle for less. Amy sent her kids over almost right after they got home from school. Callie, the third-grader kept saying thing like Mom wants to be alone with Daddy . . . GROSS! Mike is a year younger and really didn't care. They groused about doing their homework before dinner, but we were longtime friends so I knew how to handle them. We played computer games instead of watching TV. All the while I kept thinking about Amy and what she was up to. You see, aside from being a little sheltered sexually, Aim has a temper and can also be quite mischievous. Dave was either going to be ecstatic or well abused by morning. Whatever he is, I hope he can handle the shock. Conversations with Amy (All) The kids were perfect, and loved 'camping' out in my upstairs spare bedroom. Amazing what kids can do with a pile of cushions and two sleeping bags. Sure, they could have had their own rooms, but this was more fun. I got them off to school with a minimum of fuss and anxiously waited for Aim to come by. Chapter 2 Amy tells Rob about last night She appeared on the dot of 10:00, with an "Oh, were you waiting for Me." look on her face. We laughed and she suggested we go downstairs. I had to raise my eyebrows at that. My basement is 2500 square feet with 2 storerooms, exercise and Jacuzzi in one room, a huge entertainment center in the main room, along with a leather couch, stone-top coffee table and a gas fireplace. There were no windows, just one sliding glass door with steps up to my patio. The basement was also soundproofed so you can watch the wide-screen nice and loud without disturbing the rest of the house. "Better lock the door. I don't want any surprises while we talk." Talk about piquing my curiosity. We settled on the couch and she immediately curled up with me, placing her legs across my lap while snuggling against me. Instant hard-on! She felt me stirring and smiled. "I know what you've been thinking about. What, no Bren last night?" "Yes Bren last night, very nicely too. Now, wench, you owe me!" "I know, but where do I begin?" "Start from when you left Andy and me on the sidewalk." "Alright, but did Andy say anything?" I told her what we both said, and she loved it. "He's always looking at me, at my ass or tits. I swear that old man has never looked me in the eyes. Thanks for protecting my reputation." "Your reputation is fine by me. In fact it went up considerably yesterday. Although, this", gesturing to our position together, "surprises me." "I know, but I made a few decisions last night, well it won't surprise you after I tell you the whole story. And if your hands get a little bored, this lets you make the most use of them. In fact,” She opens her legs and grabs my cock, "I can use mine as well." Oh this is going to be fun! She jumps up and strips naked. Easy to do when you are barefoot, in spandex shorts, and sports top. She says, "I am not messing up my clothes this time. Come on, Rob, you too." Who am I to argue with a force of nature? I strip off my tee and shorts. My cock about halfway hard as I sit back down. "And I checked the calendar today. I am a couple of days away from my period, so I should be safe from getting preggers, but I also bought a diaphragm this morning to make sure." Now I was shocked. My best friend just told me in no uncertain terms that I would be fucking her and cumming inside her. My cock got the message loud and clear and jumped to full attention. She giggled and trapped it between her thighs, teasing the tip with her fingernail. "So talk already, before I just attack you right now." Still laughing, she says, "Alright, alright. I'll save him as a snack for later." She brushes the drop of precum off with her finger and sucked it off. "When I left you two dirty old men, I went straight into the garage and snagged the biggest of the magazines. After I took a quick shower, I read it cover to cover. Every word, every picture, and even every ad." "How much masturbating did you do?" I interrupted. "You horny bastard. Quit interrupting and let me tell this." From the flush on her face I knew I hit the nail on the head. "So I might have touched myself a little while I . . ." I held up 4 fingers, she shook her head and held up 6 fingers. ". . . was reading. The pictures were great, but the stories and letters were even hotter. I was reading about girls having sex all kinds of way, even in the ass, and loving it. Oral sex, oral and anal - or is that anal oral, domination, teasing, toys, pain, girls and girls, guys with guys, orgies, and a few things that I really was disgusted over." After watching Aim maul her tits, I think she might enjoy some of the more pleasurable aspects of pain, but I agreed with her that there were many things not in my playbook. "I stayed in the bathroom and kept reading until the kids got home. Thanks again for taking them!" "Hey, you know I love them. We had a great time. Bren was surprised, but you know how she feels about them." "What did you tell her?" "Exactly what happened!" Aim's eyes got real wide. "As you were leaving yesterday, you asked if we could baby-sit because you wanted some quiet time with Dave." "You bastard, when you said 'exactly' I thought my heart was going to stop!" I just grinned, which faded quickly as she mimed a swat toward the end of my cock. "Where was I? I cooked up a nice light dinner; my husband, the porno king, wasn't going to fall asleep on me! After dinner we went in the bedroom to watch on TV and cuddle. This was pretty normal for our romantic evenings, so other than the kids not being home and it being earlier than usual, he was clueless." "Didn't he ask about the kids?" "Of course! I told him that they were with you and Bren, teaching you how to videogame." "You got that right; they were kicking my butt on that computer." All this time she was squeezing my cock between her thighs. She would smear the precum absently while she talked. "Well he started getting hard and got on top of me for our normal thing. You should've seen the look on his face when I forced him over and I ended on top of him, which pushed him deeper in me than he had ever gone. I started slow fucking him and after a second or two's confusion, he didn't say a word. It was real nice being on top of him, controlling the action. He started straining against as I kept slooooowwwwing the pace down to make him last." My fingers started teasing her pussy while she was speaking. My god, she was already soaked. "You know by doing that,” pointing to my fingertips. "You are making it hard for me to talk." I pulled her to my lap, and with her facing away from me. Bending her forward, I slid my cock into her cunt. "Fuck, you weren't supposed to do that. You . . .ooohhhhh!" Was all she wrote when I tweaked her nipples. Pinning her down against me with one arm and playing with her breasts with the other. I told her to keep talking. "How do you expect me to talk while I have your cock in me? Oh, just fuck me." "Open your legs wide." She did it. "Now open your eyes and look in the mirror." "Oh shit, that is hot, we look better than any porn mag. I can see your cock going up inside me. The hell with Dave for now and fuck me." She tried to touch herself, but I wouldn't let her hands get close. She tried to lift up, but my grip stopped her. In a minute she was positively panting out of excitement and frustration. "Settle down." "No, I need it so badly." "Stop. You need to learn how to control yourself. You have to be in charge, not your cunt. So calm down and talk to me. The fucking later will be even better. So get a grip and start talking." "You know I can always leave." "I know that, but think of this as a lesson. Right now you are turned on and would probably do something foolish just for an orgasm. Besides making the sex later sweeter, this will help you work on your self-control." "Shit. But promise me you will fuck me later." "Try and stop me later! Now talk before I put you over my knee and spank you." She tightened her vaginal muscles, warning me that this was going to be very difficult. "OK, but if you cum before me, I am going to make you lick it out of me!" "You call that a threat?" I lifted her 100 or so pounds up once and let gravity sink her back on my shaft. She threw her head back and it felt like she damn near came. Holding her by the waist, I talked to her while she calmed down. "In the state you are in; if a stranger walked up to you and offered you his cock would you take it?" She thought about it and honestly nodded. "Do you see the problem? You have been repressed about your sexuality for so long; you are acting like a kid with a new toy. I bet if one of those sluts from the magazine was here, you would do anything she says?" She doesn't answer. "There is no reason not to enjoy your new-found sexuality, but you have to learn some self-control, or you will hurt Dave, the kids, and even yourself. Worse, you might catch something like AIDS. Trust me, love, you don't want that." I paused to regain a little control myself. This was harder (no pun intended) than it looked. She was so exceptionally sweet. "That was Sylvia's problem. If she had an itch, she scratched it. Objectively, she is an attractive woman. But once you realize how out of control she was, you wouldn't touch with any part of her body with someone else's hand." "I am nothing like her!" "No, but if you let your cunt guide your behavior, you would be. When you ran your errands this morning, did anything out of happen?" "Well, I noticed a lot of guys and they noticed me. The girl who sold me the diaphragm offered to fit it for me personally." "You see how easy it is to lose control and how dangerous." "Ok already, I get the point, and I will try. But . . ." "What?" "I got her number," she mumbled. I could see her blush in the mirror. Now that was a surprise. Little Aim, a closet carpet-muncher. "Wow! Or are you just telling me this to get me to fuck you?" "No. It caught me out of the blue. In Dave's books there were some pics and stories. I read them and was intrigued, a little. Then out of the blue, the clerk at the pharmacy offers to . . .. I was too flustered to say anything when she did that. Then she gave me her number." No wonder Aim was so hot-to-trot. She's running on a sexual high. Did I help create a monster, or just helped the monster slip the leash? "Good for you, but I do have a suggestion for you. If you want to 'experiment', fine. Just don't be stupid. Get to know her, become friends. Don't play the one-night stand game, that's where things get the most dangerous. It's like playing Russian Roulette." "I know, and I'll be careful. You know what's weird. I can talk about this with you. A day ago I thought my life was over, now I have girls making passes at me. Do I have a sign saying 'Horny Lady, will fuck for anything' on my forehead or something?" Laughing, "No, it's nothing like that. Let's just say you are more aware of it. Those guys have probably looked at you before, you just either never noticed, or you never saw it in a positive light. The clerk may have been mooning over you for months, and you buying such a personal item gave her the nerve. Either that or the fact you can't seem to keep your hands away from your cunt." I say slapping them away for the third time. "I can't help it." "Yes you can. In fact you need to start limiting yourself. Think of it as self-control 101. Masturbate only as often as you orgasm when you make love with Dave." "I'll try, but it does mean Dave is going to be one lucky guy." "I bet! So do I get the Dave report or not?" "Oh, if you insist." She struggled briefly, mostly looking in the mirror. I wish I had a camera! I've never seen something as purely erotic as us in the mirror with our legs open, my cock inside her and my balls hanging there. "Where the hell was I?" "I think you were on top of him, slowly fucking him to death." "Well not exactly to death, but I wanted him to be as excited as possible when I tell him about discovering his little secret." "So I am fucking him nice and slow. Every time he gets to close, I slow it down, or stop. I knew I had him when he started begging for it. The rush I felt when he begged me to let him come. At that point, I told him. . ." "I found your stash, Dave." "Huh, what?" he said a little nervously. Three quick pumps up and down got his back arching again. "Your stash of dirty, disgusting magazines, you pervert." I don't know how he looked so horny and guilty at the same time. At least he didn't deny it or offer lame excuses. "So you like looking at dirty, ugly sluts. You like watching them suck cock. You like seeing cocks exploding in their hands and on faces. You like watching them get fucked between their tits, in their raggedy pussies, and up their assholes. I bet you even like seeing cum drip out of their slutty cunts." I punctuated each sentence with a hard drop down on his cock. His brain might be having trouble, but his cock was like a brick. "I am so fucking mad at you right now." "Look baby, I can explain," he said. "Oh, like you didn't really like it. Sure that's why I found 17 magazines." "Well, honey,” "And my towel, one of my nice new towels, all covered with your dried sperm, disgusting." Now at this point he is really confused. His mind and body passing some very confusing messages. "I have a few questions for you, you pervert, and you better be honest for once. You bullshit me and I will pull your cock off by the roots. I'll take away your favorite little play toy. Fuck cutting it off, 10 lbs of pressure and it'll pop right off at the root. It'll hang there as useless as male nipples. As I said that I gave his nipple a hard twist. Damn I thought I had killed him from the yell. But his cock seemed to get harder. "How long have you been doing this?" He hung his head down, "A long time. Most of our marriage." Now that surprised me and hurt me a little. "Why?" "I don't know. I just did it. The mags helped a bit. I really started when you were pregnant with Callie and sex was too painful for you. We had never gone a week without making love and suddenly we went almost 10 months. I was a walking hard-on." That made sense, I knew it was hard, but it wasn't exactly easy for me either. "How come it didn't stop when we started making love again?" "I guess by then I was kind of hooked, and I also discovered the magazines. They were so different, so dirty and provocative. I didn't see it as a bad thing; I mean I wasn't cheating on you, just jerking off." "Have you ever cheated on me?" "No, baby, not that. I have never cheated on you!" "You mean if one of those sluts walked in the room right now, you wouldn't fuck her?" "No way. I love you!" "Did you ever do Sylvia?" "Sylvia, hell no. I think Rob and I are the only two guys in the neighborhood she didn't try to nail." "If you aren't BS'ing me, then you might be the only one." "She made a play for Rob. Wow, he never told me." "How come Syl left you alone?" "Because of you and Brenda. Well I guess just you. I mean Syl knew we were happily married; she usually ignored guys she couldn't get. Why the fuck would I want her, when I had you?" "That didn't stop her with Donna's husband?" "Baby, you missed a big rumor on that one. Ask Brenda or Rob. Donna was looking to dump him. She set them up. Made sure they had time and opportunity and waited. That asshole might have been married to one gorgeous lady, but he's was also a dog. Donna dumped his sorry ass and kept the house." "Damn, I never knew. OK, pervert, now back to you. I am still very fucking pissed at you. Do you know why?" "Because I was masturbating?" "Hell no." Now he was really confused. I started a faster pace, keeping him off balance. "Care to guess again, you pervert?" Every time I called a pervert, or used foul language his cock seemed to jump inside of me. Time to go for broke. "I'm talking to you, you fucking perverted bastard. Do you want to know why I am so pissed off at you? With your hiding in the garage, pulling on your cock, filling up my towels with your cum. I bet you used to lick your hand when you were done." Another jump and his face got red. "I bet you like the taste of your own sperm, don't you, pervert?" Now I was fucking him faster, using my knees to lift up and then dropping down hard. He was clutching at the sheet and pushing up, grunting with the effort to keep up with me. He was unable to talk so I kept verbally abusing him. "Yea, big stud with your porno queens, fuck me like you mean it. Come on you can do it. Maybe you're imagining that I am one of your big tittied sluts, with your cum dripping out the side of my mouth as I bend down to kiss you. Come on, my little fucking pervert, fuck me or I'll get off and let you play with yourself. Yea you can sit in the garage and pull your pud while I find a real cock to fuck. Maybe later I'll let you suck his cum out of my cunt. I'll have to take pictures so you can enjoy yourself." He started cumming, and so did I. I was trying not to, but it felt so good. As soon as I felt his cum inside me, I went off. Damn, that was one of the best orgasms ever. I collapsed down on him, my cunt milking his cock. Yes! This is what fucking should be like. I recovered before him, so I kept going with my plot and plans. Lifting up, his softening cock popped out of me, it looked so nice covered in nice gooey sperm. Rotating on my hands and knees, I get back on my pervert, in something we've never done, a classic 69 position. Grabbing his balls, "So you like looking at cum-filled cunts. Take a good look, pervert. I hope you like it." I could feel his sperm leaking slowly out of me. The bastard actually started to protest. "Honey, why . . ." "Pervert," I said squeezing his nuts a little. "I don't think you yet understand the rules here. I am still pissed off at you, and you haven't even figured out the reason why. You owe me, you SOB, so start paying. You like cummy cunts and you like the taste of your own cum, so do it, eat you cum out of my cunt!" "Babe, I know you’re pissed, but you can't expect . . ." Squeezing his nuts harder, "Less talking and more eating. While you are doing that I'll be playing with your cock." I felt a tentative lick. "Get real you bastard, you have been thinking about this for years." I pressed my cunt down on his mouth and started humping it all over his face, spreading his cum and my wet juice all over. At the same time I was trying to swallow his soft cock. Finally he started getting into it. I could feel his mouth and tongue. He was a bit rough, and his five-o'clock shadow was like sandpaper, but it hurt so good! His cock was also getting harder already. He also realized that I was treating his cock just like he was treating my cunt. Good deep, firm licks got him good deep hard sucks. When he tried to slack off I would lighten up on his cock. He might be a pervert, but he wasn't totally stupid." "You actually got him to not only lick your pussy, but eat his own cum. Aim, you are amazing!" I reached around and started teasing her breasts, tugging lightly on her nipples as she ground against me. She threw her head back against my shoulder. Her tight ass pressed against me. She was watching herself in the mirror again. Her eyes glued to her cunt, looking at how wet my balls were from her sweetness. "You keep this up and you are going to have to screw me. I can't stand it much longer." Smiling the whole situation, I start pushing her forward, slowly. My cock starts sliding out as she bent further over. She reaches out and her hands slap down on the coffee table, she pushes back and I enter her fully again. I keep pushing her forward, and I stayed against her. Using my legs we topple off the couch in slow motion. She ends up on her knees, her face and chest on the stone table top. Her beautiful ass in the air. I am on my knees behind her, my cock still buried inside her. I watch her looking in the mirror as I take one long, full stroke. Her eyes close as she shudders so hard she feels like a vibrator. Conversations with Amy (All) I lean over her back and whisper in her ear, "This is called the doggie position. Do you like?" I push her hips against the coffee table, trapping her so I stayed buried deep. "Oooohhhh, yea. Don't stop." As I pull out of her, as I move backward, I pull back on her hips, dragging her body back along the cold, semi-rough surface of the table. I drive back into her hard and we actually push the heavy table forward a few inches. Again a slow steady withdrawal, pull her hips away from the table. I pause with just the tip of my cock inside her. When I feel her push back toward me, I slam back into her. The table jumps ahead several more inches. She cries out and starts cumming. Merciless, I pound at her pussy, holding tight to her hips. Her chest being dragged across the table. She kept trying to brace herself with her hands, but I was to rough, to frantic with her. Screaming, she keeps cumming, I can feel every contraction as she gasps for air. Finally she falls down on the table, out like a light. I hadn't cum yet, I think I was a little desensitized from being inside her so long. As she started coming around, I started stroking again, long slow deep strokes. "Wait, stop. I don't think I can do that again." Ignoring her, I keep stroking, pulling way out and slipping back in. She responded by starting to push back again. This time she got her hands and arms under her. She was also watching in the mirror, biting her lip as I continued to screw her. Running my hands over her ass, she calmed down and I slowed my pace. "You bastard, what the fuck do you call that?" "Little Death. It can happen when you really go over the top." "I didn't think it was possible to cum that hard. So why are you stopping?" "I'm not ready to cum yet, and you still have a story to finish. Shall we get back on the couch?" "OK, but I want to be facing you this time." I pulled out of her, looking like I was as hard as a brick. Her pussy let go reluctantly. I sat back down, and she straddled my legs, guiding my cock back into her. My hands started playing with her ass as she started her story from where she left off. I came while he was eating me, nothing serious just a little one. He stopped licking, but I pressed my cunt to his face again, trying to push any remaining cum out with my muscles. I kept going until he was hard again. Rolling off him, I asked him, "Well, perv, did you like that?" He tried to avoid answering me, but I was in no mood. "Just answer the fucking question, and quit trying my patience. You lost the right to lie to me. Did you - fucking - like eating your - fucking - cum out of my - fucking - cunt?" In a meek voice I heard "Yes." "I knew you would." Snuggling up to him, I say, "Play with your cock, keep it hard for me." He looked at me like I was nuts. "You're still not learning yet." Grabbing his cock hard, "This is my cock! Mine. You lived your little fantasy life while you left me bored in the bedroom. You wasted years of good, hot sex on the garage floor and I refuse to allow it anymore. Now play with your cock like you would in the garage." Looking ashamed he started stroking his cock without any real enthusiasm. "You better get cracking, if your cock goes soft, you can go sleep in the garage with your sluts." "What has gotten into you, Amy?" "You can talk if you want, but I’m serious about my cock, keep it hard. Maybe this will help." I got down at the foot of the bed, and sitting against the footboard, I spread my legs open and started playing with my tits. "Come on, perv, jerk yourself off for me. Do you like what you see? Do I look like one of your sluts? No, I guess there is something missing. I know, cum for me you fucking pervert, cum on my skin, cum on my face, cum all over my tits. You know you want to." His hand tightened and he started stroking for real. "Gimme my sperm, you bastard. I want it all over me. I want to rub my tits with it." Talk about hooked--he started moving faster. I started touching my cunt, rubbing the clit. "Maybe you want to cum on my pussy. Look at my cunt, MY cunt, the cunt you fucked, the cunt you just sucked your cum out of. And you loved it, you sick bastard." Turning over, I got on my hands and shoved my ass toward him. "How about cumming on my ass? I know maybe you want to fuck my ass? Do you want to fuck my virgin ass, like you fucked my virgin cunt?" He groaned at that one. "Tell me when my cock is about to cum. I want to watch." I started rubbing my ass, opening the cheeks, letting him see my fingers touch my cunt and my asshole." "Ammmmmy. . ." Turning quickly I got my face an inch away as the first blast of cum went hi into the air. It came down almost right back on his hand as he kept pumping. Reaching out, I aimed him toward my chest. He came like a horse, what looked like pints of cream all over my chest. I start rubbing it in as he kept cumming. By the time he 'petered' out, my chest was covered in his slick stuff. He looked at me with wide eyes as I started scooping it to my lips, tasting him. "Not bad. Kinda sweet. Well just don't lay there, you made this mess, come clean me up." He started off the bed, I guess for a towel. "With your tongue. Damn, talk about slow." He flushed, but got down to it. It felt wonderful, the attention he never before lavished on my chest, my belly, and even my shoulders. I managed to almost bath in his sperm. "Now, while you do that, let me explain a few things. I am angry, not because you like slutty books, and not because you like to masturbate. I am mad because of two reasons, one as a wife and the other as a woman. As your wife I am mad because you had a need, a serious need and you never gave me a chance. You decided to hide it from me and I see that as dishonesty." He looked up with his cum looking so dirty on his face. He wanted to argue. Pushing his face back to my belly. "You don't have the right to argue. Your actions speak for themselves. Now the woman in me is furious with you. Years of OK sex while you had the means to improve things at your fingertips, so to speak, and you never did. I felt that you wasted years of sex and gallons of yummy sperm on yourself." He looked shocked, but his tongue got near my cunt. I hated to do it, but I was actually to tender for that right now, I felt raw. "Here are the new rules: 1. Get those books out of the garage. Go get a new, and nice small cabinet, with a lock. I want those mags and any new ones under lock and key. 2. No more jerking off solo. I was serious about being angry. You can only do it with me. No more waste. 3. Things are changing here in the bedroom. Since you like to hide things, I am the one running the show. Think of me as your cock's landlord. Aside from pissing, you need my OK before you do anything else. 4. If you don't like this, tough. You screwed up for years, now you need to pay!" "You can sleep on it tonight. Tell me your answer in the morning." On that note my body decided it had enough for today. I turned off the light and pulled the covers over us, all dirty and sticky. I think he was still in shock because he lay down next to me, naked and smelling of sex. Just before I fell asleep, he spooned against me. His cock hard again against my ass." "You really laid into him." "Well he deserved it." "Maybe. But you do realize he was also trying to protect you. He assumed that letting you know about his 'interests' would have sent you packing." "It might have once, but now it just makes me hungrier. Speaking of hunger, when do I get fucked again?" Releasing her hips, I lean down and start teasing her nipples with my tongue. She liked it, but she really reacted when I bit down on her nipple. She instantly started riding me. It wasn't possible to stay on her nipple, so I started playing with her breasts with both hands. "What is it with my tits; I can't believe how they turn me on. And my nipples, I think they have been hard since yesterday." She clung to me as she started getting closer. Her eyes closed as I watched us in the mirror. I wrapped my hands at her waist, practically spanning her tiny waist. Her legs were so tight as she used them to push herself up and down. "I'm watching you in the mirror. Your ass is wonderful." I started squeezing her ass, she moaned in my ear. "I want your ass. If we are going to play this dangerous activity, I want your ass-cherry. I want to slide my cock all the way up your ass until it's all in." Grunting, we both started to sound like two tennis players. "I want to fuck that beautiful ass. I am going to cum in that ass." Words were lost as we fucked. This was no making love--this was fucking. She was pushing herself back down as hard and as fast as she could. I was pushing up as hard as was humanly possible. We started cumming in the same instant, her cry in my ear as I groaned with my mouth against her neck. She slowed but kept moving as I kept cumming into her. She was hollering something as my body gave out. We tilted sideways, ending up laying on the couch, still embedded in her. "That was wonderful. How the hell do you do that?" "Do what?" I asked. "Fuck me so good!" Laughing I slapped her on the ass and unceremoniously dumped her off the couch. "Hey no fair." "I didn't want you to leave a mess on the couch." She got up and then lay on her side, on the coffee table. Facing the mirror, she lifted her knee and opened herself for inspection. Her pussy was red, almost inflamed from serious fucking. Cum was leaking out, which she would capture of a finger and lick it like a little cock. "What do you think, porn material?" "Aim, you are hotter than any porn slut could even dream about being." She blushed at the compliment, a compliment that only 28 hours ago would have had her fighting mad. "But we can't keep doing this. Aim, you're great, but sooner or later either Dave or Bren will find out and we would hurt them very much. Or worse, one of the neighbors would find out and tell them." She smiled somewhat devilishly in the mirror. "Don't worry, I have a plan!" Chapter 3 Pool Party Over the next several days, things had returned to almost normal. Were we continuing to have sex? Well, while I would love to say that we were fucking like a pair of rabbits, it just isn't so. We didn't discuss it, but we did cool it. I think we both were feeling some guilt. It did occur to me that while we did do a great deal, we had still never kissed. I also didn't get a shot at that tight little ass of hers. Best of all we were still able to talk and kid each other. So some of the kidding around have a more sexual connotations than before, we were still the best of friends. Early this morning, Saturday morning, the phone rang. It was Aim asking if I could watch the kids for the morning, maybe into the afternoon. Dave had to go into work, and she had a ton of things to do. "Sure thing." I told her. This was something that happened once in a while, so it was no big deal. "Have them bring over their 'suits and we can play in the pool. I had the ultimate low-care backyard. Between the deck, patio, shed, pool, walkways, gardens, and privacy hedges, there was almost no grass to mow. What it also meant is that of the 5 other houses on my street, mine seems to have more traffic than anyone else’s, well in the summer anyway. By 10 half the kids on the street were in my pool, with Joanie, from next door, and I acting as lifeguards. Around 11:45 the kids were showing no signs of slowing down, so we chased them all out of the pool for an impromptu picnic lunch. Joanie bent my ear a bit, "Have you seen Amy lately?" "Yea, she was over yesterday. Why?" Mentally I was praying the Aim hadn't been running around the yard naked. "Maybe you wouldn't notice because you see her so often, but she certainly has changed. I mean what does she usually wear for her visits?" "About the same as I wear, shorts and some sort of top. Nothing special." "Well her going out wardrobe has changed. It's like looking at a tomboy suddenly discovering that she's a girl." Shrugging my shoulders, "What's the big deal, anyway?" Showing my best nonchalant face. "No biggie, just unusual. I thought that you might know something." "Nothing special." Joanie looked like she wanted to say something else. "What?" "You know there has been a rumor about you and Amy for months now." "Yea, I know." "You know?" "Sure. Brenda told me about it. We both got a real chuckle out of it." "How did she hear about it?" "One of our nosier neighbors called her to 'warn' her. Bren gave her a serious ration and still won't talk to her. Some people have no life of their own, so they create one by spreading rumors. Don't tell me you believed it?" At that moment Aim walked into the backyard. Joanie was right, her clothes were definitely nicer than usual, and make-up that looked freshly applied. "Joanie was just telling me that old rumor about us was still wandering around." Laughing, she had the nerve to come and sit sideways across my lap, put her arms around my neck and kiss my cheek. "That's for taking the kids. As for the rumor, who cares? It's when the rumors stop you have to be worried." "Hey, Joanie has been helping me watch the gang; she’s been life guarding them too." "Well OK." She got up and sat on Joanie's lap, giving her a big smooch on the cheek. "There, Rob, now you can start a new rumor about Joanie and me!" Joanie got all red as we cracked up. "Let me go change and I'll help you ride herd. Although from the looks of things, there isn't too much herding to do." Most of the kids were resting in the shade waiting for the OK to swim again. "Lunch break." "Oh, you two fed them all as well. Well that deserves another kiss." She kissed Joanie again right on the cheek, this time whispering in her ear. She got up and kissed me again, only this time on the top of my head. Waving she headed to her house to change. "You really don't see a change?" said Joanie. "Not really, she's always like that around here. She only closes up around strangers or people she doesn't trust. What did she whisper to you?" She eyed me, not sure if she should tell me. Throwing caution to the wind, "She said there is also a rumor of her and Brenda." Breaking out laughing, "Oh, yea, right!" I was kinda glad Aim didn't grace my lap again. The first time got my conscious-less prick's attention. Her sitting in Joanie's lap made me stand at attention. Joanie is not exactly beautiful, but she is one of the most striking women I have ever met. She's tall, voluptuous without being heavy, dark hair, olive skin and dark eyes. When she smiles a whole room seems to light up, but she is usually very intense and demanding. She is probably a real control freak, poor John. The sight of sexy Aim in her lap, whew! The last thing I need is to let Joanie see me with a hard-on because Joanie is also one of the major clearinghouses for rumor-central. Bren and Aim both have told me that Joanie always has the best dirt. Remembering the rumor mill, I seem to remember something about Joanie . . . Joanie getting into a fight with Sylvia. Damn, if that's true then Syl must have either made a play for John, or she actually scored. Well whatever, Joanie and John seemed to be doing fine! Aim got back, just as the kids were getting restless. "Perfect timing," I yelled to her. To the kids I yelled, "OK, the pool is open!" I swear that before I got that sentence out, there were bodies hitting the water. The three of us had our hands full until about until 5, when reinforcements arrived. Dave showed up, John, Jackie, and then Donna came over looking for their kids. Now this is a great way to spend a Saturday. By the time Brenda got home, we broke out coolers of ice, beer, soda, and wine. John brought over his grill and between my brick BBQ and his gas grill; we were doing hamburgers and hot dogs for all. Bren was nervous about something but didn't want to talk about it; I figured it was work related. The impromptu party lasted until 11 or so. The kids started falling asleep in my basement and the adults were feeling no pain. Taking stock I would call this a success. After everyone left, I vegged out in the basement, the sliding glass doors were open to let in the night breeze, a mindless movie on the TV. I noticed Bren standing at the bottom of the stairs. Arms crossed, with a way-to-thoughtful look on her face. Thinking for a sec, I realized that neither of us had drunk too much. Me out of habit, I hate getting drunk, Bren mainly because she was preoccupied. "What's up, love?” I motioned for her to join me, and she uncharacteristically sat at the far end of the couch. Funny, it was easier being patient with Amy. Bren usually doesn't hold anything back, so I have less practice being patient with her. Reaching over, I tried to grab her hand, to pull her over to me, but she certainly wasn't in a playful mood. "Something happen at the shop?" She nodded, then shook her head and just looked miserable. Now a miserable Bren is something I can't handle. "Come on, gorgeous, talk to me!" Let me tell you about Brenda. Physically she's about 5'6", 145 lbs, more beautiful than the day we met. She's very open and honest, smart as hell, and has a hair-trigger on her bullshit meter. I can say honestly that I love that woman, no matter what you might think of my recent behavior. Do I love Amy as well? I am not sure I can answer that one yet. Bren owns my heart, yet Aim does have a piece as well. Is it possible to love two women? Dangerous ground! She started to say something and then stopped. A tear or two escaped down her cheek. Now I was getting worried, a robbery at her shop, a doctor's appointment that I didn't know about, what? "I am pretty sure she wants to talk about me." I turn and Amy is in the doorway from the backyard. I look back and Brenda is looking at Aim with that deer in the headlights look, and then she breaks into tears. Amy starts to cry and rushes over to kneel at Bren's feet. Bren hunches over and Amy hugs her. I have trouble with one crying woman, let alone two, especially these two! "Give us a few moments alone and she’ll be OK to talk," Amy says. Now this made a little sense. Something must have taken place earlier today, and from the looks of things, it didn't go well. I went upstairs to wait. After a while I heard laughter so I figured it was safe to go back downstairs. I came down quietly, they weren't looking for me, and so I stopped to watch them. They were kissing. Recently, as you've read, I've been privileged to see some very erotic sights. Seeing Amy's bust and her ass are certainly on the list. Watching the two of us in the mirror was right at the top. Even seeing Aim sitting in Joanie's lap was a highly erotic scene, although not sexual. Nothing could have prepared me for Bren and Aim, two of my favorite people in the whole-wide world, kissing. Aim was still on her knees, her hands on Bren's thighs. Brenda was stroking Aim's face. Their eyes were closed, and their mouths were locked together in a deep kiss. They were slowly moving, Aim toward the floor and Bren slowly following her down, exquisite and erotic. No need to address what might have happened earlier, the here and now threatened to overcome my senses. They seemed to be sharing a breath, just passing it back and forth. Aim's back landed on the floor; Brenda lay on top of her. Their legs entwined, Bren pressed her hips forward, pushing her sex against Aim's thigh. One of them moaned into the kiss. They finally broke that forever kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. Conversations with Amy (All) Now a tiny flash of jealousy reared up in my brain, which I quickly beat down. Bren was in love! After so many years of marriage there was no mistaking that look in her eyes. I ground that jealousy deep under my heel. Neither of them deserved that. Aim touched her face so tenderly that even though I couldn't see Aim's face, I was convinced the love was certainly shared. This was treading on seriously dangerous ground. Bren broke the silence first, "We need to disengage here, Rob is still waiting and he's probably worrying." "He's not waiting anymore, and he's not worried," I said quietly. Bren jerked at the sound of my voice and tried to get up. "Don't," I said. She stopped. "Don't get up on my account. You have no idea how incredible the two of you look." Bren looked incredulous, "You don't hate me?" "How can I hate what I just saw? I'm amazed and surprised, but hateful, never love!" I quickly sat on the couch, near their heads. Bren arched her back up to look at me. I took it as an invitation and kissed her, deeply. She responded to me. This kiss was hot and deep. When we broke, Aim barely gave her enough time to take a breath before capturing her lips again. I got up and closed the backdoor, including the blinds, just in case some partier forgot something and came back. I sat back on the couch and touched Bren's back. She broke her kiss and looked up at me. "This isn't what I expected from you, you know?" "If you had asked me before this, about seeing you kissing anyone else, I would have been upset. But the idea of you kissing someone else pales at the sight of you kissing Amy." "I shoulda known you would surprise me." "How could you know, when I didn't, not until right now." I kissed her again. This time Aim started doing something else, it made Bren groan in my kiss. Bren broke away, panting and obviously excited. "This is too much for me at the moment. Do you have any idea what happened today?" "No, but seeing you two kiss gives me the idea." "And you're not upset?" I sit back on the couch, while considering my response. Bren gets up, swatting at a pouting Amy. She also sat on the couch. Aim sat cross-legged on the coffee table. "I'm a bit surprised myself. Putting aside all the bullshit about two girls being the ultimate guy fantasy, it wasn't just two girls -- it was you two. So unless you are planning to tell me that you are a confirmed lesbian and you and Amy are planning to run away with each other, no I am actually not upset. What happened today?" "Amy showed at the office, and dragged me out to an early lunch and some shopping. So we headed out to the mall like a couple of teenagers." "So what do you think, Brenda?" "Naw," I said looking at the top. "Amy, that's way to slutty!" "Slutty, you don't know the meaning of the word. You should see. . .." Amy trailed off. I nudge her, "What?" She glanced around and whispered, "I found out that Dave has a bunch of porno mags hidden in the garage." "DAVE?", I almost choked. "I don't believe it." She nodded grinning. I was shocked. Of all the guys . . .I guess it's true, it's the quiet ones you have to watch. We went back to shopping, but my mind was going a mile a minute. Dave? Wow. And Amy, recalling her grin, doesn't seem upset. Damn, I would have guessed she would have blown her top. My phone rang so I sat by the dressing room door watching Amy try on a wild selection of clothes while I dealt with a minor fire at my shop. I did notice that her clothing was definitely sexier than anything I had ever seen her in. Not slutty, but definitely sexy. Short skirts, plunging necklines, tight capris, and midriff tops. Damn she had the body for it, but I don't ever remember her showing it off. I wonder if she feels like she's competing with a couple of porno books for Dave's attention? As I got off the phone I snagged the sheer top she was carrying and asked her if she was dressing to compete with Dave's magazine girls. She snorted, and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the dressing room. "No way. He can either 'wank-off ' to his mags or be with me!" "You know he jerks-off with them?" "Yes and he uses one of my towels. Can you picture it, he's sitting in the garage, pulling on his cock with one hand, a towel n the other, I guess he turns the pages with his nose," She says while laughing and pantomiming a guy masturbating. I crack-up, "I know I'm going to be real careful where I step in your garage." She starts laughing harder as she starts hop-scotching across the little dressing room floor like a soldier avoiding landmines. I start laughing even harder. "I don't really understand why he does it. I mean, the girls aren't very pretty." "You read one." Whispering in my ear, "I read them all. But don't tell anyone." "You go girl." I said raising my hand to her. She high-fives me. She tries on another couple of outfits, with me with her. I really felt like I was back in high school or college again. Sharing a dressing room with while several of us mix and match, not that Amy and I could share clothes. I started admiring her taste, and her suggestions for me were right on. I do draw the line at baring my middle, it's not flabby, but it's not like Amy's abs. "How about brunch?" We head out to a little crab place near the mall. We manage a quiet corner in the back and talk. "I am amazed about Dave. I know if Donna told me what's-his-name, her ex was doing that, I wouldn't have been surprised, he was pretty disgusting. Whatever you did, you had to avoid him once he had a couple." Speaking of a couple, I signaled the waiter for more wine. "Yea, he was about the worst guy in the neighborhood. Jimmie can be annoying, always staring, usually at my tits." Amy said while sticking out her chest. Andy does to, but he's . . ., I'm not sure how to explain it." "Jimmie leers, Andy admires. One makes you feel dirty, the other makes you feel good." "Exactly!" "I also can't believe you read those magazines?" She turned a little red and didn't say anything. "Wait a minute, you not only read them, you liked them!" I exclaimed. She got redder, "Only some of it." Giggling, "OK, what didn't you like?" My naive little neighbor wasn't so naive anymore. Her eyes got real wide. "Did you know, " She whispered conspiringly, "that some people play with . . .um, how to put this. Their own bodily by-products." "Ha, Ha, I know and isn't it gross?" "Totally! And pain and bondage. I hate the idea of someone getting off while being tied down." "To let you in on a little secret, a little play like that can be fun." Her eyes widened again, "You mean you like it?" "It's not a lifestyle, but it can be fun to try some different things. Don't knock it until you try it. Rob and I have done a little bondage. No pain, I don't like giving or receiving pain." I noticed something different. Amy was getting a little turned on by this whole conversation. Her nipples were little stones. I wonder how raunchy the conversation can get to make her squirm. "So you let Rob tie you up? Wow. I can't picture it!" "It's not something we do very often. The last time was over a bet on a baseball game. I bet against his favorite team. Well for a change they won and he tied me spread-eagle, but face down on the bed." Amy was looking at me intently, her face was a little red and she was breathing hard. To funny! "He put a pillow under my belly and thighs and then he played with me." "What do you mean played with you?" She said gulping her wine. "He teased me, my ass, my pussy, the back of my knees, my ribs and arms. He touched, tickled, licked, sucked, and nibbled on me, all over. And he didn't let me orgasm. After a while I was screaming at him to just fuck me." Remembering that day was getting me turned on. "Did he?" "Oh did he ever!" "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, Amy, we aren't exactly keeping secrets here, are we?" Shyly looking down "Did he . . . or have you ever . . . ass?" "What was that?" She moved over to the seat next to mine and whispered, "Has Rob ever taken you in your ass?" "Amy, I am shocked that you would ask such a thing." She turned seven shades of scarlet and went to go back to her seat. I grabbed her hand, "Just teasing. And . . .” leaning in to her ear, "the answer is yes. Rob had had my ass. While he didn't do it on that occasion, yes we sometimes do that. Variety, Amy, variety." "That was one of the things I read about. I will admit that got me excited, among a few other things. But it looked scary." "No more painful than losing your virginity, providing Dave is a patient lover and you use a lubricant." "You mean like Vaseline." "No, nothing petroleum-based, try KY jelly, they sell that at any drugstore, or in a pinch, vegetable oil works nicely. Get a set of rubber sheets if you start playing with veggie oil, it is easy to get carried away, but it can be a lot of fun." "Holy Cow, I feel like I have led a totally sheltered life. Will you tell me more about what you and Rob do to spice things up?" She stayed next to me and we talked, giggled, and whispered through our very early lunch and then headed back to my shop. The whole time we were talking, I could tell she was getting all hot and horny. Dave was going to be surprised tonight. Rob was in for it as well. I'm glad I wore a skirt today; I might have showed a damp spot in jeans. At my shop, Amy came into my office. It was almost 12 and very quiet, so I chased everyone home, giving them a little extra time to enjoy the great weather. Aim sat back on my couch stretched out her legs and put her hand over her eyes. "I shouldn't have drunk so much at brunch. This room is slowly spinning. I never drink this early." "So relax, you don't have to worry, the kidlins are with Rob." "Rob is so great. I bet he doesn't sit in the garage paying with himself?" Laughing, "He better not be. I want it all." Snickering, "Why do I keep flashing to Rob tied up? Maybe that’s what I ought to do, tie Dave up so he can't play with his prick." "Won't work," I say. Amy looks at me. "The reason things like that are fun is that its mutual consent and we trust each other." Amy got comfy, her skirt rode up real high. God I wish I had her legs. They look so long, even though she's not very tall. I think Amy went to sleep, so I dug in and got a little work done. I hit the loo and when I went to go back in my office, Amy was in the middle of a dream. A damn sexy dream! She had opened her legs and she was touching herself through her skirt. Her head was moving slowly side to side as she mouthed unintelligible words. The little bint was masturbating in her sleep. Now I know you aren't supposed to wake a sleepwalker, but a sleep masturbator? I went to close my door, when I hear a name, MY name. She was dreaming of having sex with me? Damn! That can't be right. I listen closely and once again I hear her, "Oh, Bren!" She never calls me Bren, no one but Rob does that. Her hand pushed the material of her skirt between her legs. She is going to ruin her clothing. I find myself mesmerized for a moment, and then I go over to the couch, intending to wake her. I figure she can be a little red-faced now rather than a lot more embarrassed later. I sat down next to her, her breathing was getting labored. I paused. I hadn't watched a girl masturbate since college. Suzi was my roommate and she certainly loved herself well and often. I had forgotten how sexy a young woman could really be. Her thighs were open fairly wide, her hand pressing the skirt material hard between her legs. Even her motion was sexy as hell. I clenched my own legs together and realized I was getting turned on. Her other hand was on her face. I had the urge to wake her with a kiss, but as much as that thought surprised me, I knew it would shock her. Amy would probably scream her bloody head off. She looked so incredible; I couldn't tear my eyes away. The sight, the sound, even the scent of her was unreal. I was amazed at my own behavior. Amy was going to be pissed if she knew I was watching. But enough! Amy will be mortified, and she is my friend, no matter what her subconscious might dream up. I reached over to gently shake her awake. I was aiming for her shoulder -- I swear it! Well at the instant before contact, she turned, and arched her back. I ended up with a handful of breast. Her hand jumped down from her face and covered mine, pressing down, holding me trapped. Her nipple felt hard enough to cut skin. I froze. I couldn't move. She continued to get closer to bringing herself to orgasm. My hand and hers massaged her breast. In minutes I went from an unwilling spectator -- Alright, maybe not totally unwilling, but a spectator, to a participant. Her breast felt so different from my own. Smaller, but firmer. I felt her nipple between my fingers and I squeezed them together just like I love to do to my own, she moaned aloud and I felt such a sense of -- I'm not sure what, but I couldn't stop myself. As she got very close to cumming, what should have been the worst possible thing happened. She woke up. Instead of being confused, she seemed pre-naturally alert. She cried my name loud and started cumming. She also leaned against me and after letting go of my hand, she grabbed me and kissed me. Not some little peck on the cheek. She pressed her mouth to me and explosively exhaled from her orgasm, into my lungs. Her eyes closed, but her tongue found mine and we kissed all through her orgasm. My hand never left her breast as I squeezed it, pinching the nipple through her top. Her hand pushed between my thighs, under my skirt. I was only wearing panties, it was to hot for hose. Her fingers pressed against me as I opened my legs for her. She laid her hand on my pussy and massaged me through my panties. We still hadn't broken the kiss. I think I was getting lightheaded from a lack of oxygen when I exploded, drenching my underwear. I came as hard as I could remember, screaming into her mouth, squeezing her breast with a death grip, then I passed out. When I came to, Amy was holding me, stroking my face gently. "Bren, I love you," she said in a quiet voice. "Amy, we can't . . ." "Bren, I am not saying that I don't love Dave, and I am not asking that you don't love Rob, all I am saying is that I love you." I was confused, so confused. I couldn’t' respond. She kissed me so lovingly, I couldn't help but respond to her touch and her taste. She smiled, not a sad smile, but a huge smile that made her light up. Kissing my forehead, she slid out from under me. For a second I thought to protest. She said she had to get home and knew I needed a little space. She straightened her clothes, brushing at the wrinkles in her skirt. I knew I was in deep trouble; I couldn't take my eyes off her. I spent the rest of the afternoon in a kind of fog. I love my husband, and I've always liked Amy, did I love her? What do I do? "Incredible." I said to both Bren and Aim. "So now what do we do? Do you love her?" Bren nodded and looked at me almost stricken with guilt. I looked down at Aim, "Do you love her?" "Yes, with more of my heart than I thought possible. But it gets worse. Because, dear Rob, I love you to." I looked at Bren and she was nodding again. "She told me everything, the whole story!" "And you are not angry?" "No more than you should be with me. She told me not only what happened, but how it happened. I am amazed that you even tried to get her out of the house. For months I've heard nosy people talking about the two of you and I knew they were wrong. But to hear what's happened just a few days ago was more a turn-on than a reason to get angry." Bren replied, and then added, "Do you love her?" "Yes I do, but I didn't realize it until I saw you both together." "So we are all OK with this?" "No, not yet," Aim piped up. "Brenda, may I kiss your husband for the very first time?" "You mean you two have never kissed?" She said with surprise. "Nope,” said Aim, "Not once in all this time, despite the rumors to the contrary." Aim reached up and I went down willingly. As our lips met in our first real, official kiss, I felt Bren's lips on the back on my neck and could feel her hands reaching past me to Aim's body. Chapter 4 Trouble in paradise Aim began spending considerable time at our house, much more than she used to. Don't get the idea the she was neglecting her other responsibilities, or that we were engaging in some sort of sexual free-for-all. Our relationship, meaning Aim, Bren, and mine, deepened in some very unpredictable ways. It wasn't like I suddenly had two wives. It was more like the three of us grew much closer. You know the old saying, "You can tell how long a couple had been married by the amount of angst." Well the level of any angst went way low between us. My marriage I had always seen as great, not perfect, but great. I doubt there is a perfect marriage anywhere. Well even when Aim isn't around, our marriage hits new levels of intimacy, communication, and even friendship, as silly as that might sound. When Aim was there, it was like we three meshed and each of us filled a void in the other two that we didn't even realize was there. Take the other day. Aim and I just finished lunch when Bren popped in to pick up something she had forgotten. She couldn't stay, and as she left, she kissed both Aim and I. Nothing special, just a simple kiss, what was surprising was how normal it felt. Now when the kisses are special, fireworks. I doubt I will ever get tired of watching Aim and Bren kiss. Each kiss appears unique, a fragile work of art that just takes my breath away. That first night in the basement, when Aim and I caught our breath, Bren almost shoved me aside to get to Amy, but she stopped an inch away from her face and looked at her. Aim was lying on the coffee table, Bren was kneeling on the floor, while I was sitting more or less off to the side, on the couch. I watched Bren's hand touch Aim's face with such gentleness. Aim held Bren's hand to her face and closed her eyes as their lips touch. That kiss seemed to go on forever. Then with a regretful grin, she reminded us about Dave and went home. Bren and I went to bed and made gentle love, cumming together and curling up to sleep. The next day was Sunday, and we didn't see hide nor hair of Aim, Dave, or the kids. That's not so terribly unusual, at least on a Sunday. Joanie popped in, surveying the remains of the party. "Not a bad gathering," she stated. "It turned out perfect, especially for the amount of planning that went into it, NONE!" "Those are the best kind. But I know we depleted your wine rack, we even got down to that disgusting bottle of port and polished it off." "Hey now, that's the good stuff," I protested. "It's gross, took me forever to get the taste out of my mouth." I offered her another taste and got rewarded with a horrible grimace. "I happen to know you are dry, sirrah." "Only on the upstairs rack. The cellar is fully stocked, Madame." She grinned and made shoving motions with her hands. "How you can drink that stuff is beyond me." Conversations with Donna This story takes place in the same area as 'Conversations with Amy' and 'What a Man Needs'. You don't have to read those to follow this. The main character here, Donna, had a bit part in CwA and one day I thought of her visiting Jessie's shop. Sometimes these characters seem to have a life of their own! Jeeez! Please enjoy, any and all feedback is welcome and appreciated. Donna visits Jessie's shop Donna was having a frustrating day! Three clients were making noises about moving to a new firm, a failed bid to take over PR work for a new client, and a call from the IRS about her ex-husband. "What a messed-up day!" She thought to herself as she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and turned her head to back out of her parking space. She clicked on a small tape recorder at the same time and started listing some approaches for dealing with clients who want to leave. "Goddamn lousy economy, my clients need this service, but want to cut their nose off in spite of their face." "HONKKKKKKKK!" "Oh my God, I almost backed into that car, just what I do not need!" She waved her hand in an apology and accepted the raised finger as a rebuke. She shook her head, her hair creating that halo effect cameras always loved to capture, as she got her mind back to focus on what she as doing. She killed the tape and decided to spend a couple of hours relaxing before addressing work again. Carefully she drove toward her home and as she passed one of her favorite stores, she couldn't help stopping. "Yes, this is just what I need!" "Donna, how are you?" The lady at the front greeted her warmly. Jessie was more than just a clerk, she was the majority owner, but she preferred being on the floor. There was something about working with customers that she loved. She took a personal interest in many of her customers, some more personal than others, like Donna! The former model helped Jessie with her advertising plans in return for a nice discount in the shop. Jess knew that Donna was not only beautiful, but smart and a very elegant lady, just the kind of client she wanted to attract into her shop. "Jessie, I am doing OK, just a little stressed." She said with a smile and then a hug from Jessie. Several other customers noticed and the smiles ranged from loving to lustful as each person felt their own reaction to the tall gorgeous blonde holding the beautiful, but much shorter, brunette. "Well, I think we can help you with some stress relief. What did you have in mind?" "I'm not really sure, can I wander a bit?" "Of course, Suzi is here if you need anything. I have to do some manager work in the office for a while." Jess indicated a very pretty Asian girl who started quivering in place as soon as Donna came in. Jess smiled to herself knowing how 'gone' Suzi was over Donna. Come to think of it, they would make a striking . ... Donna interrupted her thought. "Anything pressing, something you need a hand with?" "How about a sounding board before you do your own shopping, if you don't mind?" "Sure!" Jess led Donna to her office and smiled again to herself when she saw the look on Suzi's face. She sat her down and poured her a cup of excellent coffee. "I am having distributor problems, nothing overly serious, but kind of annoying." "What kind of trouble?" "My usual distributor refused to accept the return of a pile of movies and magazines. They aren't selling at all and the normal deal is that after so many weeks I can return them to the publisher." So what's the problem?" The distributor can't seem to get hold of the publisher, so if he takes them back, he gets stuck. If I keep them I get stuck for them." "Did you order it?" "It was tucked into a larger order and got signed for. By the time we realized it I had them on the shelf already. I think out of 240 movies we've sold 2, and none of the magazines." "Crappy stuff?" "Real amateur work, lousy lighting, supposedly hidden camera stuff, but what I looked at was poorly staged and obviously a put-up job. The magazines are nothing but still images from the movies with some pretty poor text tie-ins. Crappy isn't the word. Once I knew how bad it was, I pulled it from the shelves. Actually Suzi pulled it, since she is more in charge of the movies lately." There, Jessie did what she felt was appropriate and worked Suzi's name into the conversation -- twice! "Well it sounds like you did everything right, but if your distributor can't return them to the production company, one of you will get stuck, if the production company sends a bill." "Right, I usually pay though the distributor, so if I keep them, I have to pay them. They pay the production company." Donna smiled a much more relaxed smile, happy to help out a friend. "Is the distributor pushing for payment?" "Now that I think about it, no, which is very unusual." Jess looked a little puzzled. "To me if the distributor isn't pushing that means . . ." "It means the publisher isn't either and it probably means they haven't paid for them. I feel so much better!" She leaned over to her desk and hit a button. "Suzi come in for a second, will you?" Pretty Suzi came in all smiles. "Suzi, those crappy movies you pulled, where are they?" "Boxed up in the basement, except for the few I gave you to look at." "Oh yea." Jess opened a drawer and pulled them out. "Donna, take a look at how bad the covers look and then give them to Suz. Suzi, add them to the boxes and keep them separate in the basement. I don't even want customers to know we have such lousy merchandise!" "Sure thing." Suzi looked at Donna. "Donna, what is it?" Donna's face went pale as she looked down at the DVD cover. "Suzi, Jess, I swear this is Frank!" "What?" "I really need to see this movie, because this looks like my ex Frank." "You're kidding, no, I can tell by your face you're not kidding. Why would he get involved in ... Oh never mind. Suzi, honey, take Donna down to the small break room and put in this film. Also get a copy of some of the others and the mags from the boxes for Donna to look at." "Sure thing!" "Thanks Jess." She hugged the smaller woman again and followed Suzi out of Jessie's office. Suzi is a very sexy Asian girl who had a serious crush on Donna for months. "She is so perfect, beautiful, successful, and hotter than hell!" She told Jess, Ronnie, and anyone that would listen to her, on more than one occasion. But there was something that kept her from trying to be more than a salesgirl to her. Suzi wasn't shy, but there was a wall around Donna that didn't give her any indication a pass would be well received. She knew it wasn't a problem about her being a girl. As they went across the shop she remembered the first time she laid eyes on Donna . . . "Who is she?" Suzi asked Nadine, who was on monitor duty for the party. "That, sexy Suzi, is a lady named Donna. Pretty magnificent, isn't she?" Suzi watched Donna administer several smacks to the upturned ass of the naked girl lying across her ass. Suzi squirmed with each smack, wishing it was her ass. "I'll say. She looks familiar? Is she a customer?" "Not that I know. Now scoot or at least be quiet or you'll distract me from monitoring." Suzi slipped behind Nads, leaned over and cupped her breasts, and kissed her neck. Nadine's hands came and covered hers as she leaned into the kiss, all the while keeping one eye on the screen at the blonde. Nadine swatted her arm. "You ain't helping." Suzi left smiling. "It'll give ya something to think about." She considered asking Jess about getting a copy of the party, but knew she would never agree. The action in a private party like that was monitored for safety and recorded for security reasons. More than one claim of rape disappeared when a copy of the recording was played for a defense lawyer and client. It's hard to justify rape when the client walks into the party room, strips her own clothes off and demands to be fucked like a slut! Damn few paid any attention to the warning at the front door about the recording, and even fewer ever learn about it, as long as they just don't get stupid and try and blame the shop. Jess started the party room after some friends complained about not having a truly private place for a . . . shall we say wild party. It proved popular! Suzi went into Jessie's office and flicked on the monitors behind two large panels. Nadine still had one camera pointed right toward the blonde. "Damn she IS gorgeous!" Monitor three showed Nads was taking advantage of the view and had one hand in her pants. Suzi sat down on Jess's coffee table and opened her legs wide. "Damn I have some horny girls working here." Suzi jumped up. "Jessie, I . . ." "Oh relax baby, go back to what you were doing. I like your taste in women." "Do you know her?" "Just her first name, Cecelia, the bride to be, introduced her when they came in to make the arrangements. Her name is Donna." "Which one is Cecelia?" Jess looked at another monitor. "I think she's buried under that pile of bodies off to the side." At this point Donna stood and Suzi saw how tall and strikingly beautiful she was. The harness and 9 inch toy she was sporting looked good too. Jess turned up the volume. "Where is the bride? Cec, I have a present for you." The crowd parted revealing an equally tall gorgeous woman on the floor. Donna slowly advanced on the bride who pussy was recently the target of a pretty redhead's tongue. The girls on each side held her legs open. Her sweet looking pussy was making Suzi sweat. "I'm gonna fuck me a lawyer, I'm gonna get me some lawyer-sex." She taunted as she stroked her cock while advanced. They became the focal point of room. "I'm gonna sue you for sexual harassment if you don't get down here and fuck me. Goddamn model has gotta make everything a show." "You can't sue me; I already own you. Your soul is mine!" "That's my ass you own 'cause I work for you. My soul is still a virgin." That cracked the whole room up. "Turn the wench over, up on her knees." Kneeling behind her, Donna, the apparent model, sank the nice big latex toy deep into her lawyer, much to the delight of her lawyer and everyone else in the room. "Damn Jess, that's a wild bunch." "More than most, that's for sure! Cecelia told me this was party number 2, the first was a typical bridal shower. This one was a much more 'select' crowd." "So I see. No strippers?" Suzi looked for any of the usual male strippers and didn't see any. "Two, Kat and Veronnie got them going good. They are in there somewhere." "Lady strippers, how come I didn't get invited to this party?" "You don't, my little slut, you stay for this one." Suzi turned from the screen and looked at Jessie, her top and bra gone and her secret nature tenting her skirt. Suzi knelt down and didn't think about the blond until she came in as a customer a few weeks later. . . . On their way to the basement, the front door opened, a handsome man, one very familiar to Donna, came in. "William, Elise's husband" was her first thought. She flushed at her second, remembering that sweet Elise was in a bad car accident and died a while ago. She hadn't seen Wit in that long. He was more than a decade older than Donna and she remembered his lively sense of humor during the many neighborhood parties. In fact, Donna remembered a barbeque at Rob's when . . . "HONEY!!!" Donna looked up and saw Jess rocketing toward Wit, jumping up on him and hugging and then kissing him in a very forceful manner. It was touching and comical at the same time. Donna felt Suzi behind her as they both watched Jess drag him to her office. Suzi was smiling at the scene. "I guess Jessie has a guy." Suzi smiled wider. "You have no idea." "He's a good guy!" "Do you know him?" "Yea, he lives in my Platte. Nice guy, good head on his shoulders, do you know about his wife?" "He's married?" Suzi's temper flared, making her look sexier in a very dangerous way. Donna grabbed her arm before she ran to the office to interrupt. "No, Suzi, she died in a car accident last year. It tore him up pretty good for a long time. Actually now that I think about it, it's good to see him smiling." Suzi went from mad to sad to happy faster than an instant-read thermometer. "He is a good guy and I think good for Jessie." "He'll always be straight with her, unlike my ex." "Frank, yea I remember him. He wasn't one of our favorite customers." Donna looked surprised. "He hurt anyone?" "No, nothing like that; I don't know how to explain it. Donna, what do you think of this shop, compared to other adult stores?" Donna looked around at the professional decor, bright lighting, and huge windows. It was clean and manned by a bevy of beautiful girls who were engaging, helpful, and always smiling. Compared to a dark, hole in the wall run by a sweaty fat guy named . . . "Oh!" "Right! Some customers make us feel dirty for working here, even as they feel dirty buying things here. Frank was a little worse and tried to treat Ronnie like a hooker. Jess had to kick him out and told him never to return." "When was that?" "He used to come in once in a while when you were married. He got ugly after you two split-up. We haven't seen him in a while." Suzi took Donna downstairs and into a small room. It was furnished a couple of chairs, couch, table and a plasma flat panel on the wall above a small cabinet. She sat Donna on the couch and grabbed a remote control. The cabinet contained several devices including a DVD player. In went the movie. It started with a cheesy title sequence that was insulting to the professional in Donna and the woman in Suzi. Donna turned her attention to Suzi. She was blushing slightly as Suzi fast forwarded through scenes in the movie. "Suzi, I can do this." "No way, Donna; first off I want to see your reaction to the actor when I find him." Donna smiled at that. "And the second reason?" "If you think I am leaving your side while you watch a dirty movie, you are nuts." "Suzi . . ." "Shhh Donna. You have to know that I like you. But while I think I tempt you, there are serious complications which mean I can only lust after you from afar. If I got it wrong, then just leave me to my illusions" Donna was amazed at how easily she summed it all up. She was older than her years, that's for sure. "No, Suzi, you hit it right on the head." Donna hung her head a little and Suzi slid close. "Hey Donna don't feel bad. I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel. No worries, no pressure." She touched Donna's shoulder. "Here, it should be soon, isn't that the house on the cover?" Donna redirected her attention from her internal emotions to the screen. The screen showed a house in some darkness. In some bushes stood a woman, she was in her late 30's or early 40's, older than the usual porn actress, full breasts, a little extra weight in the belly and hips, but too much make-up to be attractive. Without it she would be prettier. In fact . . . "Oh My God, I know her!" "What?" "That looks like a former neighbor of mine, a real tramp named Sylvia" A man joined her on screen and Donna looked shocked. "That certainly is Frank." "Oh wow, are you sure?" "Oh yes, even in that lighting. That's him and the Platte slut." Donna looked more carefully at the screen. "I even know where that is. A small copse of trees and bushes between two properties in my neighborhood. That's the back of the top of the Becwraithe house, you can tell from the custom roof structure, very distinctive." "Fucking wow!" "This is incredible. Sylvia doesn't even live there anymore, well neither does Frank-less. It's been over a year for her. Can I see the other packages?" Suzi handed her the DVD covers, cheap plastic with a single printed page on the front. A crappy picture of some other woman who looked a little familiar to Donna, done up in a ton and a half of make-up and leather. The title was "Subdivision Amateurs: part 10" and ID'ed the production company as a really weird looking backwards 'S', but stretched vertically with a small horizontal dash in the center of it. The distribution company was partnered with another firm, one Donna had heard of. She looked hard at the image on the front swearing she could almost see her without the make-up. It wasn't Sylvia; this woman had a long black hair, but crappy hair, probably a wig. Full figured, Wagnerian way, but that could also be all camera work. Donna was an expert on how the camera can make you look good or bad. "Suzi can I watch the other parts to this series?" "Sure, let me call Jessie and tell her we'll be down here a while." Suzi picked up a phone and dialed a two digit number. "Hi Jess. What? OK what happened? Now? Alright 10 minutes." She hung up. "Donna, I hate to run you off but the cops are on their way. They will want to talk to everyone in here and Jess thought you might like to leave now before they get here." Donna stood up quickly. "I know I'm not doing anything wrong by being here, but I appreciate your thoughtfulness. This could be tough to deal with professionally. Can we talk about this another time?" "Of course. Does Jessie have your number?" "Yes, but here it is anyway." Donna pulled out a business card and scribbled her home number on it. "Give me a call later and you can tell me what happened. Is everyone OK?" "Oh yea, it's not serious but Nadine saw what might be a stalker in the parking lot. I'll let you out the back and you can get going before the cops get here." Donna leaned in close and kissed Suzi's cheek. She felt her face warm up and when Suzi's hands touched her own face, she blushed. "You better leave now before I refuse to let you go!" Donna paused for one more second and said "Call tonight anyway, about 8PM. Just call for me, please." Suzi was speechless as she led her to the back door. She watched her go around the corner to the parking lot she was surprised as things seemed to take on a life of their own. Tonight she was going to get herself a glass of wine, just one, and at 8PM on the button she would be on the phone with a woman who has haunted her fantasies for months now. Suzi went back in and started sorting some stock, waiting for the police, an explanation of what the hell was happening, and quitting time! The clock seemed to be moving at half speed. She moved through the curtains from the upper stockroom into the main floor and saw two cops talking with Nadine. One was a young man, a raw look to him. The other one was one of her favorite people on many levels. Ann Lee was a regular customer and guest here at the shop and knew most of the inner-workings. She was a close friend to Jessie and knew all the intimate details of Jessie as well. Donna was a good customer, but she wasn't that involved. Like Suzi, Ann was Asian, short, but there the resemblance ended. Where Suzi would always be seen as perky and cute, Ann was beautiful but in a very different way. Ann's body was harder, she moved with the assurance of someone dedicated to working out and her face had many more angles to it; sharp planes that made her attractive in a severe sort of way. One look could freeze a person in their tracks. Everyone also assumed she was into martial arts, but she wasn't. She was strong enough to handle most criminals the way most cops do it, overwhelming physical force. The one time Suzi saw her in action was enough. Ann literally stopped a guy in his tracks with a punch in the middle of his chest, not a martial arts move, but a solid pure power punch that started from her toes. She broke three of his ribs, cracked his sternum, and the paramedics had to re-start his heart twice. She was also a sharpshooter with her 9mm pistol and frequently out shot rifles at surprising distances. She was beautiful, dangerous, and thankfully a good friend of Jessie's because she would make a dangerous enemy. Conversations with Donna The raw-looking cop came over and looked at her before speaking. Like most guys he started from her face and looked down to her hips, then stopped at her chest on the way up. When Suzi put a hand on her hip he finally met her eyes. He was cute in a young-inexperienced sort of way, but that attitude would need adjusting. "Uhh, the lady up front says you were in the store room?" "Yes, putting up some new items for sale, what happened?" "There was a guy in your parking lot, just parked there for several hours. The lady called us when she realized he was just sitting there." He held out a picture. Do you know him?" A small picture of an unpleasant looking guy, "No, I don't think so. He doesn't look like a customer I've ever seen." "Are you sure?" "Yes, we get lots of guys, but most of the sleazy ones hit that adult bookstore down by the highway and he looks sleazy to me. If he had come in, we would remember him." "Yea, I agree, he does look more like their customer than one of yours. We get more trouble there than here, that's for sure." "Who is he?" "A small time thief, the Sarge is going to run him in. He popped on a list wanted for questioning. He won't bother you. Knowing we caught him here, even if he gets off he'll be looking somewhere else." "Thanks!" The young cop wandered off and found his Sergeant coming out of the office. "Let's go. It looks like he was casing the place and hadn't come in yet. I think we may have prevented a crime here." "Sure thing, Sarge." Ann looked at him for a second and shook her head. "Rookie, you call me Sarge one more time and I will kick your ass for the next month -- and trust me, you don't want me kicking you around the gym in front of the entire squad!" He swallowed guiltily; "OK Sergeant." and she preceded him out of the building. Jessie closed the front door and pulled everyone together for a brief huddle. William sat up on the counter, Ronnie, who had just come in next to him. Nadine and Suzi sat on the floor. Jessie paced between them. "OK, we need to quiet things down for a bit. No private parties, no 'specials' in the basement, and I'll move our special stuff offsite. Ann told me the cops are going to be looking at us again. Apparently a lady cop, not Ann, was at a party here a few weeks ago. She's been running off at the mouth. Dupreaux is talking about us, Lt. Dupreaux." "Crap, they made Dupreaux a Lieutenant? He was crooked enough as a Sergeant." Nadine commented sarcastically. A couple of years ago then Sgt Dupreaux tried to strong arm Nadine into planting drugs on the premises, a way to close the shop or at least force Jess to sell. Some fast footwork, support from friends like Ann, and a ton of luck got them through it. Now he is eyeing the shop again. Nadine ran through her story for William while Jessie thought things through. Dupreaux was a bad apple, but she never could figure out why he was doing it. He wasn't some Christian fundie bent on saving her soul. In fact when he worked the streets the prostitutes talked about how crazy and kinky he was. The street girls lived it when he started working a desk and investigating white collar stuff. Ann told her he really was a genius with computers. What had made him target her store and not the one by the highway? She was no closer to figuring that out now than she was then. She looked at her 'family' and realized that it didn't matter. This group, and a few others, was her family and she would fight to protect them! Suzi broke in, "On a lighter note, some of you saw my favorite customer, Donna, come in and go downstairs with me." Suzi said shyly. Nadine and Ronnie cheered while Suzi's blush deepened. "Nothing like that, she wanted to see a movie." "What one?" "Remember those lousy vids we got in a couple of months ago? Well she saw the cover of one and thought the actor was her ex. Believe it or not it WAS Frank and that's not all. She recognized a lady, by the name Sylvia, and thought she knew a third but couldn't put a name to her. She also thinks the one we looked at was filmed in her neighborhood. She saw at least one landmark she knew. Isn't that a riot?" "That's interesting, does Donna want to know some more about the movies?" "I think so. She asked me to call her tonight." Amid the teasing, Jess replied, "She's a good customer and real good people. I'll copy the invoices for those movies for you and give her a copy of each of the movies in that series. In fact check for anything we have from that production company. We have some print stock beside the video; they didn't do toys or clothes that I can recall. Let Donna see anything she wants to see. I remember when Frank was around too, anything we can do to help her will be to our benefit one way or another. One of her concerns is Frank finding a reason to take the kids away. She and I discussed it over lunch one day. It's not that Frank gives a damn about the kids, but it would force her to support him. She's a great mom, surprising for someone works her ass off with her own company, but she is what those kids need." "Jessie," William spoke up. "Frank was married to Donna and got involved with a lady named Sylvia, right?" "Yes, that's how she told the story to me one day." "It might be coincidence, but I think I know them." "You do, Wit," said Suzi. "Donna recognized you when you came in, but you had eyes only for Jessie. She did say a couple of nice things about you, and then we got sidetracked to Frank, who she calls Frank-less." "Frank was a character. Remember Leisure-Suit Larry from the old computer game, well that was Frank. He would hit on anything if he thought Donna wasn't looking and if he got drunk even that didn't matter. Once she dumped him she closed herself off a little from the neighbors. She's still tight with a few, but while the gossip ragged on her for a while, it was like she became a hermit. She is a great Mom, Elise and I thought the world of her and her kids. I was surprised how closed off she got after the divorce, I would have expected her to live it up without that asshole Frank." "Yes, she and I talked about that too. Her position with her firm and the fact Frank was always trying to get something on her made her really, really careful. I doubt she's had a real date since the divorce." The little sit down broke up. Suzi took the counter while Nadine did a dinner run. Ronnie headed off to the basement and the clothing sales area and Sue came on shift. Suzi gave her a rundown and Sue, who was also their security expert, re-checked all the cameras, alarms, and recording devices. She added another cam in the parking lot to give a different angle. She also ordered some panic buttons, wearable ones, for the staff. She finally met William and was suitably impressed by his knowledge. He took at look at the computer system and offered a few suggestions. He said he did know a real computer security expert and if Jess wanted he could probably get her to check over the system. "Who?" "Her name is Amethyst Azure Stone." "You know Amy Stone?" Sue got really excited. "I didn't realize I would be name-dropping, but yes I do. Actually she was a friend of my wife's, she lives in the neighborhood as well, just up a few blocks. She did some consulting for my firm, that's how I found out who Amy Stone was, but I knew her as Gem. It wasn't until after the funeral that I discovered who Gem really was." "Gem?" "Well with a name like Amethyst Azure Stone, what would your nickname be?" Jessie smiled. "So, Sue who is Amy Stone?" "She's legend! She wrote a couple of books at MIT on computer security and more since. She's brilliant and so far no system she's set up has been cracked from the outside. I had no idea she worked in this area, let alone lived here. She will be expensive, but she is the best to make sure our stuff doesn't get hit. Damn, Amy Fucking Stone!" Suzi at home Suzi went home at 7 a bit of a nervous wreck. The clock seemed to be slowing down even more as each minute past. To kill some time she organized the material Jessie had given her. Copies of all the invoices that contain material from that production company, 12 DVD's in the suburban series and a bunch others, a few glossy magazines full of still photos from some of the movies. Jess was right, none of them were selling worth a damn, but they all had one thing in common, advertising to what was supposed to be a huge porn web site. Out of curiosity she tried to access it from her home computer, but the site required a credit card, and she wasn't all that interested in giving it to them. She ran a few of the teaser clips, 8 to 10 second short designed to enticing you to joining. It also advertised discreet chat, picture and video chatting, and discounts at online retailers. She jotted down a few notes about a website for Jessie's shop. She had a nice one Sue had done up, but it was only informational. Suzi was thinking maybe it was time to do a little e-commerce. As a minority owner of the shop, she was always looking for good ideas. "God, I am as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night!" She poured herself a glass of red wine but decided not to touch it on an empty stomach. She had been too nervous to eat when Nads brought back some stuff. So she whipped up a small frittata, but couldn't seem to eat any of it. "This is ridiculous!" She slipped one other item out of the bag and held it in her hands. It was a glass dildo, one Donna had admired on a previous visit to the shop. . . . "Take a look at this, Donna, a new line Jessie brought in last month. Suzi held up a brightly packaged toy for her to see." Donna took it, surprised at the heft. "This thing is heavy, what's it made of? Not acrylic, I've never seen plastic so clear." Donna could read the packaging behind the toy, demonstrating how crystal clear it is. "Believe it or not, glass!" "A glass dildo?" Visions of splinters and shards where razor sharp things didn't belong flashed in her head. Suzi tore off the packaging. "No silly, tempered glass strong enough to drop on concrete and not break. But feel it." She placed the toy on Donna's neck, who shivered from the cold, icy feeling. Donna started to move away, but Suzi stopped her by stepping in close. Donna swallowed nervously at the proximity of the super sexy Suzi and slowly became aware of the icy feeling rapidly warming. Soon it was body temperature and warmer as Suzi slid it up to her jaw and under her chin, then down her neck to her collarbone. The toy felt almost hot. "Cool, isn't it. A special glass and polymer that won't break and absorbs body heat. You should feel it inside you." Donna pushed the toy away from her skin and stepped slightly away. She sensed Suzi's disappointment and again thought about explaining her personal situation, but chickened out. "It's wild Suzi, but I would still be nervous about glass." Suzi stoked it once in her hand and left it on the shelf as an opened one for folks to handle. She followed Donna down the aisle wondering what might break down Donna's defenses a little. A mental picture of Donna with that warm glass dildo in her hands eyeing a helpless Suzi was enough to give Suz that warm, wet feeling she loved. . . . Back in the present, Suzi gently held it to her neck and shivered at the cool sensation. Running it over her neck and upper, exposed chest and then finally to her bare tummy she knew just how to spend a little more time. To make sure she wouldn't miss her appointment, she set her bedside alarm and spread out another sheet over the comforter. She slowly stripped wishing Donna was there to watch. In a way looking at the dildo lying on the bed was like Donna was there, laying there, naked, exposed, waiting for her to get naked and join her. Mentally she slipped into a highly aroused state as she imagined Donna beckoning her. Suzi fell in love with Donna on her second visit to the shop. She had been in once and Suzi drove herself crazy trying to remember where she had met her, or at least seen her before. Jessie noticed her distraction and told her a little history. Donna had been a successful local model, a very successful one. Not to the level of a supermodel, but close. She worked several national campaigns and a host of local stuff. She did Alpha-jeans about 5 years ago and that fitness place over on Main. When she decided she wasn't going to reach the status of a supermodel, she cashed out and opened her own PR firm. She's done pretty well for herself. She's not hurting for money, but she doesn't try and live like she did as a model. There is a real good head underneath that mane of blond hair." "That's where I knew her from, the jeans commercial. She knocked my socks off!" After that she would come in a couple of times a month, chat with Jess and was a real sweetheart to the rest of the staff. There was a distance to her that seemed to fade today for some reason. They all liked her and appreciated her for her manner and just because of how she carried herself, but Suzi really fell for her. Everyone knew it because after one of her visits, Suzi would disappear for a little while and come back a little red faced and breathing hard. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she had been doing. Suzi got naked and lay down on her bed, cradling the cool glass toy in between her breasts. It slowly warmed up as she rolled it across her chest. Her 30A breasts enjoyed the cool touch and her nipples stood up under her ministrations. Taking the toy to her mouth she gently licked the rounded tip as she closed her eyes picturing it mounted in a harness around Donna's waist. The dildo wasn't shaped exactly like a penis; it was about 9 inches long with a slight curve. The head was a little wider than the shaft and there were some smooth rings about 4 inches down. The base flared out enough to give you a good way to hold it, or fit it into one of the many strap-on harnesses the shop sold. Suzi kept her eyes closed as she heard Donna telling her to lick it, to suck it, to get it all wet so it will slip into her easily. She took the wet tip and teased her nipple with it some more, she opened her eyes to see the thin line of liquid stretch between her nip and the tip of the dildo. She shivered in delight! It paused between her breasts of its own volition, and then went slowly straight down and stopped at her belly button. "Please, Donna, please!" Suzy was saying as the toy got closer and closer. When it finally ran across her labia Suzy nearly came. The glass was warm, but still much cooler than her body temperature. The combination of cool and hard almost made her lose control. "Don't baby, not yet. I want you to enjoy this." Suzi heard Donna say. She rubbed the rapidly warming glass down her lips and pressed the shaft against her tightly. Her back arched up as she rolled the toy on its long axis both proving a delicious pressure to her pussy and getting the shaft well moistened. Back and forth she rolled to the right and the left, building up a delightful pressure. "That's it Baby. Tease yourself for me. You are getting wetter and wetter and look so sexy. You are mine, Baby, all mine!" Suzi let the heavier bottom of the toy slip to the sheet, and positioned the tip at her entrance. Using one hand to make sure it stayed in place, she rolled her hips down and felt the tip almost penetrate. Rocking her hips back up the tip touched her perineum and ass, putting a light pressure in places guaranteed to drive her wild. Suzi started rocking and rolling her hips, the tip going a little deeper, but still not fully piercing her opening, her hand flat against the toy, with the heel of her hand rubbing her clit on the down stroke. "Oh Baby, my Baby, you feel so good. You look so fuckable. Yes, do it, do it my Baby." Suzi heard Donna say the words she had wanted to hear for so long. In one move Suzi pulled herself upright and the glass toy disappeared into her. Then she fell over cumming hard, so hard her voice rang louder than her screaming alarm. When she recovered enough to hear the alarm, she almost panicked. She jumped up, the dildo sliding out, a large spread wet area on the sheet, plus the beautiful sheen of sweat on her body told the story. She blushed as she remembered the way her fantasy played out, but now onto other business. She wiped off the glass toy and left it by her bathroom sink. When she pulled the sheet off, she blushed at seeing how little it had protected her comforter. "Well at least I don't have to sleep in a wet spot." She shrugged on a robe, a Christmas gift from Jessie, red silk with flower embroidery. Finding her wine she got Donna's business card and called when the second hand hit 12. "Hello?" "Hi Donna, its Suzi." Donna's voice sounded sexy even on the phone. Suzi adjusted her position. A draft of cool air reminded Suzi what she had been doing a few minutes ago. "Hi Suzi, thank goodness it's you." She sounded tired. "Are you OK?" "Yea, someday it's just tough separating personal from home life. Today was just one of those days." "Getting the bums rush out of the shop probably didn't help any." "Actually that was fun. I was touched you cared enough to get me out of there and it was just funny how it all worked. I saw a cop car heading toward you not a minute after I left. Was it bad? Suzi told her the story about the petty thief, the rookie, and his sexy sergeant. "I bet he was surprised?" "I guess so. But he was sitting there for a couple of hours, that's just weird." "I wonder what he was waiting for?" "The cop thought he was casing the place. Not that Jess leaves a lot of cash around. She makes at least one trip to the bank a day, plus the in-house safe is a pretty good one. Oh shit, I probably shouldn't have even told you we have one." Laughing, "Don't worry Suzi, your secret is safe with me. I have one in my office and another here at home. Even Frank-less doesn't know about the one here." "You keep calling him 'Frank-less', what brought on that nickname?" Donna giggled again. "It was something one of my neighbors told me about after the divorce. She's single so Frank hit on her pretty regularly. She was foolish enough to take him up on it after he and I split. Apparently he referred to having sex with him as "Filling up on his Frank". "Ewww, that's disgusting." "Well I never said he was creative. Well according to her he had overindulged in a bit too much alcohol and other stimulants and let's just say desire outstripped performance." "He couldn't get it up?" "Apparently not even a whisper of response. I guess she had been drinking as well because she asked him if his 'frank' was one of the vegetarian types, you know, meatless." "Oh My God! Frank must have flipped!" "She did say she never heard from him again. Every time I see her I make reference to a vegetarian meal and she and I just die." "Oh that is so good! And speaking of Frank I have some info on the movies from Jessie." "Not tonight, Suzi. I really do try and keep problem stuff like that out of my home life." "But then why did you want me to call?" Suzi said confused. "I just . . . well I wanted . . . Suzi I just wanted a friendly voice and a little company. I know we can talk that stuff anytime. I did want to hear what happened at the shop. But most of all I was lonely and I just wanted a little while with a friend." Suzi was touched that Donna felt like that. "Thanks Donna, that means a lot." "I guess I need some rescuing, but mostly from myself." "Aside from raising CPR images in my head, what do you mean?" Donna laughed a quiet laugh. "Since I dumped Frank-less I haven't done any dating. I have done some socializing with clients, lots of travel, and stayed close to a few people I trust, but I have been pretty much a nun. Today was the first day I felt like taking off my habit." Conversations with Donna "I can't picture you with a habit on. No I take that back, as long as it was formfitting and short maybe I could?" Giggling, "You see why I wanted you to call. I just wanted company. Someone who wasn't 9 years old or younger, someone who wasn't a client looking at the ex-model, and not a pal of Frank's who was going to 'help' me through my divorce. You are a genuine sweetheart and your words in the basement were heartfelt, I could tell." "Um Donna my motive here aren't as pure as the driven snow. You have to know . . ." "I do know Suzi. You think about me in a more romantic way, but at least there is romance. You aren't trying to have . . .what did they call it on that one TV show . . .'model sex', you see me as a person and I hope are attracted to me for who I am rather than as a notch on a bedpost. You are refreshing is ways I can't describe." "OK, but before you come over I have to putty in all those notches." "Suzi, if I smell fresh wood stain I am so out the door!" Now Suzi was laughing. "Oh don't worry, I might cook for you, but as a carpenter, I am a terrific cook!" "Suzi?" "Yes, Donna?" "Are you free to come over?" "Now? I have to change, but absolutely. Should I bring the info on the movies?" "You have to change? What you had on today was fine." "Well it's sort of in a pile on my bedroom floor." "Are you naked?" "No, I have a robe on." "Do you normally change into a robe right after work?" "Nope." "So why today?" "I'm not sure I can tell you that." "Suzi, please, why are you wearing a robe?" "Well do you remember that lovely glass toy I put against your neck the last time you were in?" "Oh god yes, I still shiver when I think about you holding it there." "Well I brought it home with me." "You didn't?" "And before I called you . . ." "Oh My God, you better not tell me anything else." "OK, but the details are pretty amazing. So what should I bring?" "You can bring the movie stuff, but I am not going to look at it tonight. As for anything else, just bring yourself." "Will I be leaving for work tomorrow from there or here?" Donna froze for a second as her implication came clear through. "Here I think, if you don't mind. But Suzi nothing might happen, I mean . . ." "It's OK Donna, what happens, happens. I want to come over and spend time with you. Your laugh goes right up my spine over the phone; it has to be even better sitting with you. If I do spend the night, then I should come prepared." "Thanks, Suzi for understanding." "No thanks needed, Donna. I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I'm doing this for me as well as you. Give me directions from the shop and I will be over there shortly, a little white Honda." Suzi got the directions and tossed together a small gym bag with a change of clothes, fresh undies, toiletries and make-up. On impulse she tossed in a now clean glass dildo but tried not to get her hopes up as to whether or not it will get used. She mentally rejoined Donna at the party when she stood up. Only rather than rubber, she had the glass toy in her harness. She was holding it with one hand as she cane toward Suzi . . . "If I keep this up, I'll never get there." She looked at herself in the mirror and slipped off the robe. "No, driving over naked might be to over the top, but I like the idea." Suzi visits Donna She broke a few laws getting to Donna's house. Speeding was the most obvious one, but someone was watching out for her! Donna's place was in a very nice subdivision, large plots of property, good sized houses. She was on a long street with woods backed up against her property. When Suzi pulled up she was the curtains move in the front window and Donna had the door open before she was halfway up the walk. When she came in she got to meet Donna's children. They were well behaved, or at least on their best behavior. They weren't shy, which surprised her. Donna got her a glass of wine and the two of them sat on the couch watching the end of a kids program. The kids all kissed their mom and offered a quick kiss on the cheek to Suzi before they went off to bed. "Your kids are pretty amazing. I would have expected them to be shyer?" "I haven't given them a chance to be shy. They've met many new people, including many of the folks in my office, clients, and numerous babysitters I am afraid to say. I have found they are a quick and pretty good judge of character. Donny surprised me when he kissed your cheek goodnight, but once he did it, the rest just followed suit. He's a little young for a crush, but you never know. He does get along well with his sitters, providing they are girls. I tried a boy once, but that didn't work out." "So he thinks I might be a babysitter? Sorry Donna, I don't know what the future will bring, but that's not on my agenda." She said with a smile. "So what is your agenda?" Donna said seriously. "Honestly I don't have one. I'm here to do nothing more than be with you. I know I want so much more, but I am not going to push you into anything. Jessie would pin my ears back if I got in the way." "In the way?" "Jess thinks you are a great Mom, and so does William. If my being here gave Frank a way of hurting you, she would not be pleased." "So she told you that much?" "All cards on the table, OK?" "Sure." Donna had a hesitant look on her face that made Suzi think she was regretting asking her to come over. She decided to make sure there was no hidden agenda, no ulterior motives and let life unfurl. "Jessie told me that your divorce was pretty shitty and that Frank is always looking for a way to get at you and especially get your financial support. From my point of view, I think you are amazing. You're always positive and smiling. Even when you aren't 100% you make an effort to be professional, even to clerks in a sex shop. You have no idea how special that makes you." "Suzi, you have to know I seriously questioned asking you over because of where you work." "You would be crazy if you didn't question it. You are the owner and CEO of a PR firm with a bunch of employees. I'm glad you asked me anyway." "Wow, you are honest about what you think, so let me lay my cards out too. I did notice you spent very little time going into your feelings, so let me start there. I do like you! I have from the moment we met. But I am not yet ready to be in a relationship. "Once I got rid of Frank, he and I fought a couple of court battles; I realized that I had to be careful. He actually hired a private detective to follow me. I did avoid anything that might give him an edge in a court battle. But today I saw the light at the end of that long lonely tunnel." "The movies?" "Yes, the movies. If that really is Frank, and I am sure it is, then I may have the weapon that can trump anything he decides to dig up on me. As we watched the awful movie I saw the light at the end of a dark, lonely tunnel. All that time spent alone seemed to crash down on me and I knew I wanted to share some time with you. Like you, I have no idea where this might lead. But I can't think of a better way to start than by having you come over and at least talking to you. "You are sweet, and beautiful. If you were taller I would have had one of my old modeling contacts talk to you. I like your sense of humor and your obvious patience. My kids seemed to take to you and Jessie thinks the world of you. I don't know exactly how I feel, but I know I wanted you here tonight for more than just looking at the movie material." The two fell silent and each clung to their thoughts. Each seeking something they are not sure they may have found in the other person and each not sure how to proceed. "Yes it is. So now that I am here, where would you like to go?" "Honestly?" "Always." "To bed, I am totally exhausted from this day." Suzi paused. "Did you bring an overnight bag?" She nodded. "I noticed you didn't bring it in. Why don't you go get it and then we can go to bed. I can't think of a better way to start a new day than waking up with you in the morning." Suzi back on the job "Don't look to close, but I think Suzi got laid last night. Look at the smile on her face." Ronnie whispered to Jessie. The two of them looked at Suzi as she arranged the weekly restocking of the movies, a very labor intensive job. "Um Suzi?" "Yea, Jess?" "Anything you want to tell us?" "Can't think of a thing, Jess." "You had sex last night, didn't you?" "Nope, I slept like a baby." "You are smiling, a lot more than normal." "Really?" "Really, you little bitch, spill the beans. Ronnie and I have no secrets from you?" At that moment a customer came in and Suzi smiled at the two ladies as she went to take care of her. She and the customer went down to the clothing area leaving Ronnie and Jessie wondering. "There is no way she didn't get laid last night, look at that face!" "Ronnie, she said she didn't, and you know what a lousy liar she is. If she said she didn't then she didn't. But something happened that I'm sure of." Suzi spent the day trying to avoid the question. No, she didn't have sex last night. She just curled up with Donna and they both had the best night's sleep either could remember. The frantic pace in the morning to get the kids off the school and a sitter complete with breakfast and making lunches was totally foreign to Suzi, but she enjoyed every minute of it. She and Donna shared a kiss, which lingered longer than either expected, before they each went their separate ways. "Suzi?" "Yea Jess?" "Did you and Donna talk about the movies?" "No, she wants to meet at lunch in her office. She was a bit too worn out over yesterday's stresses." "Lunch at her office? You are going big time Suzi." "It's only lunch; she wanted computer access and a safe place to look at everything. She didn't want it in her house in case the kids saw them." "Her house?" "Jess, quit prying." Jessie smiled, "It's OK, and Donna asked me a little about you a while ago. I knew something would draw you together, just never realized it would be a movie about Frank." "You always seem a step ahead of the world, Jess." "I wish that was so. Just let me know if I can do anything for Donna. Have fun at lunch, you best leave now to get there by lunch." "Thanks Jessie, I love you." "Right this way." Donna's very attractive assistant led her into a small conference room where Donna was already meeting with another woman. Like Donna, she was tall, gorgeous, and very professional. "Thanks, Cec. Let's break for lunch, my lunch date is here. Come on back at 2." "Ok Donna, we really need to address Smithson." "I know, but Suzi and I have something to discuss. Suzi, this is Cecelia, my in-house lawyer. Cec, meet Suzi, a really good friend of mine." Suzi shook hands with Cec, a strong, warm handshake, and then remembered the last time she had seen Cec she was laying on the floor with her legs spread open waiting for Donna to fuck her. "Donna told me you have the key to dealing with Frank once and for all. If you do this for a living I have a couple of ex's I would love out of my life." Suzi blushed. "Sorry I just backed into this one. We're not sure where it will lead yet." "Well good luck." She turned to Donna briefly. "I know you use Sequim for dealing with Frank, but if I can help, let me know." "Thanks Cec." She left and closed the door behind her. Suzi waved her hand in front of her. "Donna, how did you stay celibate in this place? Your assistant is so sexy and your lawyer is almost another you." Donna laughed. "You really don't hide your feelings well, do you? Now I never said I was celibate, just picky and real careful. Plus Amanda, my assistant, is totally straight and seriously into her husband. You make a pass at her, be prepared to get bloody. And Cec is a real shark, I think even her pussy has teeth. They are both excellent at what they do, but neither one has any appeal for me as a long term partner. When Cec was last single, we did . . . help each other out." She blushed as she said it. "Good for you both!" "Suzi, we didn't get much of a chance to talk this morning. Did you sleep well?" "Falling asleep curled up with you was tough, because you have been the subject of my dreams for a while. But once I fell asleep, it was the best night's sleep I have had in a long time. Although that alarm clock didn't give us any time to cuddle. I prefer taking a little more time waking up." Shyly, "We can fix that tomorrow morning." "I'd like that very much. How did you sleep?" "Like a baby. I did wake up before the alarm and enjoyed being curled up against you." "You should have woken me up?" "No way, you looked so peaceful, like a work of art." "Sure, I know what I look like when I wake up!" Suzi said sitting down at the table next to Donna. "You look amazing when you get up. You got out of bed and did that minute or two of stretching. I have thought about what you would have looked like doing that naked." Donna reddened again as she said it, not at her words but remembering what she was thinking while watching Suzi stretch. "I usually am, but I decided not to inflict that on you first thing in the morning. But since you mentioned it, tomorrow morning--a few minutes of cuddling before we get up and naked stretching. I did have one problem?" "My kids?" "Oh no, that was fun! I'm impressed by your level of organization." "Thanks, but it always seems like disorganized chaos in the morning. I really appreciated your help. But you said a problem?" "Yea, it was hard waiting until you were done before getting in the shower." Donna thought for a second. "If we are going to shower together we might need to set the clock even earlier." They looked at each other and started laughing. "So you aren't mad that we didn't have sex last night?" "No, Donna, I was hopeful, but I also knew how wasted you were. You were running on a high all day from professional pressure, Frank-less, and even what happened at the shop. You needed sleep and I wanted to be there with you. It was a perfect night." "Thanks Suzi. OK, to business -- Amanda is bringing in lunch and she will be joining us. But why don't we go through your stuff and let's see what we have. Suzi and Donna, with Amanda's assistance sorted through the material. The tapes were all very familiar, they fast forwarded through several of them. The sex scenes weren't special; the locations were all local, in the Platte and in various public places. Some of the people were easy to identify, others were not. Donna started a list and had 16 different people she recognized from the Platte. One tape was supposed to be some big S&M extravaganza, but it was pretty dull. Donna did recognize one of the guys, another neighbor, John. Then she grabbed the cover of the first movie. "That's who that is, Joanie, John's wife. Holy shit!" "Joanie and John?" Amanda provided the final clue, "Look at the logo. Two J's, one upside down and put on top of the other. J&J." "Of course. Holy shit, Joanie and John doing local porn and selling them. Starring a number of people from the Platte. You know, something's missing." "What?" "Joanie isn't one of my favorite people, but she is really closer to Rob and Brenda and Amy and Dave. They live on the same side of a short street, John between Dave and Rob." "William mentioned a Rob in your neighborhood, a partier?" Laughing. "No not really. Rob and Brenda have a large pool with both a deck and a patio. When their kids were growing up their yard was apparently a center of activity, especially in the summer. It still is for some of the neighbors. My kids were there with a bunch of others including Joanie's just last week. Rob and Brenda are the best people I know. That's what's missing, there doesn't seem to be anything of Rob, Brenda, Amy, or Dave, supposedly John and Joanie's best friends. I'm not sure if that's significant or not." "That's not all, Donna." Suzi said. She related the distributor refusing to accept the movies back from Jessie, saying the production company wasn't accepting returns. And she brought up the website. They reviewed the print material as well and recognized the same faces. "Damn this is getting frustrating. So many almost familiar faces, but I am not sure where to go from here." "Maybe talk to Joan and John, your neighbors?" "No, not yet, that might be a last resort. If they were working with Frank-less on this shit I don't want him to even know I know about it. "OK, so what do we know? We know Frank, some other neighbors, and some other unknown folks starred in some relatively boring skin flicks and stills from the flicks were turned into a few skin magazines. Hmm, Amanda, can you pull my tax returns for the past 5 years." Suzi and Donna were watching a little more of the last movie when Amanda returned. "Here are your business and personal returns, Donna." "Just as I thought, if Frank-less got paid for these, he sure didn't declare it on our taxes. So unless he was starring before we met, there is one anomaly. "So the movies are supposed to be secret, from looking at the make-up I think they used a trowel to apply it and try and hide their identity. "Joan and John are certainly tied into it. They both appeared frequently and seemed to be running some of the movie scenes. Plus Joan intros each of the movie segments we've watched. "They are also running a series of websites, probably with like material." "I think that sums it up neatly, although add that the film distribution company isn't accepting any returns because the production company doesn't seem to care is interesting as well." "Can we check on that?" "Sure." Suzi takes out her cell and calls Jessie. "Jess, can you find out from the distributor if that production company is still in business or not? Thanks." "Who is that?" "My boss, she has an in with a couple of companies and she can find out quickly if they are still doing business." "So where do you work?" "A small shop in town, specialty stuff, that's where Donna and I hooked up." Donna's face turned a slight pale as Suzi said this. Amanda wasn't watching, but Suzi was smiling at her." She decided to re-enter and re-direct the conversation. "OK we know what we know; now the question is what the hell do we do with it?" "Well if Frank tries anything near-term you can use this as leverage to get him to back off. He doesn't know that you don't know the full story, but you can drop enough hints to get his attention." "True enough, but how do we get more info?" "Not sure there. If you don't want to directly confront Joan and John, maybe talk to those other neighbors?" "No way, unless an opening comes up I'm not sure I want to confront anyone about being in a porn flick. Some of the spouses might not know and I sure as hell don't want the kids to know." "What about the ones who aren't in the movies? Do you think they are involved or even know anything about it?" "I can't believe Rob doesn't know. While he isn't the neighborhood gossip, he's usually up on what's really happening. Hmmmm, speaking of gossip, there was something about him and Amy a while ago, but it was pretty stupid and died quickly. Now that I remember Joanie was hinting at something about him, but never told me the goods. I should warn him she was being poisonous, but I don't know if he would do anything about it. I would really hate to know Rob and Brenda were involved in something like this." "William mentioned them too; I think he likes them a lot as well." "He and his wife were pretty close to Rob and Brenda, but no one is as close with Rob right now as Amy is." Conversations with Donna "So are they . . .?" "If they are they are keeping it really under the covers. Actually Rob is retired. He spends his days taking it easy and he and Amy spend part of almost every day together. He's like another grandfather to their two kids. I doubt he would cheat on Brenda anyway; he's a pretty straight shooter. Amy wouldn't be screwing around either; she strikes me as pretty straight-laced. If she has ever had anyone other than her husband, I would be surprised." "So telling them they live next to porn-central wouldn't go over to well." "If they know, they aren't involved; if they don't know then I don't want to tell them. Maybe William has heard something?" "William?" "Another neighbor, Amanda, and Jessie's boyfriend." So this one isn't the William and Elise you mentioned earlier?" "William is--Elise died in a car wreck a while ago. Jessie and William got together recently. I can ask him." "Other than William, I have no idea what to do next?" "Well no reason to get uptight right now. We have some information and we can slowly get more. You are well ahead of where you were just 24 hours ago." "The IRS?" "What?" "Yesterday the IRS called me to talk about Frank-less. I put them off because I am not supporting him, so any trouble he is in is no concern of mine. I need to think more about this." Amanda took the remains of lunch and headed out. "Suzi thanks for everything." "No problem Donna, we do this stuff all the time for the people we love." She stopped short as the word love came out. Donna froze for a second as well. "Yes, we do, love, yes we do!" Suzi went back to work on an emotional high that made Jessie and Ronnie blink from the glow coming off her. "Tell me she didn't get laid over lunch?" "No, Ronnie, she didn't. She just spent it with her girlfriend." "Huh?" "Don't worry it will become clear. I won't ruin her surprise." "The only woman who has affected her like this is . . . are you are telling me Suzi and . . ." "I'm not telling you a thing, it's not my place. Just let it lie and be happy for her." "I am thrilled for her, but if she keeps glowing like this I will need my sunglasses. That smile is brighter than the flaming sun!" "Give her time to get adjusted. I know she loves us, but I don't think dear, sweet Suzi has ever really been in love before." William came by to pick Jessie up for dinner, so Suzi had a chance to ask him about Joan and John." "You are kidding, Joanie and John running a porn site, movies, and magazines?" "Look at this pic?" "That could be Joan alright. Oh God, that's John for sure and I think seeing John suck on a cock is an image I could have done without. What the hell is he wearing?" "It's a submissive outfit designed to make his . . . openings available. We sell them downstairs. You would look . . ." "Finish that line and you are a dead woman, Suzi." Jessie and Susie laughed at William's face. It was priceless. "Seriously, I had no idea this was going on. From these pictures it's no doubt Joan, John, Frank, Sylvia, and a few others in the neighborhood are into some interesting things. Elise and I were clueless I guess. "Donna is also right, Rob, Brenda, Amy, or Dave aren't in there. Maybe Joan and John wanted a neutral zone around them. No, that's not it; Rob would probably get up on his high horse and get pissed off--especially with all the kids in the neighborhood. Amy and Dave would probably get disgusted; they are both great people, but very straight. I don't know what else to tell you, but if I hear anything, I'll let you know; or should I go to Donna?" "Donna's the main person interested, she is worried about Frank. I'm doing this because she's interested." "OK Suzi, sure you are doing this only because Donna's is interested." "What do you mean?" "Suzi, you would do anything Donna asked you to do, and you know it." Suzi blushed from Jessie's words and William got in a laugh at her expense. But as she saw them draw together she knew she wanted something like what they had, only with Donna. Suzi at Donna's again After work she blasted through her house and got to Donna's just as she was pulling in with the kids. "Perfect timing." "More perfect than you know, I am cooking you all dinner!" "What?" "Well if I'm a guest I get to show off a little for you. How about a stuffed flank steak with almond greens and homemade mac-and-cheese on the side?" "Sounds heavenly!" While Suzi hit the kitchen, she also watched Donna and her kids. "She was a marvelous mom." She engaged each child with conversation and touching, and loving hugs as they each shared their day. The youngest wasn't too talkative, but you could tell she loved time spent with her Mommy. Suzi loved watching and in many ways wishing she was more a part of it. Donna seemed to have a Radar for when people want something because after a while the family was sitting at the kitchenette sharing their day with Suzi too as she cooked. Each child also helped a little with the meal, from Donnie grating cheese for the mac-and-cheese, Joey carefully chopping almonds under the eagle-eye of her mom and a press-down chopper, and little Sophie holding her finger on the knots tying the stuffed and rolled flank steak together. Donna made a salad and opened a bottle of wine for her and Suzi. Dinner was fun and Suzi really liked how included she felt. Two of the three kids liked her cooking, Sophie didn't say anything, but they way she was shoveling in the mac-and-cheese said it for her. After dinner another round of homework and a little TV got the kids all in bed by 9PM. "God, its marvelous having you here, Suzi. That dinner was superb; you didn't have to do that." "I wanted to, Donna." "Well thank you! The kids loved it and they really like you!" "I'm glad; I like them a lot too. It was weird just watching yesterday, thanks for making me feel so part of everything today." "Well now you have seen my life. Rise up and get the kids in gear, spend the day dealing with PR stuff, then come home and spend time with the kids before bed. You can see why I haven't had much of a social life." "Sure, but I also can see how much you love them. Donna, no matter what happens, or doesn't happen between us; I will do anything I can to make sure Frank doesn't get to those kids!" Donna quietly poured the last of the wine in two glasses and took them into her family room. Her house was large, about 4,000 or more square feet. Upstairs was the kids bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kids rec-room with a TV and videogame console, plus a library and games on the shelves. The downstairs had a formal living room, formal dining room, kitchen, kitchenette area, informal family room, and the master suite. It was spacious and well lit. Donna sat down and put the two glasses on the coffee table in front of her. She then held out her hands to Suzi and had her snuggling almost in her lap without a word. Stroking her hair, "Thank you for that, Suzi, more than I can ever tell you. Battling Frank has been so aggravating; it's nice to have someone else in there with me." Suzi snuggled deeper and once again her thoughts turned more carnal as she felt Donna's warm body next to hers. Donna's hand on her hair felt so special, but she was starting to feel very warm inside and the fire kindled had little to do with the kids, Frank, or their friendship. She was still on an emotional high, but her physical needs were starting to show themselves. She kissed Donna on the neck and felt her shiver just like she did in the store with the glass toy. That shiver went from Donna and went right down Suzi's spine. "RINNGGGGG" "Oh hell, who is calling at this hour? If it was work they would have called my cell". "Sorry Suzi." Reluctantly Suzi slid away and let her reach for the phone. At that angle Suzi got a clear view of her profile, her face, extended arm, and her chest. She had changed after work into a comfortable top and shorts, she was wearing a bra, but it was just enough to give her back some support from those lovely breasts. Suzi wondered if she had them as a model or did they come in after the kids were born. Either way they reminded Suzi how sexy she is and how Suzi wanted to make love with her. "Hello?" "Oh Frank, what do you want?" "No, the kids are in bed, you know this is too late to come by and see them. Stop marking your little calendar and planning to tell the judge how many times you tried to see the kids and claimed I wouldn't let you. You never call in the early evening or on the weekend; you only call after you know they are in bed. Go to hell." "Yes, your buddies at the IRS called me; they want to talk to you again. Maybe this time you will get the jail time you deserve." "Again, go to hell Frank!" "No, you can't come over now. You can't come over this late any day. We've gone over this. The restraining order says that. You come over I call the cops, it's easy." "Are you fucking spying on me?" "None of your business Frank. Spying on me is against the restraining order. I guess I do get the call the cops." "Don't give me crap again, just call your lawyer and listen to his advice. I do promise when the IRS gets you I will laugh at your sentencing hearing, you asshole." She hung up the phone forcibly and sat there slight hyper-ventilating. Suzi touched her carefully, but Donna didn't pull away. She pulled her close and Donna came against her nearly in tears. "I can't understand how he can get to me so damn easily. God I hate him!" "It's OK Donna; it's me here, not him." "Suzi, he knows you were here last night and I think he knows we slept together." "How can he know that?" "I have no idea, but he was dropping sleazy hints. God, he makes me so mad." "He can't know. He might have seen my car, but how can he know what where I slept. This is a comfy couch." "I don't know, but what he said and how he said it." "I am surprised you didn't mention the movies." "No, I see that as my ace. If he wants me in court and I'm perfectly willing to let the judge see them. Let him make claims for being a better parent. God, I know he just wants money and part of me wants to pay him off to just get him out of my life." "Dane geld, Donna." "What?" "Historical reference, once you pay the Dane, he never goes away. You give him money once; he will just hit you up for more and more. Then he will use the money you gave him to justify to some judge that he deserves it on a regular basis. He has a job, right?" "I think so, at least he had one. He was a dispatcher over at the fire department. He tried to become a fireman, but couldn't pass the physical." "So he should be able to look after himself. Maybe you should sue him for child support." "I tried that, but the judge said that I made more than enough money to not need it. He thought that Frank would be more willing to be part of the kids' lives if he wasn't mandated to spend a monthly sum; besides even state minimums would be beyond his ability to pay. "I also discussed that with my lawyer and on his advice I dropped it. Sure if he can't pay the state can make his life miserable, but with my earnings it's unlikely they would throw him in jail. It would just look like an ex-wife seeking revenge and do more damage to my business than any benefit." "Well I wasn't there, but I do think that anything the state could so to make his life miserable would be a help to you." "I would rather hold the movies as a trump card than try any minor battles." Donna was still shaking. Suzi stood up and took Donna to her bedroom. She slowly stripped her of her clothing and when she tried to say anything, Suzi just put her finger to her lips and told her, "Trust me!" She laid her down on the bed, on her stomach, lit a candle and told her to wait there for a minute. She went in the bathroom and dressed for bed. She also got out a lotion container and went back in the bedroom. Using her hands to warm the lotion, she slowly massaged Donna's back, shoulders, arms and legs until she could feel her relax. The small amount of lotion was well worked in and the warmth and pressure of her hands finally got Donna relaxed. She fell asleep while Suzi was working on the back of her thighs. Suzi stood there for a moment, her own body on fire from seeing and touching so much of Donna. But the small smile on Donna's face meant more to her than anything. She pulled a sheet up and decided to at least do one of the things she mentioned earlier. She set the clock for 30 minutes earlier, stripped off her over-sized tee/night shirt and slipped into bed with Donna. A couple of seconds adjustment and they were intertwined again, like they had been this way for years. She fell asleep knowing that she was exactly where she wanted to be, needed to be. Donna woke up ahead of the alarm clock once again, even on the earlier time. She felt a little strange being nude; but remembered all of last night with crystal clarity. She pulled Suzi tighter against her and waited for the alarm to wake her. She didn't feel any need to rush because Suzi truly looked like and angel when she slept. She felt good in her arms. She was smaller and fit well against her. She gently kicked the sheet off and laid her out straight and took a minute to just look at her. She was shorter and thinner than Donna, smaller in the hips and chest, but nicely proportioned for her height. Her hair was dark, not the black sometimes associated with Asian women, but a very dark, multilayered brown. She was clean shaven, which reminded Donna of a party once years ago when she was first clean shaven, the first time by another girl. There were 6 of us struggling models and you pour in some tequila and crazy shit happens. Donna gently stroked Suzi's body, the side of her neck, her ribs and belly. Suzi turned toward Donna, as if she was chilled and moving toward the only source of heat. Donna took her in her arms again and enjoyed the smoothness of her skin when the alarm rang. Suzi woke with a start, and then relaxed as Donna twisted to turn off the alarm. It brought one of Donna breasts right to her face and she couldn't stop herself from kissing it. Donna didn't seem to mind, so when she turned back, she nuzzled her breast again. "Thanks, Suzi, for last night." "It was my pleasure, love. You needed to relax after asshole's call. I am glad I was here for you." "You keep doing things for me, when can I do something for you?" "Oh we will get to it!" Suzi said. Then she took Donna's nipple in her teeth and gently bit on it until Donna moaned in response. "I do so love beautiful breasts and these are so perfect. You didn't have these when you were modeling." "Nope, I was seriously flat-chested. Donnie brought them with him and the two others added to them. I do try and keep in shape, but they aren't all that big, just between an A and a B cup, but they are mine." "Nope, they are mine now!" Suzi pushed Donna onto her back and straddled her. She kissed Donna right between her breasts and pulled them against her face. Then she kissed Donna. It wasn't their first kiss, but it was one that they each had been thinking about. Their mouths came together and their tongues touched and their bodies slid together like they had been this way a million times. When the kiss broke, both ladies were short of breath and obviously aroused. But the sleep timer on the clock went off and they both knew that if they didn't get up, the kids would be looking for Donna soon. At the bathroom door Donna looked at Suzi. "Give me 5 minutes and when you hear the shower, come on in." "Are you sure? We might be late." "I think we can stand it. But if I am going to spend the whole day horny as hell, I want to tease you just as bad so I know you are horny too." In the large shower they explored each other with a degree of intimacy only two lovers can achieve. When they came out they found the kids were already up and waiting for breakfast. In a burst of energy, Suzi whipped up Egg sandwiches with English muffins and ham. Sophie wasn't as impressed and asked for more mac-and-cheese. But she settled for scrambled egg and cheese. With the kids in the car, Suzi and Donna kissed one more time before heading in opposite directions. Neither saw the car parked down the block as they came out the front door. Frank puts in a brief appearance "Fuck! Goddammit, I knew you were a fucking lesbian, now just fuck or something so I can get it on video." Frank cursed the laptop as he replayed Donna and Suzi from last night and this morning. "Christ they must have fucked in the shower. Why didn't Joanie add a camera in there?" He slammed his coffee down and then gently made sure the laptop had saved the files. Then he laughed. "I almost have the bitch now; wait until the judge sees her and her girlfriend. One good sex session with the kids in the house and He would own her!" Frank thought about the girlfriend. "I wouldn't mind a little piece of her myself. No wonder the ice bitch is finally melting. I always figured she would pick up someone from the neighborhood, but no, she finds this super-sexy Asian bitch. She looked a little familiar, probably a girl from her office!" Frank thought about the camera again. "Where the hell are Joan and John anyway? I haven't heard from them in two weeks." He drove by their house but didn't see either of them out. He did see that sanctimonious asshole Rob out working on his garden with Amy like normal. Frank went by quickly so they didn't recognize him. He saw Amy bending down and remembered what a hot piece of ass she looked like, but what a cold fish she was face to face. "Fuck 'em, I'll get to Joan and John another day. " Suzi at work once again Later in the afternoon, after Suzi spent most of the day flying high again, much to the delight of her co-workers, Donna called. "Sorry baby, I have to go out of town. I have an antsy client and I need to deal with him. I'll be back Friday night. Why don't you bring a few things over on Friday for the weekend? I'll free up some closet space. Bring a suit if we want to sit out." "Am I moving in?" "Let's talk about that after dinner on Friday. In the meantime you can at least have some space to put stuff. This way you don't have to keep running back and forth to your place every day." "You are too much!" "I know! OK, I have to run. I am on my way to the airport." "What about your kids, I can watch them if you want." "Oh baby, I appreciate that, but I have some standing arrangements with a cousin of mine. The kids adore her and her family too. Plus she had medical power of attorney if anything happens. We can re-think stuff later, but this is kinda their routine." "OK, Donna. I'll miss you and the kids!" "Love you, see you Fri!" Friday arrives Friday night couldn't arrive fast enough. Suzi thought she should give Donna and the kids some time to themselves, but couldn't do it. She pulled in right behind Donna. Donna warned her it was traditional to have a pizza night when she got home from a trip. So she enjoyed sharing pizza with the kids and Donna. For some reason pizza seemed . . . a little . . . well not really Donna. The lovely and elegant Donna catching stringy cheese with her fingers and taking large bites of a sloppy sausage pizza didn't sound like they would go together. But Donna made it work, she made everything seem like it belonged in her world, even Suzi. Donna spent part of the evening on the phone while Suzi had fun with the kids. Once they had gone to bed, she dragged Donna off the phone and back into her bedroom, locking the door. Conversations with Donna "What are you doing?" "You need a break! You've been traveling and working and wheeling and dealing for days now. Your wonderful kids are happy and snuggled in their beds. Tonight you need to unwind and get back out of the professional sort of mind." "Another massage? I did love the last one, Suzi." "Nope, bubble bath! I have been eyeing that deep garden tub since my first trip into the master bath. Come on! Last one is washed the other's back!" She said moving toward the bathroom stripping off her clothes. She paused at the doorway and gave Donna a good view of her body. Then she went through and Donna heard a splash and then a cry, "Damn, It's cold, I waited too long!" Laughing, Donna disrobed with a little more patience and entered the bathroom to see a very sexy sight. Suzy was standing in almost knee-deep water, bent over fiddling with the valves to get enough hot water in to re-warm the tub without scalding anyone. Donna just stood there looking at the side view of Suzi. She bent over from the waist, so her legs were straight and her hips formed a natural pivot point, her normally flat belly showed a slight bulge from being bent over. Her small breasts hung free, but there was little to no motion, they were small, but very firm. She pulled her hair to one side and she was scowling at the faucet and valves. There were bubbles in various places on her tight body which showed she practically did dive in. The colder than expected water made her nipples hard. Then she sat down and started using her arms to distribute the warmer water. "Just wait a minute. The near part might burn you, and the far end is still too cold." "When did you draw it?" "Right after the kids went down and you were still on the phone. I was trying to surprise you." "Well I think you got more of a surprise than I did." She said it with a smile. "I guess I did. I was hoping to lose that race so I could wash your back first, but I didn't want you to try and find a way out of it." "Did you think I would?" "I hoped not, so I wanted to just hedge my bets. From you standing there looking so naked and sexy, I win!" "You haven't won anything yet." "Oh yes I did, you are here!" Donna blushed and then put her foot up on the edge of the tub. Suzi knelt in the tub and then kissed the inside of Donna's knee. A lightning bolt couldn't have done more to jolt her system. Suzi gently pulled her leg into the tub, the water cool, but warming up nicely. She pulled her other leg over and Suzi stopped her from sitting down. The tub was a very large and deep garden tub, an oval almost 7 feet long and 5 feet wide. At one end of a shelf 2 feet off the bottom that was the perfect height for someone to sit if they didn't want to be submerged. The tub was deep enough for both Donna and Suzi to go completely underwater. Suzi unplugged the tub to let some of the water drain, while adding more warm water. The perfumed scent of the bubbles tickled Donna's nose. With the tub finally right, Suzi took a wash cloth and started washing Donna's long legs. "I thought I was supposed to wash your back first?" "I decided that I won, and this is my prize!" Smiling at the tone of Suzi's words, she was surprised at the intensity with which Suzi spoke. She was perfectly serious in her ministrations. The wash cloth was rinsed and then used to rinse off Donna's legs. She was turned and Suzi did her lower back and ass. When she turned her back around to do her lower belly and groin area, there was no doubt Donna was turned on. Her labia had swelled and a hint of not-water moisture showing. Suzi used the washcloth, knowing full well how it was going to affect Donna. By the time Suzi was done with Donna's lower half, Donna was weak in the knees. Suzi sat her down on the shelf, which left the water level just below her breasts. Once again Suzi lathered and rinsed her with infinite care. The roughness of the washcloth made her nipples ache. Her neck was more massaged than just washed and when Suzi reached around to rinse her back, Donna cheated a little and sucked Suzi's nipple into her mouth. Suzi inhaled sharply, but kept trying to do Donna's back. Donna pulled her to her, her legs straddling Donna's own legs, Donna's arms circling around Suzi's waist and she sucked hard on Suzi's breast. When her hands touched Suzi's ass, she felt Suzi shudder like a small orgasm had overtaken her. The washing ended as each woman started exploring the other. Donna had Suzi sit on the old edge of the tub, but warmed her up with her tongue, tasting her deepest place for the first time. As she came, she fell into the tub, splashing a large amount of water on the floor. Donna held her until she recovered. Once she did she reciprocated with pleasure and even squeezed almost her entire hand into Donna, bringing her to an intense orgasm. In the afterglow, they cleaned up the floor with a great deal of touching, kissing, laughter and giggles. The next morning both ladies declared that the night's sleep was the best they could remember. Pool Party Suz was working, so Donna and all three kids went over to Rob's when she saw the commotion in their pool. Actually it was Donnie who came in looking to go swimming. As usual Rob was trying to keep things under control and the kids were pushing their luck. Donna felt sorry for him so she helped referee. During the noon-time siesta, enforced as usual, they chatted. "Rob, how do you do this? I'm exhausted." "This isn't tiring, it's fun. The kids are great, once they understand the rules. And best of all, I can send them home." "We all ought to pay you for this, as often as you do it. Half the neighborhood kids come through here and it doesn't faze you one bit. Most of the kids think of you as a summer-time Santa. What's your secret?" "That's easy, I love it! Besides, the prettiest ladies in the neighborhood come by to spend a sunny day with me." Laughing, she sat up and struck a model-like pose, "So you like what you see." Taking the opportunity for a long look, "I would be dead not to appreciate you." She fell back on the lounge, still laughing. "That's why all the ladies like you. You look, appreciate, without being gross or stupid. Some of the husbands still act like schoolboys." "I bet you know that more than anyone." "Maybe. I do think I've heard variations on 'My wife doesn't understand me' line more than I can count and quite a few 'my husband doesn't understand me' too. Especially after I divorced Frank." "Oh I do remember the rumor central over that one. I was floored by some of the comments." "Yes, for a while I think they were talking about me more than you and Amy." "I thought that one finally died. After all these months, people are still wagging their tongues." Donna looked thoughtful, "You know it did die down for a while, but it popped back up again recently. Anything I can say to help you handle the rumors?" "Yea, right, Donna. You say anything in my defense and the rumor mill would go to work on you and me instead." "You're right. Sometimes I think this place is like a Peyton Place." "No, it isn't like Peyton Place, I think some folks spread rumors because they are bored and wish this place was like a Peyton Place." "Maybe you're right. Well anyway, if you want to liven up Rumor Central, let me know. It might be fun. Too bad you're so married, and so honest, or we could really give them something to talk about," she said smiling. The kids started getting antsy, so Rob put the oldest one in charge, telling them no one in the water until we got back. Donna followed him into the kitchen. She wasn't sure what he was up to, as he rummaged through a drawer and found his prize -- a handful of small balloons, perfect for water grenades. Donna smiled a wide smile and started filling some up while he went into the downstairs bathroom to arm himself. When he got back, she had her back to him. When she turned around, he almost lost it. Donna wiggled her chest, the water balloons she added to her bust looked great. "Now I'm stacked like Brenda!" She was laughing so hard, one fell out and he was graced with a glimpse of the perfect breast. She looked embarrassed, not at the glimpse, but at the water balloon hitting the kitchen floor. Tossing a towel on it, he said "We'll get to this later, the natives are restless. But I do suggest using a bowl." She laughed. "Or Brenda's bathing suit, it would hold more ammo than mine." They snuck out through the garage and lofted several grenades which caught the kids off guard. Screaming kids, diving for the pool, and splashing at them made the afternoon great. Once they settled back down Rob washed the chlorinated water off the bushes from their splashing and Donna got on her hands and knees and started wiping up the water from her 'accident'. Her ass was aimed right at him as he came in the door. For a sec he stood there, and then shut the door, Donna didn't move. She knew he was there the whole time. "I wish I could see your face right now, Rob." "It's not my face I don't want you to see." She turned suddenly, and he got the kitchen island between them. "Aw, not even a peek." "Like hell." "Tell you what, you show me yours, and I'll show you mine." She tugged her strap and started laughing. "Oh, Rob you are priceless." A voice from outside, it was Joanie. "Oh shit, the bitch. Watch your ass around her Rob." Joanie came in the backdoor. "What no lifeguards?" "We're just cleaning up from the water balloon fight. Do me a favor; take a turn with the kids while we get this water up." "Sure thing, my two are in the crowd as well. Can you bring me a drink when you're done?" "Of course, iced tea?" She nodded and went back outside. Rob looked at Donna and she held her finger to her lips. Joanie took several extra seconds to walk across the deck, like she was pausing to overhear anything. He got down next to Donna to wipe up the floor. "You care to explain what just happened?" Donna grinned. "You getting a hard-on from staring at my ass and you don't know how that happened? OK, there are these birds and these bees..." He started cracking up. "No, that I figured out, I wouldn't mind a why?" "Just messing with you, Rob." "Now the second, what's up with you and Joanie?" "Nothing absolute, other than I think she's a bitch, and I wouldn't trust her as far as I can through her." "I got that, now why?" "To long a story for right now. If you really want to hear it, call me later, OK?" "Well, you've peaked my curiosity-meter. OK, tonight, about 7." "Perfect." They re-joined the throng of screaming kids until about 3. Just after dinner Rob called. "Hi Rob, curiosity got the better of you, huh?" "Donna, when you drop a bomb like that, you know there will always be interest." "More interested in the Joanie dirt than my buns. I get you now." "Donna dear?" "Yes?" "You are on speaker and Brenda is not laughing." "Oh shit, you bastard. Hi Brenda, I was just giving him a hard time about the buns crack." "Sure Donna, that's what they call it, giving a 'hard' time?" "Jeez, you two are impossible. OK on the subject of Joanie. I think she's a bitch who was fucking around with Frank, and I learned about bunch other people in the Platte. You wouldn't believe who was involved. I know she's a pal, but just watch yourself." "Why tell us?" "Rob, you and Brenda are the best. And I would hate for her to find a way to hurt you. She's been spreading the rumors about you and Amy. The rumor mill had died down and started back up. 'Somebody' is spreading it that she likes to get naked by your pool, flashing her chest at passing boys. "Listen, I know it's all pure BS, but she's playing some kind of game and she's been asking around about you two." Getting off the phone Donna said to Suzy, "They know something." "How can you tell?" "I just dumped on a close friend and he didn't try and defend, that's not like Rob. He knows something and said nothing!" "Do you think he's involved?" Donna thought hard. "No, but he knows something is fishy with her." "I notice you didn't tell him about the movies." "I almost did, but if there is any chance of a leak to Frank-less, I can't take that chance." Suzy took her to bed and showed her that she didn't need to tease the neighborhood grandpa to know she was a serious turn-on. The rest of the week was quiet. Suzi spent each night with Donna and her kids. Life seemed too good to be true! The nights were even better as the two lovers got more acquainted with each other, physically and emotionally. Donna learned that Suzi tended to wake up horny, but preferred to make morning love in the shower. Suzi found each spot on Donna's body that would reduce her to a quivering wreck. They discovered many other likes of books and movies and even became frequent visitors at each other's work. Donna was surprised when Suzi told her that Amy, Cecelia, and two other ladies cornered her in the elevator and told her how much they loved the 'new' Donna. Then they each gave her a kiss that primed her for an eat-in lunch with Donna. Even straight Amanda gave her a kiss the damped her panties and if Donna hadn't been waiting, Cec's kiss would have had her drop her panties. "You're kidding." Donna reached and hit her intercom. "'Manda, get your butt in here." Donna stiffened her face and was halfway to the door when Amanda came in. "What's this about the elevator?" Amanda looked as Suzi and then back to her boss. "Don't look at her. What's this about the elevator?" "D, we just wanted to thank her . . ." "What the hell is that, have I been a bitch or something?" Amanda looked stricken. "No . . ." "No, so now I have a girlfriend you and the others accost her?" "We didn't . . ." My lover comes into my office disheveled and then she told me what happened. Are you calling Suzi a liar?" Amanda stuttered through several words, mostly starting with "No . . ." Donna leaned over and put her face right in Amanda's. "Did she lie to me?" "Ummmm!" "You know who lied, you did." "Me?" Amanda squeaked. Donna grabbed her assistant and kissed her, hard and forcibly. It took Amanda several seconds to react, but then Suzi snuggled up behind her and kissed her neck while both she and Donna started rubbing her body, messing up her clothes worse than the other ladies did to Suzi. When Donna broke the kiss, Suzi had Amanda's blouse unbuttoned and her bra tugged over her breasts. "Now go tell Cec and the others we want to see them one at a time, but at least tuck your tits in before you leave." "What, no . . ." "Think of it as punishment for telling me you're straight and for accosting my girlfriend." Suzi snickered; knowing exactly how turned on Amanda was right then -- just like she was after the elevator. The difference was she still had Donna to help her with that problem. Pool Party 2 Saturday dawned clear, as expected. Donnie brought word that Callie, Amy's daughter, told him that Rob was tossing one last party. She thought for just one second and smiled at Suz. "Wanna meet some folks?" "Are you sure?" Donna smiled, "You aren't some dirty little secret, Suz, never that!" Suzi smiled a little nervously when the phone rang. "Hi Jess." Suzi's ears perked up at mention of her boss. "Yea, we heard." "That's great. We'll see you there." "Change of plans, D?" "No, Jess and Wit are going over to Rob's as well. Won't this be fun; some folks are going to freak." She grinned in anticipation. Suzi was thinking as well, but not grinning. Did Donna know about Jess? "How come?" "Since Elise passed away some of the neighborhood widows and divorcees have been eyeing Wit. I'm glad to see him with Jess. Let's go, I want to be there when they show." The party paused when Donna intro'd Suzi around. It was unusual for her to bring anyone over. There were a few eyebrows raised as Donna referred to her as 'her girl friend', but nothing overt was said. Then the party paused for a longer moment, not for food yet, but because Wit came by, which was unusual. He hadn't been out of the house to much since beautiful Elise passed away. But he wasn't the show-stopper. He brought his new girl friend and she was enough to stop airplanes in mid-flight. Donna had a ringside seat and loved the reaction. He introduced her around and a few of the ladies were seriously unhappy. Donna knew Jess was gorgeous, but she outdid herself today. Taller than Suzi and shapelier, killer hips in a pair of cut-off shorts and a bikini top that barely restrained her breasts. It was her smile that really caught you, a hint of mischievousness, like she knew exactly how she impacted people! They joined the fun and she fit in well, even if a few of the women were green-eyed. Suzi and Jessie obviously knew each other and the sight of them hugging was enough to send most of the guys to a corner to make an adjustment in their shorts. Tracy came over, bearing a load of steaks she had been marinating in some secret sauce for Rob. She was fully decked out for the pool and joined the kids in a little splashing around. She was watched with great care by a number of eyes when it was discovered that she was living next door and Joan and John had moved. Donna was surprised at that, more than the rest. The next to arrive was a friend of Donnie's, no surprise there. She was pulled her mom along, Cary. Cary was one of the ones Donna was worried about seeing. She figured prominently in a few of Joanie's video files, but taken only from within her own living room. "At least fuck-up Frank wasn't involved." Donna thought. Just before dinner, Rob was downstairs putting together a huge salad when Donna came in alone. Everyone was out by the pool with Trace, Wit, and Jess watching the meat cooking on the BBQ's. "So Joan and John have moved out. Tracy moved in rather quick." "Yup, that she did." "Do you know if she is renting from them, or did they sell?" "I'm pretty sure they sold it. Why?" "Just curious, I wanted to talk to Joan about something." "Well I don't have a forwarding number or address for them. Trace did mention she had returned some mail to the post office." "Really? So they moved without forwarding their mail? That's unusual. "Remember the talk we had about her last week?" "Yea, but you didn't really tell me much more than I already knew." "You did? I always thought you and Brenda were pretty heavy with Joan and John?" "We were, but some of their activities weren't a good fit." Suzi came down looking for Donna. She stopped at the top of the stairs and listened for a second. "Donna, can I get your keys to go get a shirt, should I bring something for you and the kids?" "If you don't mind, just a top to help stay warm. That brick BBQ is great for warming people up." "OK, and while you are at it, tell Rob what's going on." "What?" "If he isn't a straight shooter, you can kill me. I have just spent the entire day enjoying myself with all of your friends and the one constant in this universe over here is Rob, trust him! Jessie and Wit say so too." Rob looked on in surprise when Suzi kissed Donna is a very not-just-friends way and scampered back up the stairs. "Relax Donna, I already guess she as more than just a friend. Just don't let Frank find out. She's a good person, and so is Wit's new girlfriend. So what's going on?" "This might take more than a few minutes. It's about Frank and involved Joan and John as well. Can you and Brenda come over after the party breaks up so Suzi and I can talk to you about it? Wit and Jess will be there as well.