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Hollow

By: ABigCat



Saskia wished she had her camera. She pulled away from Matt's ear, and her whispered bombshell exploded all over his face. Behind, in the departure lounge, his stag-mates moaned their "get-a-room" witless jeers. Except for his best friend Billie. Her big, dark eyes scowled thunder.

Matt coughed. "You want me to fuck Billie?"

"Yep. No. Don't just fuck her, use your imagination. Actually use her imagination, it's dirtier."

"I know, but—"

"There we are, then. Do it. This week, in Vegas. Because..." Saskia kissed him, and grabbed the front of his jeans. "After we're married, you never will." She squeezed. "Ever."

Matt groaned. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then do it for her."

"What if she doesn't want to? "

"Seriously? You're an underwear model. And look at the pout on her."

"She's just cross we won't let her be the stripper."

"Well. Now she can be. But one condition. You film it. And we watch it together, after."

"Fucking hell, Sasquatch."

"Yes it's awful isn't it? Do it. Get it out of your system. Or I can't be with you. Go on. Seize the moment." Saskia patted her man's arse and sent him off to his doom and a rowdy cheer from his mates.

Billie and Saskia locked eyes. Saskia winked, then blew a kiss, a bravado undermined somewhat by the lump in her throat.

#

After they'd gone, Saskia was fidgety. She decided to keep herself busy and work on her fine-art portfolio, taking her camera for a walk along the canal to shoot some of the eccentric houseboats she imagined would be moored along the towpath. Except they were all corporate kitsch holiday rentals. Which looked like fate was telling her to stick to fashion - stick to photographing Matt in expensive shorts - which sent her mood into a tailspin.

He would be away for four days, and it had been just fifteen hours.

Had they done 'it' already? On the plane maybe, standing doggie in the loo. Billie's football buttocks happy-slapping against Matt's hips. Begging for it deeper, harder. Not yelping in discomfort with every shove, until he lost his erection. Saskia's stomach knotted. Then she saw the longboat.

The mad craft - moored in a basin with the hulls of others waiting for repair - was so peppered in portholes it was more a floating conservatory than a house-boat. Its interior stuffed with verdant green, bulging out of open windows and pressed against closed ones, as if trying to escape.

She pointed and clicked, pointed and clicked, seeking the blanked out bliss of creativity to protect her from the torment of her imagination. But the subject wasn't quite absorbing enough, and her imagination way too cruel.

Perhaps, the minute they arrived in their cheesy, sleazy Vegas strip hotel, Matt threw Billie on the bed, tore off her panties and ate her senseless. She probably yanked her sweet bald pussy lips apart and puffed out a great orgasm, rubbing it all over his face, loving it, no care for hygiene, never getting the giggles until the mood evaporated.

Saskia slumped on a slope of meadow leading down to the waters edge, kicking off her flip-flops and digging her toes in the grass. She tore tufts out with her hands, camera forgotten in her lap.

Or was Billy eating Matt? Right now? Humming in slippery relish. Fluidly milking him. Not scraping his cock raw with her teeth until he couldn't bear it any longer.

Saskia growled, closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sun. A breeze was small comfort. She pulled her skirt up over her knees and let the air cool her. There was no-one around to witness her indecency.

Maybe they were doing all these things. Maybe they were practicing everything first, so they could film the best one. That's what she'd do. Saskia would get Billie naked, first. Start slow, kiss her nipples or stroke her pert breasts or something, lick the dip of her spine, bite her bottom. See what she liked, what lathered her up. Then, when she was good and-

God. Saskia was a nutcase asking them to do this.

She buried her cheeks in her knees and watched the plant-stuffed boat, her subject, bob up and down on the water.

No. Saskia had to be brave. Rather address the fact, now, that Matt's best friend was a pretty little slut with a shameless porn habit. Rather than later, when it was too late. If they "discovered" each other, well, at least she'd made her stand.

Something was wrong with that boat. It was the only one moving. Saskia shaded her eyes and tried to see into its dark portholes.

It was too far away, on the opposite side of the canal, but the foliage against one of the windows seemed to move more than the others.

Then a bare foot popped up, pressed to the glass, holding aside the curtain of leaves. Saskia smiled. Now that was a shot!

She lifted her camera and zoomed in. It was a female foot, with rings around its toes, disconnected from its body by the dimness of the interior.

Gradually, tracing back from ankle to knee, to thigh, Saskia built a picture of the rest of the leg. It was flopped aside on a narrow bunk and- God, the woman was... No...

Saskia zoomed again and refocused, looking as deep as she could inside. Busy fingers, a heaving belly and wobbling breasts . Then right in the dimmest distance, a leonine face. A crystalline glint in hooded eyes.

Looking back.

Saskia's lips parted, a voyeuristic thrill wriggled through her, but she didn't shift her gaze, feeling as safe behind her lens as a keyhole. The woman didn't falter either, watching Saskia from the protection of her bushes. The energy of an unexpected delight crackled between them.

Saskia's hands trembled, her heart thumping at her ribs as if reminding her how improper this was, watching a woman secretly pleasure herself. And she definitely was, her body winding itself against the quick rub of her fingers. Not counting the crushingly embarrassing porn she had watched once with Matt, Saskia had only ever watched herself do this; and even then it had been a hands-in-knickers thing.

"Cum," she murmured, biting her lip. "Go on, cum."

Then the woman's eyes screwed shut and her toes curled. Her hips arched off the bunk. Her hand flapped, two fingers plunged.

Saskia gasped. Her finger twitched. Click. Then before she knew it, she was marching away across the grass.

#

Two glasses of wine later and she finally dared look at her downloaded photos. Even then, she hovered her mouse over the last one, unable to open it, as if to do so was admitting infidelity.

With a sting of guilt she realised she hadn't thought of Matt and Billie for hours. She wondered if Billie did get to strip after all. If she'd done it already. Fingering herself for Matt's delight, for her own delight, dribbling wet to the knees. Without being begged too, without giving up after ten minutes with numb bits.

Saskia crossed her legs, and opened the photo...

It was a bit soft. Quite Beautiful for it though, like a Klimt. Framed by the circular porthole, sweet jewelled toes in the foreground, curled. Leg muscles taut and spread thighs caught in the frantic upward push against a blurring hand; two digits sunk to the knuckle between. Beyond that, a tipped chin, mouth caught in a silent cry. Actually, not 'quite' beautiful at all. Gorgeous.

Saskia sat back to admire her work. Only when her gaze finally moved away from the gory focal point, did she notice the reflection in the glass of the porthole.

Her own reflection, caught bright in the sunlight. A Warhol-blonde gazelle in a black dress, behind a massive camera. She caught a breath. Oh no. Creamy bare legs, raised and brazenly presenting the gusset of white knickers, dazzling in the sun.

She glugged her wine, as if that might clear her rush of dizziness. Her cheeks prickled hot with what this might mean. Had the woman had been aroused by Saskia? By that unwittingly provocative pose? Had Saskia made another woman cum?

Her heart hammered half out of her chest. A warm tingle swelled around her abdomen, and leaked below. She swung on her swivel chair, left and right, left and right, sliding her finger in and out of her brand new, loose, engagement ring. Then she zoomed in to the picture, filling the screen with the woman's finger-plundered sex.

Her phone buzzed, and she all but fell off her chair. A text from Matt!

"Babe, you gotta see this. Billie chose the stripper: Barbie Monroe."

A photo: A tall, slim, nearly naked woman with a platinum Bob and tiny wedding veil. From the back, winking over her shoulder, pulling lace panties down to reveal her porn star ass. A Vegas strip-o-gram version of Saskia.

Billie. You bitch.

Saskia thumbed back: "U 2 dun it yet?"

Saskia moved her laptop cursor around her zoomed-in erotic photo, jiggling at the woman's bits and causing an odd empathy tickle in her own

Matt replied: "Nope. Asked her tho. She said in morning. U sure bout this, Sasquatch?"

Saskia chucked her phone. They were really going to do it? Of course they were. Saskia had practically said the wedding was off if they didn't.

Oblivious to Saskia's pain, the woman spread herself on the screen. A moment of sexual approval stretched out to infinity. At that moment that person was more excited by Saskia than anyone had ever been.

They'd warned her, never expect to impress a model. Especially a much-adored underwear model, like Matt. He only got properly hard in a mirror, or the camera. No-one was surprised when he asked his photographer to marry him.

Fuck Billie. Fuck Matt. She wriggled off her underwear and lifted her skirt to let the light of the picture, of the frozen moment, bathe her secret places.

She curled toes over the edge of the desk, and slid fingers lightly up her thigh.

#

The next day, Saskia woke late and to a squirm of shame at how she'd behaved.

Waiting for the bath to run, she checked her phone. Nothing from Matt. Then she checked her laptop in case they'd emailed a video or something. Maybe they'd done it, got it all out of their system. Maybe there was a sloppy sixty-nine waiting for her: Billie grinding an orgasm out on Matt's girl-glossed lips, licking cum off his cock with a messy mouth. No last minute withdrawal and tossing him off into a tissue, for her.

Nothing. Just the image she'd minimised before going to bed last night. Christ, she'd cum like a banshee, and more than once. What was the matter with her?

Her dastardly fingers opened it again to a liquid pull in her belly. Fuck. Look at that lovely abandon. Saskia's fingers fluffed at her bush. Then she gasped, stamped her foot and stormed to the bathroom.

It was only halfway through a soapy scrubbing, when she noticed she wasn't wearing her ring, which was too big and fell off easily. She shouldn't really be wearing it. Then with a sinking of inevitability, she reckoned she knew where it was. A place she had left in a panic.

Twenty minutes later, Saskia was standing on the deck of the planted boat with her fist in the air, trying to force it to knock on the little wooden doors.

The ring was nowhere to be seen on the grass bank and she hoped maybe the woman in the boat might have picked it up. A useless idea, and a terrifying prospect, but she couldn't let a potentially awkward situation get in the way of her most prized possession.

However, there was no innocent explanation for dressing exactly the same as the day before. And only wicked explanations for deciding at the last minute not to bother with underwear; for which the unfamiliar breeze around her hidden clefts was a constant, silent reproach.

Her heart did the knocking for her it seemed, as the door suddenly opened.

"Hi, I'm Aela!" said the woman, "I hoped you'd come back, would you like some tea?" She tugged at a rumpled, shapeless white cotton frock, clearly having just dressed.

"Saskia," Saskia said, then her head emptied. Aela had a soft vitality to her that put Saskia's gym body to shame, and something about her just made you want to smile. For a moment Saskia really did believe that she was here for tea.

Aela clawed back a wet mane of tawny hair and blinked brightly, eyes like blooms. Then she snorted and squeezed Saskia's arm. "Oh don't be shy, hon. We're both grownups. I had a diddle looking up your skirt and you got a cheeky shot of me, doing it. Fair's fair, eh? Come and sit down. Leave your flip-flops there."

Those lips. Like great fat fruit. Was Aela born, or blossomed out by nature to entice every creature on the planet? Saskia wished she'd brought her camera. She could spend her life photographing this woman.

The flip and swing of Aela's hips lured Saskia into a surrealist, tropical interior. Bewildering in its massiveness, it was more fairy forest than cabin, lit by dappled sun from the hotchpotch of windows and foliage. An ancient, glowingly waxed wood floor felt silky soft beneath her bare feet. A flowery fragrance made her head spin.

Next thing she knew she was sat on a carved driftwood bench, watching Aela fill two cups.

"Home brew," she announced, handing Saskia a cup. "Go easy, it's stronger than it seems." Aela gulped hers and sucked her top lip. "So. I'd love to see your picture. I'm an artist too, you know."

Saskia sipped the tea, it tasted minty and made her want to giggle. If there was a reason she had come, she couldn't remember it.

"Sorry I don't- Oh! All my work is on the cloud!" She blustered. Then clammed up. Was that really going to be the first thing she said to this woman?

"On the cloud!" Aela slapped her thighs and laughed. Then frowned when Saskia didn't.

Saskia pulled out her smart phone, and Aela sat beside her. A scent of damp earth rolled off her skin, encouraging Saskia close enough to press their legs together. The heat of their thighs mingling through two thin layers of cotton reminded Saskia of the nakedness beneath her skirt. She pulled up the photograph and Aela peered, holding Saskia's trembling hand steady.

"Oh my," she said, "is that..."

Saskia zoomed in. Aela covered her mouth. She swivelled both barrels of blue at her, and Saskia became transparent; the night before bursting out of her glass skin like the plants in this boat. How Saskia had mimicked Aela, thighs splayed to the screen, fingers digging. Aela seemed to see it all. She smiled and nudged Saskia, who fiddled with her phone, switching it off.

Suddenly, Aela hopped to her feet. "I don't know why I bothered putting this on for you, then."

In a fluid sweep, she yanked her smock off over her head. Saskia jerked rigid. Aela was naked underneath. Saskia shifted to escape, but the golden sweeps of Aela's curves were planted right in front of her. The upward tilt of breasts above her, stout legs barring the way below, and the honey tufted dome of her mound planted right in front of her face. Even after a night of staring at her photo, Saskia didn't know where to look, now.

Aela tossed the dress. "I love your eyes." She smirked, and twisted this way and that. "Your eyelashes are fluttering like wicked butterflies." She put her hands on her hips.

Saskia wanted to curl up. She wanted to slap this woman. She wanted to kiss her. There. In that shockingly florid place. Why couldn't she even lift her head?

Aela chuckled, and pushed her hips forward, her voice a hushed croak. "Come on, look. It's why you came isn't it? To see more of me? Or do you need a camera to hide behind?"

Saskia flicked up her gaze, only to quickly look away as Aela delicately opened herself up with the fingers of both hands.

Aela folded her arms, and peered down her nose. "I think I've made a bit of a fool of myself," she said.

"Sorry," Saskia's voice sounded small and pathetic, even to her own ears. "I only came to see if you maybe had my ring, I think I left it on the-"

"Your ring?"

"Engagement ring." A tear dropped onto her wringing hands, then everything came out. The stag. The torture of the ultimatum. The unfulfilling sex. Her deepest fear that she was doing the wrong thing.

Aela listened without interruption, crouched at Saskia's feet. When Saskia looked up again, it was into the woman's softening eyes. Aela passed her tea. Saskia took a gulp and chuckled wetly.

"Sorry," She said, "I didn't mean to lead you on. Its not you. I mean you're very... very... sexy. It's just... I can't... I'm not normally a girl girl."

Aela smiled and squeezed her hand. "I'm not a girl girl either. I like a nice hard cock, sometimes, too. Kind of depends who's on the other end, in my opinion. The connection. I'm flattered, though, that you're not normally into girls, yet-"

"Yet I took that picture, quite." Saskia smirked and she squeezed her hands between her knees. "You converted me." Her ears warmed. Blushing? Seriously? She was never this... Girly.

Aela grinned. "Then let me show you my art." she said. "First, more tea."

Aela didn't bother getting dressed again. She just stood and padded off, apparently unconcerned that Saskia's eyes fluttered about her nipples and -when she replenished their cups from the pot - settled on her round cheeks and dipped into the tantalising gap below, to her prominent pink lips.

Aela handed her a cup and sat beside her, necking her tea and nodding at Saskia to do the same. Saskia gulped and - even through the strange brew's giddy rush - crossed her knees and flicked her foot. This had gone too far. She decided she would be polite about the art, then bugger off home and "diddle" herself stupid.

Twisting to face her, Aela took Saskia's hand and stroked her fingers with the pad of her thumb, in a slow and deliberate rhythm: Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger.

Saskia's giggles turned foolish against Aela's seriousness, and disappeared altogether when the woman held up her free hand and mimicked the touches, but on her own fingers, with her own thumb. Saskia became mesmerised by their dance, copying the repeated, warm, soothing touch.

"When it comes right down to it, art's simplest purpose is to create resonance between two people," Aela said. "Whether it's sculpture or music or writing or photography." Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger. "Bad art distracts. It blocks the flow of ideas or experience. The best art is transparent. It's pure experience. A connection."

Index, middle, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Saskia blinked out of her reverie. Aela stroked her own ring finger along its length and the soft pad of her thumb felt perfectly clear on Saskia's finger.

Even though Aela had let go of Saskia all together.

She was sat back in the seat, out of reach, simply holding her fingers up to Saskia's gaze. Saskia shook her hand but the ghost touch lingered. Ring, ring, ring. Aela sniggered. Saskia laughed nervously.

"No," she said, "That's not-" her brain stalled. Aela's thumb danced over her own hand, and Saskia felt every detail of the touch.

"You're very receptive!" Aela sparkled and lifted her hand to her face. She pressed her thick lips to it. Saskia melted as the firm pillows of Aela's kiss materialised in her palm.

But it seemed Aela had only just started. Shifting excitedly in the seat - planting a raised shin between them - she lightly offered her palm to her bare breast. Saskia caught her breath as a phantom nipple hardened against her hand.

Saskia wanted to say stop, she wanted to flee. But the feeling of Aela's body, of touching it in ways she would never dare, smouldered inside her. Her eyes dropped to the raised foot on the seat, hiding Aela's sex. She wanted more.

Aela swung her knee aside, and exposed the pushed out petals. She let Saskia take it in for a few speeding heartbeats, then her hand slipped down.

Saskia swallowed. Aela's tender flesh pressed to her palm. A hardened nub resolved under her finger tips. A, familiar illicit tingle nestled between her own, tightly crossed legs as she watched the voluptuous woman play with herself. The sensations transferred to her fingers had them wriggling as if Saskia was doing the playing.


Hollow



Saskia purred. But actually purred, a low croaky moan that made them both giggle. Aela beamed. She shivered, squeezed her mound once more, and let it go. Saskia marvelled at her blank open palm, haunted with the marshmallow resilience of the woman's pussy lips, and even a kiss of wetness.

"Don't stop." Saskia whispered.

"I've never met someone so... ravenous." Aela stroked her circle around her palm again, but spiralled out, sending tickles up Saskia's wrist.

Saskia closed her eyes and gave herself to the fingers sliding up her arm. Over her shoulder, neck, then teasing circles around her nipples. With her eyes closed, it was as if she was as naked as Aela.

She hummed and lay back. Aela's touch looped down under her dress, under her skirt. Saskia clasped herself but it made no difference, the caress slid around her hips, and lightly brushed her bottom. Then squeezed. Saskia squirmed, and sighed, surprised at how gentle, yet compelling a woman's touch was. Not to mention the depth of her longing for those intrepid fingers to curl underneath. Inside.

A stinging slap on the buttock jolted her eyes open. Aela was on her feet with a wicked smile, squeezing the smack out of her cheek, but Saskia was beyond games, her whole heart having shifted between her legs.

"Do you need to see... me?" She grabbed the hem of her skirt.

"Yep." Aela nodded vociferously and stroked her buttocks. Saskia's head spun with the sensation of stroking and squeezing Aela's smooth cheeks, while her own bottom tingled in response. With their sense of touch merged, Saskia had a sense of wearing Aela's skin, and of being inhabited herself, by a wilder soul.

"Will it help the process?" Saskia lifted her skirt.

Aela sighed and dropped to her knees. "Nope." She said, the tip of her tongue curling out.

Saskia laughed, wrapped her arms around her coyly pressed legs and lifted her feet in the air, leaning around them to enjoy the drill of Aela's widened gaze.

"Oh I see." Aela smirked at Saskia's revealed nakedness. "Cheeky. Turning up here all commando, ready for action. Not a girl girl, my arse." She growled. "God. That's way hornier than I imagined." Aela blatantly leered, and Saskia could not think of anything sexier than being found sexy by this woman, right now. Her clit pulsed in the space between them, her hole ached and melted for her.

Aela sent both hands down between her own legs and Saskia shivered at the explicit reprisal of how they met, but now delirious and magical. A mixed up sensation of a stranger's touch so intimate it was like her own, but once removed. Safe and irresistible and addressing a need she never knew she had.

Saskia slid her hands to work, too. Shocked at how she seemed fuller than she remembered. Her clit larger, her lips puffier. Maybe the connection was confusing Aela's fleshy flower for her own, but she had never felt so flushed up. And one of them was much, much wetter than Saskia had ever been.

Aela removed her fingers, putting a glistening one to her mouth. Saskia licked the echo of wet off her lips, tasting slick salt. Aela dipped her head and planted a kiss to the pucker of Saskia's sex. Just one, pushed firmly. Saskia whimpered, and Aela sat back, juices stringing between them, collecting on her plump lips and chin. Saskia bit her lip in a heady mix of shame and delight.

"F-Fuck. Eat me," Saskia muttered. She propped her heals on the edge of the seat, and spread her knees wide. "Please."

But, for now, only Aela's eyes devoured her. Sucking her lips, she sat back and spoke to Saskia's hole, to her hunger. "There are two things you need to know. If we're going to do this."

"Anything." Saskia reached beneath her and pulled her lips apart with trembling fingers. "Just do me."

Aela sighed, and swallowed. "First, because we're connected, once we touch, fully touch, skin to skin and... lips and tongues... there will be a resonant feedback. Like a microphone held close to a speaker. You might find it overwhelming."

Saskia stroked a rolling drip of arousal from the gutter of her bottom cleft, up over her clamouring clit. Aela grabbed her hand.

"Stop, wait. This feedback. It will permanently link us. Even after you leave today, and go back to your man. If one of us ever does this..." She stroked her ring finger three times. "And the other answers with the same, then we'll be together, no matter where we are, or how far apart, until we both orgasm."

Saskia's world had dipped into a purple dream. Intoxicated by the magic, by Aela's beauty, by the narcotic tea. Her body trembled for Aela's skin, her sex screamed for her mouth. At this point, Matt was a distant annoyance, a reminder of inevitability and control and shit sex. What harm would it do to have a secret lover. The most secret lover you could imagine. A phantom. Billie was getting the serving she needed, from Matt. Now it was Saskia's turn.

Saskia leant forward between her knees, took Aela's cheeks, and licked the drip of juice from her chin. Then she kissed her. Aela moaned, and swirled her tongue into her mouth. A swelling hum vibrated between them, whether their voices or some side effect of the mysterious feedback it was impossible to tell.

Aela sucked hungrily at Saskia's tongue, and clawed at her dress, tugging it up over her head, the touch of their nipples for the first time went off in her body like firecrackers. This was too much. But she needed more, much more. She dragged Aela's head down to her bucking hips.

Grinning, Aela dug her mouth at Saskia's pussy, wriggling her tongue deep into her hole and lapping it slick over her bursting clit, both whimpering so loudly, and so utterly in unison, they giggled. Saskia clawed at Aela's wild hair, locking her feet behind the woman's head, her hole pulsing kisses at Aela's exquisite softness already. No prickly stubble, no half hearted sandpaper rasp of the tongue. A long, liquid, tug at the tail of her monster climax. And she was going to cum in a heartbeat.

But, hang on.

She covered her sex, panting. "You said two things... what was the other thing?"

Aela lifted her head, swallowing and wrinkling her forehead. "Other thing? Oh. That. I'm afraid, this time? We can't cum. The feedback would kill us."

"Actually... kill us?"

Aela nodded, trying to nuzzle past Saskia's fingers.

Saskia pushed her back and stood up. "But after, we can cum anytime?"

Aela lay back on the wooden floor, and butterflied her knees, her labia blossoming, juices looping between her thighs. "More or less, if we need to."

Saskia stepped astride Aela's face, took a long deep breath, and then lowered herself into place. They cried out once, into each other, then neither said another word.

#

"Show me." Saskia pushed Matt's hug away.

"Come on, babe I only just got in, at least let me shower—"

"So you did it?"

He shrugged.

"Fucksake! Show me. Now."

If she was honest, a part of her didn't care quite this much. She felt he expected her to be this way, so she was.

It had been a whole day since Aela and Saskia's exquisitely frustrating tryst. Saskia hadn't the nerve to call Aela to action, to cum together and consummate their partnership. Most of all she feared it wouldn't work, the weird finger rub thing, and the hypno-magic would be exposed as a fevered dream. And even though her ring finger had been itching all day, Saskia worried that might be just psychosomatic, and ignored it.

They had spent the afternoon working each other up to crisis point, then sitting apart, drinking heady mint tea and eyeing each other hungrily. Until a brushed arm or a breath kissing a cheek kicked it all off again.

But there was a limit to how much they could take. The rush of orgasm loomed so close, that, before Saskia tore herself away from that charmed place, a single look threatened to set off a dangerous avalanche of climax.

Almost immediately, Saskia had felt foolish. She even questioned her sanity, especially when she found her ring, at home on her desk. The guilt trip, alone, ruined her buzz from the hours of foreplay. She had not released since, in fact, and her need to cum had grown a hard shell about a kind of bursting, aching hollow.

And Matt looked irresistible. Gigantic, super-heroic. His calm, strong, beautiful face made her want to blub tears of joy. While she squatted on it.

Was this wrong? Was it also wrong that part of her wanted the exquisite pain of watching him do his friend, before doing Saskia with every means at his disposal? These weren't emotions she thought she could have. She felt infected by Aela. And liked it.

Matt huffed, they sat together and he called up the video.

Billie stood next to him in a hotel room, both in their underwear. Both slumped and grim faced. Even Matt's buff body looked deflated.

Billie spoke. "Just to say, Saskia, this is fucked up and I never wanted your boyfriend."

She pulled down her knickers and Saskia smirked at the cute bald mound. She sat on the corner of the bed, legs apart, while Matt yanked off his shorts and tried flapping life into his limp member. It wouldn't harden. Billie tutted and grabbed his hips, taking the stubborn meat into her mouth.

Offscreen, Matt put his arm round Saskia's shoulder, but she shrugged him off. The reality of this turned her inside out. Especially as Billie's blowjob seemed to work, getting him at least half-hard. Billie lay back again, pulled back her knees and he tried to get his half-mast into her.

She squirmed and he squirmed. He muttered something about lube. She pushed his head down between her legs.

Still in her bra, feet on his shoulders, she frowned down at him, snapping. "Not there. There. No. Lightly. No. No. Oh fuck this."

She pushed him away, and stomped toward the camera, yelling. "Out!" The video went black. The entire event, after days of Saskia's agonising, had taken less than two minutes.

Saskia wiped tears from her cheeks, surprised to find Matt doing the same. They hugged.

"So. You got that out of your system?" He rumbled.

"Not yet," She said. "But I will, once you've had a shower." She squeezed his jeans and kissed his neck. "You would not believe how filthy my mind has been without you."

Matt ran to the bathroom.

"Oh Sasquatch!" He shouted over the shower gush, "Billie gave me a note for you, in my pocket!"

It wasn't a note, it was a thumb drive in an envelope. Saskia plugged it into her laptop. Another video, titled: "Saskia's Eyes Only."

It must have picked up where the other one ended, Billie was alone, sitting cross-legged on her bed, still dressed in just her bra.

"Listen," she said, "I think we've proved that there was never anything between me and your model boy, but that's not the real problem is it?"

She uncrossed her legs and sat on her hands. Her shaven pussy so invisible in this position, Billie look neutered, like a half-dressed doll.

"It's so cruel, what you asked of us. Especially as I reckon you're the only person to figure out I'm a lesbian. Even when I'm still coming to terms with it." She rubbed one foot over the other like nervous wringing hands. She sighed. "Thing is, I sense the same in you. You're confused which way you swing, too, aren't you, Babe? A hunger for something else? In you, it's kind of vampiric, though. I've seen how to look at me. Those black, all consuming photographer's eyes. Little mouths. Taking in my ass when you think I can't see. And, whenever you can, eating me up, down here." She opened her knees a little and leant back on her hands. She spoke to the pink split ball of her mound.

"You know what I reckon? I reckon that's why you're marrying a man you've known for, like, a month. Over compensating." She lifted her feet onto the bed in a splayed M, the rude tongue of her inner lips poking out at Saskia. "Well, I've known Matt all my life and I know when he's in love. You're tearing him apart while you sort out your issues. And I'm sorry to say I'm going to confuse you even more." She tipped her head sideways, flushed, and waved her knees.

"I've fancied you since I first met you, and know you feel the same. So make a choice. Now. Before it's too late. And since this whole thing about Matt and I making a sex tape for you, was really you wanting to get my knickers off." She flipped over onto her front. "This is for you."

She planted her knees wide, bottom up and face on the bed. Wriggling fingers appeared at her split peach, along with a faint slurping noise amidst the hissy silence of the room. Saskia turned off the video.

A week ago, Billie would have been right. Saskia had never wanted to admit it, but she was fascinated by Matt's sex-kitten best friend. She would have watched that video, more than once, and Matt might have been dumped and she might be with Billie, and that would have been a mistake.

Saskia didn't want men or women. The universe was bigger than that, now, and she wanted to consume every bit of it, with every bit of her. She rubbed her ring finger three times. And stripped.

Matt did not know what hit him when he stepped out of the bathroom - muscles quivering as he buffed dry - and Saskia launched at him, dropping to her knees and ripping away the towel.

Aela curled around her body like a scented breeze, at first, as Saskia pecked kisses to Matt's quickly thickening cock. Then while he grew rigid in her mouth, Aela's touches resolved to fingers, lips and tongue on her nipples and stomach. "You took your time, I've been desperate!" Aela's voice throbbed numbly in Saskia's chest. "This your man? Nice one. Mm, he's certainly a mouthful isn't he?"

By the time Aela's head was tucked beneath Saskia's spread knees she was glitteringly visible. Saskia gasped off Matt, rubbing his great fat pole briskly in two hands.

"Can you see that?" She said, leaning back to present Aela's nuzzling head. In fact her whole body was visible now, stretched out below them, fingers swirling at her own sex while she lapped at Saskia's.

"Fuck," Matt peered down. Saskia's stomach lurched. He blinked. "I've never seen you so wet."

"Only you can see me, silly girl." Aela's sniggers vibrated around Saskia's clit. Saskia hid her moan in sliding Matt back into her mouth.

"Let me fuck you," he said.

"But I want to suck it off," Saskia said. Matt groaned.

"Fuck me first," Aela whined, "I'll cum dead quick I promise, quicker than him, then we can—"

"Fucksake." Saskia stood, wrapped her arms around Matt's neck, and her leg around his waist. Effortlessly, he picked her up and lowered her into his rigid cock. Aela started a cheer that ended in expletives as Matt filled them completely.

Saskia bit hard on her urge to cum as her world reduced to a slippery clamouring glove of nerves around his massive and irrepressible slide. Hollowing her out, igniting her. Them. Aela shimmered all over Saskia's skin, superimposed, bearing down at his thrusts, grunting "Yes. Yes."

To distract herself, Saskia took Aela's hands and lips on a ride over Matt's arms and chest. This didn't help at all. Matt grabbed their bottom and picked up speed, hammering hard and fast.

"Don't cum." Saskia muttered. To both Matt and herself.

"Too late!" Aela howled, her orgasm bursting out and sparkling her up in waves of tingling, pulsing light that rippled outward from her sex. Saskia couldn't hold back. Powerless in the tsunami of their shared ecstasy, drowned mute by it, she clawed Matt's shoulders like a life preserver, giving over to him completely as he rammed them up and down on his rigid shaft.

After their afternoon of taking each other to the brink of orgasm, and then a day of holding back, Saskia and Aela gushed now, chewing hips at Matt in a feeding frenzy, drawing the high out as long as they could.

Saskia never wanted it to end, lost in the meaty throb of her orgasm, she didn't notice Aela's slow separation. It was the desperate, ghostly pull on her ring finger that brought her round.

Aela had gone, and Saskia was being tossed like a rag-doll up and down on Matt's dripping piston, his jaw set.

She sighed. Time slowed. She needed more, she would have more. She stroked her ring finger, kissed her fiancée and whispered him down from the brink. As Aela swirled about her like a joyous sprite, Saskia turned round, leant against a mirror wall and planted her feet wide.

Matt grunted and pulled her onto him again. She was so wet and open he slid straight in to the hilt without even breaking his rhythm. She wondered if he even noticed. Aela chuckled and settled beneath them, leaning up and nestling her face between and under her buttocks, licking Saskia while Matt fucked from behind her with a slow, deep relentlessness. Saskia tasted herself on Aela's lips, felt her own hard nub in her mouth as well as the rhythmic slap of Matt's huge balls on it.

She sighed off the rush of another climax, up on her toes, tipping up her hips. Her hole fluttered on Matt's hardness, melting into Aela's mouth. She was all powerful, she could do this all day.

But Matt couldn't, judging by the stiff shudders in his movements. She looked over her shoulder, and rocked her buttocks back, slapping them at his hips, smiling at the look of barely controlled panic on his face. Matt's deep penetration, combined with the swirl of Aela's hot slick tongue, swelled her climax again. She shivered and sighed it off one more time. He could wait.

"F-fuck!" he roared.

Saskia yelped and spun, dropped to her haunches and gobbled his slippery meat back into her mouth.

Aela's limpet licking grew urgent and indefinably gorgeous. Her muffled moans grew falsetto into Saskia's sex, vibrating through her body and humming out of Saskia's mouth as she sucked Matt's taut quivering bulb, her hands blurring and down him. Their entangled orgasm flared from Aela's tongue and fingers, stoked by Matt's delicious plunge.

Matt arched up onto his toes. "I'm cumming! Get a tissue, get a—"

Frantic jets filled her mouth, then Saskia tremmored into climax, twitching on Aela's howling mouth whilst gulping between squeals of pleasure.

Matt's knees unhinged under Saskia's onslaught and he crumpled slowly to his knees, then toppled onto his back. But she couldn't stop, suckered to him all the way down, giggling, and enjoying the super silky slide of her tongue under his pumping head.

She settled on all fours, nodding at Matt's softening erection, pushing her hips back at Aela's dissolving tongue.

"More," she muttered, lapping at her fiancées exhausted cock and stroking her ring finger for her lover's mouth. "Please. More."

Matt shuddered, gathered her to him and held her tight. Aela didn't return, Matt's cock flopped flaccid.

"Outstanding blowjob," he said.

Saskia writhed in his arms, rocking her hips at the packs of muscle on his leg. She leant up to kiss him, but he curled his lip and dodged it.

"I've got a hungry hole," she growled. He chuckled automatically and tried to get up, but she'd climbed on top of him, pinned his arms and straddled his torso. She rolled her hips on his hard stomach. "My cunt could cum on your six-pack."

"Easy, tiger." He said, smiling and frowning at the same time. He sat up as if she wasn't there and she slid down his trunk like a cartoon cat on a greased pole, dumped on her bottom.

He rolled to his feet, and strolled off to their dressing room, squeezing his pendulous nethers with a wince. "Wow, Sasquatch, you've actually sucked me completely dry. Gonna call you Sucksquatch from now on."

Saskia glowered down at the engorged, slavering maw between her legs.

Then she saw Matt's phone on the sofa in the other room, with her discarded clothes.

She scampered over. Two taps and Billie's phone was ringing. One ring and she answered: "Yo, Fuckface!"

"Sexy vid," said Saskia.

Billie gulped, audibly. "Saskia, I'm so—"




Hollow



"I'm coming to eat you." Saskia navigated the armholes of her dress with the phone. "Now."

Billie giggled.

"Oh and Billie?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"When we're both done..." She looked around for her knickers, then decided not to bother. "I want you to meet a friend of mine. An artist."



Hollow Eve



As 'All Hallows Eve' approaches, a young man carves his way into weirdness, lust and a terrible choice...

Richard was angry. His anger was nothing compared to his frustration. Friday night, 'the' Friday night, all his friends would be at the party, most of all Rachel would be at the party. "Fuck." Richard slashed at a discarded pumpkin, venting his anger, not that it made him feel better, right then nothing would make him feel better. All his efforts, all the planning, the endless hours wasted, tonight would have been his night, his night with Rachel. "Fuck."

Scowling, Richard picked up the next pumpkin and began to carve, stabbing the knife into the big orange fruit, each stab accompanied by another curse, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." To his left a small pile of completed jack-o'-lanterns, to his right a huge pile of pumpkins. His night's work, his entire fucking weekends work... "Fuck."

Even in his anger he carved carefully, anger didn't really suit him, as angry as he was he knew it was not his father's fault, "why now? Why did it have to be this fucking weekend?" He stabbed the knife into another pumpkin, left it buried deep as he turned away and walked across the yard to the house to get a drink.

The answering machine was flashing, popping the soda Richard stabbed the play button, 'You have two messages' Beep. "Hi Richard, I'm at the hotel, your father is fine, they are keeping him in tonight and will operate in the morning as planned, I'll call you tomorrow once it's over, if you need anything call Mr Turner. I know you'll work hard, we'll make it up to you, I promise." At least his parents understood, well, not about going all the way with Rachel, but about the party and his missing out. Beep "Hi Rich," Rachel's voice clear even with the voices of her friends in the background, "You had your chance, now Todd is with me, maybe you'll see me later." Beep.

"Fuck."

He could picture them right then. Rachel surrounded by her friends, Todd by his, if their college had cheerleaders Rachel would be the captain, if there was a football team Todd would be the quarter-back. "Fuck." Richard drained the soda can and crumpled it in his fist, "why did I think I had a chance?" Of course he knew the answer, he had loved Rachel forever, they had grown up together, her parents farm adjoined his own families farm. They had been each other's first, first friend, first kiss, and tonight, tonight would have been another first.

Back out in the barn the huge pile of pumpkins waited, the knife still buried deep. Richard pulled it free and went to work, after all, his family needed the money, just like his father needed the hernia operation, when the call came offering him an early date it had been too good to turn down. So with his parents away, Richard was left home alone, with a full weekend of work ahead, a barn full of pumpkins to turn into jack-o'-lanterns, two days to think about what might have been, about Rachel...

Richard was honest enough to admit it was his own fault, not that he was to blame for standing her up, but the whole idea of going out with her, that was doomed from the start and he knew it. Yet still he had persisted, walked a fine line between attentive and doormat, gentleman and servant. He had seen it before, how Rachel would twist a guy around her little finger, return adoration with puppetry, smiling, teasing, all the while pulling the strings and watching the poor guy dance. Yet still Richard had pursued her, stopping short of becoming her lackey, none the less he had been polite, attentive, most of all sincere. For months he had quietly pursued her, now she was with Todd.

Richard stacked another jack-o'-lantern on the slowly growing pile, taking the next big orange fruit he cut away the top, lifting it away whilst he scooped out the juicy flesh within, carefully separating the seeds, which went into small bins, whilst the juicy flesh of the fruit went into the big bins. Replacing the top of the fruit he next carved out the face, the leering smile and angular nose, finally the eyes. His actions by now automatic, muscles working without conscious effort, leaving his mind free, his thoughts still fixed on Rachel.

If he couldn't be with her tonight, he could at least have her in his mind, and go all the way... It didn't take a lot to picture her body, not when she habitually wore such tiny bikinis. Lightly tanned and deliciously curved, just the thought of her body was enough to arouse him.

For the first time that evening Richard smiled, his hands busy working whilst his mind played out what might have been. Richard took his time, his fantasy too long awaited to rush, just as he wouldn't have rushed her, he wasn't a skilled lover, he lacked the experience, but still he knew better than to rush, knew that taking it slowly would make it better, better for both of them.

Slowly, step by step he worked his way towards his goal, imagining the build up, dancing with her, the feel of her warm body again his when the music slowed and he could draw her close, inhale her scent and feel her curves beneath his hands, her arms around his neck as they kissed.

The knife sank deep and stopped, buried to the hilt in the next big orange fruit as Richard imagined their tongues going deep, he could almost taste her. He breathed deeply, his hand straying to ease his cock inside his jeans. He had been stiff since he pictured her outfit, now his cock was rock hard, aching, almost as much as his balls were aching. With a conscious effort his body went back to work, his mind still lost in his day dream.

Evening gave way to night before Richard gave way to his lust. In his mind Rachel was stripped naked, her body pressed to his, her eyes shinning with need, her body built for pleasure, his pleasure. The ache in his balls spurred him on, his rigid cock straining inside his jeans, time to let it free, time to sink it into Rachel's hot wet cunt...

The knife sliced off the top of the next pumpkin, then sank into the juicy flesh within, slicing and dicing, the razor edged blade stirring, pulling out, a quick thrust, a twist, the knife dropped to the floor...

Richard closed his eyes as he imagined her lips closing around his cock, his hands rested on her head, gently, not gripping, just encouraging, it felt so fucking good..!! Afterwards he couldn't remember opening his jeans, or working them down, all he could remember was the velvet heat of her mouth, his throbbing cock thrusting, deeper, faster, until finally he could hold back no longer. Richard cried out as he came, picturing the look in Rachel's eyes as she swallowed his cum, his body trembling, hips still pumping spasmodically as she drained him, sucked his balls dry.

A groan of long awaited satisfaction, Richard opened his eyes, shocked to see his hands gripping the pumpkin, his cock buried deep inside the juicy flesh, impaling the big orange fruit through a hole carved in the side. He pulled back, his softening cock withdrawing slowly, covered in sticky juice and his own cum... "Fuck." Confused, embarrassed, he leaned forward again, his cock burying itself once more. Richard blushed, embarrassed at what he had done, tired too.

Backing away from the work area he stumbled and fell, landing on a pile of loose straw used for packing the pumpkins, Richard closed his eyes, lust turning to shame. As his heartbeat slowed he slipped into sleep, the pumpkin still cradled in his hands, his cock still buried, the sticky mixture of juice and cum seeping slowly out to soak his crotch. Richard slept.

It felt good, better than his dreams. Richard had never slept with a girl in his arms, never awoken with his cock buried in her mouth. Even without opening his eyes he knew it would look as good as it felt... "Fuck." His eyes snapped open, hands dragging at her head as he remembered last night, his imaginary date, the pumpkin, the embarrassment... But it wasn't a pumpkin, it wasn't Rachel...! It was... "Fuck"

"Oh I do hope so." The girl's voice warmed him like a fire, her eyes dancing like flames, for a second she paused, her perfect teeth dazzling white against her tongue, her tongue which cradled his cum, just for a second, then she winked, swallowed and smiled. "You taste good."

"I'm dreaming. Fuck." Richard closed his eyes and breathed out, forcing every last little bit of air from his lungs, then breathed in slowly, a full, deep, breath. Eyes opening once more only to find she was still there, smiling at him.

"Can we start again?" His voice hesitant, even though he believed his eyes, as unbelievable as that seemed right then. 

"Sure," the girl had let his cock slip from her mouth, now she bent and kissed the still swollen head, "I'm Eve, pleased to meet you... both." Her eyes still dancing, filled with warmth and humour, yet it seemed she was laughing with him, not at him. Lifting one slim dainty hand she first grasped and shook his cock, his now rapidly hardening cock, then after lifting her hand to lick her palm clean of his cum, their cum? Eve extended her arm and took his hand, shaking it as she grinned. "Relax, please, you're not dreaming, I'm real, thanks to you."

"To me?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

To m... but how?"

"With this wonderful cock of yours," the girl paused to kiss the head of his cock, "and the knife of course, very important." Eve grinned, "you were thinking about a girl, weren't you.? A very sexy girl.?" Richard blushed. "No need to be embarrassed."

"How did..? How do you know..?"

"Look." Eve nodded her head towards the pile of finished pumpkins Richard had done whilst daydreaming. "It's obvious, look.. you started out carving jack-o'-lanterns, but those..." Eve grinned again, Richard blushed more. "Those last ones are definitely jill-o'-lanterns..."

Richard stared at the pumpkins, Eve was right, somehow his thoughts had guided the knife, for the faces carved in the big orange fruit were different, somehow very female, sexy. "Oh fuck."

"Mmm, yes please," Eve giggled, her fingers tightening around his cock, "do you think I we could fuck properly this time? You taste wonderful, but I'd really like to feel you inside me... Please..?"

For a second Richard thought he really must still be dreaming, but the pressure of her hand around his cock drove any doubts away, drove everything away, everything but lust. "Oh yes, umm, please." Before he could say anything else Eve had moved up closer, straddling his legs, her hands on his chest as she lifted her hips then lowered herself onto his cock, impaling herself with a long slow sigh that mirrored her body that sank down to take him all.

"So good... So hard.. So long.." Eve began riding him, her body bobbing up and down, hips twisting, tits moving, but not much, for Richard's hands covered them, squeezing as her hands guided his. "..So long since the last time."

Richard didn't have much experience, but he did want to be a good lover, considerate, caring, not like the jocks at college, the 'fuck 'em and forget 'em' guys. Richard wanted to be a generous lover, but right then all he could think of was her heat, her hot tight wet juicy heat, and the way his cock jerked as she dropped down upon him. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His chant grew louder, faster, matching her moves as she rode him hard and fast.

Richard dug his fingers into the firm smoothness of her tits, felt her nipples pressing into his palms, felt her hot cunt squeezing his cock, he cried out as he came, lost in the pleasure of his cum filling her hot deep cunt. Eve groaned as she felt him cum, ground her hips down hard and rocked rapidly back and forth, grinding her clit against the root of his cock, using friction to complete what his cock had almost achieved. Her scream filled the barn.

He body tingling with delicious aftershocks, Eve leaned forward to lay upon Richard's chest, careful to keep her hips pressed down, not wanting his cock to leave her still pulsing cunt. It had been a long time, Eve wanted more, a lot more, sex was not all she wanted, but it was a good start, maybe even a way to get the other thing...?

For a long time they lay still, hugging, kissing, Richard too tired, too astonished, too confused to do much more than hug and kiss this wonderful girl who seemed content to lay there with him.

Hunger woke him, hunger and the urgent need to pee. Richard groaned as he realised his cock was once again stiff, stiff and still buried inside Eve... He turned his head and kissed her neck, waking her. "I.. umm.. need.. bathroom." Cursing himself for being so shy, Richard started to frown, her kisses stopped him. "Me too, I gotta pee." Eve kissed him once more then tucked her legs and stood up, momentarily standing astride him, looking down, smiling, even as he looked up, seeing her nakedness, seeing everything. Even as he blushed he realised she had made no move to cover herself, showed no annoyance at him looking, she just smiled. "Fuck.!"

Eve giggled as she helped him dress, then took his hand, seemingly unconcerned at her own nakedness as they opened the barn door and hurried across to the house, the night was cold and even that short dash had her shivering, in the bathroom Richard got another shock. Eve beat him to the toilet, sitting down as he struggled to undo his jeans. He turned away, embarrassed, for her? For himself? He wasn't sure.

"It's just pee," Eve smiled, "Why get embarrassed by what is natural?" Before he could answer she stood, grinning, "all yours." her words hanging as she darted into the shower, yelping at the cold water, then "Yay," as the hot water kicked in and steam began to rise.

No sooner had Richard flushed the toilet when Eve's voice sang out, "come on in, the water's lovely." He didn't need a second invitation, holding Eve in his arms was better than he ever imagined holding a girl could be, much better than his few experiences to date, adding shower gel and soapy bubbles just made it better still.

Thoroughly washed and pleasantly aroused they towelled each other dry, their hunger for each other put aside whilst they dealt with their other hunger, food. It felt a little weird to be naked in the kitchen, Richard still felt self conscious, even though Eve seemed perfectly at home with her nudity. He had started to get out the makings for sandwiches before Eve had gently elbowed him aside, "you make us coffee, I'll make us dinner, ok?"

Now Richard sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee cradled in his hands as he watched Eve move around the kitchen, graceful and confident as she conjured a meal, seemingly without effort or recipe. Right then it wasn't her cooking skills that held Richard's attention, it was her body, the whispered promise she made in the shower, and her smile, even now as she glanced at him she was smiling. Somehow Richard knew it was not just a smile, it was for him, and him alone. "Fuck."

They ate together, eyes devouring each other as they consumed the meal. Richard could still hardly believe what had happened, how lucky he was, the girl of his dreams, no, wrong, a girl more perfect than any he had hoped for, right there across the table, the house to themselves for two more days, if only... The clock on the wall watched them malevolently, from the window he could see the barn across the yard, could imagine the pile of pumpkins still to be carved... "Fuck..!!"

No sooner had Richard cursed when he felt a warmth engulf his cock, Eve had slipped beneath the table, now the wet heat of her mouth sucked him deeper, one hand cupping his balls. He groaned as her tongue curled around his shaft, her lips closing around the base as the head of his cock throbbed in sync with the pulsing of her throat constricting around his hardness as Eve swallowed repeatedly, endlessly, until his body tensed and he gasped, knuckles white from gripping the table, eyes closed as he shot his load deep into her throat.

When Richard opened his eyes Eve had already placed fresh mugs of coffee on the table, now she swung one toned leg over his, settling down astride his thighs, hands moving to cup his face as she kissed him. "We have work to do before we can play." She kissed him again for punctuation. "Together we can do the work in half the time, together we can do anything..." Another kiss punctuated her words. For one irreverent moment Richard wondered if her pussy taught grammar... Then her words sank in, he smiled, then grinned.

"You're amazing, beautiful, absolutely-fucking-perfect..."

Eve smiled, "if you say so.."

"I do."

For a moment a shadow passed within her eyes, her voice so soft he wasn't sure he heard her right, "I'm not perfect, just yours... I hope"

By the time Richard had drained the coffee mug his cock was hard, pressed against the wetness of her pussy as she straddled him. "I want you Richard, I want your cock in me, now, always, anytime, anywhere..." The whispered promise she made in the shower made his cock throb. "But..." Her voice was firm, as rigid as his cock, "First we work, then we fuck."

Richard groaned, his cock sliding between the wetness of her lips, she moaned too, pressed down for a moment, then stood up, "come on."

"Almost." Richard gasped, then he to stood, "I need to get dressed, you too."

"In what?"

It was only then that Richard realised she had no clothes, she had nothing, it really wasn't a dream, it was real..!!

"I'll.. umm... I'll find you something..."

"Why? Don't you like me as I am?" 

"But.. well... you're naked.."

"So?"

"So you're beautiful, but don't you want to be dressed whilst we work?"

"No, not unless you want me to dress."

"Umm.."

"Good, now get dressed, times wasting..." Eve smiled, then turned to clear the dishes as he headed to his bedroom to dress.

* * *

They worked in companionable silence, the hours flying by almost as fast as the piles of completed pumpkins grew. Eve disappeared for a while, returning with coffee and doorstep sandwiches, it was only then that Richard realised it was lunchtime.

"Sit down and get comfortable." Eve nodded towards the straw pile, then still carrying the tray, she moved astride him before kneeling down facing him. With the tray safely placed on the straw bale besides them, she deftly released his cock from his jeans before wriggling closer, impaling herself.

Richard lifted his hands, intent on grasping her breasts, only to have a sandwich thrust into one hand, a mug of coffee into the other. "Eat, we're not fucking."

"We're not?"

"No." Eve squirmed a little, "I'm just getting comfortable," she grinned, "and reminding you of what comes after work."

"Not sure I can wait." Richard's cock was throbbing inside her hungry pussy.

"Eat..!!"

Richard grinned, his thoughts reflected by the look in his eyes.

"Your sandwich, not me..!!" Eve winked, "That cums later.."

As Richard swallowed the last bite of sandwich Eve stood up, then knelt again, sucking their juices from his cock before tucking him back into his jeans, "back to work." Her cheery voice encouraging him, almost as much as her eyes lusted after him.

Growing up on the farm meant Richard was used to hard, sometimes monotonous work, yet by the evening when they finally stopped, he was amazed at how well they had done, far better than he had hoped, they would easily be finished tomorrow.

Eve wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed against him, her voice velvet, "remember what I promised you in the shower..?

Richard groaned, hugged her, "Oh yes..!!"

"Then lets go get clean... and dirty." For a moment her tongue caressed his, then she spun away, giggling, racing across the chill air of the yard to the warmth of the house. Richard forced himself to turn everything off and lock up before following her. Stripping off as he locked the kitchen door and headed to the bathroom, a trail of sweat stained clothes scattered behind him.




Hollow Eve



Eve was already submerged in steam, the hot water turning her smooth skin pink, the shower gel already pooled in her hand as he entered. Her hands felt so good as she soaped him, her body felt even better as he returned the favour, until they were both covered head to foot in creamy lather.

It was then that Eve's fingers closed around the base of his stiff cock, holding him as she turned around and bent over, still holding him as she pressed back against him, the tiles cool on his ass as hers pressed harder, her fingers guiding his cock as the head pressed against her puckered rosebud, a little more pressure and he entered her.

"Hold my hips, then fuck me, fuck me hard, take me, make me yours, fuck my ass...!!" As she spoke Eve pressed back all the way, burying him inside herself, then reaching out, hands on the opposite wall to brace herself as she felt his strong hands settle on her hips. His fingers dug deep, his cock even deeper.

Inside Richard something snapped, his lust slipped the leash of respectability, no trace of tenderness remained, just urgent primal need that swelled his cock and drove him to take her, for the first time in his life Richard let go utterly. Trapped by his strong hands and her own need Eve matched his lust, back arched as her arms locked, pushing back, rolling her hips to take him deeper.

Gasping, sobbing, both lost in lust, no longer fucking, they rutted, hard and fast, trembling with need as they both neared their carnal climax. Eve screamed, every muscle straining as she gushed her cumming, splattering his balls with her hot juices, that set Richard off, his fingers driving beneath her hip bones as her forced himself deeper inside her hot velvet ass and held tight as his cock throbbed and spat, his eyes closed, mouth gaping in a rictus of pleasure.

Gasping for breath Eve reached back, hooking her fingers around his thighs, holding herself in place. Richard too was gasping, body bowed over hers, chest heaving as he fought to regain control of himself. Awestruck by what he had done, how he had felt, utterly spent, yet still swollen, his cock trapped, squeezed tight by her powerful muscles, drained of cum but full of blood, his cock throbbed almost painfully.

At first he was content to just remain there, catching his breath, gathering his thoughts, on impulse he let go of her hips with his right hand, thrust into her then pulled back fast exposing her rounded ass. 'SMACK' Eve screamed in surprise, the pain nothing compared to the feelings it evoked.

"Thank you, please may I have another?"

Richard had spanked her harder than he intended, so hard his hand smarted, the tone of her voice and the sway of her hips were undeniable... He struck again, and again, each time she screamed, each time Eve thanked him then begged for another. On and on, spank and beg, until her ass was cherry red and his hand burned.

"Thank you, please may I have another?" He voice cracking, unseen tears dripping freely, still Eve begged.

"NO..!"

Wrenching himself away from her Richard spun her into his arms and jerked the shower control, drenching them both, the water sluicing away the sweat that had already washed away the soapy lather. "Why?" he asked, holding the sobbing girl in his arms. "Why?"

"Because... because I'm yours, because you wanted it, because....." Her voice faded, washed away by her tears.

He held her tight for a long time, held her until the water began to cool, only then did he shut it off and lift her up, carrying her out to where the towels hung ready, still holding her as he dried them both, her first, patting her scarlet ass tenderly. Only then did he see the bruises forming where his fingers had gripped her hips.

"I never... I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorr...." Before he could finish she twisted around, her eyes flashing, chin and tits thrust out.

"Hurt me? You didn't hurt me..!! You used me, you fucked me, and I loved it, every second of it.!! Hurt me? What is a little pain against such passion? I loved it..!! I love y...." She stopped abruptly, the last word catching in her throat, her sudden anger replaced by... doubt?

Eve turned away, then looked back at him, unable to hide or run, instead she wiggled her ass and winked, "hungry, big boy?" Then she fled to the kitchen to prepare their dinner, leaving Richard staring after her, dumbstruck, awestruck, lovestruck.

It was only later, after they had eaten and washed up, later when they lay together in front of the fire, flames dancing on their nakedness that it all fell apart.

Richard looked deep into her eyes, his voice husky with feeling as he spoke, "I love you."

There before him Eve dissolved, her eyes suddenly drowning in tears, body trembling with his tender embrace.

"I know."

Confused, he held her tighter, still looking onto her eyes, "then what's wrong?"

Eve silenced him with a kiss, a kiss so tender, so full of passion, yet somehow desperate. Finally, reluctantly, she pulled away, still so close that as she spoke her lips brushed his.

"In two days it will be Halloween, in two days I'll be gone.

"Gone?"

"Turned back into a pumpkin, a jill-o'-lantern, a hollow eve, unless.."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you chose to keep me, and send another in my place."

"What..!!"

"You have to choose, Richard, you can keep me, forever, I'm yours, willingly, utterly, but you have to choose. At midnight on All Hallows Eve, one of us will be gone, me or whoever you chose."

"Anyone?"

"No, not anyone, a girl, a girl you lust after, a girl you want... that is your choice, who to sacrifice, me? Or her?





Richard chose.



Hollow in the Sand



Simon had been right: there was a new hollow in the surface of the earth, torn out of it by the violence of the gale the night before. Inside it the sand was pristine, smooth. Elena stood with him for a moment looking down into it, wondering at it. Behind them the beach was bare and hostile, swept by the icy wind that still blew strongly in the aftermath of storm that had created this new place. 

Her hand in his, Elena allowed Simon to lead her down into the hollow, to its centre, where they stood looking around them. They could not see beyond its rim. The air was completely still where they stood, utterly quiet, as if it were part of a different world. 

"We're completely out of sight," Simon said. "It's our own private place." 

Elena leaned her body against his, feeling its strength and angularity and hardness. They had been lovers for only three weeks, giving each other their virginity. At nineteen, Elena knew well that she had remained virgin far longer than her friends; Simon, a year younger, had been acutely conscious of his own inexperience. His body was to Elena still a thing of wonder and delight; she rejoiced in it, explored it, marvelled at it. 

They had told each other that they loved each other three months ago. Together they had travelled down the path towards the inevitable that they both desired; and then it had happened, quite unexpectedly for both of them, one afternoon when Elena's mother had gone out and left them alone. When her mother returned Simon and Elena had installed themselves in the sunroom, ostentatiously watching a video; Elena remembered her mother pausing on her way through to the kitchen as she caught sight of them; she had looked at them searchingly for a moment, then smiled quietly to herself. 

There had been no objection from Elena's parents when she announced shortly afterwards that she intended to spend a week alone with Simon at his parents' house at Cape Schank. 

Elena loved making love with Simon. She loved the feeling of him entering her; every time it was fresh and new, this hard, warm bar pushing inside her, filling her completely. She loved to feel him move inside her and his sperm flood into her. She loved the satisfaction and relief she was able to give him. They made love as often as they could find the opportunity; down here on their own, they made love several times every day. 

Elena had not expected to have orgasms with him. She had never had one, not even when she masturbated, which she had occasionally done since she was a child. She experienced pleasure from touching herself down there, from being touched down there, and eventually would feel a sense of relief, relaxation of tension; but she had read about orgasms and she had heard other girls talk about them and she knew that what she experienced was not the same. She did not regret the absence. It was enough for her just to be with him. It was enough for her to be made love to by him. 

"We're the first people ever to be here," Elena said. "Until now, this place did not exist. I feel like an explorer." 

"Are you feeling adventurous, then?" Simon asked, looking in her eyes. 

In response, Elena kissed him. The kiss surprised her: she had intended it to be light and friendly, but it was immediately deep and intense; it made her draw her breath sharply. She could sense that Simon felt it too. Simultaneously their bodies moved together and Elena felt as if she were moulded against him, as if the two of them had become a single organism. Without separating, they lowered themselves to the ground, Elena on her back feeling the sand on the back of her head and in her hair, Simon above her. Elena looked up at him. His eyes were deep enough to drown in. 

Simon kissed her again and placed his hand on her breast. Elena was suddenly aroused, aroused in a way she had not felt before. It was as if he were touching not just her breast, but her inner being, bringing it alive. She felt a strong pulse down there, down in that place between her legs, making her clench the muscles of her inner thighs and her belly and her groin. She pressed herself against him and gripped his buttocks through his blue jeans and strained their centres together. She could feel his hard cock through the layers of clothing. 

Elena could not wait. She removed her anorak and began to unbuckle her belt. Simon did the same. In a moment their jeans were off, then their underwear. Simon's cock appeared enormous in comparison with his body. Elena laid her anorak as a blanket on the sand. She lay on her back, her buttocks on the anorak, and opened her legs. Simon moved above her. They were both hurrying, moving as quickly as they could. She wanted him inside her right now. 

She felt his cock against her and reached down to it. She felt for her lips with the fingers of her left hand and parted them; she was moist and slippery inside, ready for him. With her right hand she guided the tip of his cock to her entrance and raised her hips to meet him as he pushed inside her. 

Elena gasped as the whole thick, strong length of him filled her at one stroke. 

"God!" she heard him exclaim, "Oh, God!" She felt him give a few hard shoves and then she felt him spurt inside her, felt his sperm flooding her. She closed her eyes in contentment and waited for Simon to stop moving, to lie on top of her, heavy and done. 

But Simon was continuing to move. He had not done that before. He was pushing and withdrawing still, pushing and withdrawing, faster than he normally did. 

"What are you doing?" Elena asked. "Didn't you come?" 

"It was too quick," Simon answered, a tone of urgency in his voice, "I'm not properly finished." 

He was thrusting even faster now, still as hard as before, still as big and thick, still penetrating as deep, still filling her completely. It was all so strange. Elena felt, for the first time, a sense of something building down there, irritated -- no, stimulated -- by the movement of his cock inside her. And then something completely new, a sensation of something hard at the top of her cunt rubbing against the back of his cock as he pressed in and out of her. 

"Can you feel that? " Simon asked, "That little ridge?" 

Elena felt it; it was the core of what she sensed building inside her. She needed to build this thing, to complete it, and she was moving her hips in time with his strokes, pushing as he pushed, withdrawing as he withdrew, pushing the tiny hard thing against his cock, which rubbed it up and down, up and down. 

Elena was panting now in time with Simon's thrusts, jerking her hips more and more violently against him as the pressure in her built; she lifted her arm to place it around him but was so concentrated on the movements of his cock that she forgot to complete the movement. Their thrusts became more and more rapid; she was throwing her hips up against him, uttering a little cry with every jerk. Then suddenly her hips were moving by themselves, uncontrolled by her mind, erupting in a rapid series of jerks like the firing of a machine gun, perhaps ten convulsions, perhaps twenty, she could not think, let alone count, as the unbearable tension within her suddenly, blissfully vanished. And then she felt again him flood inside her, and she realised her eyes had filled with tears. She knew what it was that she had just experienced. 

Simon's thrusting slowed. They pushed their bodies against each other, Simon grinding out the last of his orgasm, Elena accepting it, milking it. She had her arms tight around him, pulling her whole body up against his. 

"Oh, I love you," she heard Simon say. "I love you." Elena could say nothing. If she had tried to speak she would have collapsed in sobs. She realised that this was what ecstasy was. 

Eventually they were both still. Elena stretched out her arm and dragged her jeans toward them, found the tissues her pocket and used them as a mop as Simon withdrew his cock from her. They lay on their backs, both facing the sky. Elena felt as if every last drop of energy had drained from her body. She was spent. 

Simon spoke. "That was it, wasn't it?" he asked. 

Elena took a moment to reply. "I feel as if I'm a new person," she said. "A real person. A woman."



Holloween and Drugs



I really didn't know why I was there. I didn't feel like drinking, but I needed to get out and do something. Sitting around the house and whining about how life had treated me wasn't getting me anywhere. I used to enjoy open microphone night at the Landing Strip and maybe a few laughs would help.

I looked around as I came in and I saw that there were some people there that I knew. I saw Angie Springer sitting at a table with three other girls. Wally Taylor and his wife Julie were there which was a surprise. The last time I had been in the Strip on open mike night he had publicly accused Julie of being a cheating whore. Seeing them together caused me to frown. The last thing I wanted to think about on that night was cheating whores.

Up on the platform that served as a stage on mike night and a bandstand on Thursday, Friday and Saturday Bobby Denton was telling another one of his blond jokes.

"Recently, when I went to McDonald's I saw on the menu that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I told the teenaged blond behind the counter that I wanted a half dozen Chicken McNuggets and she looked at me and said

"We don't have half dozen nuggets."

"You don't?" I replied.

"We only have six, nine or twelve" the blond said.

"So I can't order a half dozen, but I can get six?"

"That's right" the young blond girl said.

"So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets."

His wife Bree was sitting in the back with some friends and fuming. Every one knew that Bree hated blond jokes, but Bobby didn't seem to give a shit if she liked them or not. He turned the mike over to the next hopeful and went over and sat down at the bar and talked to Melody the barmaid. I wondered why Bobby never went back and sat with his wife at her table.

Shari brought me my PBR and I sat, sipped and listened and my mood lightened. There was some pretty good talent there that night. There was a time once when I'd had a few too many in me and I was dared to get up and take a shot at it. I still remembered the joke I told that night.

"A man was sick and tired of going to work everyday while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:

"Dear Lord, I go to work everyday and put in eight long hours while my wife stays at home. I want her to know what I go through so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day."

The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man his wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches and then drove them to school. On the way home he dropped off some clothes at the cleaners and stopped by the bank to make a deposit.

He went grocery shopping and then went home and put away the groceries, sat down and paid the bills and then balanced the checkbook. He cleaned the cat's litter box and then gave the dog a bath.

By then it was 1 P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, sweep and mop the floors. Ran to school and picked up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home, set out milk and cookies for them and got them organized to do their homework.

He set up the ironing board and ironed clothes while watching some TV and at 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables, breaded the pork chops and got dinner on the stove. After dinner he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry and bathed the kids and put them to bed. At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and he went to bed where he was expected to make love which he managed to get through without complaint.

The next morning he awoke and immediately got down on his knees beside the bed.

"Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, Oh Please let us trade back. Amen."

The Lord, in his infinite wisdom replied:

"My son, I feel that you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. But you will have to wait nine months before I can do it. You got pregnant last night."

I was booed off the stage. I never had the nerve to try it again.

I was applauding the accountant who had just finished his stand up routine when Angie Springer sat down at my table.

"Hi stranger" she said, "Buy a girl a drink?"

I looked over at the table where she had been sitting when I came in and saw that it was empty. She saw me look and said:

"They all had to get home to their husbands."

I raised an eyebrow at that and Angie noticed and read the unsaid "But you aren't in a hurry to get home to yours?" that the look implied.

"Gary is out of town and the kids are spending the week with my parents. I don't need to hurry home."

I waved Shari over and Angie asked for a Tom Collins and Shari went to the bar to get it.

"So how have you been?" Angie asked.

"So so; yourself?"

"About as well as can be expected. I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now, but have never had the chance."

"Talk to me? About what?"

"I want to know why you let Gary slide."

"What?"

"Please don't play stupid with me Rob. I'm not some empty headed clueless broad. I know what happened and I want to know why you let Gary slide when you burned all those other assholes."

I looked at Angie and it all came flooding back to me.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

It started with a raffle at the Fraternal Order of Eagles. I had purchased five tickets with the expectation of not winning anything. I never had and I never expected to. The prizes for the raffle were all donated and the money from the ticket sales went to various charities that the Aerie supported so I always bought a few. The night of the drawing one of my numbers was called and I became the owner of a new state of the art security system.

I really didn't want it or need it and I tried swapping it for some of the stuff the other winners won. I was trying to convince Toby Martin that he would get more out of the security system than he would get out of a two week cruise when he told me that I wasn't looking at it in the right way.

"You know how much you like watching the porn tapes at our poker games. Use the system to make your own."

"What do you mean?"

"Put the system in and don't tell Beth about it. After you've made love a couple of times tell her that you are having sex with a porn star. She will probably come unglued on you and then you can laugh at her and show her the tapes of the two of you going at it. Also there is the monetary part."

"Monetary part?"

"Call your insurance man and tell him you have installed a security system. Most insurance companies will give you a reduced rate if you have one."

The idea appealed to me and I decided to keep the system. I made an appointment to get the system installed and then took a day off work so I could be there and watch the installation and get trained on its use.

The system came with two outside cameras and five inside cameras along with motion detectors and some other bells and whistles and the first six months of service were free, the second six were half off and then I would have to sign a yearly contract. The technician installed the outside cameras -- one to cover the front of the house and one to cover the back -- and then he asked me where I wanted the inside ones. 

He suggested the living room because anyone who broke in would go for where the TV, DVD player and other expensive items were and that was usually the living room. Also the intruder would have to pass through the living room to get to the stairway that led upstairs. He also suggested that one be put in the basement in case the intruder gained access by breaking out a basement window. 

All good ideas and I took them, but I wanted one in the bedroom and I didn't want him to know the real reason why so I told him I had a safe in the bedroom closet and I wanted a camera in the master bedroom. We had two more bedrooms and I had turned one of them into a sort of home office/den and we put the fourth one in there. The last camera went into the kitchen for no other reason than I couldn't think of where else to put it. 

I had him put the keypad in the front vestibule closet and then he showed me how to operate the system. There was a recorder in one of my workshop cabinets in the basement that captured the cameras output and most important, to me anyway, was that the camera's output didn't go to the security company. No one from the company would ever see what was on the recorder unless there was a break in and then they along with the police would want to see what the cameras captured.

That night I gave the system a trial run. After dinner and an hour or so of TV I started making out with Beth on the living room couch and that led to us heading for the bedroom where we made mad passionate love. The next day while Beth was making dinner I went down into the basement and checked the recorder. It had captured our session perfectly.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Over the next two weeks I made love to Beth eight times and then one Saturday while she was out grocery shopping I pulled the DVD out of the recorder and put it in a safe place and inserted a fresh DVD into the machine. I began making plans for the night I was going to let Beth see herself as a porn star. 

I decided that I would do it on Halloween. We were going to have a party that night and when everyone left at the end of the party I would pour Beth a glass of her favorite wine and we would watch the DVD. Her costume was going to be a very sexy Cat Woman outfit with stiletto heels and I was going to love peeling it off of her as she watched herself perform.

Three days before Halloween I had to take a sudden overnight trip to call on a client who was having trouble with one of the machines we had sold him. I was able to correct the problem and then headed on home. I went straight home from the airport since I didn't see any sense in going in to work for only forty-five minutes and since my commute home from work was almost forty minutes I was going to get home a good hour and a half before I was expected. As a result I got home before Beth.

Since Beth wasn't home yet I decided that I had time to check the recorder and see if it had captured our last love making session which had been the night before I left on my trip. The recorder had captured the last love making session perfectly. There was only one problem.

The last love making session captured was of Beth and our next door neighbor Jim Case.

I say that the last session was captured, but it was a little more than that. Beth sucked him off as he sat on our living room couch and then she led him upstairs and fucked him on our bed. After cumming in Beth and pulling out he said:

"You need to get me up again lover. There is still one place in this house that I haven't marked as my territory."

"Where is that" my loving wife asked.

"His den. I want to take you on his desk."

Beth laughed and said, "You are evil" and Jim said, "And you love it."

"I love your cock too" Beth said and then went down on him. She got him back up and when he was hard they went into the den and Jim fucked her in the ass as she laid on her back on my desk with her legs up on Jim's shoulders.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this ass" Jim said and Beth moaned and said, "I never get tired of giving it to you." 

That really ground on me because Beth wouldn't give me her ass. We had tried anal sex a couple of times, but she said it hurt too much and she didn't really like doing it.

When they finished they went downstairs and had a drink at the kitchen table. Jim said:

"Hal wants to know when he can get together with either you or the both of us again."

"Were you able to get the stuff?"

"I pick it up tomorrow."

"Okay then, tell Hal it will be at the Halloween party on Saturday. I'll put the stuff in Rob's drink and that will knock him out. Once he is in bed and out of the way we can party."

"You need to be careful there. If you give it all to him at once he might conk out quickly and then wonder about it. Put a little bit in each drink you give him and it will seem to him that he drank too much and got drunk. Any chance I can get another taste before the party?"

"Maybe. How do you feel about climbing through basement windows?"

"What?"

"Rob will be home tomorrow, but I usually do laundry on Thursday. He never comes down into the basement when I'm doing laundry. Would it turn you on to fuck me with Rob right upstairs over our heads?"

"Are you serious?"

"You betcha lover."

"Okay then; I'll do it."

"I'll unlock the window on the north east end and be waiting."

I sat there stunned and outraged to my very core. Stunned because my wife of ten years was fucking our next door neighbor. Outraged because he could have her ass anytime he wanted it because she never got tired of giving it to him, but I couldn't have it? And from the sound of it she had been doing it for some time. Where the hell had I been? I thought Beth loved me and that we had a solid marriage. How could I have been so wrong? She was going to drug me so she could fuck him at the Halloween party? Why? What was so special about the party? They were obviously managing to get it done at other times. And who the hell was Hal?

The sound of the garage door starting to run pulled me away from what I was watching and I headed upstairs and as I climbed the stairs I was trying to make up my mind as to what to do. Confront or wait. I decided to wait. I wanted to know more. I wasn't interested in watching Beth cheating on me, but I did want to hear what was said. I wanted to know how long it had been going on and I wanted to know why.

The hardest part for me was going to be trying to act normal around Beth. We were through as far as the marriage was concerned, but she didn't need to know that until after I'd taken some steps to protect myself. We didn't live in one of those states where no fault divorces were the only way you could go and what I already had on DVD would make a divorce with adultery as grounds a slam dunk, but a court would still be making the decisions on asset distribution and I needed to make sure that Beth wasn't rewarded for her treachery.

Also, I needed more information that I might be able to use in taking my revenge on Jim. He was going to pay for fucking my wife in my house. Part of the revenge would be seeing to it that Carol, his wife, got a copy of the DVD, but that alone wouldn't satisfy my need to hurt him physically. I just needed to make it happen without putting me in jail.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Beth came in the door from the garage carrying two bags of groceries and she set them on the table and came over, put her arms around me and kissed me.

"I'm glad you're home baby. I hate waking up and not having you there beside me."

"Yeah, right" I thought as I wondered when she had given up on our marriage and why. And she had given it up and she should have known it. She knew my views on fidelity. My parents had split up because of my mom cheating on my dad. She had remarried and that marriage had failed when her new husband cheated on her. Beth had to know what the outcome was going to be if I caught her cheating on me. Apparently she didn't care.

"I stopped at the store on the way home because I needed bleach for when I do the laundry tonight and while I was there I decided to pick up the stuff to make you the stir fry you like so much. Go sit down and relax while I make dinner.

As I headed for the living room I thought about what was going to happen after dinner. The mention of bleach reminded me of what was going to take place in the basement later on in the evening. I had a decision to make. I always made love to Beth when coming home from a trip. Not to do it would probably raise questions in her mind and besides, when I dropped the hammer on her God alone knew when I would get laid again so even though she was a cheating whore I was going to take what I could get while I could get it. The decision I had to make was whether to send her to the basement to give Jim sloppy seconds or have to take them myself after Jim paid her his visit.

It turned out that Beth got to make that decision for me. I tried to get something going after dinner, but she put me off. 

"I need to get the laundry done honey and if we start playing I'll never break loose from you to get it done. I'll take good care of you when we go to bed. I promise."

From the way she was smiling at me when she said it I got the impression -- from what I now knew -- that she was looking forward to giving me sloppy seconds. I wondered how many times she had already done it which thought pulled something out of my mind. Our love making, or fucking as I was now looking at it, included a lot of oral. Had the bitch let me eat her before cleaning up after Jim's visits? I was not thinking good thoughts as Beth went down to the basement to do the laundry. I would know what when on because of the camera in the basement, but I sure would have liked to hear what was being said that night instead of having to wait until I could get to the recorder.

I decided to tell Beth I was going into work late because of a dentist's appointment so I could check the recorder after Beth left for work. I had to fight the urge to quietly sneak outside and peek in the basement window, but I knew I couldn't risk being seen. I couldn't let them know that I knew about them. I debated doing a few things that might make them think I was going to come down into the basement, but then I decided that I needed to know what they talked about more than I needed the satisfaction of disrupting what they were doing. I needed to know more about this drugging that was supposed to take place.

I couldn't get interested in anything on TV and the book I picked up couldn't hold my attention either. I finally headed into the den and got on the computer, but that didn't do me any good either because all I could think of was what had taken place on the desk while I was gone.

Two hours after Beth had disappeared into the basement she came up and told me that she was going to take a quick shower and then:

"I'm going to rock your world baby."

I was surprised. I'd thought for sure that she was going to give me sloppy seconds. When she came out of the shower and got in bed with me she spread herself wide and said:

"Eat me lover. I got so wet in anticipation that I'm more than ready."

I would have found some reason to refuse if she hadn't showered, but since she had I bent to the task. As I munched I noticed a little redness around her asshole and it almost pissed me off enough to stop what I was doing and get up and go to the spare bedroom. But only almost. When I kicked her ass out it might be a long time before I'd get laid again so I needed to get what I could while I could. It wasn't as if I craved her ass anyway. Beth would let me have her butt occasionally when she had been drinking and was in a good mood, but she claimed she hated it so I didn't push all that hard for it. Face it; the main reason I wanted it was because she wouldn't give it to me very often. I ate Beth to an orgasm and then I moved up and fucked her. I didn't make love to her; I fucked her and there is a difference. I came; we snuggled up and went to sleep.

In the morning Beth woke me up with a blow job and when I was awake and as hard as I was going to get Beth moved over me and rode me cowgirl until we both got off. I had to wonder about that because we almost never had sex in the morning and when we did it was usually me who started it. Was she feeling guilty over what she planned to do to me at the party and was trying to make herself feel less guilty? I'd probably never know.




Holloween and Drugs



When we finished she kissed me and said, "Time to get up and get going. Got to get out and earn our daily bread."

"I'm going into work late this morning. I have a dentist appointment at nine."

"Something wrong?"

"No, just my regular check up and cleaning."

As soon as Beth's car backed down the drive I went down into the basement to see what the recorder had for me. I watched as Beth went over and unlocked the basement window and then go over and begin sorting things and loading them into the washer. I watched as Jim came in the window and I watched as he sat on the dryer and Beth sucked his cock. I watched him bend Beth over the washing machine and fuck her from behind. I watched as she sucked him hard again and then got up on the washer and gave him her ass. When the washer went into the spin cycle I almost wished I were Jim so I could feel the sensations that he must have been feeling, but the worst of it was not the watching -- it was the listening. Jim had just finished fucking her bent over the washer and as he eased out of her cunt he said:

"You going to fuck dickwad tonight?"

"Hell yes. I really get off on letting him have seconds."

"Sloppy seconds?"

"Just a little."

"What do you mean just a little?"

"He always eats me before we make love and if I still had all that you shoot still in me he would likely catch on. What I do is take a spoonful of your stuff out of me and then I shower and douche and put the spoonful back in me. God, but it is such a turn on for me knowing that he is tasting you and then knowing that his little dick is sliding around in what little of you that I do have in me."

"I wish you would give him the full experience some day."

"Maybe after the party. He will be so groggy that he probably won't notice."

"You have the timing figured out yet?"

"It will depend on how quick the drugs knock Rob out. I figure the party will start breaking up around ten-thirty or eleven. If Rob is out by then we can get started."

As I shut off the unit my hand was trembling because of the anger surging through me. The bitch had deliberately fed me her asshole lover's cum. It was at that moment that my anger and outrage turned into full blown burning hatred. I knew I was going to have my work cut out for me as I tried to hide what I was feeling from Beth.

I managed to get through the evening without revealing anything to Beth although she might have wondered why I didn't try to screw her that night. I told her I pulled a muscle in my back at work and she seemed to buy it.

The next day was spent getting the house ready for the party and then at seven the guests began arriving. First to show up was Jim and his wife Carol. I wondered how that was going to work out. Were they going to leave and then Jim would sneak back or maybe she was going to get drugged also. Ten minutes after Jim got there Beth brought me my first drink. I pretended to take a sip and when Beth didn't see me make a face at the taste she smiled and went to talk to some of our guests.

Beth brought me nine drinks that night, but I didn't drink any of them although I did start acting like I was taking on a load after the third. By the time Beth gave me the ninth I was slurring my words and staggering.

"Poor baby" she said, "I think you have had too much to drink. I think you should lie down for a bit. Let me help you up to bed."

I let her lead me down the hall, but she surprised me by taking me into the guest bedroom. I pretended not to notice and got down on the bed. She left me there and went back to the party. I looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was just after ten. If I had it figured right she would be back to check on me in about twenty minutes. She was back in fifteen.

"You okay baby?"

I pretended to be out. She shook me a couple of times and I didn't respond. She put her mouth down by my ear and loudly said:

"Are you okay Rob?"

"I didn't move.

"Thank you God" she said and left the room.

Ten minutes later it was Jim. He shook me while saying, "Rob? Rob?" and I acted like I was totally out of it and then I heard Beth ask:

"What do you think?"

Jim laughed and said, "He is so far out of it he may not wake up until sometime late tomorrow afternoon."

"Good. Most of the guests have left and we can get started."

I gave it fifteen minutes and then I cracked the door open enough to see out. The master bedroom was just across the hall and the door was open. What I saw almost made me want to rush into the room and start kicking ass and taking manes, but I wisely didn't. No fucking way that I wouldn't have ended up in the hospital if I tried. I can give a pretty good account of myself in a scrap, but no way I could handle six or eight guys. Beth was being gangbanged. She had a cock in her ass, a cock in her cunt and one in her mouth. All thoughts of burning Jim by showing his wife the video I had of Jim fucking Beth went out the window. Carol was next to Beth on the bed and she was being spit roasted.

Standing around and waiting for an open hole were three other guys that I could see. There might have been more, but if so they were off to the side where I couldn't see. I knew most of the assholes I could see. Four were neighbors and two of them worked with me. I closed the door and then shook my head in disgust. I walked over to the window, opened it and climbed out. I walked down to the end of the block and walked up to a parked car. The passenger window came down and I looked in as I said:

"Anything else I need to do?"

"No. We have it all bagged and tagged. When we get the report from the lab we will move on it. Just be careful and don't do anything silly that might get you locked up. No taking the law into your own hands stuff."

"Don't worry. I won't do anything that might give them a chance to lessen the hammer blow that is coming."

"We should have the proof by noon on Monday. I'll give you a call" Detective Sergeant Thomas Callings said as he rolled up the window and his partner started the car.

I went back to the house, went back through the window and settled in for a long night. As I laid there I though back on what I had done on Friday afternoon. I'd gone to the City and County building and asked for the district attorney. They gave me to an Assistant District Attorney and I played him the video of Jim and Beth talking about drugging me. He called Detective Callings and we set things up so that Callings could come to the party as a friend of mine. Callings would observe Beth and Jim handing me drinks and then I would pass them to him and he would bag and tag them and then turn them over to a lab. When the lab report came back showing that the drinks were laced with drugs Beth and Jim would be arrested.

While Beth was in jail I would divorce her cheating ass and she wouldn't get a fucking thing as far as asset distribution was concerned. I think I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The next day I acted like I had the hangover to end all hangovers and Beth stayed clear of me until late afternoon when I started acting human again. As we ate dinner Beth said:

"You over did it a bit last night."

"I don't understand it. I didn't think I drank that much, but given the way I felt when I woke up I must have."

"You left me hanging."

"I did? How?"

"You know how horny I get when I drink. I was expecting you to take care of my itch after the party. You will have your work cut out for you tonight."

"I'm afraid I'll have to let you down again. The way I feel right now any exertion at all would probably kill me. I'll do my best to recover in time for tomorrow night." 

After seeing what I saw the previous night there was no fucking way I was going to let my dick anywhere near her fucking cunt. I'd probably not even be able to feel the sides.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Monday at eleven I got a call from Callings. "The lab report came back positive. We are getting the warrants even as we speak. Would you like to be there when we do it?"

"Yes and no. Do Beth where she works, but do Case at his home around six tonight. That way I can be on my porch watching as you take him away."

Before I left work I told my boss that I'd caught my wife cheating and I was going to need to take a couple of days off to take care of things. Then I told him that two of the men she cheated with were coworkers and when I got done with taking care of Beth I'd get to them so he should be prepared to lose Fred and Alvin to sick leave for a while. He asked if I was sure and I told him I had it on tape. When I got back to work three days later both were gone. My boss reasoned that if my coworkers could have done something like that then they were untrustworthy in other areas also and so he did some checking. Alvin was fired for cheating on his expense accounts and Fred, by then aware that I knew about him, had resigned and left town.

I was sitting on the porch and thinking of Beth's phone call to me when the police car pulled up in front of Jim's house. As the police walked up to Jim's front door I rolled over in my head the conversation I'd had with Beth.

"Rob honey; I don't know what is going on, but I'm in jail. They say it has something to do with drugs. I don't do drugs. There has to be some mistake. They won't let me go until I go in front of a judge. What do I do Rob?"

"Well Beth; I've always heard it said that you shouldn't do the crime if you can't do the time" and I hung up on her.

Next door the police were putting the cuffs on Jim and as they walked him to the police car he looked over at me and I waved 'bye bye' at him. Carol was on the porch and she saw me do it. When the police car pulled away she came over. 

"I saw you wave at Jimmy. Do you know what is going on?"

"I guess it is against the law to drug somebody." 

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you should have waited until I was out of town to have your gangbang instead of drugging me and stuffing me into the spare bedroom to get me out of the way."

I saw understanding register on her face. "You bastard! You are responsible for this."

"No Carol, you, your husband and Beth are the ones responsible. I don't recall raising my hand and saying "pick me" when the question "Anyone here want to be drugged?" was asked.

"He could go to prison."

"Yes he could and that is what I'm hoping for. Maybe he and Beth can share a cell."

"Beth?"

"She was arrested at work around four this afternoon."

"You could do that to your own wife? What kind of man are you?"

"A very pissed off one. Did any of you assholes bother to find out if I was allergic to the shit you tried to feed me? What if I had gone into shock and died while you were in my bedroom fucking and sucking every cock you could get your hands on. You, your husband and my cheating whore of a wife are damned lucky I don't own a gun or the police would have been here for me for committing multiple murders. Now why don't you get your slutty whorish ass off my front porch."

She left and halfway to her house she turned and gave me the finger. I just laughed at her and blew her a kiss. I finished my beer, went into the basement and got busy. By noon the next day a copy of the video of the gangbang was on the way to the wives and girlfriends of all the men who took part. Except for one. I just couldn't bring myself to send one to her.

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At ten the next morning I got a call from the Public Defender's office. An attorney named Andrew Morris was representing Beth and he called me to tell me that her bail had been set at twenty-five thousand and if I would make the necessary arrangements she could be home that afternoon. I think he was shocked when I laughed at him and told him that she could sit in jail and rot for all I cared and then I hung up on him.

As soon as I hung up I realized that I hadn't thought things through. Beth had her checkbook and credit cards. Once she knew I wasn't going to help she could get cash advances and drain the checking account to bail herself out. I quickly called the credit card companies and cancelled all of our cards and requested new ones. It would take maybe a week to get the new ones, but I would be able to get by until they arrived. Then I rushed to the bank and cleaned out all of our accounts and closed them.

I stopped and had dinner at the Outback Steak House and then I went on home. I spent the next morning going through the house and gathering up everything of Beth's that I could find. I packed it all in boxes and garage bags and moved it out into the garage. The locksmith showed up at eleven and changed all the house locks. 

I had a three-fifteen appointment with an attorney to get the divorce going and I debated going out for lunch and then going to my appointment or just making a sandwich. Before I could make the decision the doorbell rang and when I opened the door I saw Jim standing there. 

"You owe me twenty-five hundred dollars cocksucker and I want it now." 

"Why do I owe you twenty-five hundred dollars?"

"Because that is the ten percent I had to put up to go your wife's bail."

"Well gosh Jim; I certainly want to see that you get what you have coming. Come on in."

He stepped into the house and I hit him as hard as I could right in the face. I must have broken his nose because there was blood everywhere. He staggered and I hit him again as I said:

"I'm damned sure going to see that you get what I owe you."

I hit him a third time and he slumped to the floor. I proceeded to tire out my foot kicking him in the head, ribs and crotch. Then I got on the phone and called the police station and asked for Detective Callings. When he came on the line I said:

"Case made bail and came after me. He said he was going to make me pay for what I did to him. He pushed his way into my house and I had to defend myself. What should I do?"

"You okay?"

"Yes. A little shaken up, but okay."

"Where is Case?"

"Lying on my floor. He doesn't look too good."

"I'll get a car to you right away."

Three minutes later a squad car pulled up and when the officers looked at Jim they called for an ambulance. As Jim was being carried out Carol came over and said:

"What the fuck have you done now?"

"Just defended myself."

"Bullshit Rob. He didn't come over to fight you. He just wanted the money he put up for Beth's bail."

"And he really thought I'd give it to him? She's your whore now. I washed my hands of her. Anything you do for her is between you and her. If you know where she is you need to call her and tell her to get in touch with me to make arrangements to get her things."

"She said she was going into work and explain why she wasn't there before coming home."

"Coming home? She doesn't live here anymore. But if she is coming I'll leave the garage door open so she can get her stuff. Tell her anything still here come trash pick up day will go out on the curb with the rest of the garbage."

"You can't mean that." 

"Of course I mean it. Now if you will excuse me I have some blood I need to clean off my floor."

That afternoon after giving the attorney all the video that I had on what Berth had been doing I told him about Jim's visit and he said that along with filing the paperwork for the divorce he would get a restraining order against Jim and Beth.

"Have to include her. If she was willing to drug you no telling what else she might do."

I found Beth sitting in her car on our driveway when I got home. I parked in the street so I wouldn't block her and keep her from leaving. I could see that she was pissed as she walked up to me and when she got close she said:

"You bastard!" as she went to swing at me. I caught her wrist and squeezed hard and didn't let go until she said "That hurts. Let go." I let go and got ready to grab her if she tried it again, but she didn't.

"Why did you hang up on me when I called you from the jail and why wouldn't you come down and bail me out. And why can't I get in the house?"

"Let's take the last one first. You can't get in the house because I don't want you there and I had the locks changed. Next, I didn't go your bail because I hoped that you would rot in that jail. Finally, I hung up on you because I was pissed at what you did to me that put you in jail."

"What I did to you? I didn't do anything to you."

"That's true, but you tried."

"Tried what?"

"To drug me so I would sleep through your gangbang."

"Have you been drinking Rob? You aren't making any sense."

"Give it up Beth. I have you and Jim on tape planning what you were going to do to get me out of the way. I have your laundry night fucks on the washing machine on DVD and I have your Gangbang on DVD. Face it Beth; your cheating ass is busted. Your clothes and other things are in the garage. You need to get them out by next trash pick up day or they will go out on the curb with the rest of the garbage."

I walked away from her toward the house as she said, "Wait Rob. We have to talk about this."

"Tell you what Beth. I'll send you a copy of what I gave the divorce lawyer and after you watch it you still think we should talk give me a call."

"Divorce? I don't want a divorce Rob."

"Maybe not Beth, but you are going to get one just the same."

I unlocked the front door, went into the house and locked the door behind me.

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When Jim was released from the hospital he went in front of a judge with the new charges against him and the judge revoked his bail and then denied bail on the new charges. He will have to sit in jail until his trial. Beth moved in with Carol and I saw her on most days, but never had anything to do with her. She tried to talk to me a couple of times even after I sent her copies of the DVD showing what she had done, but I managed to avoid her except for one time when she caught me getting out of my car in the driveway.

"You have to talk to me honey. You don't understand and I need to explain things."

"Of course I understand Beth. I understand that the ass you rationed out to me was Jim's anytime that he wanted it. I understand what a turn on it was for you to fuck Jim on my desk in the den and I understand the charge you got out of fucking Jim on the washing machine with me being right upstairs over you. You are the one who doesn't understand. You don't understand how disgusted I am with you and what you did. Get away from me Beth and stay the fuck away from me."

When Beth's trial came up she pled not guilty, but the security system footage was damning and she was found guilty on all charges and was sentenced to a year and a day. While she was doing her time the divorce became final. All she got in the distribution of assets was ten percent of the value of the house at the time of divorce. I had the house appraised and then took out a second mortgage for ten percent of the appraised value and then opened a savings account in Beth's name and put the money in her account. That hopefully put an end to her being in my life.

Jim was found guilty on all charges, both in connection with the attempted doping and attacking me in my home. Because he was the one who obtained the drugs he got three to five on the doping charges and a year on what happened at my house.

I was in the court for his sentencing and Carol came up to me and said: 

"I hope you are happy now."

"Not really. I was hoping that he would get at least ten years."

"Asshole!" she snarled. "Whorish cunt" I said with a smile and then I went back to work.

The packages I sent out to the wives and girl friends of the gangbang participants caused six divorces and two break ups of engaged couples and two of the guys tried to get even with me for causing their problems. One ended up in the hospital and the other almost beat me until I picked up a rock and smashed him in the head with it. I left him lying behind a dumpster and I don't know what happened to him.




Holloween and Drugs



++++++++++++++++++

Now here I was six months later with Angie bringing it all back to me.

"How did you find out what happened? I went out of my way to keep it from you."

"I still want to know why you let Gary slide while you went after the others."

"Oh come on Angie; you have to know the answer to that. Remember that old Ford Galaxy 500 station wagon of my dad's with the air mattress in the back? Remember Steven's Point?"

"God no. A girl never forgets her first time. You let Gary slide because of me?"

"A guy never forgets his first time either. I didn't want to see you hurt. How did you find out?"

"Gary told me."

"He told you? You have one of those open marriages I've been hearing about?"

"Not hardly. He got to feeling guilty and he confessed to me and begged me to forgive him. Since it was partially my fault I ended up forgiving him."

"Partially your fault?"

"Gary has always wanted to try anal sex and I would never let him. I couldn't make the party because my mom was in the hospital so Gary went alone. He didn't go there to screw Beth. He was just going to have a couple of drinks and then leave. A show of the flag so to speak. You know, put in an appearance to show we appreciated being thought of when guest list was made up. Anyway, when he was ready to leave he went looking for you and Beth to say goodbye and thank you for inviting us. He couldn't find you, but he did find Beth. When he found her she was naked and being used by three guys. The guy in her butt finished and when he pulled out Beth pulled her mouth off the guy in front of her and said:

"Somebody hurry and get in my ass."

Another guy stepped up and pushed in her. Gary had always wanted to try anal sex and Beth was giving it up so Gary undressed and the next time her ass was open he stepped up and took it. He liked it. He liked it enough to let her suck him hard again so he could have another shot at it. He did her ass three times before leaving and would have gone a fourth if he could have gotten it up again.

"On the drive home he started feeling guilty. He was upset for cheating on me and he was upset because he betrayed your friendship. It ate at him all day Sunday and Sunday evening he confessed. He was going to confess to you also, but I wouldn't let him."

"You wouldn't let him?"

"A minute ago you asked if I had an open marriage. Well, I didn't know but that you and Beth had one. Even if you did have one and Gary confessed it would still leave the thought in your mind that Gary didn't know and since he didn't know what he did was stab you in the back. I convinced him that the best course was to keep quiet and wait and see if you and Beth would invite him back for more or if nothing ever came of it. Of course days later when Beth was hauled off to jail we knew that you didn't have an open marriage. Gary still wanted to confess, but I still wouldn't let him."

"Why not?"

"Because you would have most likely ended your friendship with him and that would mean that by association you would have ended your friendship with me."

"Never Angie. I have too many good memories of our time together."

"I have those same memories Rob, but one of them was not so good. In a way it is ironic that you fucking my butt is what led to Gary's fucking Beth's."

"How so?"

"You never figured out why I broke up with you?"

"No. I was crushed that the girl I wanted to marry wouldn't even talk to me anymore. I tried for months to get you to talk to me and you never would so I finally put it behind me and got on with my life."

"You never associated what we did the last time we were together with my not talking to you?"

"No I didn't."

"It was the night you talked me into having anal sex. It hurt like hell and I kept telling you to stop and you ignored me. It got to the point where it hurt so bad that I was screaming at you to stop and you never did until you got your rocks off. I was so pissed at you when you took me home that I swore I would never have anything to do with you ever again. I eventually got over it, but by the time I was ready to talk to you it was too late and you were already with Beth. I kept waiting for the two of you to break up so we could get back together, but it never happened."

"I never knew. I'm sorry about the anal thing. The guys all told me that it hurt at first, but that if you stayed with it the girl eventually got into it. It probably sounds stupid now, but I was so into it I really thought those later screams were screams of pleasure."

"Well they weren't. Anyway, after that session with you I swore that I would never do anal again so Gary never got any and that's what led him into fucking Beth when he got a chance to finally do anal."

She was silent for a bit and then she said, "You never had any urge to get some revenge on Gary?"

"Human nature being what it is of course I've wanted to get back at him, but I couldn't find a way that wouldn't let you know why and I didn't want to hurt you."

"What if I gave you a way that wouldn't hurt me?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Revenge. I did forgive Gary, but it was forgiveness with a price. I told him I wouldn't throw his ass out, but that he owed me one."

"Owes you one?"

"I told him that some day I might want to try on a different guy and if that day ever came and I did take advantage of it he wasn't to bitch about it. He would have to chalk it up to our being even."

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"You betcha!"

"This sucks!"

"Why?"

"I just kicked a woman to the curb for cheating on me. If I take you up on your offer I'll be cheating with you behind your husband's back and that would make me no better than Beth."

"You are looking at it the wrong way."

"How so?"

"You aren't cheating with me behind Gary's back. Gary knows I'm going to fuck some guy to get even with him so I'm not cheating and therefore you aren't cheating."

"Are you sure that you aren't a lawyer?"

"It gets better. I want you to screw me in my butt. It would be the most fitting revenge I could think of. Giving you what I won't give him."

"You just said that you hated it and would never do it again."

"I have some girl friends who like it and say that it is great if it is done right. How about it? Have you learned to do it right since our last time?"

"I thought you said you were trying to keep me friends with Gary. That won't be likely once he finds out."

"He won't find out unless you tell him. I'm going to tell him that we are even, but I'm not going to tell him who I got even with or what I did to get even."

"It is very tempting Angie, but I don't think I can do it. I want to; God knows I want to, but I would still be screwing another man's wife behind his back. That's just not me Angie. I can be friends with Gary. Now that I know the story and that he hadn't been fucking the slut all along like the others I can cut him some slack. I will say this. If you and Gary ever break up you have my number."

+++++++++++++++++++++

A week later I was kicking myself for not taking Angie up on her offer. I hadn't been laid in months and I was hurting. I was thinking of calling around to see if anyone knew of a good escort service that had girls who 'would go the extra mile' if you take my meaning when the answer to my problem rang my doorbell. 

When I opened the door I found Carol standing there. Remembering the acrimonious parting of our last meeting I just stood there and looked at her without saying a word. She looked me in the eye and said:

"The whorish cunt wants to ask the asshole for a favor."

"And that would be?"

"I need to get laid and I'm hoping that by now you do too."

"Why me? Why not one of the herd that you and Beth were taking care of?"

"I don't like any of them and I was only there because Jim was making me do it."

"Making you do it?"

"I don't want to talk out here on the porch. Let me come inside, fuck me and then I'll tell you the whole sad story."

I was just a tad leery of it and I looked around to see if anyone else was lurking about. Seeing no one and being more than a little curious I stepped aside and let her come in. She walked straight by me and headed for the bedroom shedding clothes as she went.

I did have to admit that the way her ass moved as she walked toward my bed in her high heels had my cock straining my pants. I started unzipping as I followed along behind her. She laid down on the bed, spread her legs wide and said:

"I don't need any stinking foreplay; just do it!"

I hadn't gotten a real good look at her on the DVD of the gangbang because of all the male bodies blocking the view, but there wasn't anything blocking my view now and what I was looking at was sex personified. You would never know it from the way she dressed, but Carol had a body that was made for male appreciation. And she had a shaved pussy. I had tried to get Beth to shave hers, but she never would. I got on the bed and my face went for that bald crotch.

"I don't want foreplay" she said.

"Don't care what you want. My bedroom, my rules, and one of my rules is that a shaven pussy has to be eaten before it gets fucked."

It was an exhausting evening. I ate her until she screamed at me to fuck her and then I fucked her. She went down on me and got me up and I did her doggie. We went moved into a sixty-nine and she rode me cowgirl and then followed it up with a blow job that just couldn't get me up no matter how hard she tried.

"If I'm still here in the morning do you think you might be rested up enough to go again?"

"I would certainly hope so."

"Not going to kick me out?"

"Shit girl; I may never let you leave."

"Promises, promises; all I ever get is promises."

We fell asleep together and I slept good for the first time in a long while. I woke up in the morning with a female hand fondling my cock and it responded. When I was hard Carol mounted me and rode me cowgirl until we both got off. We showered and then I took her out to breakfast. Over pancakes and bacon I reminded her that she was supposed to tell me a story.

"It isn't pretty."

"Maybe not, but you said you would tell me all about it if I laid you. I did my part and now you have to do yours."

"I was an inexperienced young girl working as a waitress in a small café when Jim came in for lunch one day. I felt all tingly inside when I first saw him and he must have liked what he saw in me because he came back for breakfast and lunch the next day. He asked me out and I accepted and over the course of the next month he seduced me and got my cherry. I took to sex like a moth to a flame. I became Jim's steady girl and for six months we lived together. 

"Then one day he told me that he needed me to help him out with a business deal. He wanted me to party with three guys that he wanted to get on the good side of. I told him no way so he drugged me and gave me to them anyway. The three used me for the entire weekend and I won't lie; they got me going and they kept me going with sex and more drugs. The problem is that they were black and I'm from a family that is one hundred percent racist. I was filmed doing things with those black men that would have made my mother's hair fall out and looking at the film after Jim had edited it you would think that I was doing it all willingly and to be honest, for the most part I was because once they got my body going I did get into it.

"Sunday night Jim picked me up and took me back to our place and I hit the bed and slept for almost twenty-four hours. When I woke up I started to pack and when Jim asked me where I thought I was going I told him that I was going as far away from him as I could get. He laughed and told me that I wasn't going anywhere; that I was his personal whore and I needed to get used to the idea. I told him to fuck off and die and that's when he showed me the tape he had of me and the black guys. He told me to behave or my parents and all of my other living relatives would get their own personal copy of the tape. I couldn't let my family see that tape. None of them would ever talk to me again.

"Over the next year he used me to sweeten some of the deals he made. He only taped me when he had me doing black guys and he held those tapes over my head to keep me in line."

"If he was that big of an asshole why did you marry him?"

"We aren't married. He just told everyone that we were."

"You should have been glad to see him go to jail so why were you always giving me a ration of shit for trying to send him there?"

"Because of the tapes he has of me. I don't know where they are and with him in jail he has relatives who are going to show up some day to grab his stuff. If they find the tapes, or worse yet Jim tells them where they are I'll never get free. My best hope was for him not to go to jail and hope that he slipped up and gave me some idea of where he has them. I've spent every day he is in jail looking for them with no luck. I'm running out of time."

"Running out of time?"

"I had a call from Jim's brother. He is going to be here in two weeks. He told me to be sure I was here when he gets here. He said we had lots to talk about. I'm guessing he knows where the tapes are and is planning on picking up where Jim left off."

"Are you sure that the tapes are at the house?"

"Jim is one of those guys who likes to keep things close. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do."

"Sure you do. We are going to find those tapes, films or whatever before Jim's brother gets here."

"We?"

"Got to keep you happy girl so you'll stay close to my bed."

"Find me those tapes and I'll never leave it."

We finished breakfast and went back to the house. Carol was silent most of the way and we were almost there when she said:

"He drugged Beth too you know."

"I don't believe it. She wasn't drugged that night."

"No, but he did drug her and filmed her pulling a train. Told her she would fuck him or for him whenever he wanted or you would get the tape."

"When did it happen?"

Six, maybe seven months ago. You were on one of your business trips and Jim invited Beth over to have dinner with us. He drugged her and then called a bunch of guys to come over and do her. She really didn't have a chance Rob. When it was over she was sacred to death you would find out."

"Bullshit! Beth knew me better than that. She could have told me and I would have gone over and beat on Jim like a drum until he gave me the tapes. You can't blackmail someone who won't cooperate. Granted that Beth's situation was way different than yours, but Beth knew that I would fight for her. She knew if she told me she was drugged I'd believe it and go after Jim. She went along because she wanted to go along."

"You can't know that."

"Remind me to show you the tapes I have of Jim and her sometime. She was holding onto the "He drugged me and blackmailed me" so she could use it as a 'get out of jail free' card if I ever caught her."

When we got back to my place I went out into the garage and got some tools and then went over to her place.

"Are there any rooms where Jim spent a lot of time?"

"Just the den and the basement." 

We went into the den and I saw that it was paneled. 

"Jim owns the house right? Its not leased or rented?"

"No. He owns it."

"Good. We don't have to worry about damage."

I went over the walls with my stud finder and found three places that did not seem to read right. I took my crow bar and started ripping down the paneling over the questionable areas. There was nothing behind the first one, but as soon as I put the crowbar behind the edge of the paneling over the second section it popped open revealing a cavity between the wall studs. It was packed with video tapes, CDs and DVDs. I told Carol to find a box to put it all in and while she was gone I went over to the third questionable area. Again, as soon as I put the crowbar behind the edge of the paneling it popped open to reveal a cavity between the wall studs only this one was packed with money. Carol came back into the room with a box and I said:

"Looks like I found you some running money."

She came over and looked and said, "Oh my God. How much is there?"

"Don't know. We can count it as we take it out."

She left the room and came back with a suitcase. There was sixty-seven thousand dollars in hundreds and fifties, a small bag that held diamonds and twenty-six gold coins.

"What are we going to do with it" Carol asked.

"We?"

"Over breakfast you did tell me that we were in this together."

I reached over and picked up six of the gold coins and said, "I have always wanted to have some gold. As for the rest of it we can get you a safe deposit box at the bank. Do you have a checking account?"

"No. Jim gave me three hundred a week to run the house. Buy groceries and such, gas for the car and stuff like that. I kept it in my purse. He didn't want me to have too much. It might tempt me to run."

"Is the car yours?"

"No. It belongs to Jim."

"It's yours now. I'm pretty sure that the title is here somewhere in the house. When we find it I'll fake Jim's signature and sign it over to you. Next question. Is there anything in the house that you want? If so we need to get it out of here before Jim's brother gets here."

"There is some stuff."

"Go through the house and make a list and we will get it out of here and put it in storage. Since he fucked my wife I figure that he owes me so I'm going to go through his stuff and see if there is anything that I want."

We carried the money and the tapes over to my house and went through them. There were six with Beth's name on them and fourteen with Carol's and we set them aside. I started to go through the rest of them to make sure that Carol wasn't on any of them and she said:

"Why bother. If I'm on any of them I'm going to destroy them so let's just destroy all of them and be done with it."

"Maybe after I go through them. I want to see who else I know that he might have been blackmailing so I can let them know they are free of him."

"You really are a decent guy aren't you?"

"I try." 

I found four women that I knew on the tapes and I set them aside and then we destroyed all the other tapes, CDs and DVDs. I had Carol call the four women and tell them that she had found the blackmail material and then ask them if they wanted the evidence or just wanted her to destroy it. All four of them said to just destroy the stuff and they thanked Carol for getting rid of the axe that been hanging over their heads. I cheated and held onto one of them. I'd had the hots for her all the way through high school and had tried to hook up with her several times when we were in college, but she always turned me down. Seeing her on three of the tapes gave me one hell of a hard on so I decided to keep one for myself without letting Carol know that I'd done it. We destroyed all the material except those that had Beth on them. Those I wanted to look at before destroying them. 

"Now what" Carol asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What do we do now?"

"You can do whatever you want. You are free of Jim and you have plenty of money for a new start."

"Trying to get rid of me already?"

I looked at her with a "What?" expression on my face and after a couple of seconds she said:

"Earlier you told me that you would help me to keep me happy enough to stay close to your bed and I told you if you helped me find the stuff I'd never leave it. Did you not mean what you said, because I did mean what I said." 

I just stared at her and she laughed and said, "Race you to the bedroom."

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Over the next three days we moved everything out of Jim's house that we wanted. Most of it went into storage, but all of Carol's clothes ended up in my house. We also went to my bank and opened checking and savings accounts for Carol and rented her a safe deposit box for the bulk of the cash, diamonds and gold coins. Most of the cash had to go into the deposit box because deposits of ten grand or more brought scrutiny from the feds.




Holloween and Drugs



I found the title to Jim's car in his desk and I signed Jim's name to it and gave Carol a bill of sale for the car also with Jim's name signed to it. Carol of course moved in with me and she left no forwarding address when she left Jim's house so Jim's brother had no way of finding her. Not that it would have done him any good if he had.

I wondered what he thought when he went into the house and found it pretty much empty. I also wondered how Jim took it when he was told about the almost empty house and what his brother had found in the den. I would have loved to have seen his face when he found out that all of his blackmail material, his money and Carol were gone.

I watched all the tapes that had Beth's name on them and they weren't half bad as far as porn went, but you could see that Beth was enjoying the hell out of it. Carol kept trying to tell me that I wasn't being fair; that once the guys got Beth wound up of course she got into it and enjoyed it. Carol kept telling me that I had to keep it in mind that everything was edited and that Beth's reluctance at the begging was edited out. Finally I got out the surveillance tapes that I had and showed them to Carol and after she saw them she never said another word about cutting Beth any slack.

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Three months went by and Carol and I were living, for all practical purposes, as man and wife. I began thinking that I should make it real, but I hesitated to bring up the subject because I was afraid. Afraid of what might happen if I asked Carol to marry me and she said no.

I was comfortable being with Carol and I didn't want the relationship to end. I wasn't in love with her the way I had been in love with Beth and I knew it, but I had come to the opinion that love was highly overrated. I doubted that Carol loved me either, but we fit. We got along great. We made love three or four times a week and usually more than once. We went out and had fun. We shared the household chores and as I earlier mentioned we were just like a married couple only without all the legal stuff. I did try to work myself up to broach the subject with her.

Carol was a lot more in tune with me than I expected. I was just about ready to bring it up over dinner one night, but before I could say a word she said:

"I have a feeling that I know what is on your mind and I was afraid that this day would come."

"Afraid? Why?"

"Because you are getting ready to talk permanence and I can't go there. At least I can't go there with you."

"I thought we had something good going."

"We do, but only because we haven't made it permanent."

"I don't understand."

"Only because it hasn't happened yet. I told you once that even though Jim blackmailed me into doing it I got into it once they got me up to speed. I enjoyed the hell out of it. I enjoyed it so much I want to do it again, but of my own free will. The problem is that you just are not the kind of man who would go along with it."

"You got that right."

"In fact, I'm not even sure that if I lived in my own place and we were just friends with benefits you would have anything to do with me if I did it and you found out."

"If that's the case why haven't you done it before now?"

"I don't know that I ever will, but the fact is that I want to and if the circumstances ever arise that would set it in place I'd do it. I'm not sure that you are even going to want me around now that you know."

"I'm not that narrow minded. No way I would ever ask you to leave because of something you might want to do some day. You just told me that you don't know if it will ever happen so let's just play it by ear and we will see about crossing that bridge if we ever come to it.

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The next nine months went by with no big problems. Anyone looking at us would think that we were the perfect couple and for he most part we were. My life with Carol was pretty much he same as my life with Beth had been only without the marriage license. The only blight was that having been forewarned by Carol I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She said that it might never happen, but she also said that if the right circumstances presented itself then she would.

Unfortunately the situations where those circumstances could arise were plentiful. Once Carol was free of Jim she found a job at an advertising agency and she would occasionally stop for drinks after work with the girls she worked with and she also had a night out with them every once in a while. Carol admitted that they got hit on a lot and that she occasionally danced with the guys that bought the girls drinks and she also admitted to being felt up a time or two. 

She went to baby showers and bridal showers and there were Mary Kaye, Tupperware and Amway parties. I didn't expect that anything would happen at those events, but what was constantly on my mind was the way some women talked and acted when there were no men around. I could imagine certain things being talked up and maybe leading to something. Something like a bachelorette party where a male stripper is brought in and things get out of hand and he calls his buddies for backup.

My problem was that I had liked being married when Beth and I were together and I wanted to go back to being married. And Carol suited me, but Carol had also been honest with me. There would be no going behind my back the way Beth did, but because of that honesty Carol wouldn't marry me. What I had was a teeter-totter. On one end was my relationship with Carol that I got more and more comfortable with every day on the other end was the knowledge that if the opportunity presented itself Carol would follow through on having her gangbang and we would be through as a couple. Hell of a deal. Hang in there and hope while at the same time setting myself up for the possible train wreck.

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Thursday at dinner Carol reminded me that she would be going to the bachelorette party for one of the girls she worked with and Friday at breakfast she told me she would probably be late and not to wait up for her so I was in bed asleep when she got home. When I got up at five for my Saturday morning golf date with Ben, Dave and Chuck it was pouring down rain so I got back in bed and went back to sleep. About nine the phone rang and Carol rolled over and picked it up off of the bedside table.

"Hello?"

"Carol."

"Yes he's here but he's asleep."

"No. I won't wake him up, but I'll take a message."

"I'll make sure he gets it."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone and I asked, "Who was that?"

"I didn't know you were awake."

"The phone woke me up. Who was it?"

"It was Beth. She wanted me to wake you up so she could talk to you."

"About what?"

"She didn't say. I think she was too surprised that it was me she was talking to. She asked me to give you a message. She wants to talk to you and she will call back at one."

"You should have told her not to bother. I don't want or need to talk to her."

"Not my place baby. That is something that you have to do yourself."

She nudged me and said, "Up lazy-bones; I feel the need for an IHOP breakfast."

"How about we stay here and indulge in some hot monkey sex?"

"Later. Right now my head hurts from last night. I don't want to do any bouncing around until the head feels a tad better. Come on lover; up and at 'em."

She got out of bed and headed for the shower. I debated following her, but I knew what that would lead to, but I'd been in the 'head hurting' condition a time or two myself so I didn't want to inflict any pain on her.

Over breakfast Carol said, "I wonder what Beth wants?"

"Doesn't much matter. She won't be getting it."

"Are you sure? You loved her deeply at one time and I know that she loves you. At least she did before you sent her to jail."

"That was then sweetie; this is now."

She changed the subject and started talking about going to Alicia's wedding the next weekend.

At one Beth called. She told me that she wanted to sit down with me and try to explain what happened and why. I told her that I wasn't at all interested in hearing about any of it.

"Please Rob; I need to do it. Maybe you don't need to hear it, but I need to say it."

Against my better judgment I agreed to meet her. I told her I would meet her at Bud's Bar at four. Beth was already there and sitting in a booth when I got there. She smiled when she saw me and started to get up, but figuring that she was planning on giving me a hung I motioned her to sit back down. I sat across from her and said:

"Your meeting Beth so get to it."

"Not even a hello Beth; how are you doing?"

"Let me make this absolutely clear Beth. When I was in court for your sentencing it was the last time I hoped that I would ever see you. I left the courtroom disappointed that you were only give a year and a day. I was hoping for five or even ten. Does that give you any idea where you stand with me? The only thing on my mind right now as far as you are concerned is my wondering what you are doing out of prison. It hasn't even been a year."

"I got time off for good behavior."

"You behaved? Too bad you couldn't have done that while we were married."

"That's what I needed to talk with you about. I didn't do it because I didn't love you Rob, because I do and I always have. Honest to God I do. I was doing what I did because I was being blackmailed."

"I know all about it Beth. Jim drugged you, got you gangbanged and filmed it and then he told you he would show me the film if you didn't do what he wanted."

"If you knew all that why have you been so hard on me?"

"Because it is all bullshit Beth and we both know it. Yes you were drugged and gangbanged and yes you enjoyed it, but so what? You know me well enough to know what I would have done if you had told Jim to fuck off and die. You know damned well that I would have ripped his head off and shit down his neck if you would have told me what he did. You know me well enough to know that I would have stood behind you. You could have laughed at him and told him to start running because you were going to tell me what he'd done.

"No Beth, you liked what happened and you wanted to do it again and so you did. You did whatever Jim told you he wanted you to do because you wanted to do it and I have the proof of that Beth. I sent you a copies of the videos I had Beth. Have you forgotten what they showed?"

"I never watched them."

"You should have. It would have saved you a trip to this meeting. They showed Jim fucking you on my desk in the den to mark his territory as he called it. Remember that Beth? He asked you if there was any chance that he could fuck you again before the party. Remember that Beth? You invited him to climb in the basement window so he could fuck you. You invited him. There was no "You will let me in the basement window so I can fuck you while Rob is upstairs and you will do it if you know what is good for you. There was no blackmail there Beth. None at all. It was all you Beth so don't give me any of this blackmail shit! You got anything else to say?"

"I love you Rob, honest to God I do and I want you back."

"People in hell want ice water Beth and they have a better chance of getting it than you have of getting me back. I'll never forget the scene of you fucking Jim in my house and on my bed and I'll never forget how easy it was for you to talk about drugging me to get me out of the way. I'm dead serious Beth. I wanted you to get a whole hell of a lot more time for what you did that a year and a day. You got anything else?"

She got up from the table and ran crying out of the bar and I got up and went home.

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I walked into the house and the first thing Carol said to me was, "Should I start packing?" 

"The only time you need to pack is for when we go on our honeymoon." 

"Okay. Where are we going? How should I pack?"

She caught me flat footed with that and I stood there looking at here without speaking. "Come on Rob, speak up. Those aren't hard questions."

"Sorry, but you surprised me. When did you change your mind?"

"Last night."

"Why? What happened last night?"

"A bachelorette party that turned into an orgy. The girls that set up the party brought in a male stripper about three hours after we started drinking. He did his thing and then one of the girls hollered out, "Take it off. Take it all off" and then some of the other girls picked up the chant and so he did. He danced around with his cock swinging and Annie reached out, grabbed it and pulled it to her mouth. Marge and Gail said, "Save some for us" and Betty took off her slacks and said, "I've got to have me some of that."

"The stripper broke free and got to his cell phone and made a call while Gail was sucking on him and twenty minutes later four guys showed up. By then Betty had fucked the stripper and Marge had sucked him hard again and had mounted him cowgirl. There was fucking going on all over the place and another three guys showed up. Bev was on her hands and knees sucking on one cock while another was fucking her from behind. I was thinking that all she was missing was one in her ass to make the picture complete and I was just the girl to show her the way.

"I had a mouth on my left tit and a cock in my hand that I was getting ready to go down on when suddenly a thought flashed through my mind. Did I really want to give up what I had in you for just some sport fucking? Just as quickly as I'd had the thought I knew the answer. I let go of the cock, pulled away from the mouth on my tit, grabbed my purse and got out of there so fast that my blouse was still open and my tits were there for all to see as I ran from the hotel room to my car.

"In a way it was stupid of me because I'd had way too much to drink to be driving, but I had to get out of there and get home where I belonged. I'm just praying that you will overlook that I did actually have a hard cock in my hand."

"It never went anywhere else?"

"No it did not."

"Okay then; I guess the question is where do you want to honeymoon?"

She smiled, grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the bedroom.